tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28895403656499400992024-03-13T03:30:55.153-05:00Six Divided By Two..Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-2405086649206705662010-06-05T17:03:00.000-05:002010-06-05T17:03:19.509-05:00Where does the time go????<div style="text-align: center;">Wow, has it been that long since I checked in with my girls?? (and gents..)</div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess so....</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been busy with many things since we last saw one another.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went back to work ...after 7 months at home sharing my daily thoughts with you and one bum knee..</div><div style="text-align: center;">While at home I launched a lil cake business out of my kitchen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy499BUMTzRzyxvt_8PgNilYoSb4ZZVxOUSQuIlxY1FidCjGSEk_v0nEKHlxUUqXMLuM7G1I30ZDK-Opv8dPVCrgGUSMFIFZkeS7G23N68hv8B6s0Upn1nfZ_STze6uy7ZkymSnk0GXq8/s1600/princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy499BUMTzRzyxvt_8PgNilYoSb4ZZVxOUSQuIlxY1FidCjGSEk_v0nEKHlxUUqXMLuM7G1I30ZDK-Opv8dPVCrgGUSMFIFZkeS7G23N68hv8B6s0Upn1nfZ_STze6uy7ZkymSnk0GXq8/s320/princess.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Spoonful of Sugar</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Creating cakes in the most delightful way....</i></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">That's me...</span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been a busy little bee...</div><div style="text-align: center;">And we packed up the truck and moved to Beverly....</div><div style="text-align: center;">ok next door. But moving is still moving. I hate to pack!! You never know how much stuff you have until you have to move it from one location to another.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ECJX3ExNDFUtNQc0mRO7li9JuxUQxoqmtTAFpsJkkG9WCTQ2ATsomAsdeXU61sHvcb_c02R8Qyj-R3VKLJ5oEFnvJNSy9KFdVPtc0hI6H2m0UMSx3z-PN8WAQciuFAr-frq4k7IOLTE/s1600/alex+grad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ECJX3ExNDFUtNQc0mRO7li9JuxUQxoqmtTAFpsJkkG9WCTQ2ATsomAsdeXU61sHvcb_c02R8Qyj-R3VKLJ5oEFnvJNSy9KFdVPtc0hI6H2m0UMSx3z-PN8WAQciuFAr-frq4k7IOLTE/s320/alex+grad.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And the proudest moment was watching my nephew graduate!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am so proud of the young man my nephew has turned into.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When "Pomp and Circumstance" began to play , the tears began to flow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The same lil one that was terrified of standing on grass was now marching into his future. </div><div style="text-align: center;">As he threw up his "rock on "sign- we all held our up rock on's back.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's right Alex- "Rock on" to whatever your hearts desire!! We are here for you and could not be prouder!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I too am following my heart's desire..</div><div style="text-align: center;">thus the reason for my tardiness.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I am still here..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that the dust has setteled you will see more of me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I promise!! I miss my blogging divas....</div><div style="text-align: center;">hope you missed me too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-57025667586417979152010-04-17T19:39:00.001-05:002010-04-18T21:23:34.619-05:00Every girl is a princess...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6tc8tnxBhIYfw8oRihhESPB9n5eG0pzJH5tiAZgAXceW3OndmEHdyxGEXdzn9Q6yOvqN89UhC3OX6PhbKQAPEQV9iXKbZiSQZhR_Oioq1-QnyLp5Ac3bTPV_3-258S5nZ0tuVBiWmxQ/s1600/home+331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6tc8tnxBhIYfw8oRihhESPB9n5eG0pzJH5tiAZgAXceW3OndmEHdyxGEXdzn9Q6yOvqN89UhC3OX6PhbKQAPEQV9iXKbZiSQZhR_Oioq1-QnyLp5Ac3bTPV_3-258S5nZ0tuVBiWmxQ/s320/home+331.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and this birthday girl was no exception.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday I made this .. three tier buttercream with fondant decorations.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The mom wanted butterflies with purple and pink decorations.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The cake will have a crown placed in front of the feathers ...a regal touch I think. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNs6FagVM2fE9If8a6RUhkMgc3-E1UmeeFmz2sVaXYMfsofKl0Pd3dg4BNm3rwMOzikumQkMDvz9EYPBzR6lnKBcusIVSdu_JdN7FUotLF5U2BytEWZRlfgscR5ruBc0XPFsqkMOdkIU/s1600/home+335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNs6FagVM2fE9If8a6RUhkMgc3-E1UmeeFmz2sVaXYMfsofKl0Pd3dg4BNm3rwMOzikumQkMDvz9EYPBzR6lnKBcusIVSdu_JdN7FUotLF5U2BytEWZRlfgscR5ruBc0XPFsqkMOdkIU/s320/home+335.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I added ribbon roses to add some whimsy to it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The butterflies have edible pearl accents to the body to make it princess worthy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A princess has to have some jewels!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTshNwDUnSOR3AWzLdZ7WgVafEGvFOCsisaiZPa06R_qIjbwthFhUHWodZ7g5ekcWKnnif1QeeGHvpqV_ggwPKhWGBo_GCGO763DD7R9ZMwGoyCcyw2YKknYdK0ghkXa31X0I65Tj5GVE/s1600/home+337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTshNwDUnSOR3AWzLdZ7WgVafEGvFOCsisaiZPa06R_qIjbwthFhUHWodZ7g5ekcWKnnif1QeeGHvpqV_ggwPKhWGBo_GCGO763DD7R9ZMwGoyCcyw2YKknYdK0ghkXa31X0I65Tj5GVE/s320/home+337.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also added an edible dusting powder to the all of the roses, gumballs (made of fondant) and butterflies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trust me the pic does not show the bling in all it's glory. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgzNxpfklgUcL0MIpOKETcQnLJb5uhhCO256WZ2zvg-jmVn13eMetcHihCeaHt8X0ph-qzi3tE1kWcJ1IuEu6eyliyK_sZvDSmA93BjJePWILCpWfm_WCpMLeJdsiT9Ua9W_ETuetIJI/s1600/home+340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgzNxpfklgUcL0MIpOKETcQnLJb5uhhCO256WZ2zvg-jmVn13eMetcHihCeaHt8X0ph-qzi3tE1kWcJ1IuEu6eyliyK_sZvDSmA93BjJePWILCpWfm_WCpMLeJdsiT9Ua9W_ETuetIJI/s320/home+340.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also thre in some matching cupcakes for a bonus...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I pray she liked it.. I enjoyed making it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy birthday to the princess...</div><div style="text-align: center;">hope your cake made your day even more special!!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVFKjN-fum_zEoqDhy5WWwcpIBwsSZnS2bWqQVPZ21Mi6dTM0IopaQ4APO4ixlZXw80egBq7xagI8uALK-oACdj1J5M2sPc1n-lMtPnWJaZxllX_V8f7xfZRjrfl0f3RtESr0ag8GC84/s1600/princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVFKjN-fum_zEoqDhy5WWwcpIBwsSZnS2bWqQVPZ21Mi6dTM0IopaQ4APO4ixlZXw80egBq7xagI8uALK-oACdj1J5M2sPc1n-lMtPnWJaZxllX_V8f7xfZRjrfl0f3RtESr0ag8GC84/s320/princess.jpg" /></a></div></div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-28737988535045927732010-03-29T15:37:00.000-05:002010-03-29T15:37:53.978-05:00wow what a week...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDQiwdWdEu6zrYDFgrXQUM93j3nJSccjrWIp9swIdbk1hTBMNhigZvZtfXv7Wq9hslHdFdWLNj_Gn_6gIkNmE9eMQZQp4U96Q76W8M2hYeZ4uBSqRuJVH4W6-eBDLEch3m7elHAPeq32w/s1600/yello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDQiwdWdEu6zrYDFgrXQUM93j3nJSccjrWIp9swIdbk1hTBMNhigZvZtfXv7Wq9hslHdFdWLNj_Gn_6gIkNmE9eMQZQp4U96Q76W8M2hYeZ4uBSqRuJVH4W6-eBDLEch3m7elHAPeq32w/s320/yello.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">sorry about the pic..I took it on my phone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been a whirlwind week..</div><div style="text-align: center;">for starters I go back to work this Wednesday..Yeah!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could easily see myself being a stay at home mom but I have never not worked.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I am excitied about going back to work.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Secondly, I have been making some more cakes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilv4WqyUhcxEKdf0aV6ga4Js5DWzHYR7joVjkPZjldJ9jTn7D4kMLxL94vhoLibKFeuHaEmb7kt79_Ybz5BoPjfVSv7W19rt_2HUDiPoUDhK-aO_9t2xykmeTZLDsJlrCEKGhlbw9OCvk/s1600/yeloow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilv4WqyUhcxEKdf0aV6ga4Js5DWzHYR7joVjkPZjldJ9jTn7D4kMLxL94vhoLibKFeuHaEmb7kt79_Ybz5BoPjfVSv7W19rt_2HUDiPoUDhK-aO_9t2xykmeTZLDsJlrCEKGhlbw9OCvk/s320/yeloow.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday was such a lovely day that I decided to make a cake and my own buttercream.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was delish!!!! When I got to the decorating part...I got lazy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't judge me...I was tired by that point.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I think it still turned out purty!!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I pray that all is well with all of my bloggy divas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to tell you thank you for being amazinf prayer partners and friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could not make it this past weekend but I heard all about it and want to see pictures ladies!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Please continue to pray for me as I will for you. </div><div style="text-align: center;">All of you have truly been a blessing to me !!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, hi ho hi ho it's off to work I go!!</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-33426477119241086542010-03-22T18:05:00.000-05:002010-03-22T18:05:10.858-05:00bless her little sole!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYfDBU_Knoo5OENAOM8zisqM8PqomT_fuib6oV8vxQNvd1Yjl4EDr2FU0AtqUzj8WsRF3YaoVZG2Pf_amH2MBdU4R1VcLi4Dg-577GgFkiu_E6XURK8uuIqkcBxEiJ7HqaEuyLAkpl80/s1600-h/home+329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYfDBU_Knoo5OENAOM8zisqM8PqomT_fuib6oV8vxQNvd1Yjl4EDr2FU0AtqUzj8WsRF3YaoVZG2Pf_amH2MBdU4R1VcLi4Dg-577GgFkiu_E6XURK8uuIqkcBxEiJ7HqaEuyLAkpl80/s320/home+329.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry I haven't been around much.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been job hunting like crazy!!! And when I am not glued to search engines I have been working on cakes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a baby shower cake due next month and thought I would try my hand at these....</div><div style="text-align: center;">tell me what do you think? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGccW40lSiu11cqVIiALIW7fVOjtT9q1Z5206SkUZQkFtXgDFLdwihPP-p-Oaa10AkNjHFfTMRzFijrdrRtG4qb6KW4Zwp3quumnPzDbg0Xp20ubjPq_LcJV9RrdCFHV7X5UbvPB2PlXY/s1600-h/home+330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGccW40lSiu11cqVIiALIW7fVOjtT9q1Z5206SkUZQkFtXgDFLdwihPP-p-Oaa10AkNjHFfTMRzFijrdrRtG4qb6KW4Zwp3quumnPzDbg0Xp20ubjPq_LcJV9RrdCFHV7X5UbvPB2PlXY/s320/home+330.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">They are made from gumpaste and a template I found online.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Talk about tedious...</div><div style="text-align: center;">The baby shower colors are yellow and lavender.</div><div style="text-align: center;">These swweties will adorn the top of a double 8" cake covered in yellow fondant.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There will also be cupcakes in yellow and lavender with matching fondant flowers on them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That same day I am decorating a princess cake for a birthday party. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I get super excited planning cakes but right as I start decorating them I get nervous.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know why..maybe it is stage fright...lol.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please feel free to leave me some feedback...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I look forward to it.</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-68811374294598127952010-03-08T09:43:00.001-06:002010-03-08T11:16:36.042-06:00Happy Birthday my little one<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeGwcdrXog1eB5W_pzzvAjnsSjcH5JaXTHIiDFvIss4A5to9Uze-SUkzBUj2x40d8YRreQRJfhu-42JnRcb4yLfaf-_VoLrjE6YLQR-1wDfnNArmVfNtcKMxR-Ug2G20BECBSTgX5hb0/s1600-h/morgan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQeGwcdrXog1eB5W_pzzvAjnsSjcH5JaXTHIiDFvIss4A5to9Uze-SUkzBUj2x40d8YRreQRJfhu-42JnRcb4yLfaf-_VoLrjE6YLQR-1wDfnNArmVfNtcKMxR-Ug2G20BECBSTgX5hb0/s320/morgan.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy 16th Birthday to my baby girl...</div><div style="text-align: center;">(I am trying not to cry as I type this)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Happy Birthday Morgan.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wow it only seems like yesterday that I placed you in your car seat and brought you home.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You were so tiny and very beautiful. From birth I knew that you had your own personality.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You oozed independence !! You didn't cry for anything but the basics ..diaper changes and bottles. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Even then you were fearless. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Morgan, you have grown into a lovely young woman who I know will achieve anything you set out to do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Continue to place the Lord first and foremost in your life and you cannot fail. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss the little girl who use to wear curly pigtails ...I will always keep that little one in my heart.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I am excited to see where the young lady who stands before me today will go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy 16th Birthday Morgan Nicole!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mommy loves you!!!! </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHdMdXMs3Y608jnk6h_kUzLLbvntiv1ExxCQh7rMS7J6rieoWUMTIDOxg-GfkXxE8LvHsQsEbejVqzRax5H7Yax_u1sR6lCTv0ClEgReNb6TGaweldeFlxf7KquRJ5qZGtgVYMSe08gg/s1600-h/home+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHdMdXMs3Y608jnk6h_kUzLLbvntiv1ExxCQh7rMS7J6rieoWUMTIDOxg-GfkXxE8LvHsQsEbejVqzRax5H7Yax_u1sR6lCTv0ClEgReNb6TGaweldeFlxf7KquRJ5qZGtgVYMSe08gg/s320/home+079.jpg" /></a></div></div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-30176331324043419612010-03-07T17:45:00.000-06:002010-03-07T17:45:33.548-06:00My baby's 16th Birthday cake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUT-XaZ4bbpusTwj5TkK6TTjN6rQtjOhWvhRmbQEmkB6F7RE_GSk3xvmGotxk5X8MIWqSPsnmr7MMRAcd5XNSE6uZi3njtrKulaZNOLoF7cnbqB0xF0AWeb0vJVTyy8lxcXKBok-QaHDo/s1600-h/home+318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUT-XaZ4bbpusTwj5TkK6TTjN6rQtjOhWvhRmbQEmkB6F7RE_GSk3xvmGotxk5X8MIWqSPsnmr7MMRAcd5XNSE6uZi3njtrKulaZNOLoF7cnbqB0xF0AWeb0vJVTyy8lxcXKBok-QaHDo/s320/home+318.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wow this cake is bright!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Morgan will be 16 tomorrow and really wanted a shoe cake ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcSpx5XU88Y-2C-S03DNBk3P4nslYASCreiEPmnErNk84X1wQVuBGk8cqF2FPZlqGdXldrdr64nH5o2MDrm-7PTuLfBa05sb9GPxXoC8D95gk94CNQkqHQqqd5Xl8cvrVTWyWpxoR6UM/s1600-h/home+319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcSpx5XU88Y-2C-S03DNBk3P4nslYASCreiEPmnErNk84X1wQVuBGk8cqF2FPZlqGdXldrdr64nH5o2MDrm-7PTuLfBa05sb9GPxXoC8D95gk94CNQkqHQqqd5Xl8cvrVTWyWpxoR6UM/s320/home+319.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I made the shoe ..by hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It says LIVE in rhinestones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAWUUktAeCkWhK37eZZxP-n6mvh9BAGzYyWweaFBdPYWBlrXmSgLv-nrYq6zYuw0mYLJxk7VTPQ-A2iOhq8F9vFcZu6qlnbNcTUwJL9XM6wF9QZEfsLG0965HnylDjHci1N6GKMBPfqI/s1600-h/home+320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAWUUktAeCkWhK37eZZxP-n6mvh9BAGzYyWweaFBdPYWBlrXmSgLv-nrYq6zYuw0mYLJxk7VTPQ-A2iOhq8F9vFcZu6qlnbNcTUwJL9XM6wF9QZEfsLG0965HnylDjHci1N6GKMBPfqI/s320/home+320.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also made the makeup, powder puff, nail polish, and ipod from fondant. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I did not make the cake though...sigh. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My oven stopped working on me. What the duece?? </div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I called up Korgers and ordered a double 8 inch round at the last minute.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Thanks Jennifer for all of your help. I owe you one. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The border is a gumball border made of fondant.. pretty easy really.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Morgan loved it and I hope you do too....</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-21888851244077143932010-03-01T13:57:00.000-06:002010-03-01T13:57:06.944-06:00She likes it.. she really likes it!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBVjPBHiA4dstc9CFP02P8H3U38kgd7Up5mOsGq6h1NZz5SgBE12Muc4uyV1waykyemF17joqEqylX3gUmGlVV3E1gAIRsvzxNXHECBCLMP1PMGXZP1nfxWNVGtVeEmDQXVMeFBYuq-D8/s1600-h/home+306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBVjPBHiA4dstc9CFP02P8H3U38kgd7Up5mOsGq6h1NZz5SgBE12Muc4uyV1waykyemF17joqEqylX3gUmGlVV3E1gAIRsvzxNXHECBCLMP1PMGXZP1nfxWNVGtVeEmDQXVMeFBYuq-D8/s320/home+306.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I fininshed the cake. </div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom liked it...no she looooved it!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">She loved it so much that she did not want to cut it. We had to convince her to do so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLjB8oAyIrbV4Fhe0WyEuNLpqYZ0jMV-2lGKVzcHsleHHRTXIrxCm3z0nCiSlt7E7hD99ffyMzRHEgsroNMjjvuo5jyKu7J0lhIj5E7bESYwtxbEGCDxWyF_OAUOKU-7_5uncIKJB_mA/s1600-h/home+290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLjB8oAyIrbV4Fhe0WyEuNLpqYZ0jMV-2lGKVzcHsleHHRTXIrxCm3z0nCiSlt7E7hD99ffyMzRHEgsroNMjjvuo5jyKu7J0lhIj5E7bESYwtxbEGCDxWyF_OAUOKU-7_5uncIKJB_mA/s320/home+290.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope you like it too...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am going to be working on my daughters cake this week. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Morgan is turning 16....</div><div style="text-align: center;">When did this happen?? </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's true what they say.. time waits for no man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTOBxzs8NHK4r2vFMO0HMye3rFiu1NKmPKPwpufsIsyH1hsE_-I-6wXFSH8hKXy03fXJfI8AV6md9YQKlS2fNF0cSBJdRv_J9X7v6KtI-RWOQUQKoAi2a8MxmjXNWk1bXQhQN52Mpfog/s1600-h/home+310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTOBxzs8NHK4r2vFMO0HMye3rFiu1NKmPKPwpufsIsyH1hsE_-I-6wXFSH8hKXy03fXJfI8AV6md9YQKlS2fNF0cSBJdRv_J9X7v6KtI-RWOQUQKoAi2a8MxmjXNWk1bXQhQN52Mpfog/s320/home+310.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy 59th Anniversary to my parents!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_B8_zp4ZjeuLFXvxjeslquQA9PxGQiMbriI2iouiH6Td_oCweGK03nJ8AIdsaezvfR3xrHisDADbGxfqxmg0h8C0AePjA3Q9Se-uN6p5bNGE4J-N1qp8WjwleiPIMuMIknx5IOrA3LLA/s1600-h/home+303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_B8_zp4ZjeuLFXvxjeslquQA9PxGQiMbriI2iouiH6Td_oCweGK03nJ8AIdsaezvfR3xrHisDADbGxfqxmg0h8C0AePjA3Q9Se-uN6p5bNGE4J-N1qp8WjwleiPIMuMIknx5IOrA3LLA/s320/home+303.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4UDiQa4AqHr-Qm0yey9TzbqdVQ9FMMBpM2b0HdkdHiUgrQS0qWi99tkhYgVGfB9yKEx5mqrS6M7JLVCaU8jAcm0gSElwTZV9ztEjtNKtgrfLNViobKcp45gyfVhQwSYtFW2JY0bZc6I/s1600-h/cake1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4UDiQa4AqHr-Qm0yey9TzbqdVQ9FMMBpM2b0HdkdHiUgrQS0qWi99tkhYgVGfB9yKEx5mqrS6M7JLVCaU8jAcm0gSElwTZV9ztEjtNKtgrfLNViobKcp45gyfVhQwSYtFW2JY0bZc6I/s320/cake1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-79085942793092037612010-02-26T16:07:00.000-06:002010-02-26T16:07:25.459-06:00I can't leave comments<div style="text-align: center;">I apologize if you think I have deserted you..</div><div style="text-align: center;">for some reason I cannot leave comments. I do not understand this. I waited thinking this would pass but no such luck. SO if you haven't seen any of my comments recently ..it's becasue I can't . </div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-111878964355674812010-02-26T08:36:00.000-06:002010-02-26T08:36:48.913-06:00Flowers, Ribbons, and bows ... OH MY!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8iJNJOSzd6d6sr1fwhlOiY_o6KwxeKAUv98_yq-LpVA7yKJfYKtoQOlgR35CmqcmTjam5INSUfNTeLKUiGWMxm8_uBG5wavjb92Ln_BdQkp5ztN8sOQVt6xWGd8qkZ-oBKO5wE4BfBQ/s1600-h/home+270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8iJNJOSzd6d6sr1fwhlOiY_o6KwxeKAUv98_yq-LpVA7yKJfYKtoQOlgR35CmqcmTjam5INSUfNTeLKUiGWMxm8_uBG5wavjb92Ln_BdQkp5ztN8sOQVt6xWGd8qkZ-oBKO5wE4BfBQ/s320/home+270.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought I would share some of my work so far. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Sorry about the pics in advance. Not my best photography)</div><div style="text-align: center;">For the last 2 days I have been making fondant flowers, ribbons, and bows... OH MY ...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know have a "crick" in my neck from pinstakingly cutting flowers and other elements for my parents wedding cake. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcFzgYrVYDH7eQ4zGD_66_P_8o_R3MVtrsbi0q27eIj7ro4cBA8KNpdWna77eXPa5v8613kFaHkka4Ue92BD42maqnQPka4-W37cLg9HCxjKidtgA4Sk1BmO99pLkH-DQ-nyQMWLaalk/s1600-h/home+274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcFzgYrVYDH7eQ4zGD_66_P_8o_R3MVtrsbi0q27eIj7ro4cBA8KNpdWna77eXPa5v8613kFaHkka4Ue92BD42maqnQPka4-W37cLg9HCxjKidtgA4Sk1BmO99pLkH-DQ-nyQMWLaalk/s320/home+274.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a sample cascade that will go on the cake. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Granted, if I had more time to plan.. these would be bad ass.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I decided to go with a Mary Engelbreit themed flower for a whimsy look.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I pray that my mom and dad love it.. I will take like.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are not very over the top people ..so I decided their cake should represent them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiif-zic45-YWhJ9dMDbO4JGhxrxqmzIpZUkFz9HjMw2QIB2Nw3zOhRx1uSIHLrLdHmWIPFAucV0kIAfaS1eQTEms9sdx9LQcnz-TsaZm0RjM6n0XdiwldHuPDs4oj3gg2NDIhc16J172k/s1600-h/home+275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiif-zic45-YWhJ9dMDbO4JGhxrxqmzIpZUkFz9HjMw2QIB2Nw3zOhRx1uSIHLrLdHmWIPFAucV0kIAfaS1eQTEms9sdx9LQcnz-TsaZm0RjM6n0XdiwldHuPDs4oj3gg2NDIhc16J172k/s320/home+275.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also have roses and leaves, that I cut and shaped by hand ..like a nut. LOL</div><div style="text-align: center;">These are just a few, there are many more. Trust me ..many many more. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVweSW8kzMICnJ5bEouKUyzEY_K4qf2BWKNNvQIeDVyUQNgwLQBGLe1ylMBTxKs1J-QTARKMlzR4N1k16wsMD741ilLxQjxKF0B1k5cCLPtdNo1WRsyxa-4mZS-ai-MPLilj-v0wArrTg/s1600-h/home+272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVweSW8kzMICnJ5bEouKUyzEY_K4qf2BWKNNvQIeDVyUQNgwLQBGLe1ylMBTxKs1J-QTARKMlzR4N1k16wsMD741ilLxQjxKF0B1k5cCLPtdNo1WRsyxa-4mZS-ai-MPLilj-v0wArrTg/s320/home+272.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> One of my roses.. I was hoping the pic would show the pearl dust that I hand sprinkled on each and every flower. But no such luck. It is really a nice touch .. let me tell ya. Sparkly... I love it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok I have to run.. got to make more flowers!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-28535480284425611922010-02-24T09:49:00.000-06:002010-02-24T09:49:38.997-06:00I am soooo sentimental...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS-tetMh-ArKuQ-O1cVXcnpVtYfIpS2rMkK4u_Pm5M8W57uztu2h9Bijl-PJpjfwwdWWpHR3nKcFy1qbP77PbAeoDKvom0REH3y9Y-o0F92Ym2BDVE4fRRUvD2rCVcXUVhFdg718pZDg/s1600-h/ivory_squares_melissahughes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvS-tetMh-ArKuQ-O1cVXcnpVtYfIpS2rMkK4u_Pm5M8W57uztu2h9Bijl-PJpjfwwdWWpHR3nKcFy1qbP77PbAeoDKvom0REH3y9Y-o0F92Ym2BDVE4fRRUvD2rCVcXUVhFdg718pZDg/s320/ivory_squares_melissahughes.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't she purty?? Yes, she is a pretty gurl. And I am going to make her a sister.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(This photo is from google) </div><div style="text-align: center;">My parents are celebrating their 59th wedding anniversary this Sunday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom and dad never had a wedding or anything of the sort..so I am going to make them a wedding cake.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It will model this one but with a few changes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am hoping that they will like it. I am going to start on it today.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Making tons of flowers by hand so that will be time consuming!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a sentimnetal person and I would like my parents to have a wedding cake.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They never posed for a wedding picture but I found a beautiful pic of them together and had it framed and all of the family wrote a message on the mat for them a few years ago. They LOVED IT!!! It hangs in their living room for all to see. I think my mom wanted to cry but she is not the crying type. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love to see my mama smile....</div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe Sunday I can make that happen. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-60524946628985567752010-02-19T08:53:00.000-06:002010-02-19T08:53:22.345-06:00Not saying this was right...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5TnXx7HruO_AbUR1lq7ET3kOu1yMnRfVxmXD4YN1AWxf6QOuKWLodRar72ovZ3hq18FSGDEv-4KtWtCSfxnmoLbc7hBA-YF23pCu6f87-ViuR6WbefgD2AY0A5pTumzFmScXH1wRv7RI/s1600-h/0219-vulnerabilities-of-general-aviation.jpg_full_380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5TnXx7HruO_AbUR1lq7ET3kOu1yMnRfVxmXD4YN1AWxf6QOuKWLodRar72ovZ3hq18FSGDEv-4KtWtCSfxnmoLbc7hBA-YF23pCu6f87-ViuR6WbefgD2AY0A5pTumzFmScXH1wRv7RI/s320/0219-vulnerabilities-of-general-aviation.jpg_full_380.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">but I understand the frustration...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some gentleman crashed his plane into the IRS offices in Austin, Tx yesterday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">What a tragic and terrible event this was..</div><div style="text-align: center;">The man in question had some tax issues..from what I understand the IRS had put a suspension on both of his businesses.</div><div style="text-align: center;">With my current IRS situation.. I can somewhat understand his aggrivation. However, this is a tad extreme.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart goes out ot all of those who were involved in the events on yesterday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I pray that all the families involved find some peace and understanding through this time of difficulty. </div><div style="text-align: center;">If you are being audited ... please just fill out the paperwork. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a blessed weekend .</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-28145478771560160332010-02-17T17:50:00.000-06:002010-02-17T17:50:48.971-06:00Taxes.....Need I say More??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZueiA6x09CEB045-hXyvocXZNSTLo3hQJgvVq6RabTUrHRdHHiJaSPH1IM_WXbOVBzsv_pJn7xbInx-NBBnKGFeFlZcMmBT9GQYz8xSg7VEKF6svNKs1_IZvFJWtPJ8YU17RdAKLX1OY/s1600-h/taxes.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZueiA6x09CEB045-hXyvocXZNSTLo3hQJgvVq6RabTUrHRdHHiJaSPH1IM_WXbOVBzsv_pJn7xbInx-NBBnKGFeFlZcMmBT9GQYz8xSg7VEKF6svNKs1_IZvFJWtPJ8YU17RdAKLX1OY/s320/taxes.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">see that guy that is upside down? </div><div style="text-align: center;">That's me and the person shaking me ..the IRS. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I was randomly chosen to be audited this year..oooh what an honor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have never had the joy nor the experience .. be thankful, VERY THANKFUL!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love my government and am a law abiding citizen but the IRS chaps me hide right now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I do not know why we are having to do this but ok.. I'll do it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The part that quizzes me the most is how much information they want.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I say want because NEED would be an overstatment.</div><div style="text-align: center;">After I filled out all of the paper work today.. I am beat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I still have more!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you really need to know how much the toothfairy left me for my first tooth??</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok they did not ask that but they might as well have.. they asked EVERYTHING ELSE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry about the vent but I needed to get it off of my chest.. hope you all have a blessed week. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I will probalby be back on Monday .. I have tons of tax homework to do!! </div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-83184174762090827232010-02-15T18:16:00.000-06:002010-02-15T18:16:32.497-06:00Workout day 1<div style="text-align: center;">Sorry there will be no pics on this post..</div><div style="text-align: center;">I worked out today!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Why all excited you ask? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I have been sitting here watching the pounds pile on for the last five months while I was on leave. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't eat any more than usual but being injured made me less active than I have ever been in my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have always been pretty active doing my day to day stuff - which equals walking at least 5 miles everyday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I have never actually had to workout a day in my life. Until now...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being thin and in shape came naturally to me..always did.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But somewhere around 33 ye ole metabloism kicked in... or slowed down I should say.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So this morning, my knee was feeling pretty good and I walked a mile!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Followed by 100 situps, leg throws, and calf raises. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am going to do this twice a day from now on.</div><div style="text-align: center;">With Sunday being the exception..even God rested on the Sabbath. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, wish me luck.. </div><div style="text-align: center;">p.s. I will publish pics of my end result.. but until then you will have to use your imagination...lol</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-40618963784149120552010-02-11T08:09:00.000-06:002010-02-11T08:09:47.156-06:00What a girl wants....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbv-FammAlU9sVPCjBshT9qIiR2DNBM6g9takCpI0asEiILM8OlGWegXt8V83eJbXFGqUVLOfmmFp62gAGNDlob-QY17GJXA5mlxXZA36Ye1zFdof3WgC23KgWKj-Ybwbdm29HceTHno/s1600-h/Picture+17.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> A Cricut Cake Machine!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I literally drooled the first time I saw this little baby!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh I want one...Oh I am going to get one. Now, when that day will be...I don't know right now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to start my own little cake business in the near future but with times being the way they are I will wait.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHVwVqv0e12TWZfWyNiEwOl7bLDq4AmHeGt4WwtxJEjNhoxG45RbN-2GhMl_UaV-hcJaAbuaKMlRLsceqEp8TTeHQ-TCtoDv8xTSfM8dGuzngFg8gA2joJmsNuS0nwzR1cY70jheZbpI/s1600-h/Picture+20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHVwVqv0e12TWZfWyNiEwOl7bLDq4AmHeGt4WwtxJEjNhoxG45RbN-2GhMl_UaV-hcJaAbuaKMlRLsceqEp8TTeHQ-TCtoDv8xTSfM8dGuzngFg8gA2joJmsNuS0nwzR1cY70jheZbpI/s320/Picture+20.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Back to my dream machine....</div><div style="text-align: center;">place your gumpaste in the machine and it cuts out tons of designs for you!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Swoon)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9wmS6lJy-M0Ip8aDOaHKOVpaBe2TcmApaHBgu_QOFl6Fj4rYyBSQ4qOc6UEguzujG2SKpX03u9MlHDwZRZTAVUlsdfS-ZZqYL-GlLN-fkpethlfdX2hWrUCztYSQa4uuh3dg7SgIGEM/s1600-h/cake+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9wmS6lJy-M0Ip8aDOaHKOVpaBe2TcmApaHBgu_QOFl6Fj4rYyBSQ4qOc6UEguzujG2SKpX03u9MlHDwZRZTAVUlsdfS-ZZqYL-GlLN-fkpethlfdX2hWrUCztYSQa4uuh3dg7SgIGEM/s320/cake+3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Look at what you can do...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90TVG4udvDjlbGxvUS1MnJBBQV2BT9iAyYEoxQH9fCjWGmLZpbUbmmGFJGm4XODCun4vMcwHM_wl3qZQAk7Nc142RiiFBPYP6SdkZB7RCM5ep3vxN2vOXM4Y3cfirFXLUn9d-ML78SN4/s1600-h/cake+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90TVG4udvDjlbGxvUS1MnJBBQV2BT9iAyYEoxQH9fCjWGmLZpbUbmmGFJGm4XODCun4vMcwHM_wl3qZQAk7Nc142RiiFBPYP6SdkZB7RCM5ep3vxN2vOXM4Y3cfirFXLUn9d-ML78SN4/s320/cake+4.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">How awesome is this?? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Something that would have taken forever now has cut your time in half.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The possibilities are endless...and I can't wait. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> So, if you have a cake decorator in your family- this is the IDEAL gift.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hint hint Mr.H!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-23964985764746659912010-02-10T18:34:00.000-06:002010-02-10T18:34:36.485-06:00My other hobby ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzxHVrwHS6ejLJNBgbUnaDL1FzDXCqWCuVd7vkQ6yJPPfZnuacwVcGXt604dFV1dMbHXs2MRSNrhUGKszJ8Tswym9-jQ7KjcesudZSgYbmCC0xfIUfr-L5LxxlCZe8sc2FgGV8JFKi4k/s1600-h/home+258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCzxHVrwHS6ejLJNBgbUnaDL1FzDXCqWCuVd7vkQ6yJPPfZnuacwVcGXt604dFV1dMbHXs2MRSNrhUGKszJ8Tswym9-jQ7KjcesudZSgYbmCC0xfIUfr-L5LxxlCZe8sc2FgGV8JFKi4k/s320/home+258.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cake decorating!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">This was my take on a sushi Birthday cake for my nephew Alex.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWPFrtHPtGwujDnhkLRaSwzuVAK4zDOjMSFAwPOOGNUqaKlaTGrXP0QEb2K2iD9VXpgqMx1vAwqk8oxthF7dT3HOWES8brYHCHIg6txQwbsitLKLqYX_AzD6VY0IBISiS0U5ZVeJQGSQ/s1600-h/home+268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWPFrtHPtGwujDnhkLRaSwzuVAK4zDOjMSFAwPOOGNUqaKlaTGrXP0QEb2K2iD9VXpgqMx1vAwqk8oxthF7dT3HOWES8brYHCHIg6txQwbsitLKLqYX_AzD6VY0IBISiS0U5ZVeJQGSQ/s320/home+268.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">He turned 18 a few weeks ago...</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am soooo proud of him. Alex is the oldest son of my twin Angelique..</div><div style="text-align: center;">he LOVES all things Japanese.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mainly sushi...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKkSgTfDqHXhf711Dx2ps7savfNYiNpjz9H9KKX042F4FjT5opHour-ClIj0g2a5C_yjqyLKvz6gTHm_ytt7Bp9H3ef_QyrXrMo96WeYcUaMump6iAReWPPMwDCzj6PU0jYz9jU14x04/s1600-h/home+260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKkSgTfDqHXhf711Dx2ps7savfNYiNpjz9H9KKX042F4FjT5opHour-ClIj0g2a5C_yjqyLKvz6gTHm_ytt7Bp9H3ef_QyrXrMo96WeYcUaMump6iAReWPPMwDCzj6PU0jYz9jU14x04/s320/home+260.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I airbrushed the cake to look like a wooden serving board and hand molded all of the susi and </div><div style="text-align: center;">and it's extras. Yes, I made the fortune cookie... all out of fondant and rice crispie treats and candy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh34b-fQaXLrhEOnTF4aGth3UfRBZGbkT_9hx84QC0Rb5gYwEcR3hUcbzozB7gU_j8nGiSPQStX1wZldorUt0uhCjoAfjXSbn6ZHeui2DIwKc180ZfvlPzcPUPaDvTToWCuCiF7rdJiPo/s1600-h/home+261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh34b-fQaXLrhEOnTF4aGth3UfRBZGbkT_9hx84QC0Rb5gYwEcR3hUcbzozB7gU_j8nGiSPQStX1wZldorUt0uhCjoAfjXSbn6ZHeui2DIwKc180ZfvlPzcPUPaDvTToWCuCiF7rdJiPo/s320/home+261.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The bowl is also made of fondant.. it was suppose to be a soy sauce bowl. I was SUPPOSE to put<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>chocolate sauce in it.. Don't ask why I didn't.<br />
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Sooooo delicious!!!!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25_hy1ZIYfH9JxA00LNduVnzfdYmbqDft4mqS9-27M5Yy6EWx3G10PUiuPhf7SjqDiP6spBxA2Fw0Th_TramhXHvYnjnPxSzPkaUpcX6uUEkemXIFB9_tryTavRepTctZ_0O5jHsCbyU/s1600-h/home+267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25_hy1ZIYfH9JxA00LNduVnzfdYmbqDft4mqS9-27M5Yy6EWx3G10PUiuPhf7SjqDiP6spBxA2Fw0Th_TramhXHvYnjnPxSzPkaUpcX6uUEkemXIFB9_tryTavRepTctZ_0O5jHsCbyU/s320/home+267.jpg" /></a></div>I think Alex had a good time....<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZgtPE57UoP-SpecsllZNfbx92GqdntzK_-a4il3MwQBi0KkuXpc2gALHStbFsSKIoBUGskHGny7n1nxW4PDS1BHQzHbpvszars24nR_anpbA7YUF3CKhQXBWPNqKPC2Z4-zgs6i1Tik/s1600-h/home+263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZgtPE57UoP-SpecsllZNfbx92GqdntzK_-a4il3MwQBi0KkuXpc2gALHStbFsSKIoBUGskHGny7n1nxW4PDS1BHQzHbpvszars24nR_anpbA7YUF3CKhQXBWPNqKPC2Z4-zgs6i1Tik/s320/home+263.jpg" /></a></div>Happy 18th Alex!!!!! </div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-24193105379016977852010-02-09T10:24:00.000-06:002010-02-09T10:24:56.285-06:00When you see greatness ....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiUrdzXxm_NTai_GYVdjaUvbGHylF0uJ96wqnlhVLJAWRQbIihnhhRR36zEnVn1mrL8N4PDJv9VNdWix5jx-D9w0kyLssz4Ki79eXo_kFqPQeu0dMDehJ3bkmb0so-qZotuCVEcGT1Wk/s1600-h/home+247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiUrdzXxm_NTai_GYVdjaUvbGHylF0uJ96wqnlhVLJAWRQbIihnhhRR36zEnVn1mrL8N4PDJv9VNdWix5jx-D9w0kyLssz4Ki79eXo_kFqPQeu0dMDehJ3bkmb0so-qZotuCVEcGT1Wk/s320/home+247.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">you acknowledge it !! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you see this beauty? This handmade gem has many others to match. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuEqAZj2elSpkieLDNNLOerfA4zNsz5h5ZHLRq7RQkmGMqWgFzO_vyyfzvC7b23Sc4jLXqM_EIAa1rZheLiIdMupDy8gTo94SBizepqiDxBojqvyVbf3Ns0x9LIeXHbTfeWBRHYHPm-Y/s1600-h/home+250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuEqAZj2elSpkieLDNNLOerfA4zNsz5h5ZHLRq7RQkmGMqWgFzO_vyyfzvC7b23Sc4jLXqM_EIAa1rZheLiIdMupDy8gTo94SBizepqiDxBojqvyVbf3Ns0x9LIeXHbTfeWBRHYHPm-Y/s320/home+250.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Whatever your taste.. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvi0UC-saaXJkvBDMYX2JbDvRotV7f2aHJ97IEST0xTcvXEYyPbSGCh0HumQ3loOMAVQZbJ4TPocvbvpMs5521FaGCfrtBaY_lZ5AZvoUyTqUZOOqqMFF_PcOnzmHSXJ8WFkQ1-h1MrE/s1600-h/home+251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvi0UC-saaXJkvBDMYX2JbDvRotV7f2aHJ97IEST0xTcvXEYyPbSGCh0HumQ3loOMAVQZbJ4TPocvbvpMs5521FaGCfrtBaY_lZ5AZvoUyTqUZOOqqMFF_PcOnzmHSXJ8WFkQ1-h1MrE/s320/home+251.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">There is something to fit your fancy....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3BaBnsdXX5pxsDDFmuKqFQkvQWuBqTl3b7OBqnvfjTwMB5Yg1JIeESTflo6vzV4JYTVzyfHARh2H9IJ2BBYa_DaSFqwMJSFBGqw32LJP-RnhPfDLY-7M_8mF-aY_j6nCLvSJuJ8gzc4/s1600-h/home+248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3BaBnsdXX5pxsDDFmuKqFQkvQWuBqTl3b7OBqnvfjTwMB5Yg1JIeESTflo6vzV4JYTVzyfHARh2H9IJ2BBYa_DaSFqwMJSFBGqw32LJP-RnhPfDLY-7M_8mF-aY_j6nCLvSJuJ8gzc4/s320/home+248.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I personally own one similiar to this. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Each piece is unique and each rock is from my own little Conroe, TX.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There are no two the same.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjupbt5aCJDNTD6HOPEKWHn3t61qhO0D2CAtVvVmxH49TnNVGwZMk9NoaP4iPmfqeSfK1jbEzkXw2S5Yz3cyRzf-6rLj3TD5icH3Wx7XNfyPLvryA4EkVq6jJym2TIhYCpnrMpuC6zwU/s1600-h/home+255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjupbt5aCJDNTD6HOPEKWHn3t61qhO0D2CAtVvVmxH49TnNVGwZMk9NoaP4iPmfqeSfK1jbEzkXw2S5Yz3cyRzf-6rLj3TD5icH3Wx7XNfyPLvryA4EkVq6jJym2TIhYCpnrMpuC6zwU/s320/home+255.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Look for some of these great pieces the next time you are in my neck of the woods.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnbwI5KX4RU4FT3q031Lo8Ih4Y69wzUJYL8zpzimTnGSbKYk3RND6tamsEJGrNW_R15ABnazo8W7k7KuRrFng9EVZ_7a-zG4gp6OXN-0zlOMg6BQELtZYxfq5wsm9W4QZNsn2GwsDX8M/s1600-h/home+252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnbwI5KX4RU4FT3q031Lo8Ih4Y69wzUJYL8zpzimTnGSbKYk3RND6tamsEJGrNW_R15ABnazo8W7k7KuRrFng9EVZ_7a-zG4gp6OXN-0zlOMg6BQELtZYxfq5wsm9W4QZNsn2GwsDX8M/s320/home+252.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Designers Joe and Walt Cordaro </div><div style="text-align: center;"> are uniqely talented brothers who are coming into their own.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have personally watched them create visual marvels over the last few years.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can usually find their wares on Loop 336 in Conroe- Next to Shipley's. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> The Cordaro brothers are also launching a new website: <span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thoughtstones.com</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">So the next time you see one of these extremely talented designers - stop by and look at their eco friendly and spectacular pieces of art. </div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. The prices are phenomenal!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-45806368573766583822010-02-07T11:18:00.001-06:002010-02-07T20:38:39.511-06:00Let's Celebrate!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wWRFAcpqT7W7qpdyu_u5ICCJV7u0_o0LrSGpwR8G7OkG0h-wLiLZNwSoeMlm6eJAknmYPk1cHKT1E4fa1QtXy6W9biRMfKB9GCsnWcHPtCXXvd_xluARhmjenwWDrf02JxMr1bR322o/s1600-h/home219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wWRFAcpqT7W7qpdyu_u5ICCJV7u0_o0LrSGpwR8G7OkG0h-wLiLZNwSoeMlm6eJAknmYPk1cHKT1E4fa1QtXy6W9biRMfKB9GCsnWcHPtCXXvd_xluARhmjenwWDrf02JxMr1bR322o/s320/home219.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Big thanks for everyone who inquired about me during my "vacation."</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wouldn't call it quite a vacation... but the rest was much needed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzplYBg0GWgK3q8XvvGtRTOmtEw-l5hR6-3JY-2GgprEMofEQj8CgvfwTSNgW2HdKtnrUkc_kPO9GXqEM9JbNt5YrfqPvmloffiJdn2CWB8owvyPl8foClPQ1d02D02uwESuiT63ZG_Q/s1600-h/saints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzplYBg0GWgK3q8XvvGtRTOmtEw-l5hR6-3JY-2GgprEMofEQj8CgvfwTSNgW2HdKtnrUkc_kPO9GXqEM9JbNt5YrfqPvmloffiJdn2CWB8owvyPl8foClPQ1d02D02uwESuiT63ZG_Q/s320/saints.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Superbowl Sunday!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am personally cheering for the Saints!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqbkYXDzX5tBrPMg32Sn5t-WVJBQoSrlYDu5EYWDrtmUIUvs9Jizf2TtrXGn_YsJ-X_16Hz4nUhPukekkgpI9EEXIBtN8ly4hpSzRE5a1JloYzYjVE8wvsqcYRvXOc9gyGkjMNT5-G48/s1600-h/colts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqbkYXDzX5tBrPMg32Sn5t-WVJBQoSrlYDu5EYWDrtmUIUvs9Jizf2TtrXGn_YsJ-X_16Hz4nUhPukekkgpI9EEXIBtN8ly4hpSzRE5a1JloYzYjVE8wvsqcYRvXOc9gyGkjMNT5-G48/s320/colts.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. H is rallying behind the colts.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(This should be interesting)</div><div style="text-align: center;">The world will be celebrating today one way or another..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ij6HjAE_SCICZZQkknnZ_xSz9PrpoxJ_n2egO76SuI4veX6yz0IZRGZ9-AX7yeMxI17df_W7_VURMFOQWfm-_4O87oYpSd_Hd7AKSpivA2IG9YbQBUbf6qX7OMuG9lbjcfKT6c8Qn9k/s1600-h/aunt+ruth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ij6HjAE_SCICZZQkknnZ_xSz9PrpoxJ_n2egO76SuI4veX6yz0IZRGZ9-AX7yeMxI17df_W7_VURMFOQWfm-_4O87oYpSd_Hd7AKSpivA2IG9YbQBUbf6qX7OMuG9lbjcfKT6c8Qn9k/s320/aunt+ruth.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had a celebration in our family too.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago this very chic young lady turned 87!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">That is my Aunt Ruth.. the STRONGEST woman I have EVER met!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously. No Joke. She is a phenomenal woman who has overcome mountains that I pray I never have to climb.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKVY_V9ra1PzZuoz6pKVyR8hkECVtysGcd19sHIRoyMMtyZjNS5pEfCNv7aB2_YQDFmwifpwVZEXYV9eOT9W-83HRdxqmWKpL_X6WHdVGzI81sHjWuXuvQc1eivX_8V73FUj4eHrxQig/s1600-h/home+222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKVY_V9ra1PzZuoz6pKVyR8hkECVtysGcd19sHIRoyMMtyZjNS5pEfCNv7aB2_YQDFmwifpwVZEXYV9eOT9W-83HRdxqmWKpL_X6WHdVGzI81sHjWuXuvQc1eivX_8V73FUj4eHrxQig/s320/home+222.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I come from a very small family...approx. 15 members.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are pretty close nit. So we all got together and threw my aunt a surprise get together.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The entire family was there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCO8m3EeBTxC6-21D4rCc5Rp1BGcWbyEE08Z8SHHEN7YkZwKWb3t1Nq_Un6O2Nhza_yVkzrfNmnYNjLNd5pJAcE0OuBWU6tt0-r5H51N8lQghMKflA1jcTnnEocRbnGPXhQTu1dG1IXk/s1600-h/home+231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCO8m3EeBTxC6-21D4rCc5Rp1BGcWbyEE08Z8SHHEN7YkZwKWb3t1Nq_Un6O2Nhza_yVkzrfNmnYNjLNd5pJAcE0OuBWU6tt0-r5H51N8lQghMKflA1jcTnnEocRbnGPXhQTu1dG1IXk/s320/home+231.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(sorry about the blur)</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's me eating cake...the birthday girl in the background!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">She gave me a gift years ago that no one could ever take from me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIELf64-L8TGTXOKNwpIzEIOePtI9nQ6gLbimKJoquBpiE17cDYHRWMvXGbmNecfGk3_7jakiaSHVkK270PjIPlp7r9LxeVEmmf2b62JybgZxUkiFhmONOwmFmLh9OrWqCmP-DeY69gKE/s1600-h/home+220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIELf64-L8TGTXOKNwpIzEIOePtI9nQ6gLbimKJoquBpiE17cDYHRWMvXGbmNecfGk3_7jakiaSHVkK270PjIPlp7r9LxeVEmmf2b62JybgZxUkiFhmONOwmFmLh9OrWqCmP-DeY69gKE/s320/home+220.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">the gift of art. She saw something in me when I was like 10. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I use to try to sketch little things here and there and she enrolled me in oil painting.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my 2nd painting. It came so naturally to me. My art teacher would give me a picture and let me do my thing. As you can see from the signature, I still could not write in paint but I could paint. Go figure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTV5ghzHAGDv-xHzKlDw1WAhB7BJt-M59uX9nRGAKsx0-eyeQ3CJQbFFipkdGx5LeQIUqFRlgZ_pnHe-YIULkDvVx2wFkIIBd4j3nGXqkBpkwCtutmxrmD2j2cwTNgwsn91GBj0MjeUM/s1600-h/home230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTV5ghzHAGDv-xHzKlDw1WAhB7BJt-M59uX9nRGAKsx0-eyeQ3CJQbFFipkdGx5LeQIUqFRlgZ_pnHe-YIULkDvVx2wFkIIBd4j3nGXqkBpkwCtutmxrmD2j2cwTNgwsn91GBj0MjeUM/s320/home230.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I gave this to here when I was 11. It was a birthday present for her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A portrait of Jesus. My first and last portrait.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUsEQAonoprAwtPtKwqFU85HJVyr1LoomyeytRHNOm7KkHY_NmW3sjwytcXaahx5m7mqpmOEvx8DvkYPnTPOJroQUH4NIDANLls4MS_S_lwXOWCD4fVORqOybQ9Vay7ksyJpZspTpC1rc/s1600-h/home+218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUsEQAonoprAwtPtKwqFU85HJVyr1LoomyeytRHNOm7KkHY_NmW3sjwytcXaahx5m7mqpmOEvx8DvkYPnTPOJroQUH4NIDANLls4MS_S_lwXOWCD4fVORqOybQ9Vay7ksyJpZspTpC1rc/s320/home+218.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and Lo and Behold...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aunt Ruth can paint too!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I told you she was amazing!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGj4Gu6PCCsJ3E9d4UExnDXvmj_CPhjW6dJsN0E24JxnuxHOwLVvW1n5nuZrOOKwZMbnY8-_bi6PZBTSMqyxY4em8UEAshyf5C41OYYju4QTLytZz8PklCuNNM_XdVGPQxOf2BWyVdkw/s1600-h/home+229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGj4Gu6PCCsJ3E9d4UExnDXvmj_CPhjW6dJsN0E24JxnuxHOwLVvW1n5nuZrOOKwZMbnY8-_bi6PZBTSMqyxY4em8UEAshyf5C41OYYju4QTLytZz8PklCuNNM_XdVGPQxOf2BWyVdkw/s320/home+229.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday Aunt Ruth may you see many more because we have so much more to learn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Photos by my baby Taylor </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-32078460668229513232010-02-05T08:33:00.001-06:002010-02-05T08:35:28.496-06:00Twins of a feather...<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkB3OQlJNk-sNaLFtkvlS4wFq_CA6xbTNIvKlzxsEjt8M6aq8tgQyAMbECvdXRb8IIDt4uczRINCjx8GAqM4E-44mo6ZNzw8VyycMDjFF5h9-381M6OuKdjhK7mFET4vruu-Jx7OeYrNI/s1600-h/twins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkB3OQlJNk-sNaLFtkvlS4wFq_CA6xbTNIvKlzxsEjt8M6aq8tgQyAMbECvdXRb8IIDt4uczRINCjx8GAqM4E-44mo6ZNzw8VyycMDjFF5h9-381M6OuKdjhK7mFET4vruu-Jx7OeYrNI/s320/twins.jpg" /></a></div>Flock together!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have met some amazing ladies and gents here in bloggy land.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I have also visited the twilight zone.....</div><div style="text-align: center;">From day one I had the distinct pleasure and honor of getting to know the wonderful duo of </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://acraftyclan.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;">2 Sisters 2gether </span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Micki and Terri are the through the looking glass version of Angelique and myself. The similiarities are <span style="font-size: large;">FREAKY!!!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">These two women are crafting divas in their own right and have a simply divine blog that I read faithfully.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">So when Micki and Terri contacted us about being guest bloggers for their series </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://acraftyclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/tales-of-shared-womb-honored-guests.html"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tales of a shared womb</span></b></a> </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">of course we said yes!!! </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Please stop by their blog and say hello. While you are there make sure to look around, they do not mind.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">You will not be disappointed. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span> </span></div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-54431519762180737662010-02-02T11:49:00.001-06:002010-02-02T13:24:32.100-06:00My 100th post and counting....<div style="text-align: center;">This is my <b><span style="font-size: x-large;">100th post </span>!!!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">WOW.. that went by quickly!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you to everyone for your prayers and support as I recoup.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can now bend my knee but I still walk funny. I kinda waddle like a duck. You can stop snickering at me now...lol.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But while I have been out I have been working on some things that really needed to be taken care of.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will post about those later today.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I have been watching from the wings.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Did you think that I could just go cold turkey??)</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was reading my dear friend Julie Marie of<b> <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/">Idllyhours </a></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">posted this great post ,<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-refuse-to-be-stepford-wife.html">"I refuse to be a stepford wife!"</a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was sooo caught up in her post that my girls truly believed I had "caught the holy ghost".</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Amens!" were flying out of my mouth like I was sitting on the front pew of my church! </div><div style="text-align: center;">So upon talking to my beautiful and terribly creative sis, we came up with this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8jyiRmtLbcI5U-4GPtVmaL-aHpLcy0QmMT9pUVmUmhmUF_kiR0ooiIjsivuvuGGAtTJuZFlLYuZzBHCOGBMpWJWhurq370g8vWyHoLbApPf3meouQRH-nLMsiEYrlswHaoLST3PwZReA/s1600-h/stepford.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8jyiRmtLbcI5U-4GPtVmaL-aHpLcy0QmMT9pUVmUmhmUF_kiR0ooiIjsivuvuGGAtTJuZFlLYuZzBHCOGBMpWJWhurq370g8vWyHoLbApPf3meouQRH-nLMsiEYrlswHaoLST3PwZReA/s320/stepford.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes that is correct!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">This is our award...it is to acknowledge all my bloggy divas who think outside the box and cherish individuality!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Basically, you do you and don't give a damn what others think.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE IT!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">So here are my first recipients: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Idyllhours </span></b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">for truly inspiring this award!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://melifaif.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Meli Faif Life</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://quixoticlfe.blogspot.com/"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: black;">Quixotic Life</span></span></b></a></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://redneckchic.blogspot.com/">Redneck Chic</a> </span></b></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1265130873777">2 Sisters </a></span></b></div><div style="color: black; text-align: center;"><a href="http://acraftyclan.blogspot.com/"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you have never been by these ladies blogs... oh you are missing out!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">There will be many more passed out..trust me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And to my bloggy buddies that do not accept awards.. I understand.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really hate that because there are some truly unique blogs out there!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, enjoy and remember to stay true to yourself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">p.s. to Mr. Anonmous - this one's for you..wink!!<br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Feel free to pass it on!!! </span></b> </div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-35067972886782632192010-01-22T15:04:00.000-06:002010-01-22T15:04:26.757-06:00Why you so obsessed with me???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is what my poor playstation asked me today...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you everyone for your prayers. I am getting better daily.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can walk without my crutches for a short distance.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is still quite alot of swelling but I am making progress.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now here is what I have been doing while at home...<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ZoCZMv1UYc_SyIwjZWxtaHO_F3loVXb_Rqh1qm6CBBJHF0bw2AIVqPlUy_rlekwZdziOcmx5rXHU6imCna5AVMrYQVLpbjOzlVkelJbT6SEK5MalcH-Z1rNACQuOTONGbUDNeqt70oQ/s1600-h/gammer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ZoCZMv1UYc_SyIwjZWxtaHO_F3loVXb_Rqh1qm6CBBJHF0bw2AIVqPlUy_rlekwZdziOcmx5rXHU6imCna5AVMrYQVLpbjOzlVkelJbT6SEK5MalcH-Z1rNACQuOTONGbUDNeqt70oQ/s320/gammer.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not on my pc but on my poor playstation.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I always liked video games but now I am obsessed!!!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The guy at gamestop knows me and my crutches by name.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know this isn't forever but since I am at home and bored senseless...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">it is official. I am now a gammer.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJuRzek9xv3wcCiS00KXnEomFgHT5O_ZijoF9G3q0A-ka0CSM0r2qeO-LyFahHZ8-R4zKbuR8281CnDVfkysizT-5CIM5sNf7eTSJvnYokswfzzibTRVSOJ8oZCDECkE4D_Oqo9Sg0k0/s1600-h/video.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJuRzek9xv3wcCiS00KXnEomFgHT5O_ZijoF9G3q0A-ka0CSM0r2qeO-LyFahHZ8-R4zKbuR8281CnDVfkysizT-5CIM5sNf7eTSJvnYokswfzzibTRVSOJ8oZCDECkE4D_Oqo9Sg0k0/s320/video.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. H has even joined me.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He stayed up with me one night until 4.a.m.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I play when my knee hurts really bad. It distracts me. That was the worst night and he hung in there with me.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poor thing he was yawning the entire time.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stop laughing.....<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know I should do something more productive but it is kind of nice to be a kid in the privacy of my room.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I never really got to do that kind of stuff when I was younger.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soo until I can fully go back to being a mom..<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(I tried to clean my bathroom the other day..ouch!)<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a gammer!! <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-22963540961107006022010-01-21T09:56:00.000-06:002010-01-21T09:56:13.813-06:00Some People ....<div style="text-align: center;">I cannot believe the unbeliveable gall and NERVE of SOME PEOPLE!!!!!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I did my post yesterday to commemorate the anniversary of our 44th President taking office.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I did not expect to EVER recieve the comment that I opened in my inbox.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will not post such ignorance on here but to call me the "N" word and to post anomously .....<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">NO!! I am not going to be descreet about it, you called me a nigger! How dare you!!!!!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is ignorance like that that keeps people like you in sheets!!!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I see that you were not brave enough to post it with your name.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's get a few things straight....<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a proud African-American woman and I am a democrat.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I did not vote for Obama because of the color of his skin. I originally voted for Hillary in the primaries.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But once I listened to him ..I liked what he stands for and he received my vote.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If that were the case then why did I not vote for Colin Powell?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The purpose of the post was to show how proud I was of that day and the strides that we as a country have made to overlook such simplicities as race.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But for some, I see, they are just simple.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I do not disrespect anyone on my blog or anywhere else.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I firmly believe that we are all children of God and that under his love there is no difference.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is that same love that has compelled me to pray for you because I truly feel pity for you.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It must be tiring to have that much ignorance weighing you down.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For my bloggy sisters who gave words of support, " thank you."<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhltYAO-xtaJefGamCy8PYFTQl-ddW9MDYpiREJW74QoStbFEFqmamJGOkb2dgOlNir6fzmdBU62arXXUSJIpbkt0tPffUe5BTed3TK9v_L8o8lDjULCXdVrV2sPZjkA_69rtwNZVuhkbc/s1600-h/interracial_hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhltYAO-xtaJefGamCy8PYFTQl-ddW9MDYpiREJW74QoStbFEFqmamJGOkb2dgOlNir6fzmdBU62arXXUSJIpbkt0tPffUe5BTed3TK9v_L8o8lDjULCXdVrV2sPZjkA_69rtwNZVuhkbc/s320/interracial_hands.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would like to think that I can find solice in bloggy land...<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBeA6va1-8J8facFmyBcLy_H1xAC-v4YOf8cp9j614YjhJkwXYmZE9zSeeuk1Ej6QoQPXBLo9jLK1zIZRfd3kK8F3rvR6kPJ0K3uAT6SLtHE08Z91W3Xnx9o1s9YzMio1ZITBUiJ5QRc/s1600-h/great-collage-of-black-and-white-people-holding-hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBeA6va1-8J8facFmyBcLy_H1xAC-v4YOf8cp9j614YjhJkwXYmZE9zSeeuk1Ej6QoQPXBLo9jLK1zIZRfd3kK8F3rvR6kPJ0K3uAT6SLtHE08Z91W3Xnx9o1s9YzMio1ZITBUiJ5QRc/s320/great-collage-of-black-and-white-people-holding-hands.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The world we live in is hard enough. But to be verbally assaulted here is beyond my reason.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is a saying that, " Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me.."<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To a degree this is true. But is it not words that give the command for war? Or restore peace?<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Words have a great impact on us...even me.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a person, just like you. If I am cut.. I bleed. And if I am slandered ..I am hurt just like you.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So Anonymous.. whoever you are. Remember this: <br />
</div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"> You may write me down in <span style="color: blue;">history </span><a class="kLink" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/#" id="KonaLink0" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="undefined"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"></span></span></a><br />
With your bitter, twisted lies,<br />
You may trod me in the very dirt<br />
But still, like dust, I'll rise.<br />
<br />
Does my sassiness upset you?<br />
Why are you beset with gloom?<br />
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells<br />
Pumping in my living room.<br />
<br />
Just like <a class="kLink" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/#" id="KonaLink1" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="undefined"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;">moons</span></span></a> and like suns,<br />
With the certainty of tides,<br />
Just like hopes springing high,<br />
Still I'll rise.<br />
<br />
Did you want to see me broken?<br />
Bowed head and lowered eyes?<br />
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.<br />
Weakened by my soulful cries.<br />
<br />
Does my haughtiness offend you?<br />
Don't you take it awful hard<br />
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines<br />
Diggin' in my own back yard.<br />
<br />
You may shoot me with your words,<br />
You may cut me with your eyes,<br />
You may kill me with your hatefulness,<br />
But still, like air, I'll rise.<br />
<br />
Does my sexiness upset you?<br />
Does it come as a surprise<br />
That I dance like I've got diamonds<br />
At the meeting of my thighs?<br />
<br />
Out of the huts of history's shame<br />
I rise<br />
Up from a past that's rooted in pain<br />
I rise<br />
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,<br />
Welling and swelling I <a class="kLink" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/#" id="KonaLink2" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="undefined"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;">bear</span></span></a> in the tide.<br />
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear<br />
I rise<br />
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear<br />
I rise<br />
Bringing the <a class="kLink" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/#" id="KonaLink3" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="undefined"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;">gifts</span></span></a> that my ancestors gave,<br />
I am the <a class="kLink" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/#" id="KonaLink4" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="undefined"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; position: static;">dream</span></span></a> and the hope of the slave.<br />
I rise<br />
I rise<br />
I rise. <br />
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</span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: 20px;"> Maya Angelou </span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-60928674715066545172010-01-20T09:38:00.000-06:002010-01-20T09:38:23.110-06:00A change has come...<div style="text-align: center;"> One year ago today...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdKa9GdTnTAh-ZL40JJCOpHRREOVhyphenhyphenXTwt4tTJgvX6N6J7NYf5qdQYTPip3yQUolmwF3EI4YKQy_TAHqZ8cvdaEG5snAsQPsHO6NDQXaewFUnQxCz8MXIf4TSXYcFo61l1yypuoUIf3U/s1600-h/barack-obama-inauguration-speech.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFdKa9GdTnTAh-ZL40JJCOpHRREOVhyphenhyphenXTwt4tTJgvX6N6J7NYf5qdQYTPip3yQUolmwF3EI4YKQy_TAHqZ8cvdaEG5snAsQPsHO6NDQXaewFUnQxCz8MXIf4TSXYcFo61l1yypuoUIf3U/s320/barack-obama-inauguration-speech.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Barack H. Obama was inaugurated into the office of<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The President of The United States of America!!<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was one of the proudest moments of my life.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I come from a long generation of people who believe in education and hard work.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Those same people were never really afforded the same opportunities as many others because they are<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">African-American.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That is reality.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Growing up, we were told that you can be anything that you want to be... to a degree.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Doctor and teacher those things you can achieve...but no one ever mentioned President.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Up until last year it was just a glimmer in my community's eye.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">January 20th, 2009 it became a reality.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My entire family requested off from works for weeks in advance.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had planned a celebration!!!<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Everyone, including my 79 year old mother, had on their Obama shirts.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The grill was lit. <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Champagne and sparkling cider was chilled..<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Quiche was served for breakfast as we planted ourselves in front of the t.v.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We hung on every word, every moment. This is a day that I will tell my grandchildren about. My girls will tell their grandchildren about it as well.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mother said that she never thought that she would live to see this day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But here it was!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I know that many of you do not care for President Obama.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I will not knock you for it.(David lol)</div><div style="text-align: center;">But for me, I am proud. Dr. Martin Luther King said that he had a dream..</div><div style="text-align: center;">I believe that the Lord gave him a vision of what was to come and <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am sooo very blessed to have been a part of it; even if it was from Conroe, Tx.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgronBOCggOP18cZkh-mwQpmu7evkiqngb1ZGKab4wXDthEyq_kHJyoayVvMIh6u06ra4j2f4f8NXKjKoe55ST4xBjNxR8-36GvLJFVnm7XQsxYSwKlp7OsNuVzVsXiZzyqFMmOLSuEGGA/s1600-h/tat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgronBOCggOP18cZkh-mwQpmu7evkiqngb1ZGKab4wXDthEyq_kHJyoayVvMIh6u06ra4j2f4f8NXKjKoe55ST4xBjNxR8-36GvLJFVnm7XQsxYSwKlp7OsNuVzVsXiZzyqFMmOLSuEGGA/s320/tat.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I never wanted to forget this life changing event..</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I have a tattoo to remind me ( in case I get Alzheimer's. Hey it runs in my family)</div><div style="text-align: center;">It says"Change" with the date 1/20/09 written in the stars.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That day, has forever changed what we tell our children.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We went from," Of course you can be a doctor!" to " You can be President !" </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love the way that sounds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib1fvoOXkgzhKQNYX2kg1jXcwpogC4PyTbgQsZnQ7SEyIjW1yZ7RMr_e59Z59V1kiKwHTaCdVVZEaEhT9tvtQe7ZJWhHJzQ3Huwy16OnanfGAIMDexjuoAZ2A6xK4RC-1mZVrDFicgx8U/s1600-h/obama-faith-outreach-na02-wide-horizontal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib1fvoOXkgzhKQNYX2kg1jXcwpogC4PyTbgQsZnQ7SEyIjW1yZ7RMr_e59Z59V1kiKwHTaCdVVZEaEhT9tvtQe7ZJWhHJzQ3Huwy16OnanfGAIMDexjuoAZ2A6xK4RC-1mZVrDFicgx8U/s320/obama-faith-outreach-na02-wide-horizontal.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also come from a family deeply rooted on God. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I have faith in my Lord and faith in our President and <br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I continue to pray for the leaders of this country daily.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My family will have a mini celebration today - and for many years to come.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I never want to forget that day...</div><div style="text-align: center;">the day when,<br />
</div>"The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness." -Barack H. Obama 44th PresidentSix divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-31504754330953601162010-01-18T11:36:00.001-06:002010-01-18T11:38:21.025-06:00I have a dream....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUARGDGgURXUgqR65i5bmAK3eajsLQW3rFp3IqbNb5km6-iQDQHqzBBgkMue_g5jevlBgAP2xoLX_fYCSFXtR63S70E-TW7l-snGrdWkCFHIYCaYuvoDm4VLOEzURzil-iQgEXiA_pdc/s1600-h/080121-mlk-vmed-6awidec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUARGDGgURXUgqR65i5bmAK3eajsLQW3rFp3IqbNb5km6-iQDQHqzBBgkMue_g5jevlBgAP2xoLX_fYCSFXtR63S70E-TW7l-snGrdWkCFHIYCaYuvoDm4VLOEzURzil-iQgEXiA_pdc/s320/080121-mlk-vmed-6awidec.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is the day we celebrate the life and legacyof<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">His non violence movement changed this world forever.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1263834631798"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I have a Dream </span></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I once had to memorize this moving speech. </span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I believe I was 11 years old. When I actually sat down and read it, truly read it, my heart jumped in my chest.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I cannot imagine what segregation was ever like. I am the first in my family to never experience it. However, I have heard the tales that still linger like a rain cloud.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">To not be allowed to simply eat at the same restaurant as others merely because of the color of your skin.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">To be hosed and attacked by dogs because you desire the everyday luxuries that you can only hope to obtain.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">To be thought of as less than a person.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> There are some who would never embrace the dream.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have, in my lifetime, experienced those people.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">At 8, I witnessed the Klan drive by my house.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I will never forget having to sit very quietly as they rode by with their rants.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I will also never forget the image of my mother with her pistol in her lap as they did.</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I still believe in Dr. King's Dream....</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Keep the Dream alive... <br />
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</div>Six divided by two.....http://www.blogger.com/profile/00022092940105050911noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889540365649940099.post-32661137896985515062010-01-14T09:58:00.000-06:002010-01-14T09:58:10.669-06:00For the Dogs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrzxxWCeOP5yMFJFM4vGBRVMUh6xxTGp0ZrWT3Z6d3C__02R8N2XOx-oH4gRzIGC6OT1YyuH3Mm4f702_CtV2sup_pKJ1cs3zkHAJZIWhPtD6iPwfcByNaruF4S7ZPdws5277QerWIbs/s1600-h/FeetUpGirlREX_468x359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrzxxWCeOP5yMFJFM4vGBRVMUh6xxTGp0ZrWT3Z6d3C__02R8N2XOx-oH4gRzIGC6OT1YyuH3Mm4f702_CtV2sup_pKJ1cs3zkHAJZIWhPtD6iPwfcByNaruF4S7ZPdws5277QerWIbs/s320/FeetUpGirlREX_468x359.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A day in my life...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lying around all day. Granted I just knew this was going to be an at home vacation.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">NOPE. Not Really.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I can sympathize with this little fella.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to wait for someone to feed me and to help me "Go".<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This vacation is for the dogs.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am here alone ....<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Any other day of the week this would be grand.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But today, not so much.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frustrated enough to pull my hair out and about to die of cabin fever<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I made my way out of bedroom only to see my living room...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I won't even describe it. Just know that while I have been in my room, my husband and two teenage daughters have had run of the house. Enough said.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's not that bad but it's not that good either.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I sooooo want to clean my house.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am terrified to see my kitchen.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. H has done all of the cooking since Monday.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They say Rome wasn't built in a day<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I know what can happen to a kitchen in one.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My version of clean is soooo not their version of clean.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I like stuff in it's place and everything tidy.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not Florence from the Jefferson's or anything of the sort.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm just neat.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">OH well.... let me hop my way over to the couch and wait for someone to come home and feed me.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I know why Kingston was sooo excited to see me when I came home.<br />
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