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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4751542937012453238</id><published>2011-10-26T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:31:18.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PAR-TAY!!</title><content type='html'>hidey ho neighbors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPQNItmcn1Y/TqdwoduwrQI/AAAAAAAABgs/jLUkLmFYKmo/s1600/DSCN3846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPQNItmcn1Y/TqdwoduwrQI/AAAAAAAABgs/jLUkLmFYKmo/s320/DSCN3846.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;t.willie turned 4 earlier this month. we had to postpone his party to this past saturday. he was very certain from the first mention of his birthday that he wanted a road construction theme. he is ALL boy, so trucks and all things with wheels are everything to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaye and i created an invitation design using one we found on the internet. it features a blonde boy in a hard hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwxIKINqF-I/Tqdg-kmgVnI/AAAAAAAABeU/jGKsdaaG49Y/s1600/DSCN3858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwxIKINqF-I/Tqdg-kmgVnI/AAAAAAAABeU/jGKsdaaG49Y/s320/DSCN3858.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CG2QaiEFXGk/Tqdhx8paY2I/AAAAAAAABec/5JM473z5N4U/s1600/DSCN3859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CG2QaiEFXGk/Tqdhx8paY2I/AAAAAAAABec/5JM473z5N4U/s200/DSCN3859.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaye gave an invite to every kid in t's headstart class and several friends were also invited. kaye, bilbo and i put a lot of time and effort into making it a great day for t.willie. we put up construction caution tape everywhere and made "road work" signs for along the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFC9kiW7WyQ/TqdjwajnwgI/AAAAAAAABek/FNeitFd_Ik0/s1600/DSCN3760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFC9kiW7WyQ/TqdjwajnwgI/AAAAAAAABek/FNeitFd_Ik0/s320/DSCN3760.JPG" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtM7RTaULYw/TqdkEuFgVOI/AAAAAAAABes/-uIyjWOtrLQ/s1600/DSCN3761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtM7RTaULYw/TqdkEuFgVOI/AAAAAAAABes/-uIyjWOtrLQ/s200/DSCN3761.JPG" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;since the party was being held in the back yard, luckily, it turned out to be a gorgeous day. we hung a sign on the fence to show guests where to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrT8GLPzfkQ/Tqdk747LU6I/AAAAAAAABe0/YGnirxPgC4k/s1600/DSCN3762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WrT8GLPzfkQ/Tqdk747LU6I/AAAAAAAABe0/YGnirxPgC4k/s320/DSCN3762.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bilbo brought home several construction cones to rope off buster's large doggie area. it worked great but buster would rather have joined the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOA5mJDo9gU/TqdoFc38J4I/AAAAAAAABe8/sGUQExRegmY/s1600/DSCN3769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cOA5mJDo9gU/TqdoFc38J4I/AAAAAAAABe8/sGUQExRegmY/s200/DSCN3769.JPG" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we set up a table and backdrop that turned out really well. utilizing shepherd hooks to hang the backdrop was a stroke of genius (MY genius)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf77kx0jyF8/TqdvnzAkW7I/AAAAAAAABgc/QX-v4UdmwD8/s1600/DSCN3794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lf77kx0jyF8/TqdvnzAkW7I/AAAAAAAABgc/QX-v4UdmwD8/s400/DSCN3794.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;please make special note of the banner i made from paint chips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vdzuGjdBjE/Tqdo6310CeI/AAAAAAAABfM/thh4b1O74ls/s1600/DSCN3753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--vdzuGjdBjE/Tqdo6310CeI/AAAAAAAABfM/thh4b1O74ls/s320/DSCN3753.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we used white tape to make the tablecloth look like a road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2V3PKo4DMio/Tqdpb9WVrrI/AAAAAAAABfU/DfRwxzslMm8/s1600/DSCN3758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2V3PKo4DMio/Tqdpb9WVrrI/AAAAAAAABfU/DfRwxzslMm8/s200/DSCN3758.JPG" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qQbTk9otA8/TqdprHuEwFI/AAAAAAAABfc/Uns007Kvnrw/s1600/DSCN3765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qQbTk9otA8/TqdprHuEwFI/AAAAAAAABfc/Uns007Kvnrw/s320/DSCN3765.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYi3KL2Lrw/Tqdp0mh5ndI/AAAAAAAABfk/D9DgqEAiYm0/s1600/DSCN3759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OgYi3KL2Lrw/Tqdp0mh5ndI/AAAAAAAABfk/D9DgqEAiYm0/s320/DSCN3759.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every kid got a hard hat with their name on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mkTGYPkhqg/TqdqzxsOUxI/AAAAAAAABf0/3dbNGFKJPAk/s1600/DSCN3778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mkTGYPkhqg/TqdqzxsOUxI/AAAAAAAABf0/3dbNGFKJPAk/s320/DSCN3778.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the party treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my favorite feature was the dump truck cake with crushed oreo "dirt"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYyIZDf2L9s/TqdrvtZOPLI/AAAAAAAABf8/yw6ZM8YF71w/s1600/DSCN3798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYyIZDf2L9s/TqdrvtZOPLI/AAAAAAAABf8/yw6ZM8YF71w/s320/DSCN3798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNsONmuWNWs/TqdsHuyMd4I/AAAAAAAABgE/pge1OJsZSbs/s1600/DSCN3830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNsONmuWNWs/TqdsHuyMd4I/AAAAAAAABgE/pge1OJsZSbs/s320/DSCN3830.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't take credit for it, though, saw it online...!&lt;/div&gt;here is t.w. when everyone was singing "happy birthday". he's so cute! i just love that boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9r88Ar7X0G4/TqdtNFWSkJI/AAAAAAAABgM/-uPX6XAKK_M/s1600/DSCN3796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9r88Ar7X0G4/TqdtNFWSkJI/AAAAAAAABgM/-uPX6XAKK_M/s320/DSCN3796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;although only one kid from school came, we had 9 kids attending. there was a lot of fun going on. the back yard was a flurry of activity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-sXDamtd0k/Tqdx_NgvarI/AAAAAAAABg0/qrp5D2SAGqY/s1600/DSCN3781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-sXDamtd0k/Tqdx_NgvarI/AAAAAAAABg0/qrp5D2SAGqY/s320/DSCN3781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_YrynsVNds/Tqdy2diUQjI/AAAAAAAABg8/zZYmf2E0bNI/s1600/DSCN3810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;grateful that :&lt;br /&gt;1. the weather was perfect&lt;br /&gt;2. children actually came!&lt;br /&gt;3. t.willie was happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4751542937012453238?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4751542937012453238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/par-tay.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6823504689747402120</id><published>2011-08-31T11:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:22:03.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why i plant fennel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butterfliesandmoths.org/species/Papilio-polyxenes"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BSa7QBDhuo/Tl5YqchK1bI/AAAAAAAABeA/kruOfkLE2cc/s320/Papilio_polyxenes2.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hello again! i am finally back here in blogland after a long summer off. i hope you missed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to tell ya about my very small herb garden, it did not do well this summer, as we have been in a drought. dry dry dry-that's been our summer. oh, and hot hot HOT!! the gardens and lawns have surely suffered. however, my fennel did survive, and earlier, served the red wasp population in our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXRjpY6F3Zc/Tl6l3vynEuI/AAAAAAAABeQ/uIivoRapF5g/s1600/DSCN3567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXRjpY6F3Zc/Tl6l3vynEuI/AAAAAAAABeQ/uIivoRapF5g/s320/DSCN3567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLPbxj7EFRY/Tl5ZqkQLftI/AAAAAAAABeE/ft34yCiU0Jo/s1600/DSCN3567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QLPbxj7EFRY/Tl5ZqkQLftI/AAAAAAAABeE/ft34yCiU0Jo/s320/DSCN3567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;click on images to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but now, the &lt;a href="http://www.butterfliesandmoths.org/species/Papilio-polyxenes"&gt;black swallowtails&lt;/a&gt; have taken over! i just love those green and black caterpillars! they are very cool, not to mention that they turn into beautiful butterflies! this is mainly the reason i planted bronze fennel. it is a beautiful plant but i like that it feeds these pretty creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shP9R3H5WAk/Tl5au41lmiI/AAAAAAAABeI/C1r86bicHp8/s1600/DSCN3570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shP9R3H5WAk/Tl5au41lmiI/AAAAAAAABeI/C1r86bicHp8/s320/DSCN3570.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes, and the wasps are sharing! i hate those creatures! they are aggressive and nasty. they seem to have taken over our yard. just the latest scourge of the hellhole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVzYziD42gs/Tl5c6VjNdvI/AAAAAAAABeM/J6EHotd0LrE/s1600/DSCN3572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVzYziD42gs/Tl5c6VjNdvI/AAAAAAAABeM/J6EHotd0LrE/s320/DSCN3572.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but we also get these guys: &lt;a href="http://baynature.org/articles/web-only-articles/when-garden-spiders-live-large"&gt;orbweaver spiders&lt;/a&gt;. these are good guys, they eat insects. i like that! and they are also pretty and spin the most awesome webs! this one has attached his web to my cherry tomato plant. i hate to bother him when i harvest the tomatoes. but he just moves up the web away from me, and it's cool. we respect each other. just as mother nature intended...but, although i do respect the red wasps, it's for an entirely different reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. for all that i have, and also for what i don't have&lt;br /&gt;2. for interesting creatures in my life- both human and non-human&lt;br /&gt;3. for the approaching fall season...LOVE it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6823504689747402120?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6823504689747402120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-why-i-plant-fennel.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6823504689747402120'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-984427686717791279</id><published>2011-06-25T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T10:22:44.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so lovin' this!!!</title><content type='html'>this is t.willie's new favorite music video...hope you like it too!&lt;br /&gt;(hint: click on the icon to the right of the youtube icon to view in full screen ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="272" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UJKythlXAIY" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-984427686717791279?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/984427686717791279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-lovin-this.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/984427686717791279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/984427686717791279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-lovin-this.html' title='so lovin&apos; this!!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UJKythlXAIY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5031506489973436622</id><published>2011-05-30T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:22:31.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy MAY-MORIAL day!!</title><content type='html'>highlights of the month of may in pictures-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpydMQabeVk/TeRWq6fBzII/AAAAAAAABb4/VpQNfp_1Eac/s1600/DSCN2960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpydMQabeVk/TeRWq6fBzII/AAAAAAAABb4/VpQNfp_1Eac/s320/DSCN2960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t.willie in the back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8Qluqf87TA/TeRXC83ApfI/AAAAAAAABb8/epmAFZl19nc/s1600/DSCN2956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8Qluqf87TA/TeRXC83ApfI/AAAAAAAABb8/epmAFZl19nc/s320/DSCN2956.JPG" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSCKDpBHhLg/TeRXk0XwlTI/AAAAAAAABcA/xlpfrv45c84/s1600/DSCN3001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSCKDpBHhLg/TeRXk0XwlTI/AAAAAAAABcA/xlpfrv45c84/s320/DSCN3001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;t.w's croc stuck fast in the mud from SO.MUCH.RAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCRns5-T2J4/TeRYV307g4I/AAAAAAAABcE/odk9fOI7m7k/s1600/DSCN3015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCRns5-T2J4/TeRYV307g4I/AAAAAAAABcE/odk9fOI7m7k/s320/DSCN3015.JPG" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first sprinkler fun of the season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtDfZRVUW_A/TeRYnBZpmXI/AAAAAAAABcI/Od_stfPBRQw/s1600/DSCN3010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtDfZRVUW_A/TeRYnBZpmXI/AAAAAAAABcI/Od_stfPBRQw/s320/DSCN3010.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSoZW70DlBM/TeRZU738TKI/AAAAAAAABcM/RtvdhN_b2oE/s1600/DSCN3026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSoZW70DlBM/TeRZU738TKI/AAAAAAAABcM/RtvdhN_b2oE/s320/DSCN3026.JPG" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;still more rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRc3rzzq3Aw/TeRaATCyeWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/O_e5F_Hc_FI/s1600/DSCN3033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRc3rzzq3Aw/TeRaATCyeWI/AAAAAAAABcQ/O_e5F_Hc_FI/s320/DSCN3033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q47lFPq0_RU/TeRcG0Cq-0I/AAAAAAAABcU/asPhu2ANdBk/s1600/DSCN3031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q47lFPq0_RU/TeRcG0Cq-0I/AAAAAAAABcU/asPhu2ANdBk/s320/DSCN3031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xPRhYpOsew/TeRcc2KdbOI/AAAAAAAABcY/V8C8SmIpP64/s1600/DSCN3038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3xPRhYpOsew/TeRcc2KdbOI/AAAAAAAABcY/V8C8SmIpP64/s320/DSCN3038.JPG" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;chocolate cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4V7U7tkPeLY/TeRc_rZSlhI/AAAAAAAABcc/386vpq7DD4c/s1600/DSCN3040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4V7U7tkPeLY/TeRc_rZSlhI/AAAAAAAABcc/386vpq7DD4c/s320/DSCN3040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;some unexpected cold weather&lt;br /&gt;and t.w. gets a hold of my camera..."say cheese gammie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wm00IX6I-HU/TeRdn2uD-sI/AAAAAAAABcg/G3xp8M9oOPs/s1600/DSCN3048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wm00IX6I-HU/TeRdn2uD-sI/AAAAAAAABcg/G3xp8M9oOPs/s320/DSCN3048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU9DLQNjmG4/TeReWzMcUhI/AAAAAAAABck/opvvYkmyHj0/s1600/DSCN3061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU9DLQNjmG4/TeReWzMcUhI/AAAAAAAABck/opvvYkmyHj0/s320/DSCN3061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a goofy boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TStexl4IeJc/TeRfGe1mG-I/AAAAAAAABco/G4SaR_Rl43Q/s1600/DSCN3071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TStexl4IeJc/TeRfGe1mG-I/AAAAAAAABco/G4SaR_Rl43Q/s320/DSCN3071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sign at t.willie's preschool (church) ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMhx-WNwseI/TeRfuSj4vwI/AAAAAAAABcs/_ZxGAmQuUx0/s1600/DSCN3073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMhx-WNwseI/TeRfuSj4vwI/AAAAAAAABcs/_ZxGAmQuUx0/s320/DSCN3073.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;elle baking for a bake sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NWraTvT018/TeRgMKpTabI/AAAAAAAABcw/IPe_cZYEdYw/s1600/DSCN3077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7NWraTvT018/TeRgMKpTabI/AAAAAAAABcw/IPe_cZYEdYw/s320/DSCN3077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me baking for the wedding (see last post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFpYrgzNZng/TeRgu9obAKI/AAAAAAAABc0/Rm53qCrt19A/s1600/DSCN3118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFpYrgzNZng/TeRgu9obAKI/AAAAAAAABc0/Rm53qCrt19A/s320/DSCN3118.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mom's pond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfOaVd6lfPc/TeRhFQEQT6I/AAAAAAAABc4/0yAxseq-DeI/s1600/DSCN3119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfOaVd6lfPc/TeRhFQEQT6I/AAAAAAAABc4/0yAxseq-DeI/s320/DSCN3119.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t.w's last day of preschool&lt;br /&gt;and the "forget-me-not" pot we made for his teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLywvVGg7t4/TeRiBhfYtiI/AAAAAAAABc8/eqRSopxKom0/s1600/DSCN3179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLywvVGg7t4/TeRiBhfYtiI/AAAAAAAABc8/eqRSopxKom0/s320/DSCN3179.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucslUyLdH4U/TeRiQJoUxqI/AAAAAAAABdA/zJEhO5HSXRk/s1600/DSCN3164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucslUyLdH4U/TeRiQJoUxqI/AAAAAAAABdA/zJEhO5HSXRk/s320/DSCN3164.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;gettin silly on the porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yBuRHefa3q8/TeRi6uU5aYI/AAAAAAAABdE/3Cjl27Fiz5U/s1600/DSCN3208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yBuRHefa3q8/TeRi6uU5aYI/AAAAAAAABdE/3Cjl27Fiz5U/s320/DSCN3208.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6d4mH4Lwso/TeRjK2KrNrI/AAAAAAAABdI/pg79cIac9sY/s1600/DSCN3210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6d4mH4Lwso/TeRjK2KrNrI/AAAAAAAABdI/pg79cIac9sY/s320/DSCN3210.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zW3PQrIaQ1s/TeRj4aKuZuI/AAAAAAAABdM/Y4uJJXqmdlk/s1600/DSCN3193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zW3PQrIaQ1s/TeRj4aKuZuI/AAAAAAAABdM/Y4uJJXqmdlk/s320/DSCN3193.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this cat loves this boy (and vice versa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u_gSQs8CJ5w/TeRkYqK89hI/AAAAAAAABdQ/1LWZTT5baCQ/s1600/DSCN3213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u_gSQs8CJ5w/TeRkYqK89hI/AAAAAAAABdQ/1LWZTT5baCQ/s320/DSCN3213.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fresh blueberry rum lemonade :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cU93Erdwnm0/TeRlXGgOFwI/AAAAAAAABdU/cAyJhGwEqxk/s1600/DSCN3228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cU93Erdwnm0/TeRlXGgOFwI/AAAAAAAABdU/cAyJhGwEqxk/s320/DSCN3228.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;learning new tricks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp83YHtj28s/TeRlw1T2fII/AAAAAAAABdY/jI647QyOkj0/s1600/DSCN3229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp83YHtj28s/TeRlw1T2fII/AAAAAAAABdY/jI647QyOkj0/s320/DSCN3229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hanging in the "hangnick"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;helping pop mow...sorta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9eDVHXmPC8/TeRm5USSnOI/AAAAAAAABdc/Pr6_vzHllHA/s1600/DSCN3238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9eDVHXmPC8/TeRm5USSnOI/AAAAAAAABdc/Pr6_vzHllHA/s320/DSCN3238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SacSjbdUJ5U/TeRnODzZvLI/AAAAAAAABdg/7ROU3mlKRUY/s1600/DSCN3239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SacSjbdUJ5U/TeRnODzZvLI/AAAAAAAABdg/7ROU3mlKRUY/s320/DSCN3239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NHJK8lm_HKc/TeRnjUpEI1I/AAAAAAAABdk/49ViRBdwDNk/s1600/DSCN3240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NHJK8lm_HKc/TeRnjUpEI1I/AAAAAAAABdk/49ViRBdwDNk/s320/DSCN3240.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;first time in the pool this season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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day!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpydMQabeVk/TeRWq6fBzII/AAAAAAAABb4/VpQNfp_1Eac/s72-c/DSCN2960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3407540488552265382</id><published>2011-05-25T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:05:42.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"bout time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xYeCx3GwJM/Td206092-SI/AAAAAAAABbA/S7WD5xvW608/s1600/thering.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xYeCx3GwJM/Td206092-SI/AAAAAAAABbA/S7WD5xvW608/s400/thering.bmp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hello. my brother, rich, recently got married, in front of the courthouse in town. we had a reception party at my parent's house on saturday, two days later. his new wife, mary, had been his girlfriend for some few years, so it was about time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KKNjl0w18I/Td24qBszeHI/AAAAAAAABbY/MVIGtEIDFkU/s1600/closewed.bmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KKNjl0w18I/Td24qBszeHI/AAAAAAAABbY/MVIGtEIDFkU/s320/closewed.bmp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;saturday was a beautiful, warm (ok, hot) day, perfect for an outside  shindig. my mom made some salads and fixed a cold cut platter. mary made  italian sausages and onions and peppers. and i made fruit skewers and  two kinds of cupcakes- tiramisu and chocolate oreo. we had a pretty good  spread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrJCMr9m1UA/Td214o0c6SI/AAAAAAAABbI/GtXSy1_zA_o/s1600/DSCN3136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DrJCMr9m1UA/Td214o0c6SI/AAAAAAAABbI/GtXSy1_zA_o/s320/DSCN3136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tXYD6GiIp8/Td22n88OtVI/AAAAAAAABbM/TpluR6OLoEg/s1600/DSCN3091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tXYD6GiIp8/Td22n88OtVI/AAAAAAAABbM/TpluR6OLoEg/s320/DSCN3091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsgS1MZve_k/Td24WsaBWvI/AAAAAAAABbU/QOavKEsMpN4/s1600/DSCN3097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsgS1MZve_k/Td24WsaBWvI/AAAAAAAABbU/QOavKEsMpN4/s320/DSCN3097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lqg04hcK_uU/Td233YpVydI/AAAAAAAABbQ/PhrotgPuFWw/s1600/DSCN3096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lqg04hcK_uU/Td233YpVydI/AAAAAAAABbQ/PhrotgPuFWw/s320/DSCN3096.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efTl8RtkdbY/Td25T4_TtuI/AAAAAAAABbc/K-D_QEHCrjM/s1600/DSCN3138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efTl8RtkdbY/Td25T4_TtuI/AAAAAAAABbc/K-D_QEHCrjM/s320/DSCN3138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the party was attended by about 23 close family members...close, as in here in tennessee!&amp;nbsp; we had set up three small tables on mom's porch as well as the big picnic table and another table on the deck. mom had asked me to come up with some simple decorations, as she knows i like to do crafty things. i made three doily garlands and a (coffee filter) flower garland. for the dessert table, i brought my two cupcake towers and made a cake banner. i also shirred natural colored paper streamers with my sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egYachiPTAs/Td2-uqz8dSI/AAAAAAAABbs/UKLDuzcXfkc/s1600/DSCN3121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egYachiPTAs/Td2-uqz8dSI/AAAAAAAABbs/UKLDuzcXfkc/s320/DSCN3121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMGCbLpO6_Q/Td28XfXSuFI/AAAAAAAABbg/JSfQq5AzzzA/s1600/DSCN3103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IMGCbLpO6_Q/Td28XfXSuFI/AAAAAAAABbg/JSfQq5AzzzA/s320/DSCN3103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvNP0HfO4DM/Td3AZ7BWKlI/AAAAAAAABbw/Kd2kuYDpEjI/s1600/DSCN3101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HvNP0HfO4DM/Td3AZ7BWKlI/AAAAAAAABbw/Kd2kuYDpEjI/s320/DSCN3101.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLaGMzKHwno/Td3BIldrwzI/AAAAAAAABb0/adByofsh33g/s1600/DSCN3140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLaGMzKHwno/Td3BIldrwzI/AAAAAAAABb0/adByofsh33g/s320/DSCN3140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;it was a very nice occasion and i wish the newly weds the best of everything. welcome to our crazy family, mary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3407540488552265382?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3407540488552265382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/bout-time.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3407540488552265382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3407540488552265382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/bout-time.html' title='&quot;bout time!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xYeCx3GwJM/Td206092-SI/AAAAAAAABbA/S7WD5xvW608/s72-c/thering.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5525092227121620488</id><published>2011-05-18T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:20:41.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>not a laughing matter ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kM9fGmszgng/TdR9q6IepLI/AAAAAAAABa4/3ZHyMe4DX8I/s1600/DSCN2986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kM9fGmszgng/TdR9q6IepLI/AAAAAAAABa4/3ZHyMe4DX8I/s320/DSCN2986.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t.w.'s preschool held their end-of-year program. he sat and yawned through most of it, while the other children stood and sang and did all the hand motions. later, on the way home, we realized he had been getting sick. i apologize for the quality of these pics, bad lighting and zoom lens is to blame. enjoy anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPxSAYSaReQ/TdR4-wKNzpI/AAAAAAAABag/N1cnOvwrpAk/s1600/DSCN2970-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPxSAYSaReQ/TdR4-wKNzpI/AAAAAAAABag/N1cnOvwrpAk/s320/DSCN2970-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here he is...still standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kzuhzass5w/TdR6zekz-MI/AAAAAAAABas/c2jUFBfnBtI/s1600/lazy-boy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kzuhzass5w/TdR6zekz-MI/AAAAAAAABas/c2jUFBfnBtI/s320/lazy-boy.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, he's down and doing some open-close leg action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyQsKBm8RAg/TdR7cDruPeI/AAAAAAAABaw/uOF1nDBCQ5g/s1600/summersault.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyQsKBm8RAg/TdR7cDruPeI/AAAAAAAABaw/uOF1nDBCQ5g/s320/summersault.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about to try a somersault here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xsi0OaTEoA/TdR5UJKcOvI/AAAAAAAABak/l8ufrkpY18I/s1600/DSCN2979-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Xsi0OaTEoA/TdR5UJKcOvI/AAAAAAAABak/l8ufrkpY18I/s320/DSCN2979-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it looks like blake is about to go also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6NuFFgTbx4/TdR52o6DhnI/AAAAAAAABao/psYkfdYCIn8/s1600/DSCN2981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6NuFFgTbx4/TdR52o6DhnI/AAAAAAAABao/psYkfdYCIn8/s320/DSCN2981.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yup, there he goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jdrHHopqAY/TdR7-7dZqZI/AAAAAAAABa0/vIMlOG3aWY8/s1600/DSCN2985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jdrHHopqAY/TdR7-7dZqZI/AAAAAAAABa0/vIMlOG3aWY8/s320/DSCN2985.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and finally, receiving his faux diploma from his teacher-the courageous and valiant miss fannie. (get that kid off the stage!) seriously, the other parents(and teachers) may have thought he was a distraction, but we thought it was pretty funny! wish we had a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;grateful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. fresh cut grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. honeysuckle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. freshly washed little boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5525092227121620488?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5525092227121620488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-laughing-matter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5525092227121620488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5525092227121620488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-laughing-matter.html' title='not a laughing matter ?'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kM9fGmszgng/TdR9q6IepLI/AAAAAAAABa4/3ZHyMe4DX8I/s72-c/DSCN2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3468629983809436872</id><published>2011-05-11T14:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:02:15.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mum's the word...sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is t.willie's new favorite music video...enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mumford &amp;amp; sons- the cave&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="272" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3KkUeRPjc-Y" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;grateful today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. for french toast for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. less aches &amp;amp; pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. t.w. taking a nap-YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3468629983809436872?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3468629983809436872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/mums-wordsort-of.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3468629983809436872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3468629983809436872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/mums-wordsort-of.html' title='mum&apos;s the word...sort of'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3KkUeRPjc-Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6879205904160084430</id><published>2011-05-05T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:19:16.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>views from the car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ff3HNWp86SI/TcNl8_d-YHI/AAAAAAAABaM/FyeeN2iytgg/s1600/DSCN2828.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ff3HNWp86SI/TcNl8_d-YHI/AAAAAAAABaM/FyeeN2iytgg/s320/DSCN2828.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...moving FAST!&lt;br /&gt;one day, a week or so ago, bilbo and i were out driving, since it was such a gorgeous day. i had my camera with me and just started taking random pictures from the window of the car. bilbo would just shake his head at the strangeness that is me, but i was really impressed at how well my camera focused from a moving car. i just kept taking pictures, not even knowing what would end up in them. when we got home and i uploaded them, i was very happy with the outcome. maybe you will be also. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;click on any image to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0U4-8aHJFzA/TcNk1KMs5pI/AAAAAAAABaI/qM0tvCfHy24/s1600/DSCN2797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0U4-8aHJFzA/TcNk1KMs5pI/AAAAAAAABaI/qM0tvCfHy24/s320/DSCN2797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gU6fGFRPMNU/TcNm2H1iKyI/AAAAAAAABac/kyKS8tb4uvI/s1600/DSCN2823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gU6fGFRPMNU/TcNm2H1iKyI/AAAAAAAABac/kyKS8tb4uvI/s320/DSCN2823.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh yeah, this is where we live. all these shots were taken within twelve miles of our house! jealous, aren't ya?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6879205904160084430?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6879205904160084430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/views-from-car.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6879205904160084430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6879205904160084430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/05/views-from-car.html' title='views from the car...'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ff3HNWp86SI/TcNl8_d-YHI/AAAAAAAABaM/FyeeN2iytgg/s72-c/DSCN2828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6021130030515426736</id><published>2011-04-26T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:28:47.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the stuff of spring</title><content type='html'>besides the beautiful transformation of our countryside, spring has brought us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a new swing set for t.willie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ4xbxAI818/TbcXzzckoQI/AAAAAAAABYM/b5NJUsDZCAk/s1600/DSCN2867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ4xbxAI818/TbcXzzckoQI/AAAAAAAABYM/b5NJUsDZCAk/s400/DSCN2867.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fv9iuYE57kU/TbccFd2mzLI/AAAAAAAABYo/1b5uthocSCs/s1600/DSCN2868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fv9iuYE57kU/TbccFd2mzLI/AAAAAAAABYo/1b5uthocSCs/s320/DSCN2868.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDXEJ2alggc/TbcccPwf-1I/AAAAAAAABYs/NC5iU96ySl0/s1600/DSCN2882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDXEJ2alggc/TbcccPwf-1I/AAAAAAAABYs/NC5iU96ySl0/s320/DSCN2882.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;a BIG thank you to all of you who contributed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*easter and its goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRncFDFG5Nc/TbcZX9cQanI/AAAAAAAABYY/hYcfD9S8-Cg/s1600/DSCN2860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRncFDFG5Nc/TbcZX9cQanI/AAAAAAAABYY/hYcfD9S8-Cg/s320/DSCN2860.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Re_tssWNLQ/TbcZpAOKFYI/AAAAAAAABYc/qg4hcFikG_Y/s1600/DSCN2861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Re_tssWNLQ/TbcZpAOKFYI/AAAAAAAABYc/qg4hcFikG_Y/s320/DSCN2861.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it would seem the easter bunny knows just what t.w. likes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5xjbaGLnKE/TbcYPLog53I/AAAAAAAABYQ/GByH9nljX7w/s1600/DSCN2849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5xjbaGLnKE/TbcYPLog53I/AAAAAAAABYQ/GByH9nljX7w/s200/DSCN2849.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DAr834WDlU/TbcYrV5xuLI/AAAAAAAABYU/p0Kfu19SJ7g/s1600/DSCN2852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DAr834WDlU/TbcYrV5xuLI/AAAAAAAABYU/p0Kfu19SJ7g/s200/DSCN2852.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;these are very addictive!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;my experiment with cake balls...YUM!&lt;br /&gt;made these for t.w's class party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a new hammock for the back yard- t.willie calls it a" hangnick"&lt;br /&gt;love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5vRYq-oZzo/TbcanihyKkI/AAAAAAAABYg/nYPkPepbb6I/s1600/DSCN2925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5vRYq-oZzo/TbcanihyKkI/AAAAAAAABYg/nYPkPepbb6I/s400/DSCN2925.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*new friends for t.w. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hab9Ukw8sGU/TbcbMq8nedI/AAAAAAAABYk/mYwvM6yzsM4/s1600/DSCN2892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hab9Ukw8sGU/TbcbMq8nedI/AAAAAAAABYk/mYwvM6yzsM4/s320/DSCN2892.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXBq8Vkf54/TbccxMkPdRI/AAAAAAAABYw/Fm3nsh6pJ2k/s1600/DSCN2874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXBq8Vkf54/TbccxMkPdRI/AAAAAAAABYw/Fm3nsh6pJ2k/s320/DSCN2874.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*for all of the above!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6021130030515426736?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6021130030515426736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/stuff-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6021130030515426736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6021130030515426736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/stuff-of-spring.html' title='the stuff of spring'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ4xbxAI818/TbcXzzckoQI/AAAAAAAABYM/b5NJUsDZCAk/s72-c/DSCN2867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-1840637088916948087</id><published>2011-04-18T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:44:58.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cussing'/><title type='text'>oh BLOODY HELL!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jt9XchVF6pw/TazluO_bg7I/AAAAAAAABX0/3PV1jTkHrrw/s1600/monkeys.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jt9XchVF6pw/TazluO_bg7I/AAAAAAAABX0/3PV1jTkHrrw/s320/monkeys.bmp" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;image courtesy of &lt;a href="http://speedbump.com/"&gt;speedbump.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;why why WHY do i DO these things????????? i mean, isn't life tough enough without the universe messing with us? here's what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one day last week, i decided to break down and do some cleaning. i know, i know, you're thinking "hey, that's not like her. is it a full moon? is the world coming to an end? will life as we know it, fail to exist??" well, i blame the old "spring cleaning" mentality. it's our mothers and grandmothers who are to blame. i mean, they know not what they have done! we feel the pressure this time of year to do CRAZY things like clean cobwebs and dust ceiling fan blades and stuff. it's just not right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there i was washing up a few dishes at the kitchen sink and i thought "hey, maybe i should wipe down the stove a bit. that thick layer of crud just might come off with a little elbow grease!" so i dipped the cloth in some hot ammonia water and commenced to scrubbing. the cook top was looking good, even the back of the stove was free of greasy gunk. so i stretched down over the oven door surface and was wiping away at that when i heard this "SNAP" sound and there i was, holding the door handle in my hand. &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; the door handle, like, with NO door attached! apparently, as i reached farther down the oven surface, i grabbed onto the door handle for support. BIG mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man!!!! it just serves me right for thinking that cleaning was a good idea!! i am sorry to tell ya, that, at that precise moment, there was such a string of bad words issuing forth from my pie hole, it woulda made a sailor blush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--iY8v89yX8E/Tazn1uSgzxI/AAAAAAAABYE/4NMe74T9vi4/s1600/Swear-box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--iY8v89yX8E/Tazn1uSgzxI/AAAAAAAABYE/4NMe74T9vi4/s200/Swear-box.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know, you are thinking "yes, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; sounds like her!" so, my day thus far had not been going well and now i broke my stove. broke it REAL good. so i did what i always do when life hands me a crap muffin, i went and cried on my bed. but only for maybe five minutes. then i put my big girl panties on and went back out to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. and maybe there was some feeling-sorry-for-myself mumbling going on and maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when bilbo came home, i showed him the stove. he immediately looked around for t.willie, as if to yell at him for what he'd done. it was at that moment that i thought "YES! i can blame it on t.w!!!"&amp;nbsp; but i didn't, i fessed up. bilbo went right onto the internet and found the part he needed to replace the part that the handle attached to. YAY!! and it was fairly cheap too! cheaper anyway, than a new stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5bbtAE6QeWY/Tazmd9DPR2I/AAAAAAAABX4/w2dXofOW-YA/s1600/DSCN2844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5bbtAE6QeWY/Tazmd9DPR2I/AAAAAAAABX4/w2dXofOW-YA/s320/DSCN2844.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;notice anything missing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8ZhVcb7T8I/TaznCerYvKI/AAAAAAAABX8/FSYCT1M6-Z4/s1600/DSCN2838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C8ZhVcb7T8I/TaznCerYvKI/AAAAAAAABX8/FSYCT1M6-Z4/s320/DSCN2838.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;impressive, i know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-kHu9AHeEY/TaznVNDt5EI/AAAAAAAABYA/3-4CMK66D6w/s1600/DSCN2840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-kHu9AHeEY/TaznVNDt5EI/AAAAAAAABYA/3-4CMK66D6w/s320/DSCN2840.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;B is for broken stove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so the moral of this story, my friends, is: don't go crazy and clean.&lt;br /&gt;no good can come from it.&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. my hubby&lt;br /&gt;2. the internet&lt;br /&gt;3. cheap replacement parts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-1840637088916948087?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1840637088916948087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-bloody-hell.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1840637088916948087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1840637088916948087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-bloody-hell.html' title='oh BLOODY HELL!!!!!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jt9XchVF6pw/TazluO_bg7I/AAAAAAAABX0/3PV1jTkHrrw/s72-c/monkeys.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-257716266309942042</id><published>2011-04-13T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T17:27:47.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring has sprung in middle tennessee!</title><content type='html'>ah spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnt6oIrWr4k/TaYcFxC_oBI/AAAAAAAABXQ/H0FMBlR9Lrs/s1600/DSCN2651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnt6oIrWr4k/TaYcFxC_oBI/AAAAAAAABXQ/H0FMBlR9Lrs/s320/DSCN2651.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t.willie loves dandelions. he likes them when they're yellow. he likes them when they're gray and fuzzy. he often brings me bouquets of them. the yellow ones are nice, the gray- not so much! and, apparently, he likes rubbing them on his face. he said he was smelling them, but with his mouth?? don't ask me....he's weird but we like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n7O6S_kxUtM/TaYbo3fjl8I/AAAAAAAABXM/xIirhug3Lw0/s1600/DSCN2650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n7O6S_kxUtM/TaYbo3fjl8I/AAAAAAAABXM/xIirhug3Lw0/s320/DSCN2650.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather has been mostly beautiful here in the last few weeks. our  daffodils bloomed in late february, now we have redbud and dogwood and  tulips- oh my!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uv-tcSMJRgA/TaYerPtYlII/AAAAAAAABXU/mgkGN-ZAy6A/s1600/DSCN2665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uv-tcSMJRgA/TaYerPtYlII/AAAAAAAABXU/mgkGN-ZAy6A/s320/DSCN2665.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;my parents live more out in the country than we do. it's beautiful in their valley. here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dahaKJQp7A/TaYgEva7CQI/AAAAAAAABXY/-53jzZ5B47I/s1600/DSCN2670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dahaKJQp7A/TaYgEva7CQI/AAAAAAAABXY/-53jzZ5B47I/s320/DSCN2670.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkiSoaa8m9I/TaYgYWgI5aI/AAAAAAAABXc/g60eE43r5Uw/s1600/DSCN2671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkiSoaa8m9I/TaYgYWgI5aI/AAAAAAAABXc/g60eE43r5Uw/s320/DSCN2671.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn9ghJRuKR0/TaYgt8zq1LI/AAAAAAAABXg/x95eFAtoSEA/s1600/DSCN2673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn9ghJRuKR0/TaYgt8zq1LI/AAAAAAAABXg/x95eFAtoSEA/s320/DSCN2673.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhAA7FJV--g/TaYhC0Qx2fI/AAAAAAAABXk/9rUfDht803Y/s1600/DSCN2674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhAA7FJV--g/TaYhC0Qx2fI/AAAAAAAABXk/9rUfDht803Y/s320/DSCN2674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eiySCBSvJtk/TaYhh-La9mI/AAAAAAAABXo/jew99hxQ0W8/s1600/DSCN2679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eiySCBSvJtk/TaYhh-La9mI/AAAAAAAABXo/jew99hxQ0W8/s320/DSCN2679.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKSOWV0eAPA/TaYh0WUwAYI/AAAAAAAABXs/lgy4fsm4uAs/s1600/DSCN2682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKSOWV0eAPA/TaYh0WUwAYI/AAAAAAAABXs/lgy4fsm4uAs/s320/DSCN2682.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8ZxnxsPiN4/TaYiIoZGphI/AAAAAAAABXw/oncT8zx6pd4/s1600/DSCN2687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8ZxnxsPiN4/TaYiIoZGphI/AAAAAAAABXw/oncT8zx6pd4/s320/DSCN2687.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is definately THE BEST time of year  to visit tennessee. it's gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;so if any of you are planning a  visit, come in the spring! ya'll come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today for:&lt;br /&gt;1. the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;2. the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;3. dandelion bouquets brought by little blonde boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-257716266309942042?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/257716266309942042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-has-sprung-in-middle-tennessee.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/257716266309942042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/257716266309942042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-has-sprung-in-middle-tennessee.html' title='spring has sprung in middle tennessee!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnt6oIrWr4k/TaYcFxC_oBI/AAAAAAAABXQ/H0FMBlR9Lrs/s72-c/DSCN2651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6221768700891899958</id><published>2011-04-03T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:02:55.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the world's BIGGEST tree house...</title><content type='html'>...and we were there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5r2NMxbAgY/TZi6YVCtcnI/AAAAAAAABWQ/E23Ef0W2Jh4/s1600/DSCN2580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5r2NMxbAgY/TZi6YVCtcnI/AAAAAAAABWQ/E23Ef0W2Jh4/s400/DSCN2580.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i don't know what you did yesterday, but it could not have been as cool/fun/awesome as what &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; did. kaye, t.willie, bilbo and i went to crossville, about 35 miles away, to check out an amazing tree house someone had told bilbo about. we were not disappointed, it was really spectacular!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsL5zXRC3u0/TZjO7Jf-PDI/AAAAAAAABW4/2MqZtraCbjI/s1600/DSCN2611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsL5zXRC3u0/TZjO7Jf-PDI/AAAAAAAABW4/2MqZtraCbjI/s320/DSCN2611.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iC9U17uTi8k/TZjPTLJX8tI/AAAAAAAABW8/yLmqR83R3Yo/s1600/DSCN2617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iC9U17uTi8k/TZjPTLJX8tI/AAAAAAAABW8/yLmqR83R3Yo/s320/DSCN2617.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a swinging lawn chair down the center outside of the house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya8lDbYNiO0/TZjQCnKnm9I/AAAAAAAABXA/A9kbPfbqUDk/s1600/DSCN2620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ya8lDbYNiO0/TZjQCnKnm9I/AAAAAAAABXA/A9kbPfbqUDk/s320/DSCN2620.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Eci0jqHLMY/TZjQiHosR4I/AAAAAAAABXE/xCSGETkQrWc/s1600/DSCN2626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Eci0jqHLMY/TZjQiHosR4I/AAAAAAAABXE/xCSGETkQrWc/s320/DSCN2626.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYpvMk5Y1S0/TZjFhiJeR4I/AAAAAAAABWU/YZEEQejjxo0/s1600/DSCN2586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYpvMk5Y1S0/TZjFhiJeR4I/AAAAAAAABWU/YZEEQejjxo0/s320/DSCN2586.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJmOyPkxrlI/TZjG0NjuGoI/AAAAAAAABWY/HGvxeO0RUnU/s1600/DSCN2590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJmOyPkxrlI/TZjG0NjuGoI/AAAAAAAABWY/HGvxeO0RUnU/s320/DSCN2590.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CL1xnm4jNZQ/TZjHJM9GsnI/AAAAAAAABWc/8MjLyNmH02w/s1600/DSCN2593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CL1xnm4jNZQ/TZjHJM9GsnI/AAAAAAAABWc/8MjLyNmH02w/s320/DSCN2593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e37BfvRZoPs/TZjHtJzUINI/AAAAAAAABWg/Z5A4ygIZzjs/s1600/DSCN2603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e37BfvRZoPs/TZjHtJzUINI/AAAAAAAABWg/Z5A4ygIZzjs/s320/DSCN2603.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;it was a gorgeous day for such an adventure and many folks had come out to see the tree house. there is no sign announcing it, folks find it by word-of-mouth, just as we did.&amp;nbsp; it took us maybe an hour and a half to fully climb, explore and goggle at the structure. t.w. had such a great time, although he made kaye and i very anxious. there were some spots with holes in the floor, that i could imagine him slipping through and also, just being so high up with only a railing protecting us was a little nerve-wracking! the way the tree house is constructed- very slap-dash, is so cool.just thinking about the sheer number of single pieces of wood used is mind-boggling! some rooms have furniture, some have a staircase, some don't. the place is like a maze, with more than one way to go from room to room or floor to floor. some staircases have short steps, some have higher ones that really gave my short, lazy legs a workout! there is graffiti everywhere- some more artwork, than ugly.there is an altar room in the center that is pretty neat. it would be awesome to return in a month or so to see the place wearing its new green leaves. all in all, it was a great and unusual experience. if you live in the area, you MUST go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mh0W1kLVvjw/TZjIJ_iOF0I/AAAAAAAABWk/XV9NaxXeris/s1600/DSCN2597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mh0W1kLVvjw/TZjIJ_iOF0I/AAAAAAAABWk/XV9NaxXeris/s320/DSCN2597.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xDtVpbKQb8/TZjKAqL0pEI/AAAAAAAABWo/edSqfqKrU1M/s1600/DSCN2604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xDtVpbKQb8/TZjKAqL0pEI/AAAAAAAABWo/edSqfqKrU1M/s320/DSCN2604.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTCwK3NU3jA/TZjM1uuCyJI/AAAAAAAABWw/LT1kVILulm8/s1600/DSCN2607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTCwK3NU3jA/TZjM1uuCyJI/AAAAAAAABWw/LT1kVILulm8/s320/DSCN2607.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is kaye and t.w. looking out the top window. above is a chime tower with ten oxygen tanks clanging away in the breeze! the view from there is of a field with "jesus" spelled out in flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iV9tbzjSX2U/TZjORe6EtYI/AAAAAAAABW0/jtNv5y6HclE/s1600/DSCN2606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iV9tbzjSX2U/TZjORe6EtYI/AAAAAAAABW0/jtNv5y6HclE/s320/DSCN2606.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esOFuizU26k/TZjKjt8LmrI/AAAAAAAABWs/Pwjf71hQ7WM/s1600/DSCN2585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esOFuizU26k/TZjKjt8LmrI/AAAAAAAABWs/Pwjf71hQ7WM/s320/DSCN2585.JPG" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the builder, horace burgess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;a local man, horace burgess, had built it after having a vision many years ago. for the whole story, follow &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/religion/2007-07-29-treehouse-church_N.htm"&gt;this link.&lt;/a&gt; for many more pictures,&lt;a href="http://funster.us/2009/10/worlds-largest-treehouse-near-crossville/"&gt; go here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for the beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;2. for one man's ingenuity that so many can enjoy&lt;br /&gt;3. for a day spent with family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6221768700891899958?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6221768700891899958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/worlds-biggest-tree-house.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6221768700891899958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6221768700891899958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/04/worlds-biggest-tree-house.html' title='the world&apos;s BIGGEST tree house...'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5r2NMxbAgY/TZi6YVCtcnI/AAAAAAAABWQ/E23Ef0W2Jh4/s72-c/DSCN2580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-9163562879676298519</id><published>2011-03-31T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:29:50.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fine! maybe you'll like this better...</title><content type='html'>too cute, not to share! twin baby boys have a conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_JmA2ClUvUY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-9163562879676298519?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9163562879676298519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/fine-maybe-youll-like-this-better.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/9163562879676298519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/9163562879676298519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/fine-maybe-youll-like-this-better.html' title='fine! maybe you&apos;ll like this better...'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_JmA2ClUvUY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6675554617599122830</id><published>2011-03-29T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:42:43.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>phlegm, you are no friend of mine!</title><content type='html'>how did&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt; title reach out and grab ya??!! you may have noticed i have not posted in several days, well, i have been siiiiiick! t.w. had gotten a cold and shared it with me (see, he has learned to share!). it turned into a sinus infection and as, you may have guessed, phlegm has been my constant companion! when i was thinking about my hoarse, croaky voice, it reminded me of that episode of "friends" where phoebe had a cold and thought her phlegm-riddled voice sounded sexy. so, here are some clips from that episode. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/INQX2E3Nrbs" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. that it's just a sinus infection and not something worse&lt;br /&gt;2. that the recent tornado that touched down a couple miles from our house, missed our house!&lt;br /&gt;3. that ants are the worse problem at the hellhole right now, considering the whole japan mess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6675554617599122830?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6675554617599122830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/phlegm-you-are-no-friend-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6675554617599122830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6675554617599122830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/phlegm-you-are-no-friend-of-mine.html' title='phlegm, you are no friend of mine!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/INQX2E3Nrbs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-7637788186182272658</id><published>2011-03-19T15:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:21:55.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>twenty-eight years and many of them happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HhU_7RJVSYE/TYUKYmeeqpI/AAAAAAAABWM/sRfzRThONXI/s1600/DSCN2573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HhU_7RJVSYE/TYUKYmeeqpI/AAAAAAAABWM/sRfzRThONXI/s320/DSCN2573.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;image circa 1981&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is that picture?! we don't still look like that. but yesterday, march 18th, marked the date of our 28th anniversary. wedding anniversary, that is. bilbo and i. together for 28 years. and if you add the three years we were together before we got hitched, well, that's a looooong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still love the dude and, amazingly, he still loves me! we celebrated by dining out at &lt;i&gt;olive garden&lt;/i&gt;, or as i like to call it- "the garden of eatin' ". oh it was soooo good! here was our menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were served a glass of reisling&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sZionhlOvjA/TYUFGQ87rwI/AAAAAAAABV0/NrALYHlu430/s1600/white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sZionhlOvjA/TYUFGQ87rwI/AAAAAAAABV0/NrALYHlu430/s200/white.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then the stuffed mushrooms came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UqG8YSmboL4/TYUFbLPEbEI/AAAAAAAABV4/KuFUryOU6GM/s1600/stuffed_mushrooms_3128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UqG8YSmboL4/TYUFbLPEbEI/AAAAAAAABV4/KuFUryOU6GM/s200/stuffed_mushrooms_3128.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then salad and bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7u9t8ePnVMk/TYUF3mMaSeI/AAAAAAAABV8/3oPkVtxJyVQ/s1600/garden_salad_3133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7u9t8ePnVMk/TYUF3mMaSeI/AAAAAAAABV8/3oPkVtxJyVQ/s200/garden_salad_3133.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then our entrees were served- seafood portofino for my honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w2zQtq6xqWo/TYUGMhpg0ZI/AAAAAAAABWA/Oge00ujDUb8/s1600/seafood_portofino_4608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w2zQtq6xqWo/TYUGMhpg0ZI/AAAAAAAABWA/Oge00ujDUb8/s200/seafood_portofino_4608.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and ravioli de portobello for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TR0IpAg0KuM/TYUGq43w-XI/AAAAAAAABWE/j6NHsLsJqKI/s1600/ravioli_portobello_5420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TR0IpAg0KuM/TYUGq43w-XI/AAAAAAAABWE/j6NHsLsJqKI/s200/ravioli_portobello_5420.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;OH, it was so good!!!! we were very full at this point, even though we had both managed to save half of our entrees for lunch today. we wanted something sweet (and who wouldn't?!), so we decided on coffee and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gvo_idXLBmg/TYUHTj4drJI/AAAAAAAABWI/zHO0qyExkEE/s1600/dessert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gvo_idXLBmg/TYUHTj4drJI/AAAAAAAABWI/zHO0qyExkEE/s200/dessert.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;well, actually, you get three of these, your choice. they were quite yummy too. so we rolled home and undid our pants and agreed that was a great way to celebrate ALL our many years together. let's hope there are many more, cuz i can't wait for all &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; dinners!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. my ole hubby&lt;br /&gt;2. good health&lt;br /&gt;3. many reasons to be happy&lt;br /&gt;* all food images, except for the wine glass, courtesy of olive garden restaurant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gvo_idXLBmg/TYUHTj4drJI/AAAAAAAABWI/zHO0qyExkEE/s1600/dessert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-7637788186182272658?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7637788186182272658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/twenty-eight-years-and-many-of-them.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7637788186182272658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7637788186182272658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/twenty-eight-years-and-many-of-them.html' title='twenty-eight years and many of them happy!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HhU_7RJVSYE/TYUKYmeeqpI/AAAAAAAABWM/sRfzRThONXI/s72-c/DSCN2573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-270872997153772947</id><published>2011-03-14T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:45:04.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good laughternoon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OUIOVcxTZVM/TX6Ld6K52sI/AAAAAAAABVo/9QyjaKCUYgo/s1600/DSCN2546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OUIOVcxTZVM/TX6Ld6K52sI/AAAAAAAABVo/9QyjaKCUYgo/s320/DSCN2546.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;time for some funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as you might know, i am &lt;strike&gt;stuck with&lt;/strike&gt; lucky enough to have my 3 yr old grandson living with me. he had been a perfect dream child up until he turned three. since then, he hath turneth rotten!! stubborn and strong-willed, he is a real trial for my hubby and i. however, the one saving grace he has (besides being adorable) is that he is very funny. here are some examples...enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zofsuwdpIpc/TX6LvdttdaI/AAAAAAAABVs/ldiOJ8wpAwQ/s1600/DSCN2555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zofsuwdpIpc/TX6LvdttdaI/AAAAAAAABVs/ldiOJ8wpAwQ/s320/DSCN2555.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;looking up at the ceiling fan turning- "that's 'mazing!! how it do that? how it get up there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- "wanna share some cake with me?"&lt;br /&gt;him- yes! good idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yelled at him for crawling around on the floor and messing up piles(of books and junk). he said " i'm just trying to make myself comfortable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was driving him to preschool i said "have fun at school, okay?" he answered "um...no thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching him put his sneakers on by himself one morning and he told me "don't you keep yer eye on me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- "do you have to go potty again?"&lt;br /&gt;him- with a big sigh he said "i suppose so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fixed him a quesadilla for lunch one day. he sat there messing around and not eating. i told him he needed to eat so he could grow big and strong. he picked at it for a few minutes then finally told me "i'm not gonna eat my deesa quea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fGl04GfABiw/TX6MCXNkHsI/AAAAAAAABVw/91Zkf2G50zA/s1600/DSCN2556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fGl04GfABiw/TX6MCXNkHsI/AAAAAAAABVw/91Zkf2G50zA/s320/DSCN2556.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and finally-&lt;br /&gt;yesterday while he was coloring with his crayons, he took one and made a blue streak across the carpet. he boldly told me what he'd done, because he was being a stinker and trying to get my attention. i yelled at him, smacked him and took his crayons away. he was crying and carrying on and sobbed &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;" but gammie, crayons are really fascinating!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. that 3 yr olds turn four&lt;br /&gt;2. that oxi clean gets crayon out of carpet&lt;br /&gt;3. that it's almost corned beef day! (aka st. patrick's day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-270872997153772947?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/270872997153772947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-laughternoon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/270872997153772947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/270872997153772947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-laughternoon.html' title='good laughternoon!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OUIOVcxTZVM/TX6Ld6K52sI/AAAAAAAABVo/9QyjaKCUYgo/s72-c/DSCN2546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-1457002479716271948</id><published>2011-03-11T20:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:59:06.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>but seriously, folks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://operationlayla.org/?page_id=29"&gt;OPERATION LAYLA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://operationlayla.org/?page_id=29"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QnW9YXXnEUE/TXrehewh0zI/AAAAAAAABVk/MbCDYfAuKrM/s320/laylawedding1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've just learned about this beautiful woman's predicament. this photo was taken on layla's wedding day, in happier times. since then, she has been inundated with health issues and is in need of some medical procedures to assess her current condition. but without insurance, she will not get the medical attention she needs. i do not know her, but how awful to have to live with such pain and see no hope in sight. this website, Operation Layla, is a place where other bloggers and blog readers can donate money to help. please consider helping if you can. thanks...joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;click on title or image to go to the website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-1457002479716271948?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1457002479716271948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-seriously-folks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1457002479716271948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1457002479716271948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-seriously-folks.html' title='but seriously, folks...'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QnW9YXXnEUE/TXrehewh0zI/AAAAAAAABVk/MbCDYfAuKrM/s72-c/laylawedding1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-523995217731193752</id><published>2011-03-08T21:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:06:00.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>*marching right along*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xmkO0eFX0lQ/TXboP9pENqI/AAAAAAAABVQ/O36Ktp6jl-U/s1600/march.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xmkO0eFX0lQ/TXboP9pENqI/AAAAAAAABVQ/O36Ktp6jl-U/s320/march.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well, here it is only march 8th and we have already had a couple special occasions&amp;nbsp; here at the ole hellhole. on saturday, we had a very short birthday party (those of you who were here, just nod and agree) for the six year old daughter of a friend. i made chocolate cupcakes with pale green frosting. tinkerbell picks, which i made at the last minute were on top of a few. and since the &lt;i&gt;whole shindig&lt;/i&gt; was planned at the last minute, that was my only choice!they were yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IzfTbJvDYUk/TXbqRT5lx1I/AAAAAAAABVU/o2siihwm0Y0/s1600/DSCN2528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IzfTbJvDYUk/TXbqRT5lx1I/AAAAAAAABVU/o2siihwm0Y0/s320/DSCN2528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YDjNQVQb5Ig/TXbscnvla-I/AAAAAAAABVY/PeQOL2dicEI/s1600/DSCN2526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YDjNQVQb5Ig/TXbscnvla-I/AAAAAAAABVY/PeQOL2dicEI/s320/DSCN2526.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on sunday, i baked a mardi gras cake for another friend's business party.i will not call it a king cake, since it wasn't actually one, just a bundt cake with the pretty sugar. i had to make the purple sugar since i only had the yellow and green. i had never actually made my own colored sugar before, in fact, had never even thought about making it before. but i was at a blog recently where she suggested you could actually do that and i was like&lt;i&gt; "hey, make my own colored sugar? what a brilliant concept! my life as i know it, will never be the same!"&lt;/i&gt; so after my first attempt using regular food color-which made more of a grayish purple (ew!), i tried my gel food color, which actually had a purple. that one made a very purty shade of purple-yay!!&amp;nbsp; that cake was yummy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mjZRB16CuKQ/TXbtI_msufI/AAAAAAAABVc/PRHZyacm9Yk/s1600/DSCN2530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mjZRB16CuKQ/TXbtI_msufI/AAAAAAAABVc/PRHZyacm9Yk/s320/DSCN2530.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nug4sCdeG5E/TXbtT7Kvn9I/AAAAAAAABVg/FYnRib02cyM/s1600/DSCN2534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nug4sCdeG5E/TXbtT7Kvn9I/AAAAAAAABVg/FYnRib02cyM/s320/DSCN2534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we are coming up on st. patrick's day, the 17th and mine and bilbo's wedding anniversary, the 18th. if you have been reading this blog for a year now, then you already know of this family's fondness for &lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-all-about-familyand-food.html"&gt;corned beef and cabbage. &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the traditional dinner will once again be served but we will have some dinner guests who have never had it before. (we're secretly hoping they don't like it, cuz then it's MORE FOR US!!) and i have a dessert planned that i'm hoping will top last year's&lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-all-about-familyand-food.html"&gt; rainbow cake&lt;/a&gt;. it is my own amazing creation so you know ya wanna see it!! i will be sure to take lots of pictures and bore all of you with them here. stay tuned folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. for peace and quiet&lt;br /&gt;2. for mary, our computer genius (forgot to say that last time!)&lt;br /&gt;3. for kaye and t.willie reading in the next room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-523995217731193752?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/523995217731193752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/marching-right-along.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/523995217731193752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/523995217731193752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/marching-right-along.html' title='*marching right along*'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xmkO0eFX0lQ/TXboP9pENqI/AAAAAAAABVQ/O36Ktp6jl-U/s72-c/march.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6840424586194953349</id><published>2011-03-03T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:00:23.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>recovering from a virus</title><content type='html'>just been resting and taking it easy after the virus this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MsxkConolFk/TW_yUqYD7OI/AAAAAAAABVI/zBUCiWuUXtI/s1600/DSCN2523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MsxkConolFk/TW_yUqYD7OI/AAAAAAAABVI/zBUCiWuUXtI/s320/DSCN2523.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh, not me, my computer!! yeah, apparently, my computer had a virus. but my friend, mary is a genius with computer viruses. so we are up and running again after just a short down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's times like this that remind me how much i love my computer. i know, i know- can a person&lt;i&gt; really&lt;/i&gt; love their computer? well, i am here to tell you, that, yes, yes they can!! my computer and i have had many wonderful adventures together. such as: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember back when bilbo and i were on the south beach diet, computer and i made many searches for menus, recipes and guidelines. then there was the time i was really interested in herbs, we did much research together. and, another time, i was heavily into downloading fonts (okay, i am still a font fanatic!). computer and i also search for recipes, music, quotes, exercise and other tips. and the amount of time we spend looking at crafts and decorating sites is very very numerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the fun times we have had! so many memories! i am happy and grateful to have my computer back and feeling well again. i hope you and your computer are doing fine also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a face for ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Gw-Lep6BqKg/TW_zKondwBI/AAAAAAAABVM/K-hskc6Lw-w/s1600/DSCN2482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Gw-Lep6BqKg/TW_zKondwBI/AAAAAAAABVM/K-hskc6Lw-w/s320/DSCN2482.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;have a splendiferous weekends folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6840424586194953349?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6840424586194953349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/recovering-from-virus.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6840424586194953349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6840424586194953349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/03/recovering-from-virus.html' title='recovering from a virus'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MsxkConolFk/TW_yUqYD7OI/AAAAAAAABVI/zBUCiWuUXtI/s72-c/DSCN2523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3158826293464663348</id><published>2011-02-25T20:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:53:37.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just one word-- ritalin?</title><content type='html'>so in love with this kid-three year old jonathan (although, he's probably 4 by now!) conducting a beethoven symphony. how awesome is he!?! wish i had just one iota of his energy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;turn up the sound and go full screen- *enjoy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="269" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0REJ-lCGiKU" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for my sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;2. for my microwave heated rice bag (neck pain anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;3. for blogs that keep me laughing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3158826293464663348?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3158826293464663348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-one-word-ritalin.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3158826293464663348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3158826293464663348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-one-word-ritalin.html' title='just one word-- ritalin?'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0REJ-lCGiKU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6887037783380352787</id><published>2011-02-23T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:09:51.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my pal val is a talented gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxbyF2HtTR4/TWVj1q8vE7I/AAAAAAAABU4/1vukXFd5zs4/s1600/val1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxbyF2HtTR4/TWVj1q8vE7I/AAAAAAAABU4/1vukXFd5zs4/s320/val1.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have been hanging out at &lt;i&gt;"paper and cookies"&lt;/i&gt;, the awesome &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paperandcookies.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of val for awhile now. she is a paper crafter, like me. but, unlike me, she makes stuff all the time, every week! check out her blog- her cards and scrapbook layouts are beautiful! i like to click on each of her images and enlarge them to really see&amp;nbsp; how amazing her work is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0ddgqdkRKo/TWVnyjldU0I/AAAAAAAABU8/4IJMELh0T_Y/s1600/val2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0ddgqdkRKo/TWVnyjldU0I/AAAAAAAABU8/4IJMELh0T_Y/s320/val2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;also, unlike me, val has had her work published in popular crafts magazines and is on the design teams of several online sites and blogs. check out her resume &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paperandcookies.blogspot.com/p/resume.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.she is HUGELY talented, because, not only is she a great paper artist, but she is also a wonderful &lt;i&gt;cookie &lt;/i&gt;artist! yes, she decorates cookies beautifully too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrYdjkmWZ2s/TWVn_4cVB9I/AAAAAAAABVA/BzkQADg7e18/s1600/val3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrYdjkmWZ2s/TWVn_4cVB9I/AAAAAAAABVA/BzkQADg7e18/s320/val3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2wm-eVRRic/TWVoFbaMLTI/AAAAAAAABVE/4F7ZjqzT_YE/s1600/val4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2wm-eVRRic/TWVoFbaMLTI/AAAAAAAABVE/4F7ZjqzT_YE/s320/val4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten to know val a bit through her blog, my blog and facebook. she is a fellow "jersey gal" (yes, i'm in tennessee now) and lives not far from where i grew up. she's friendly and funny and a real busy mom of two. go check out her blog and tell her aurorafedora sent ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today for :&lt;br /&gt;1. my new craft room&lt;br /&gt;2. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. internet friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6887037783380352787?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6887037783380352787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-pal-val-is-talented-gal.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6887037783380352787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6887037783380352787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-pal-val-is-talented-gal.html' title='my pal val is a talented gal'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UxbyF2HtTR4/TWVj1q8vE7I/AAAAAAAABU4/1vukXFd5zs4/s72-c/val1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3508659276778235950</id><published>2011-02-20T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:05:13.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin' the LOVE??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LGGFXQ5ZL0/TWHN_NI-KLI/AAAAAAAABUg/EtWwNTpWo5A/s1600/DSCN2461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LGGFXQ5ZL0/TWHN_NI-KLI/AAAAAAAABUg/EtWwNTpWo5A/s400/DSCN2461.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so, okay...back in november, after our big thanksgiving dinner, someone mentioned that it would be great to have thanksgiving EVERY month. now, we at the hellhole &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; like eating so there was agreement all around about what a great idea this was. of course, there was a big holiday meal (or two) in december, but we somehow missed january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9kUJULhzhs/TWHU6ZhjBQI/AAAAAAAABUo/PLKxTauYrkE/s1600/DSCN2472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k9kUJULhzhs/TWHU6ZhjBQI/AAAAAAAABUo/PLKxTauYrkE/s320/DSCN2472.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;with it being february, valentine's day seemed to be the next logical time to have our monthly "thanksgiving" dinner. but, alas, some family members had to work last weekend, so we had our "valentine'sgiving dinner" last night. usually big meals are served at my mom and dad's house. but we felt these milder holiday meals should take place at the hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDjKTO_XQIM/TWHVP1lHldI/AAAAAAAABUs/Tpn-CJigz2o/s1600/DSCN2468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDjKTO_XQIM/TWHVP1lHldI/AAAAAAAABUs/Tpn-CJigz2o/s320/DSCN2468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XcfNyRZrehw/TWHVoqq_ypI/AAAAAAAABUw/fcQxYKam-Ys/s1600/DSCN2469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XcfNyRZrehw/TWHVoqq_ypI/AAAAAAAABUw/fcQxYKam-Ys/s320/DSCN2469.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;there were eight of us, five jensens and three "adopted" family members.kaye and elle and i decorated the table. i had also made cupcake flag picks for the lemon cupcakes (a family favorite). the menu was ham, pineapple casserole (another family favorite passed down from my grandmother), green beans, and the broccoli casserole and dinner rolls that misty brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evBt2saWqrI/TWHWBCjTtII/AAAAAAAABU0/5i5DKGmDfsk/s1600/DSCN2473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evBt2saWqrI/TWHWBCjTtII/AAAAAAAABU0/5i5DKGmDfsk/s320/DSCN2473.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the three kids running around made for some chaos while i was finishing up the cooking. kaye and misty were working on something on the computer in my new craft room (blog post coming up). bilbo had just purchased a flat- screen tv and was focusing on that while the mayhem reigned. nothing comes between a man and his tv, apparently!! needless to say, i was a tad bit harried!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the food was good, the company was good and eventually, the kids were good! just another wild night at the hellhole.&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************* &lt;br /&gt;pineapple casserole recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c softened margarine or butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 lb. 4oz. can crushed pineapple&lt;br /&gt;5 slices bread, cubed&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon &lt;br /&gt;* lightly cream the margarine and the sugar. add the eggs and beat well. pour in the pineapple and it's juice, blend well. fold in the cubed bread.sprinkle lightly with cinnamon. bake at 350 F. in a greased casserole dish until golden. YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;lemon cupcake recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmpje1DyG08/TWHUXnJFnnI/AAAAAAAABUk/kaK6fiG4zbk/s1600/DSCN2466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmpje1DyG08/TWHUXnJFnnI/AAAAAAAABUk/kaK6fiG4zbk/s320/DSCN2466.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;take a box of white cake mix. prepare as directed on box. bake as cupcakes- makes 24. let cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;prepare a box of lemon pudding and chill. meanwhile, cut a small indentation (hole) out of each cupcake, reserving all the hole tops. spoon in a small amount of pudding and gently place each top back on, don't press down. dust with powdered sugar and serve to grateful guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for&amp;nbsp; good food&lt;br /&gt;2. for the full moon on a clear night&lt;br /&gt;3. for family who loves me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3508659276778235950?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3508659276778235950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/feelin-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3508659276778235950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3508659276778235950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/feelin-love.html' title='feelin&apos; the LOVE??'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LGGFXQ5ZL0/TWHN_NI-KLI/AAAAAAAABUg/EtWwNTpWo5A/s72-c/DSCN2461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3037365241377846310</id><published>2011-02-15T21:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:51:34.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the bees knees</title><content type='html'>i know, i know- i haven't been around here lately. i have been sick with a cold and busy moving and rearranging my life- both in my home and in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rooms are changing their purposes and we have been seriously purging and clearing out a LOT of junk from the hellhole. it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Hk_QDBvcA/TVtHTOhp69I/AAAAAAAABUM/Rcb7g3p-d8o/s1600/DSCN2429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Hk_QDBvcA/TVtHTOhp69I/AAAAAAAABUM/Rcb7g3p-d8o/s320/DSCN2429.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6iA0vRveTo/TVtIDlXHYcI/AAAAAAAABUQ/PJiRkrqd60M/s1600/DSCN2426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6iA0vRveTo/TVtIDlXHYcI/AAAAAAAABUQ/PJiRkrqd60M/s320/DSCN2426.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--NJYlKuPZZo/TVtIdj_5AHI/AAAAAAAABUU/OkBVGkkxglA/s1600/DSCN2428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--NJYlKuPZZo/TVtIdj_5AHI/AAAAAAAABUU/OkBVGkkxglA/s320/DSCN2428.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Hk_QDBvcA/TVtHTOhp69I/AAAAAAAABUM/Rcb7g3p-d8o/s1600/DSCN2429.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one fun thing we have done this week is to make these paper mache bumblebee valentine boxes. our friend misty and her two children, kaye, t.willie and i worked on these over the weekend. misty's son made his to enter in a class contest and won "most creative". i am very proud since they were my ingenious idea! haha, modest, i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today for:&lt;br /&gt;1. misty in our lives&lt;br /&gt;2. the clearing of the junk---WAY overdo&lt;br /&gt;3. the awesomely beautiful sunset this evening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3037365241377846310?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3037365241377846310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/bees-knees.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3037365241377846310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3037365241377846310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/bees-knees.html' title='the bees knees'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Hk_QDBvcA/TVtHTOhp69I/AAAAAAAABUM/Rcb7g3p-d8o/s72-c/DSCN2429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-8777455866156570040</id><published>2011-02-09T21:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:31:23.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wordless wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBV6_Ewuo-U/TVNbphQ_1GI/AAAAAAAABUE/hER4b5jsx6U/s1600/raiseyerhand.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBV6_Ewuo-U/TVNbphQ_1GI/AAAAAAAABUE/hER4b5jsx6U/s400/raiseyerhand.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-8777455866156570040?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8777455866156570040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8777455866156570040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8777455866156570040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='wordless wednesday'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBV6_Ewuo-U/TVNbphQ_1GI/AAAAAAAABUE/hER4b5jsx6U/s72-c/raiseyerhand.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6384274689146137907</id><published>2011-02-08T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:59:59.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a failure!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TVH06XO40qI/AAAAAAAABUA/V-L2f_pSE4k/s1600/failure.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TVH06XO40qI/AAAAAAAABUA/V-L2f_pSE4k/s400/failure.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i admit it, i have failed you all! my last post announced a countdown to my blogiversary, then no countdown happened, and now it's THE DAY &lt;i&gt;of &lt;/i&gt;my blogiversary and i have NO plan!!! i have been wracking my brain as to what i could offer as a drawing prize but i have come up empty-headed!!! hahaha get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is to say, i am still working on it. the bleak winter months seem to make me gloomy and addlepated.&lt;br /&gt;please just keep hangin' with me...i'll come up with some great idea, i just KNOW i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for you, you awesome blog readers!&lt;br /&gt;2. for orange &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circus_Peanuts"&gt;circus peanuts&lt;/a&gt; that cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;3. for magazines in my mailbox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6384274689146137907?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6384274689146137907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-failure.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6384274689146137907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6384274689146137907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-failure.html' title='i&apos;m a failure!!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TVH06XO40qI/AAAAAAAABUA/V-L2f_pSE4k/s72-c/failure.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-539434275908425305</id><published>2011-02-02T20:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:27:39.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogiversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give-away'/><title type='text'>count down to my blogiversary- 6 days to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUnmukrkWJI/AAAAAAAABT8/7rBstdehbQk/s1600/chinese_lanterns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUnmukrkWJI/AAAAAAAABT8/7rBstdehbQk/s400/chinese_lanterns.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i can't believe it! on february 8th, i will have been blogging about the hellhole for one whole year!! who'da thunk i could keep at it that long- not me, that's for sure!! in the beginning, i tried to post EVERY day! silly me. i pooped out after a short while and realized, that is just &lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt; often. my life is not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; exciting to write about every day!&amp;nbsp; so i started posting more irregularly, whenever i felt the inspiration hit me. that's what seems to work. like the outback steakhouse slogan- no rules, just right!!&lt;br /&gt;so here it is,a year later and time for a celebration. i have been wanting to do a blogiversary give-away, but i don't know what to give! hmmm, will have to think about it and get back to ya....&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned....joanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-539434275908425305?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/539434275908425305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/count-down-to-my-blogiversary-6-days-to.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/539434275908425305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/539434275908425305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/count-down-to-my-blogiversary-6-days-to.html' title='count down to my blogiversary- 6 days to go!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUnmukrkWJI/AAAAAAAABT8/7rBstdehbQk/s72-c/chinese_lanterns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4712435122684733982</id><published>2011-02-01T20:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:27:09.491-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>he's such a BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi8NYmVJyI/AAAAAAAABTo/G275tbLlo-0/s1600/DSCN2384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi8NYmVJyI/AAAAAAAABTo/G275tbLlo-0/s320/DSCN2384.JPG" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t.willie attended a little friend's 6th birthday party on sunday. the party was at a small community center with a small playground. luckily, the weather was pretty mild because all he wanted to do was play outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi80J2aCWI/AAAAAAAABTs/P7cgKWm-Jr0/s1600/DSCN2385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi80J2aCWI/AAAAAAAABTs/P7cgKWm-Jr0/s320/DSCN2385.JPG" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;there were many kids there, of varying ages and sizes. t.w. didn't care much whether anyone paid any attention to him or not. he was content to dig with sticks, pick up handfuls of mulch, stomp in the mud and collect acorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi9fH906FI/AAAAAAAABTw/H5Bl9iderjw/s1600/DSCN2386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi9fH906FI/AAAAAAAABTw/H5Bl9iderjw/s320/DSCN2386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he did enjoy the few pieces of playground equipment that were available. and soon, found a little girl about his age to play with. morgan was 4 and much less wild than the older boys who were chasing each other around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi-O34_lXI/AAAAAAAABT0/6hJlssRkIro/s1600/DSCN2391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi-O34_lXI/AAAAAAAABT0/6hJlssRkIro/s320/DSCN2391.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;here is the conversation as they were climbing onto a tree stump::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he- can you climb all the way up little girl?&lt;br /&gt;me- t.w., her name is morgan.&lt;br /&gt;she- that's ok, he can call me little girl because i am a little girl actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha too funny! i remember when t.w. went through his "actually" phase. every sentence he said was peppered with "actually". apparently, this was where morgan was at, she must have said it ten times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was proud to see t.w. playing so well with another kid. he can sometimes be the bully. although, at one point, he was running after morgan with a stick-turned-gun and saying "pow pow pow"! but she was laughing so i guess that's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today :&lt;br /&gt;1. still and again for my massage therapist, jennifer&lt;br /&gt;2. for my hubby-STILL!&lt;br /&gt;3. for the bread i pulled out of the freezer, which came from new jersey this past summer and was delicious with our hot, homemade soup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4712435122684733982?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4712435122684733982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-such-boy.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4712435122684733982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4712435122684733982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-such-boy.html' title='he&apos;s such a BOY!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TUi8NYmVJyI/AAAAAAAABTo/G275tbLlo-0/s72-c/DSCN2384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-200960781184136927</id><published>2011-01-29T12:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:31:22.127-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bahamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>bahama mama??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURTv_S0PqI/AAAAAAAABTI/84jUrN5acOM/s1600/DSCN2343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURTv_S0PqI/AAAAAAAABTI/84jUrN5acOM/s320/DSCN2343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so, we returned thursday from our bahama cruise. five days away from the hellhole. away from the every day stresses. away from t.willie and bilbo baggins and buster the wonder dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURUYsi1kLI/AAAAAAAABTM/1k8ll6tJcqY/s1600/DSCN2318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURUYsi1kLI/AAAAAAAABTM/1k8ll6tJcqY/s320/DSCN2318.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;five days with "the gals"- to be silly and laugh so hard our stomachs hurt. five days to eat and EAT all that bountiful cruise food. five days to breathe sea air and relax and u.n.w.i.n.d .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURU8UKcLRI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qveJ13vPTH4/s1600/DSCN2319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURU8UKcLRI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qveJ13vPTH4/s320/DSCN2319.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;but here is what i want to say- although all that was nice, i am happy to be back home. what i discovered is, i am not a cruise kinda gal. i was overwhelmed by the crowds and the glitz and lights and shine of the cruise ship. the noise and activity was a bit much for this "home gal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURWR1BMZWI/AAAAAAAABTY/YaAlgbTdBTs/s1600/DSCN2332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURWR1BMZWI/AAAAAAAABTY/YaAlgbTdBTs/s320/DSCN2332.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nassau-was not impressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my ideal vacation would be a plane ride to a nice hotel and sitting on a beach reading a book (or two)for a few days. yes, now THAT would be a real retreat from the chaos of the hellhole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURVPkD7sxI/AAAAAAAABTU/RkpwV4dxov4/s1600/stay-here-bahamas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURVPkD7sxI/AAAAAAAABTU/RkpwV4dxov4/s320/stay-here-bahamas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this beach at half moon cay-was INCREDIBLE!! (photo courtesy of grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; thank my mom and grace for the experience. it &lt;i&gt;WAS&lt;/i&gt; fun and we &lt;i&gt;DID&lt;/i&gt; laugh--a LOT!!&lt;br /&gt;but, alas, the only shipboard romance i had was the one with the dessert display!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURbMsvzp3I/AAAAAAAABTc/LpNINiJKCvg/s1600/cay-beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURbMsvzp3I/AAAAAAAABTc/LpNINiJKCvg/s320/cay-beach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i was here! (photo courtesy of grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. being back home with my family&lt;br /&gt;2. warmer weather here at home&lt;br /&gt;3. MY OWN BED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-200960781184136927?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/200960781184136927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/bahama-mama.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/200960781184136927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/200960781184136927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/bahama-mama.html' title='bahama mama??'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TURTv_S0PqI/AAAAAAAABTI/84jUrN5acOM/s72-c/DSCN2343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-1609013425072443814</id><published>2011-01-21T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:18:14.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>picture me HERE!!!!</title><content type='html'>well, i have had enough of winter, i'm heading out in the morning for a cruise to the bahamas! my mom, her friend, my sister and i will have five (hopefully) glorious, relaxing days on board a carnival cruise ship. we will leave this behind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TTn2_Nd-k0I/AAAAAAAABTA/iChkFT4_taU/s1600/DSCN2064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TTn2_Nd-k0I/AAAAAAAABTA/iChkFT4_taU/s320/DSCN2064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TTn2IMtUkAI/AAAAAAAABS8/qP4qB1BQBAE/s1600/bahamas-freeport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TTn2IMtUkAI/AAAAAAAABS8/qP4qB1BQBAE/s320/bahamas-freeport.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, sorry to tell ya-there won't be a new blog post for a few days...&lt;br /&gt;just picture me HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TTn38nLPn1I/AAAAAAAABTE/VzS_eLNov80/s1600/bahamas-freeport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TTn38nLPn1I/AAAAAAAABTE/VzS_eLNov80/s1600/bahamas-freeport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-1609013425072443814?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1609013425072443814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/picture-me-here.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1609013425072443814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1609013425072443814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/picture-me-here.html' title='picture me HERE!!!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TTn2_Nd-k0I/AAAAAAAABTA/iChkFT4_taU/s72-c/DSCN2064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5313400148835128963</id><published>2011-01-13T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:16:29.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freeze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellhole'/><title type='text'>when the HELLhole freezes over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...it looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS-9tNayZfI/AAAAAAAABSg/rkV46JNX4VQ/s1600/DSCN2297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS-9tNayZfI/AAAAAAAABSg/rkV46JNX4VQ/s320/DSCN2297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS--EDx_7cI/AAAAAAAABSk/GVWhw6d8b4w/s1600/DSCN2296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS--EDx_7cI/AAAAAAAABSk/GVWhw6d8b4w/s320/DSCN2296.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS--qLe1RNI/AAAAAAAABSo/e8J5sDWNm6E/s1600/DSCN2300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS--qLe1RNI/AAAAAAAABSo/e8J5sDWNm6E/s320/DSCN2300.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS-_HZFVtQI/AAAAAAAABSs/iGNwXNHCx2Q/s1600/DSCN2291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS-_HZFVtQI/AAAAAAAABSs/iGNwXNHCx2Q/s320/DSCN2291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS_Ag4maXjI/AAAAAAAABSw/zBtVlBheXKs/s1600/DSCN2278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS_Ag4maXjI/AAAAAAAABSw/zBtVlBheXKs/s320/DSCN2278.JPG" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS_A0Pmr9hI/AAAAAAAABS0/f0gUiS2nt0M/s1600/DSCN2284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS_A0Pmr9hI/AAAAAAAABS0/f0gUiS2nt0M/s320/DSCN2284.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, sad but true, mr. snow's face is falling off!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;grateful today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. for the week-long snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. for birds at my feeders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. for warm stew in a warm home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5313400148835128963?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5313400148835128963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-hellhole-freezes-over.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5313400148835128963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5313400148835128963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-hellhole-freezes-over.html' title='when the HELLhole freezes over...'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TS-9tNayZfI/AAAAAAAABSg/rkV46JNX4VQ/s72-c/DSCN2297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4726848845084735068</id><published>2011-01-09T20:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:50:04.157-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valhalla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfortunately'/><title type='text'>how very unfortunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSpsIE3RzWI/AAAAAAAABSQ/UdyGSwnGUy8/s1600/Valhalla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSpsIE3RzWI/AAAAAAAABSQ/UdyGSwnGUy8/s400/Valhalla.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so, a short while ago, i had been to a blog that alerted me to this fun tidbit:&lt;br /&gt;do you know that if you go up to the google search engine and type in the word "unfortunately" and your name- like this- "unfortunately, joanne", it will give you many responses starting with those two words?! i know, i just had to try it. some of the responses are kind of dull but most are pretty funny and some are down right hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**remember, these are NOT my answers, i have NOT changed anything, this is NOT&amp;nbsp; actually about me and i am JUST fine! what follows are some of the responses i liked best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ok, here is the&lt;i&gt; bad&lt;/i&gt; news:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; pre-marital bliss is ended by a devastating earthquake in Florida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; going to have to do it without her Djinn-turned-lover, who remains behind in the hands of her enemies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately Joanne's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; interest in C&amp;amp;W dancing was way ahead of the rest of us. She was too far ahead of the pack for this group to tolerate. &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; was forced off the road by a rather large lorry and ploughed through quite a few cones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; was the last person to consult with when you were in need of some sound advice, because she was forever going off on these tangents &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &amp;amp; I got carded cause the new lady that worked there has a stick up her ass or something…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; is right. Here's the deal. Splenda DOES have calories -- four calories per packet!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; did not do her research into the operation which has caused a lot of other patients a number of complications and has even caused some &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; had not gotten enough Spanish lessons, and realized much later that loco was the masculine form of crazy, and that the screen name was &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; has moved to Arizona, so I had to find another blonde to fill her place. (You've seen one blonde, you've seen 'em all ~smirk~)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what the...?? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;, with a fish that old it is hard to tell if you can fix it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; said the statistics were much worse for cats, with 408 cats impounded, 44 reclaimed and 17 rehoused. &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; doesn't let her more frisky self out very often. She likes to keep her kittens caged. To those who don't know her, &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; was hanging onto the the nearest object that would hold her, which was a bystander's hiking boot. &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But &lt;i&gt;unfortunately , Joanne's&lt;/i&gt; camera is spoilt because she left it on the floor and someone stepped on it when we were playing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; has been neglecting her shamanic studies for many months, so now that she needs them, she's on a crash course&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, JoAnne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; and I forgot the fact that most anime fans are all-nighters and end up stuck in their beds until 11 am or so. &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; had to witness all of the gooey stuff. “Ugh, I think I will be leaving now. Don't need to see my own nephew trying to get it on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my decline: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; bullying demands verge on the unbelievable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; was heading in the opposite direction. She began drinking, which tore apart our relationship. The divorce hit hard. &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; hit a rut and took a tumble. Thank god there weren't any cliffs at that part. She got quite a nasty cut on her right knee, &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; mobility had declined rapidly and she needed to use a wheelchair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; learned the hard way that keeping a tan at all costs can end up costing a person their life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; is injured in a bombing masterminded by a group of white supremacists led by Tim Porter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and finally, my demise:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; passed away in March 2009. The book club participants pooled their money together and purchased a selection of &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; died only a few weeks later. This gave Jean-Paul the idea to publicly announce his homosexuality, hoping that as a former Olympic &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unfortunately, Joanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; passed away on 29 November, 2009. She now is watching us wistfully from Valhalla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;i have to say, i had way too much fun with this!&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;and i know, you're all saying "boy that gal has way too much time on her hands!" but if you find yourself with some time to kill, try it yourself. you may find that your Djinn-turned lover remains behind in the hands of your enemies or that your bullying demands verge on the unbelievable or&amp;nbsp; that, even now, you are watching wistfully from valhalla!!&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;have fun!&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4726848845084735068?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4726848845084735068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-very-unfortunate.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4726848845084735068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4726848845084735068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-very-unfortunate.html' title='how very unfortunate'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSpsIE3RzWI/AAAAAAAABSQ/UdyGSwnGUy8/s72-c/Valhalla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6245751231428064132</id><published>2011-01-07T19:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:41:56.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subliminal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winners'/><title type='text'>i know but i don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSfOmp2baAI/AAAAAAAABSI/vgsydDwA7G0/s1600/peace-dove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSfOmp2baAI/AAAAAAAABSI/vgsydDwA7G0/s400/peace-dove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559639428476659714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, in monday's post, i asked those of you who visited my blog to leave a comment. in the comment, you were to tell me how you found me and, for fun, to count the "subliminal" messages in the text. well, i have to say, i am somewhat disappointed. those of you who did leave comments (and i LOVE ya for it!) are the same friends and family who i already knew about, who i know how you found me and who comment regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still very much in the dark about how all the other folks who supposedly visit, find me. maybe maploco really is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loco&lt;/span&gt; and it tells me i have more visitors than i do!!! so, fine.........i'm taking a cleansing breath here............i'm letting it go.  i am just going to be grateful for those of you who take the time to check out my blog every day or so, and to leave a comment to tell me what you think. it really means a lot to me. a LOT. because, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you guys&lt;/span&gt; know, i have no life. this blog is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSfOHwoqzCI/AAAAAAAABR4/Ok_UOfczjlQ/s1600/ContestWinnersTitle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSfOHwoqzCI/AAAAAAAABR4/Ok_UOfczjlQ/s400/ContestWinnersTitle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559638897722051618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, 'nuff said. i've made ya wait through all my ramblings and now it's time to tell ya who t.willie chose as the winners of the three necklaces. (yes mom, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; put your name in!)&lt;br /&gt;and just remember- you are ALL winners to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSfOX67JeOI/AAAAAAAABSA/k5SAzaLfheU/s1600/All-Winners_Squad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSfOX67JeOI/AAAAAAAABSA/k5SAzaLfheU/s200/All-Winners_Squad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559639175361820898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. val&lt;br /&gt;2. emily&lt;br /&gt;3. gail (who left me an email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i have a fourth necklace that is going to my friend jerd, who was the ONLY commenter to count up the subliminal messages!! woo hoo, good for you, jerd, you followed directions and had all the fun! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! so happy for you gals, they really are neat pieces of jewelry with a great message to "cultivate peace" in our world. please send me an email &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aurorafedora01@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt; with your mailing addresses and i will get these right out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. for YOU guys!&lt;br /&gt;2. for the chance to do something creative and make a poster&lt;br /&gt;3. for children's tylenol, that takes away t.w's fever (wish him well, he's got the crud!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6245751231428064132?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6245751231428064132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-but-i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6245751231428064132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6245751231428064132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-but-i-dont-know.html' title='i know but i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSfOmp2baAI/AAAAAAAABSI/vgsydDwA7G0/s72-c/peace-dove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-2207458859433434734</id><published>2011-01-03T19:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:21:52.165-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogiversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>how in the WORLD did you find my blog??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSKMbN1IvDI/AAAAAAAABRg/9f2zBoC-xms/s1600/handsaroundtheworld.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSKMbN1IvDI/AAAAAAAABRg/9f2zBoC-xms/s400/handsaroundtheworld.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558159289325501490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, with the approach of my one year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blogiversary &lt;/span&gt;(next month), i would like to ask you- my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loyal&lt;/span&gt; visitors- how you managed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;find my blog&lt;/span&gt;. according to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maploco map&lt;/span&gt; (in the side bar), i have had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6,425 all time visitors&lt;/span&gt; since i added the map to my blog. that number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;astounds &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazes &lt;/span&gt;me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if you have ever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click&lt;/span&gt;ed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; on my map&lt;/span&gt;, you will see that just over 1000 of those are from sparta, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my town&lt;/span&gt;. ok, so even if ya throw them out, that's STILL over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5000&lt;/span&gt; visitors! hoo-wee, that still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impresses&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; as i am to think that that many folks have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been to/read&lt;/span&gt; my silly stuff, i have to wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW IN THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt; did they find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favor&lt;/span&gt; i want to ask all of you who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read this particular post&lt;/span&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE leave a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; or send me an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;email (aurorafedora01@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;), and tell me how you found my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an added bit of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;, tell me how many&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; subliminal&lt;/span&gt; messages you found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hint: count up all the bold print words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you leave an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;email address&lt;/span&gt; where i can contact you. and in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next blog post&lt;/span&gt;, i will put all the names into a hat and have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t.willie&lt;/span&gt; choose&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; three&lt;/span&gt; names. those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucky &lt;/span&gt;people will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSKL_znncoI/AAAAAAAABRQ/jmeM8FTfuo8/s1600/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSKL_znncoI/AAAAAAAABRQ/jmeM8FTfuo8/s200/necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558158818433004162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt; one of these pretty little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necklaces&lt;/span&gt;. these were purchased from the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.thehungersite.com/store/site.do?siteId=220&amp;amp;adId=49549&amp;amp;placementId=131218&amp;amp;origin=ctg_ths_home_from_trs_thankyou_sitenav"&gt;hunger site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; they depict the world with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; sign on one side and say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cultivate peace&lt;/span&gt;" on the other. they hang from a silver-tone chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will announce the winners  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; please leave me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spread the word&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt;...joanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-2207458859433434734?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2207458859433434734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-in-world-did-you-find-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2207458859433434734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2207458859433434734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-in-world-did-you-find-my-blog.html' title='how in the WORLD did you find my blog??'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TSKMbN1IvDI/AAAAAAAABRg/9f2zBoC-xms/s72-c/handsaroundtheworld.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-7090522706636194202</id><published>2010-12-29T20:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:23:57.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-- BE GONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRv7CQdiiuI/AAAAAAAABQw/_tTMz8XqlKU/s1600/2011-happy-new-year-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRv7CQdiiuI/AAAAAAAABQw/_tTMz8XqlKU/s400/2011-happy-new-year-image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556310581488814818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all things considered, this past year was not so bad. that is, if ya don't consider the complete meltdown of just about all our appliances (most recently-my printer), that the ants are STILL residing in our home, that i'm still cleaning up cat and dog messes on a regular basis, that i'm still fighting it out between food and my body and that the hellhole is no more organized than it was a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but....on the other hand, i have five more fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! no, really, on the other hand, my life is pretty good. for instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. no more diapers at the hellhole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. t.willie no longer takes a nap every day but when he does, he no longer strips naked or demolishes his room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. kaye's health/life is getting straightened out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. elle has settled in to her new hours and position at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. bilbo's job is secure, as opposed to many many folks who have been laid off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i will be going on a cruise to the bahamas next month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. replaced hated bagless vacuum with a bagged vacuum that i love, and if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; vacuumed every day, this would be a biggie for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i have pets who give me companionship and unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i have gotten reacquainted with old friends via facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. and most importantly, i have the love and support of  my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yes, things could be better, but- they could be worse, much worse! i am lucky and i know it.&lt;br /&gt;good bye 2010--hello 2011!!&lt;br /&gt;i hope this new year brings us all amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy new year to all of you, my faithful bloggy friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-7090522706636194202?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7090522706636194202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-be-gone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7090522706636194202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7090522706636194202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-be-gone.html' title='2010-- BE GONE!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRv7CQdiiuI/AAAAAAAABQw/_tTMz8XqlKU/s72-c/2011-happy-new-year-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6626937993480743401</id><published>2010-12-27T11:51:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:31:28.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all about him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRkRbbapezI/AAAAAAAABQo/LOEmtoqBPiI/s1600/mosaicad7f11fead66eb78df6d2034d5f83d91637fe778.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no, i don't mean the baby jesus, although, i know he's&lt;br /&gt;the "reason for the season".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUR&lt;/span&gt; christmas was about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRkRbbapezI/AAAAAAAABQo/LOEmtoqBPiI/s1600/mosaicad7f11fead66eb78df6d2034d5f83d91637fe778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRkRbbapezI/AAAAAAAABQo/LOEmtoqBPiI/s400/mosaicad7f11fead66eb78df6d2034d5f83d91637fe778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555490778251885362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click on the image to view larger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRjTeIaXVcI/AAAAAAAABQI/-EJ0JM8bLSM/s1600/DSCN2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hope you have had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;  holiday filled with great surprises.&lt;br /&gt;have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; new year too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRjS6VP3-dI/AAAAAAAABP4/gvpEBp-lv28/s1600/DSCN2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRjTM-Z1T6I/AAAAAAAABQA/uc8mlDa0N3s/s1600/DSCN2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRjUGrx16DI/AAAAAAAABQQ/fYrg1amqUv0/s1600/DSCN2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6626937993480743401?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6626937993480743401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-about-him.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6626937993480743401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6626937993480743401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-about-him.html' title='all about him'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRkRbbapezI/AAAAAAAABQo/LOEmtoqBPiI/s72-c/mosaicad7f11fead66eb78df6d2034d5f83d91637fe778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-1702659402934556381</id><published>2010-12-22T20:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:15:09.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the elf on the shelf---AS IF!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRK-4iH_ZzI/AAAAAAAABPk/s7ICrBqhndM/s1600/elf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRK-4iH_ZzI/AAAAAAAABPk/s7ICrBqhndM/s400/elf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553711168943515442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the past few months (and for years and years), there has been much hoo ha over the book "elf on the shelf". if you don't know the story, it's about an elf who is sent down from the north pole every night to watch the children of a household and to report back to santa on their behavior. now, i know, there may be some easily intimidated children out there who will think twice before misbehaving knowing that an elf is on the lookout. but t.willie is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; one of them. oh no, he would soon realize that he is bigger than that silly little elf and,  he is smart enough to misbehave in a room other than the one said elf is occupying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it would take more than that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elf&lt;/span&gt; to make t.w. be good. i was pondering on just what creature would be intimidating enough to keep him in line and i think i have it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;the OGRE at &lt;a href="http://www.kroger.com/Pages/default.aspx"&gt;KROGER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRK-wxgmR9I/AAAAAAAABPc/Sq-BFOO0Rw0/s1600/ogre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRK-wxgmR9I/AAAAAAAABPc/Sq-BFOO0Rw0/s400/ogre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553711035634304978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, the elf may be the spy of toddlers, but the ogre is the informant for unruly preschoolers everywhere! and i'm not talking about a lovable &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrek"&gt;shrek&lt;/a&gt;-type ogre. no, i am thinking mean and nasty, an ogre of nightmarish proportions! just imagine, you are busily strolling along the aisles of your grocery store, scanning your list, looking for the best buys, when that kid in the seat of your cart starts whining and carrying on for ________________(insert whatever your kids whine or beg for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! no problem! you just calmly point over to the frozen food section, where, standing there picking his giant, warty nose, is the biggest, ugliest looking ogre you have ever seen. you say, in your sweetest voice, "hmm, i wonder if that ogre has eaten today?" the big gulp coming from your child is music to your ears, as you know the whining will cease at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or imagine this scene: you are strolling down the grocery aisle when your little darling wets himself and smugly says "oops", while smiling at you because he did it on purpose. "hey, don't worry", you tell him, "there's mister ogre to take you to the bathroom to get cleaned up." oh, those "accidents" will never happen again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, moms everywhere, check out your nearest swamp or bridge (for that is where ogres live), and see if you can find an ogre looking for some seasonal work. set him up at your neighborhood grocery store and i promise, the next time the check-out clerk asks your kid if she wants a sticker, she will sit right up straight and answer "no thank you, mam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRK_GpFgKnI/AAAAAAAABPs/8Ybuog0BXcM/s1600/kroger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRK_GpFgKnI/AAAAAAAABPs/8Ybuog0BXcM/s200/kroger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553711411330296434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. that t.w. is really actually quite a good boy when we're shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. that he has never wet himself since being out of diapers&lt;br /&gt;3. that the ogre i know is really very nice and answers to the name of bilbo(hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRK-R-rixhI/AAAAAAAABPU/8SPirCDOU9s/s1600/kroger.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-1702659402934556381?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1702659402934556381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/elf-on-shelf-as-if.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1702659402934556381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1702659402934556381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/elf-on-shelf-as-if.html' title='the elf on the shelf---AS IF!!!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TRK-4iH_ZzI/AAAAAAAABPk/s7ICrBqhndM/s72-c/elf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6294952777889619266</id><published>2010-12-20T15:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:49:20.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the elves strike again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQ_RsdPHkjI/AAAAAAAABPM/BHaGYv8U05A/s1600/elftree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQ_RsdPHkjI/AAAAAAAABPM/BHaGYv8U05A/s400/elftree.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552887427263599154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i saw this cartoon, i had to laugh, it looks a LOT like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; elves were three and five years old, named t.willie and haley. and very cute. and quick. and pushy. and giddy with the power of "tree expression".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQ_QUahIdKI/AAAAAAAABPE/o_KKXcYTZQM/s1600/DSCN2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQ_QUahIdKI/AAAAAAAABPE/o_KKXcYTZQM/s400/DSCN2164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552885914705360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, i let them just do what they wanted. unfortunately, i have no pictures of the little elves because i was exhausted at the time. do you see that spot at the middle (about half way up) the tree? where there is some ornament congestion? that's because they dragged a chair over and took turns adding ornaments RIGHT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look very closely here, at the bottom branches of the tree....LOTS of ornaments!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQ_NE8z9giI/AAAAAAAABO8/daigmaqK7kQ/s1600/DSCN2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQ_NE8z9giI/AAAAAAAABO8/daigmaqK7kQ/s400/DSCN2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552882350498349602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am usually very picky about my tree but this way was a lot more relaxing for ME! at one point, haley decided to move away from the tree and was hanging things randomly around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but they had fun and it was fun to watch them. kids and christmas- it doesn't get any better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6294952777889619266?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6294952777889619266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/elves-strike-again.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6294952777889619266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6294952777889619266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/elves-strike-again.html' title='the elves strike again!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQ_RsdPHkjI/AAAAAAAABPM/BHaGYv8U05A/s72-c/elftree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4398280916072407892</id><published>2010-12-16T20:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:51:01.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>naughty or nice??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQrbznrzz0I/AAAAAAAABOk/CoRZQniNkdo/s1600/DSCN2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQrbznrzz0I/AAAAAAAABOk/CoRZQniNkdo/s400/DSCN2054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551491170560102210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, let's talk three year olds. i had a three year old once, who was lucky to survive her third year. she was such a trial to her mother, that, i am not ashamed to admit it, she literally brought me to tears on more than one occasion. yes, she was stubborn and strong-willed and already, in her third year of life, was sure she knew more than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now there is another three year old in my life- the first one's son, who makes his mom seem like a meek and mild piece of cake! if she was able to bring me to tears, he will most assuredly cause my undoing by a) leading me to drink excessively b) causing me to repeatedly bang my head against a brick wall until i am senseless c) cause me to run away and join the foreign legion or d) all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.willie is stubborn, strong-willed, ABSOLUTELY sure he knows more than me, full of cocky attitude, mean, insolent, determined, and obstinate. he talks back, he is mean to his pets, kicks his teacher and pokes his classmates in their eyes. he daily tells one of us to "shut up" and, just yesterday, told me "i don't want to and i don't care!" he exasperates me on a daily basis and will not listen to me when i am telling him to do (or NOT to do) something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQrbc5iOrNI/AAAAAAAABOc/19U6zqpPZyQ/s1600/DSCN2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQrbc5iOrNI/AAAAAAAABOc/19U6zqpPZyQ/s400/DSCN2038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551490780214766802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes! all of this is true! but the thing is, he can also be the opposite of all those things. at times, he is sweet, loving, funny, helpful, compliant and fun. he will ask to help me wash dishes, will beg his pop to help work in the yard, will listen intently when you explain how something works and will kiss and hug his pets...when he feels like it. he is intelligent, inquisitive, witty, clever and the best hugger around. he is like a celebrity at our local wal-mart because none of the checkers have ever seen him being other than happy and smiling and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQrd9MRbQFI/AAAAAAAABO0/9odHbP0yno8/s1600/Santa-LumpOfCoal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQrd9MRbQFI/AAAAAAAABO0/9odHbP0yno8/s320/Santa-LumpOfCoal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551493534023630930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, how can one small boy be all these things? i'm sure i don't know but santa is going to be hard-pressed to decide between coal or toys. i can just see him, standing in front of the tree on christmas eve, scratching his head in indecision. "hmm", he'll say, "naughty? nice? naughty? nice?" and then he'll just flip a coin and see where it lands. i sure don't envy the guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. that three year olds eventually become four year olds&lt;br /&gt;2. that stubbornness and determination can be attributes later on&lt;br /&gt;3. that santa has to make the tough decision and not me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4398280916072407892?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4398280916072407892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/naughty-or-nice.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4398280916072407892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4398280916072407892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/naughty-or-nice.html' title='naughty or nice??'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQrbznrzz0I/AAAAAAAABOk/CoRZQniNkdo/s72-c/DSCN2054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3772233181473303520</id><published>2010-12-13T19:48:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:13:47.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fisher and price</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbZDqmT4bI/AAAAAAAABN8/ILrrdKAvr7E/s1600/DSCN2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbZDqmT4bI/AAAAAAAABN8/ILrrdKAvr7E/s400/DSCN2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550362247778525618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;many moons ago, when i was in 4th grade, i met a little gal named nancy jane. now, nancy jane was nice and sweet but best of all, she was an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only child (&lt;/span&gt;cue the hallelujah chorus&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. i was the third child in a family of four children and what i really wanted to be was ALONE! ok, not all the time, but mostly when the others were teasing me or when i wanted mom to myself or when i wanted more than my share of &lt;a href="http://www.drakesdevildogs.com/"&gt;devil dogs&lt;/a&gt; or when i was tired of sharing a bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbYt3FrCgI/AAAAAAAABN0/m-8Ibuzszwg/s1600/DSCN2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbYt3FrCgI/AAAAAAAABN0/m-8Ibuzszwg/s400/DSCN2051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550361873174170114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, yeah, nancy had the whole shebang to herself- her parents, her room, all the devil dogs, all the toys and even a really cool playhouse in the back yard. oh, and no siblings to tease her. so, needless to say, i thought nancy was SO lucky and pretty much wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbYXbqht9I/AAAAAAAABNs/_t_MYzKTRIk/s1600/DSCN2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbYXbqht9I/AAAAAAAABNs/_t_MYzKTRIk/s400/DSCN2048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550361487855433682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but the best thing about nancy jane, besides &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; nancy jane, were her toys. she seemed to have a LOT of toys, all the toys&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; wanted anyway. (see &lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-childhood-christmas-list.html"&gt;this blog post&lt;/a&gt;) the best of the best were her fisher-price little people toys. she had 'em all- the camper, the house, the houseboat, the ferris wheel, the farm, the jet, the school, whatever- a whole fisher-price village!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbZc_A9A8I/AAAAAAAABOE/NxuarlX1IR8/s1600/DSCN2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbZc_A9A8I/AAAAAAAABOE/NxuarlX1IR8/s400/DSCN2052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550362682755711938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i know, right about now, you are thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait, didn't she say they met in 4th grade? isn't that, like, too old for fisher-price little people?&lt;/span&gt;" and, okay, ordinarily i would agree, but in this case, since we are talking about me, i would say "no, no it is not!" because for some reason, nance and i just clicked when it came to the fisher-price thing. it also was kind of fate because my last name was fis(c)her and hers was, okay, not price but she maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wished&lt;/span&gt; it was! so when we played, i was fisher (go figure) and she was price and that's how we addressed each other while we were playing. and this did not seem weird or strange to us, although i do remember getting some teasing about the whole fisher-price thing when my older sis found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbaDFxfpOI/AAAAAAAABOM/qZe0rrAuGB4/s1600/DSCN2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbaDFxfpOI/AAAAAAAABOM/qZe0rrAuGB4/s400/DSCN2078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550363337404949730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me(on the left with freckles) and nancy jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;fast forward many years to our 20 year high school reunion. when joanne fischer and nancy jane (not price) met up again, what did they talk about? their fond memories of that long ago time of innocence and the hours spent playing fisher and price. and it still did not seem weird or strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to ya, nance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;merry christmas from the jensens&lt;br /&gt;bilbo, joanne, kaye, elle, t.willie and buster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbakZLt8VI/AAAAAAAABOU/LXSr1QqxfWE/s1600/DSCN2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbakZLt8VI/AAAAAAAABOU/LXSr1QqxfWE/s400/DSCN2067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550363909550895442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today for:&lt;br /&gt;1. snow!&lt;br /&gt;2. fond memories&lt;br /&gt;3. once again having a chance to play with those fisher-price friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3772233181473303520?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3772233181473303520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/fisher-and-price.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3772233181473303520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3772233181473303520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/fisher-and-price.html' title='fisher and price'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQbZDqmT4bI/AAAAAAAABN8/ILrrdKAvr7E/s72-c/DSCN2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-8314365973285932101</id><published>2010-12-10T19:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T07:48:37.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>visions of sugar plum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQLdNv-M5UI/AAAAAAAABNk/GjSZlsR_sj8/s1600/sugarplums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQLdNv-M5UI/AAAAAAAABNk/GjSZlsR_sj8/s400/sugarplums.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549240919159268674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not that kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;kinda &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.visionsofsugarplum.com/"&gt;sugar plum&lt;/a&gt;-funny, sweet, clever food blogger emily hobbs. i have been following em's blog for some time now and she is a hoot! still in her early twenties, she creates her own recipes and some have even gotten her  recognition. she competed on food network's ultimate recipe showdown, as well as many other contests. she wins some, she does not win others, but she is a real winner when it comes to personality. she shares more than just her recipes, she shares her life- which includes boyfriend, eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visionsofsugarplum.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQLXfj8OndI/AAAAAAAABNc/z4eHduvKTKY/s400/emmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549234628097646034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recently, emily was chosen as a finalist in midwest living's "best of the midwest" recipe contest. emily will be representing her home state of missouri.  she is a wonderful baker and she has a real chance of winning the $10,000 grand prize. the competition is tonight and i just want you all to  send her some positive vibes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, if you like cooking and especially baking, (and even if ya don't) check out emily's blog, you will thank me for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for humor&lt;br /&gt;2. for internet friends&lt;br /&gt;3. for the aroma of warm baked goods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-8314365973285932101?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8314365973285932101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/visions-of-sugar-plum.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8314365973285932101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8314365973285932101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/visions-of-sugar-plum.html' title='visions of sugar plum'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TQLdNv-M5UI/AAAAAAAABNk/GjSZlsR_sj8/s72-c/sugarplums.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-7105153525090860122</id><published>2010-12-07T20:21:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:31:43.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my childhood christmas list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP70bLS8XgI/AAAAAAAABM8/K1gOAq1zagc/s1600/h-hobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP7zc0M3t3I/AAAAAAAABM0/X7jXsirQ_eY/s1600/santa-reading2837462341-300x238.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP7zc0M3t3I/AAAAAAAABM0/X7jXsirQ_eY/s400/santa-reading2837462341-300x238.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548139467341543282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my childhood christmas list was a mile long. no kidding. i wanted it all. i waited around in early november for the sears catalog wish book to arrive. i'd quickly sneak it away to my room like an addict with his next hit. oh, i'd be drooling before i even turned back the cover, just anticipating all the wonders inside. i'd pore over the slick pages with a pen at the ready, circling all the treasures i wanted santa to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mom finally got around to asking for our lists to santa, somewhere in early december, i was READY!! my list was the picture of organization. each item was written down with item number, page number and full description. i didn't want santa to mess up and bring me the wrong toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my younger sister, on the other hand, would ask for a stuffed animal or two. that's it! two silly stuffed animals! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a fool&lt;/span&gt;, i thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's missing her chance at the riches from santa's wishbook...i mean workshop! what's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; with her???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my older sister and brother had lists too, i suppose, but i don't remember much about them. because, let's face it, it was all about ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when christmas morning FINALLY came, santa brought all kinds of presents for them and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of what i asked for too. the christmases of my childhood were always magical, always filled with family and toys and fun. just as a child's christmas should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when our two girls were young, i tried to bring that special magic to their christmas holidays. they were good girls and i loved playing santa. and now, with t.willie, i'd like that element of enchantment to be his too. but maybe with less of a focus on the material gains and more on the spirit of giving and goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, who am i kidding? it's still all about the toys.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'll even let him play with some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some of my faves from way back when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP7020KR3QI/AAAAAAAABNE/VW3ZpNGcWXQ/s1600/malibu-barbie-doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP7020KR3QI/AAAAAAAABNE/VW3ZpNGcWXQ/s320/malibu-barbie-doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548141013518900482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;barbies and all their stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coloring books and crayons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP71NDVKzuI/AAAAAAAABNM/VIyWz1Xr-XE/s1600/funfactory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP71NDVKzuI/AAAAAAAABNM/VIyWz1Xr-XE/s320/funfactory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548141395548229346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;play doh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP70bLS8XgI/AAAAAAAABM8/K1gOAq1zagc/s1600/h-hobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP70bLS8XgI/AAAAAAAABM8/K1gOAq1zagc/s320/h-hobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548140538692918786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colorforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP716wN_4mI/AAAAAAAABNU/xI7CAjyPltg/s1600/babyann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP716wN_4mI/AAAAAAAABNU/xI7CAjyPltg/s320/babyann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548142180691862114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;school supplies for playing school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to send this list to santa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-7105153525090860122?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7105153525090860122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-childhood-christmas-list.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7105153525090860122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7105153525090860122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-childhood-christmas-list.html' title='my childhood christmas list'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TP7zc0M3t3I/AAAAAAAABM0/X7jXsirQ_eY/s72-c/santa-reading2837462341-300x238.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6033225910991958610</id><published>2010-11-30T11:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:25:20.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes he drives me crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TPVJ88iAfmI/AAAAAAAABMs/CN_9K3hgjbs/s1600/driver.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TPVJCkAjl7I/AAAAAAAABMk/457FDt5oJpg/s1600/100_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TPVJCkAjl7I/AAAAAAAABMk/457FDt5oJpg/s320/100_0687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545418824551208882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and sometimes he just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drives &lt;/span&gt;crazy! bilbo that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about his driving skills this morning as i kissed him good bye. rain was pouring down like crazy and i told him to drive carefully. he answered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i will, i'm not a maniac! well, sex maniac, maybe!" &lt;/span&gt;ha! true 'nuff!  (wink wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when he said the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maniac&lt;/span&gt;, it reminded me of a trip we took to the airport one time. because maniac applied to his driving on this wild ride!! my aunt was going to new jersey and we had volunteered to take her. but for some reason, we were running late. i don't remember why... anyway, bilbo drove like a bat outta hell down the interstate, swerving in and around other cars. speeding up, slowing down suddenly, speeding up again. my aunt and i were hanging on with white knuckles and faces tight with anxiety. it didn't help that there was some sort of detour and we had to drive through a town bilbo was not familiar with. as he was doing his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evil_Knievel"&gt;evil knievel &lt;/a&gt;driving, he was also on his cell phone with a friend getting alternate directions to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TPVJ88iAfmI/AAAAAAAABMs/CN_9K3hgjbs/s1600/driver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TPVJ88iAfmI/AAAAAAAABMs/CN_9K3hgjbs/s320/driver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545419827566378594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was inevitable that, given my peanut-sized bladder and the hour and a half long trip, i would need a rest stop. inevitable. anyone that knows anything about me knows i can be counted on to need the use of the facilities on any and all car trips. but the challenge of getting to the airport in time for auntie's flight and taking an unfamiliar route took it's toll. bilbo zoomed into a seedy gas station. i raced in, did my thing and raced back to the car looking sheepish for my unstable bladder, knowing i had held us back a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after more crazy driving, we arrived at the airport, pulled up front and aunt fran ran in to check on her flight. bilbo ran after her with her luggage and i waited in the car. a few minutes later, here they both come walking slowly and calmly out of the airport doors. bilbo still carrying the luggage. they get back in the car and fran says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i missed the flight by eight minutes."&lt;/span&gt; yes, you guessed it, the exact time my pee stop had taken. it was ALL my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, driving much more leisurely, we left the airport to go eat somewhere. the next flight was an hour or so later. we felt a little disappointed but fran and i started talking about the "ride from hell" we had just been on. we were laughing and teasing bilbo, and at one point, aunt fran said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm not even catholic but i was chanting a rosary!!"&lt;/span&gt; and i said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yeah, i was praying to any and all gods that would listen to just let us survive the trip!"&lt;/span&gt; bilbo was just shaking his head and reminded us that if it weren't for my bladder, he would have gotten us there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was right. he is actually a very skilled and quick-thinking driver, having honed his driving skills  growing up at the jersey shore. that, and having to travel long  distances at times, for his job. there have been many times while we were traveling on the interstates, that other drivers would have caused an accident if not for bilbo's quick reflexes and road knowledge. i remember one time, a big tractor trailer truck ran us off the road. he had cut right in front of us, obviously not checking his mirrors. bilbo had to swerve sharply onto the tight shoulder and swerve back onto the road after the truck had passed. it was a very terrifying moment and afterwards, it took us some time to get our breath back and for our hearts to beat normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is at times like that, that i thank my lucky stars for the "crazy" driver next to me. he can take me to the airport anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. obviously, for my crazy-driving hubby&lt;br /&gt;2. for the great thanksgiving holiday our family had&lt;br /&gt;3. for friends old and new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6033225910991958610?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6033225910991958610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-he-drives-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6033225910991958610'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-2640119010398380008</id><published>2010-11-26T09:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T10:25:27.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good food was had by all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_e3l_CAdI/AAAAAAAABMU/l8IQ8NNcEgM/s1600/thanksgiving_turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_e3l_CAdI/AAAAAAAABMU/l8IQ8NNcEgM/s400/thanksgiving_turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543894712987025874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving. what can ya say that hasn't already been said? it is a great american holiday (although i know canada has a thanksgiving). our holiday consisted of LOTS of food and family camaraderie. it was mom, dad, me, bilbo, elle, kaye and her friend misty and her two kids and t.willie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have this vintage set of turkey dishes from my mom's aunt and uncle. they had always hosted thanksgiving when we were growing up, and those dishes were something special to me. it would simply not be the same holiday without them! well, as big as those plates are, they were not big enough yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_Y9x3wJpI/AAAAAAAABL8/o3fu8BbH9iY/s1600/DSCN1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_Y9x3wJpI/AAAAAAAABL8/o3fu8BbH9iY/s400/DSCN1994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543888222187169426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here is a shot of my plate before i dug in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, myself, had made corn casserole, green beans with mushrooms, crock pot sweet potatoes, pineapple casserole (a family tradition), two pumpkin pies, pecan cranberry pie and a flourless chocolate cake. mom made turkey with stuffing, gravy, ham, a ginormous bowl of mashed potatoes, creamed onions, and cranberry relish. there was also cole slaw, olives,  crescent rolls and rye bread. and misty brought an awesome broccoli casserole. oh yeah, we ate BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_aMeiV5VI/AAAAAAAABME/cnsNbRDE-ak/s1600/DSCN1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_aMeiV5VI/AAAAAAAABME/cnsNbRDE-ak/s400/DSCN1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543889574206760274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the three kids had their own table in the living room (in front of the tv). it's safe to say that they were the reason behind the dog having a full bowl after dinner. kids just never seem to eat much at big meals like this. i think all t.w. ate was his roll, the boy loves his bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_eMrv0K5I/AAAAAAAABMM/6ktYJV30E5s/s1600/DSCN1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_eMrv0K5I/AAAAAAAABMM/6ktYJV30E5s/s400/DSCN1993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543893975799442322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bilbo about to chow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we were so stuffed! i hope you all had a great day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. family&lt;br /&gt;2. friends&lt;br /&gt;3. dessert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-2640119010398380008?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2640119010398380008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-food-was-had-by-all.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2640119010398380008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2640119010398380008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-food-was-had-by-all.html' title='good food was had by all'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TO_e3l_CAdI/AAAAAAAABMU/l8IQ8NNcEgM/s72-c/thanksgiving_turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-2489587484528660607</id><published>2010-11-22T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:33:27.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the cheese stands alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TOs1b228IhI/AAAAAAAABL0/1TufJMBKD3g/s1600/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TOs1b228IhI/AAAAAAAABL0/1TufJMBKD3g/s400/cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542582519108215314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you folks that have been following along for at least the last couple months may recall that my daughter, kaye, and i had embarked on a gluten free/dairy free adventure in october. this experiment was to see if maybe some or all of our stomach issues could be helped by avoiding these two food groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it has been a difficult six weeks, with ups and downs, good times and bad. i have bought grocery items i had never even heard about until i researched alternative grains and gluten free baking options- such as sorghum flour and egg replacer. i have bought the most disgusting ready-made GF bread and $5 GF bread mixes to avoid the aforementioned loaf. kaye and i have sat idly by while the rest of the family has partaken in ice cream, pizza and bagels with cream cheese. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, when all is said and done, i have to admit that avoiding gluten was much easier than avoiding dairy. at least, here, in our rural area of middle tennessee, where we don't have a large choice of grocery stores stocking specialty items- gluten free choices win out. i have had far more luck replacing our usual bread/grain items for GF ones than i have replacing dairy for non-dairy/casein free foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may not know this about me, but i LIVE for cheese. melted cheese-even better. any pasta dish covered in melted mozzarella, pizza, cheese sticks, yummy whole grain crackers with little slices of gouda, cheesy broccoli or potato soups, a steaming bowl of french onion soup with melted swiss draped over the edge and a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato and oregano can absolutely make me moan. ask my mom, she'll confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i must now confess- i have failed the dairy free portion of this experiment. i kissed a pizza last night and i liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cheese stands alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for the full moon because it has brought forth some good changes&lt;br /&gt;2. for people who love your children even if they don't have to&lt;br /&gt;3. for crises that bring positive outcomes&lt;br /&gt;the cheese stands alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-2489587484528660607?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2489587484528660607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheese-stands-alone.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2489587484528660607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2489587484528660607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheese-stands-alone.html' title='the cheese stands alone.'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TOs1b228IhI/AAAAAAAABL0/1TufJMBKD3g/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4705627385146571494</id><published>2010-11-17T20:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:57:13.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and now, time for your favorite soap opera-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TOSVt8oETJI/AAAAAAAABLs/TuyZg0wCqDA/s1600/DSCN1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"how the nose runs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.willie has been sick since last thursday night. he has a cold-complete with running nose, watery eyes and a loose gravelly cough. he has had a fever on and off and he is very sad and pitiful. his nose is getting red from wiping and his voice is hoarse and gruff. and did i mention he is very sad and pitiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TOSVt8oETJI/AAAAAAAABLs/TuyZg0wCqDA/s1600/DSCN1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TOSVt8oETJI/AAAAAAAABLs/TuyZg0wCqDA/s320/DSCN1870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540718058173385874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;won't you please wish him a speedy recovery?&lt;br /&gt;thanks, i knew you would! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4705627385146571494?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4705627385146571494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-now-time-for-your-favorite-soap.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4705627385146571494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4705627385146571494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-now-time-for-your-favorite-soap.html' title='and now, time for your favorite soap opera-'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TOSVt8oETJI/AAAAAAAABLs/TuyZg0wCqDA/s72-c/DSCN1870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4000000308469206710</id><published>2010-11-12T16:15:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:36:57.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>indian summer in tennessee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TN3M4W6bpyI/AAAAAAAABLc/WGU0T5Ne-1g/s1600/mosaic0654cf0cc309de35947b480c223101bb5e58b7d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TN3M4W6bpyI/AAAAAAAABLc/WGU0T5Ne-1g/s400/mosaic0654cf0cc309de35947b480c223101bb5e58b7d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538808385330980642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it has been unseasonably warm here, temps in the high 70's to 80's during the day. the sky has been clear and blue, gorgeous weather. the trees have lost a lot of their leaves and the ground is covered. this afternoon, bilbo went out with the leaf blower to pile them up. and, of course, any time bilbo goes out, he is followed by his little shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TN3AfUS1WiI/AAAAAAAABK8/S_YJr4CHVkE/s1600/DSCN1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TN3Jew6DvLI/AAAAAAAABLM/eDGF-O1ZHBk/s1600/mosaicf01381884fda113300f7626a31d61c4c2643d6cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TN3Jew6DvLI/AAAAAAAABLM/eDGF-O1ZHBk/s400/mosaicf01381884fda113300f7626a31d61c4c2643d6cb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538804647097253042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after a short while, a BIG pile had been created and it was time for our favorite autumn tradition- throwing t.w. into the leaf pile! ...okay, well, this is only the second year, but it WILL be a tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll LEAVE you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e761508211df8af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e761508211df8af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330152783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17B5EED40BD609BFE62FBDEE543AB3D45BE78FD1.E89ADA0B7D80FC9B9DC07CEB01F4CF8BBA1A015%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e761508211df8af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr5ejogj9k5kL5kgGsbrAVvtzEkE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e761508211df8af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330152783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17B5EED40BD609BFE62FBDEE543AB3D45BE78FD1.E89ADA0B7D80FC9B9DC07CEB01F4CF8BBA1A015%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e761508211df8af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr5ejogj9k5kL5kgGsbrAVvtzEkE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. indian summer&lt;br /&gt;2. simple fun&lt;br /&gt;3. meatloaf and mashed potatoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4000000308469206710?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4000000308469206710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/indian-summer-in-tennessee.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4000000308469206710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4000000308469206710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/indian-summer-in-tennessee.html' title='indian summer in tennessee'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TN3M4W6bpyI/AAAAAAAABLc/WGU0T5Ne-1g/s72-c/mosaic0654cf0cc309de35947b480c223101bb5e58b7d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3019905259599593329</id><published>2010-11-10T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:07:38.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>wordless wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNtWb0EIyAI/AAAAAAAABKs/bzebtQtt4E0/s1600/DSCN1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNtWb0EIyAI/AAAAAAAABKs/bzebtQtt4E0/s400/DSCN1664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538115202614609922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by me&lt;br /&gt;burgess falls state park, tn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click on image for larger view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNtV42hH8SI/AAAAAAAABKk/UGScWNnYGk8/s1600/DSCN1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3019905259599593329?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3019905259599593329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3019905259599593329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3019905259599593329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='wordless wednesday'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNtWb0EIyAI/AAAAAAAABKs/bzebtQtt4E0/s72-c/DSCN1664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-8930774585479724267</id><published>2010-11-08T11:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:19:19.774-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bilbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>yes, ANOTHER video!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNgw_anpd3I/AAAAAAAABKc/bVyht9cSvtE/s1600/binkyblack%26white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNgw_anpd3I/AAAAAAAABKc/bVyht9cSvtE/s320/binkyblack%26white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537229607887533938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my dear hubby's birthday and in honor of this festive occasion- enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFh-rX_Sfhs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFh-rX_Sfhs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, dear bilbo baggins, happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. for a husband who has stood by me no matter what craziness i have subjected him to&lt;br /&gt;2. for a husband who has been a wonderful father  no matter what craziness we have subjected him to&lt;br /&gt;3. for a husband who is a superior grandfather no matter what craziness he is subjected to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-8930774585479724267?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8930774585479724267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-another-video.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8930774585479724267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8930774585479724267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-another-video.html' title='yes, ANOTHER video!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNgw_anpd3I/AAAAAAAABKc/bVyht9cSvtE/s72-c/binkyblack%26white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6702489200223057685</id><published>2010-11-07T17:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:38:15.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>reminder: don't forget to be silly</title><content type='html'>stumbled upon this video of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ellen show&lt;/span&gt;...love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0FgUVjwh7P4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6702489200223057685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/reminder-dont-forget-to-be-silly.html' title='reminder: don&apos;t forget to be silly'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-8391328885512165290</id><published>2010-11-05T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:50:36.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mornings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diapers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten'/><title type='text'>UP-side-down-DATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNSySbYDGrI/AAAAAAAABKU/cvkFNGjUwy4/s1600/DSCN1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNSySbYDGrI/AAAAAAAABKU/cvkFNGjUwy4/s320/DSCN1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536245871601195698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. i have lost two pounds since kaye and i embarked on our &lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/gluten-we-wont-tolerate-it.html"&gt;gluten free/dairy free&lt;/a&gt; diet. unfortunately, kaye doesn't seem to be feeling any better, but i have had fewer stomach issues.&lt;br /&gt;2. t.willie no longer poops in his diaper in the &lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/hear-ye-hear-ye.html"&gt;morning&lt;/a&gt;, nor does he even wear a diaper at night.&lt;br /&gt;3. we are STILL getting&lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/miraculous-multiplying-maters.html"&gt; tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; from our amazing plants.&lt;br /&gt;4. i have already gotten bored with&lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/about-face.html"&gt; facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. i still haven't eaten&lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-tidings-of-great-joy.html"&gt; fast food&lt;/a&gt; since my september 1st resolution.&lt;br /&gt;6. t.w. is doing great at &lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-grow-up-so-fast-sniff-sniff.html"&gt;preschool&lt;/a&gt;. although he seems to be the "mean kid" of his class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. no more diapers and no more morning poopage!&lt;br /&gt;2. colder weather and soups and hot chocolate and snow flurries&lt;br /&gt;3. a warm dog at my feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-8391328885512165290?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8391328885512165290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/up-side-down-dates.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8391328885512165290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8391328885512165290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/up-side-down-dates.html' title='UP-side-down-DATES'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNSySbYDGrI/AAAAAAAABKU/cvkFNGjUwy4/s72-c/DSCN1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5782415241781297750</id><published>2010-11-02T18:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:06:07.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appliance'/><title type='text'>the appliance reliance defiance alliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNClTlSgaaI/AAAAAAAABKM/gevBEDRAeHU/s1600/junk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNClTlSgaaI/AAAAAAAABKM/gevBEDRAeHU/s400/junk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535105697884170658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know that man has come a long way since the discovery of fire and the cooking of food over a flame. and, yes, i do think we are in a better place than our ancestors, those brave souls who traveled by covered wagon over treacherous terrain, to begin a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little house on the prairie&lt;/span&gt;, those pioneers had to endure long, tedious days. days on end of cutting wood, making a fire and tending it, growing food, preparing food, cleaning up with water brought from a water source a long distance away, that had to be heated over that same fire. okay, i know all that, i appreciate all the improvements and comforts of modern life. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya know, sometimes those modern conveniences can just turn around and kick us in the ass, so to speak. yeah, you KNOW what i mean! like, for instance, since april, we at the ole hellhole have had to replace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) our washer&lt;br /&gt;b) our dryer&lt;br /&gt;c) our hot water heater&lt;br /&gt;d) our vacuum&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;e) our freezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??!! i feel there is a time we just have to stand up and say "holy mother of elvis, i've had enough and i'm not gonna take it anymore!!!" yeah, yeah, that's right, i'm mad as hell and i'm not gonna take it anymore! can i get a HELL YEAH?? who's with me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you would like to join me in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the appliance reliance defiance alliance&lt;/span&gt;, leave a comment and i will forward it to your congressman. thank you and good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm aurorafedora and i approve this message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5782415241781297750?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TNClTlSgaaI/AAAAAAAABKM/gevBEDRAeHU/s72-c/junk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-1576260632802015516</id><published>2010-10-31T20:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:25:57.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>about face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TM4jVcv5tnI/AAAAAAAABKE/M8ggct0-X_4/s1600/facebook-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TM4jVcv5tnI/AAAAAAAABKE/M8ggct0-X_4/s400/facebook-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534399843486250610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i give up!&lt;br /&gt;today is a sad, sad day. today, i joined facebook. well, actually, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joined&lt;/span&gt; a few months ago, only so i could enter a contest on a blog. but i didn't DO facebook until today. oh, yeah, i'm in deep! i searched old friends, i added friends, i posted on my wall, i added photos, i even chatted with my best friend from high school. oh, i am hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's cool. it's like a walk down memory lane (no pun intended, lisa!). i saw pictures of friends i grew up with, pictures of high school classmates and pictures of their siblings and family members i also knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, i resisted- i scoffed at the facebook groupies. but now...well, now...i am one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, look for me on facebook. maybe i'll even "friend" ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. old friends&lt;br /&gt;2. new friends&lt;br /&gt;3. new obsessions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-1576260632802015516?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1576260632802015516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/about-face.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1576260632802015516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1576260632802015516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/about-face.html' title='about face!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TM4jVcv5tnI/AAAAAAAABKE/M8ggct0-X_4/s72-c/facebook-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-2639250761322628459</id><published>2010-10-28T19:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:46:29.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loved ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>the wreck of the hellhole fitzgerald</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMomtRFVs5I/AAAAAAAABJ8/oPZ8JKO4Hu4/s1600/DSCN1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMomtRFVs5I/AAAAAAAABJ8/oPZ8JKO4Hu4/s320/DSCN1861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533277651299840914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, so that is not our last name. and ok, so the hellhole is not all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; wrecked. but we did have a pretty powerful storm two days ago and our yard is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, there were severe storm and tornado warnings all day. late afternoon, the wind had started to pick up and the rain came down hard. well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; does not aptly describe the direction of the rain- it was actually horizontal, as was the wind. when the hail stones joined in, it was pretty intense.  i was home alone, so i ran around frantically closing windows, since the temps had been 80 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMol-MwnsDI/AAAAAAAABJs/CWUJkmT9AdE/s1600/DSCN1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMol-MwnsDI/AAAAAAAABJs/CWUJkmT9AdE/s320/DSCN1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533276842685345842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i usually love a good storm, but this had me a bit worried. it was coming straight at the front of the house and it did run through my mind that it could break the picture window glass. the trees whipped wildly about and the patio umbrella above t.w's sandbox was trashed and my butterfly bush was laying flat on the ground. as i looked out to check on buster, he was sitting in his doghouse with nothing but his nose poking out, as if to say "what's all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was worried about kaye and t.willie because, last i knew, they had been on their way home. i was afraid they were in the car in the midst of it. (later found out, they hadn't left town yet and were safe) i knew my mom had been to town and called dad to check on her. when i called bilbo to check on him, he said he had been stuck on the interstate for 45 minutes because there had been a bad wreck. i knew elle was okay because she had been busy moving her stuff to a new apartment and was checking in with me every few minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMollBffi9I/AAAAAAAABJk/_Wgjflu-7aE/s1600/DSCN1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMollBffi9I/AAAAAAAABJk/_Wgjflu-7aE/s320/DSCN1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533276410163989458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it is always at times like these, when we worry and get concerned for our loved ones. then, it's always a relief to have everyone back home safely, where you can see them and hug 'em and say "don't scare me like that!". so, just wishing you all the security of knowing where your loved ones are and hoping you're all okay. now, call your mother, she's worried about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMomQeWtKfI/AAAAAAAABJ0/yTwWCJq266I/s1600/DSCN1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMomQeWtKfI/AAAAAAAABJ0/yTwWCJq266I/s320/DSCN1858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533277156646136306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a very tuckered out t.w. after he finally made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. that storms pass&lt;br /&gt;2. that my loved ones are close...sometimes a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; close!&lt;br /&gt;3. that my trees have been thoroughly pruned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-2639250761322628459?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2639250761322628459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/wreck-of-hellhole-fitzgerald.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2639250761322628459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2639250761322628459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/wreck-of-hellhole-fitzgerald.html' title='the wreck of the hellhole fitzgerald'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMomtRFVs5I/AAAAAAAABJ8/oPZ8JKO4Hu4/s72-c/DSCN1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-7393392706792225644</id><published>2010-10-25T22:14:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:10:41.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>amazin' acres of fun, ya'll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZUf5vssYI/AAAAAAAABJY/aGAoNBv9B-I/s1600/DSCN1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZUf5vssYI/AAAAAAAABJY/aGAoNBv9B-I/s320/DSCN1823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532202099324793218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;right down the road from us is a family-run farm. years ago, this family started having a corn maze, hay rides and such every fall. they call their farm "amazin' acres of fun", cuz it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZJl4dRibI/AAAAAAAABHg/9TIZ2A6TZsI/s1600/DSCN1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZJl4dRibI/AAAAAAAABHg/9TIZ2A6TZsI/s320/DSCN1787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532190107430390194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and each year, it has been getting bigger and better. schools and church groups take trips to the farm and it is pretty popular 'round these parts.&lt;br /&gt;so, saturday  me, mom, elle, family friend jared and t.willie spent about two and a half hours there. we went on the hay ride to the pumpkin patch, petted and aw'd at all the cute animals, and watched as t.w. had lotsa farm kid fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a couple slides, one in a barn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZQYG-yfsI/AAAAAAAABIg/X-1hGX_eJ48/s1600/DSCN1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZQYG-yfsI/AAAAAAAABIg/X-1hGX_eJ48/s320/DSCN1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532197567392284354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was a "corn crib", this was t.w.'s favorite thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZRD0KUFxI/AAAAAAAABIo/TzHUJ_dRde0/s1600/DSCN1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZRD0KUFxI/AAAAAAAABIo/TzHUJ_dRde0/s320/DSCN1850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532198318254593810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there were some nice animals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZR_-R1iLI/AAAAAAAABIw/9DMhmrfOPII/s1600/DSCN1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZR_-R1iLI/AAAAAAAABIw/9DMhmrfOPII/s320/DSCN1831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532199351762651314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZShLMjCII/AAAAAAAABI4/ya0RCAvUV8g/s1600/DSCN1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZShLMjCII/AAAAAAAABI4/ya0RCAvUV8g/s320/DSCN1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532199922165811330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and t.w. even got to milk a cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZS4q1U1JI/AAAAAAAABJA/nju0d8tqKR0/s1600/DSCN1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZS4q1U1JI/AAAAAAAABJA/nju0d8tqKR0/s320/DSCN1820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532200325795337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he really enjoyed the hay ride, although he wasn't so sure about it at the beginning. after the tractor started up and the ride got moving, he said re-assuredly "it's fun, it's not scary!" although, i'm not sure who exactly he was reassuring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZKLfDHilI/AAAAAAAABHo/KHlSrRGZCKU/s1600/DSCN1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZKLfDHilI/AAAAAAAABHo/KHlSrRGZCKU/s320/DSCN1806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532190753444825682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the kid's pumpkin patch was not so much a growing patch, but more of a let's-throw-the-small-pumpkins-out-here-so-kids-can-pick-them-up patch. t.w. had a difficult time narrowing down his choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZNhqb2xzI/AAAAAAAABHw/vQo5_KA59B8/s1600/DSCN1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZNhqb2xzI/AAAAAAAABHw/vQo5_KA59B8/s320/DSCN1764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194432993380146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZN1ofIwNI/AAAAAAAABH4/KTBK2GdnWoM/s1600/DSCN1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZN1ofIwNI/AAAAAAAABH4/KTBK2GdnWoM/s320/DSCN1767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532194776067653842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was a long and exhaustive search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZOaR5O5CI/AAAAAAAABIA/tFDGDf6-P2s/s1600/DSCN1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZOaR5O5CI/AAAAAAAABIA/tFDGDf6-P2s/s320/DSCN1766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532195405658252322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but finally, a winner was chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZO365tB_I/AAAAAAAABII/HF77ukEzzaI/s1600/DSCN1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZO365tB_I/AAAAAAAABII/HF77ukEzzaI/s320/DSCN1769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532195914882287602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i can't tell you how hard it was for me to resist taking&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; little punkin home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZPo8sSjaI/AAAAAAAABIY/YqkxnYiXTO4/s1600/DSCN1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZPo8sSjaI/AAAAAAAABIY/YqkxnYiXTO4/s320/DSCN1804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532196757176487330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;much fun was had by all. it was a beautiful day for some outdoor fall-ish fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZThiMXOgI/AAAAAAAABJI/URq7L9e1ceU/s1600/DSCN1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZThiMXOgI/AAAAAAAABJI/URq7L9e1ceU/s200/DSCN1754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201027850680834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jared and elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZT9iLOAxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/gOqvgm6NoSQ/s1600/DSCN1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZT9iLOAxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/gOqvgm6NoSQ/s200/DSCN1760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532201508882219794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me, t.w. and g.g (mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-7393392706792225644?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7393392706792225644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazin-acres-of-fun-yall.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7393392706792225644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7393392706792225644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazin-acres-of-fun-yall.html' title='amazin&apos; acres of fun, ya&apos;ll!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMZUf5vssYI/AAAAAAAABJY/aGAoNBv9B-I/s72-c/DSCN1823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3819842661233545338</id><published>2010-10-23T18:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:04:20.965-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>thing 1 and thing 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMN6Kkelk2I/AAAAAAAABHY/tzQkeUM-EIE/s1600/thing1_and_thing2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMN6Kkelk2I/AAAAAAAABHY/tzQkeUM-EIE/s400/thing1_and_thing2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531399089350349666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMN0spFxJaI/AAAAAAAABHI/rUS653TajtE/s1600/DSCN1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMN0spFxJaI/AAAAAAAABHI/rUS653TajtE/s320/DSCN1717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531393077634213282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meet max. he is the strong silent type. max is the new addition to my kitchen counter. i have had a thing for max for quite some time now. i have been trying to win max (or one of his lovely friends) on &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;pioneer woman's blog&lt;/a&gt;. but finally, kaye found someone who was trying to sell their brand new one and she bought it for me since tomorrow is my birthday. she's sometimes the best daughter! it was quite a bargain too, she does her mother proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing 2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMN3xpT231I/AAAAAAAABHQ/JR36CCUyo3k/s1600/DSCN1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMN3xpT231I/AAAAAAAABHQ/JR36CCUyo3k/s320/DSCN1721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531396462127538002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we have gone gluten free for two weeks now. (also dairy free for most of that) and i wanted pancakes this morning dammit! i got out my very little box of gluten free bisquick (although it costs the same as the big box of the regular!). i decided i wanted pumpkin pancakes, as i LOVE anything pumpkin-y. i just kinda threw some stuff together and was rewarded with some very yummy, fluffy pumpkin pancakes. you must try these, with whichever bisquick you choose. i also used almond milk instead of regular milk. and i warmed up some maple syrup and butter and dumped in about 2 T of chopped walnuts and poured on top- oh, the yumminess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aurorafedora's pumpkin pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup bisquick&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t pumpkin pie spice&lt;br /&gt;1 T sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 c milk&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;-mix it all together. cook on a greased warm griddle. flip when the top gets dry looking. cook til golden. eat like a pig. it made 8 smallish pancakes. and, no, i did not eat them all myself....yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note* the above picture is not an example of the pancakes with the warm, buttery syrup. i ate them too quickly to get a picture. this photo is of the remaining stack.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also, i am no food photographer...obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. for max the mixer YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. for pumpkin pancakes&lt;br /&gt;3. for fun at the pumpkin patch with t.willie (will post monday) (stay tuned) (hold onto your hat)&lt;br /&gt;(cross your eyes and whistle yankee doodle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3819842661233545338?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3819842661233545338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/thing-1-and-thing-2.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3819842661233545338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3819842661233545338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/thing-1-and-thing-2.html' title='thing 1 and thing 2'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMN6Kkelk2I/AAAAAAAABHY/tzQkeUM-EIE/s72-c/thing1_and_thing2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4047012051325765156</id><published>2010-10-21T20:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T07:28:19.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>hear ye! hear ye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDzgFBzl8I/AAAAAAAABG4/x-8QMZe-5Vc/s1600/DSCN1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDzgFBzl8I/AAAAAAAABG4/x-8QMZe-5Vc/s320/DSCN1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530688074842085314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, this is how my mornings usually begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in bed, it's early, it's dark, i'm sound asleep. suddenly, i am awakened by a cheerfully loud little voice announcing a) "it's sunny!" or b) "it's byooful day out!" or C) "i'm poopy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the sounds of morning. t.w. has no reverence for another person's sleep. he has always been a kid who wakes up ready to go. even as an infant, he never cried upon waking. he would just lay in his crib and gurgle. as he got older, he would babble, play and laugh or sing to himself. we'd never know when he woke up until we listened at his door. a truly strange kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDyrd_Wc4I/AAAAAAAABGw/osDeFXy3Jg4/s1600/DSCN1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDyrd_Wc4I/AAAAAAAABGw/osDeFXy3Jg4/s320/DSCN1200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530687171009606530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now, as soon as he gets up, he requests his "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-two-shall-pass.html"&gt;special milk&lt;/a&gt;"-a cup of (very slightly) chocolate milk. he takes it to the living room where he chills out in the recliner and watches kipper or spot. when he sees me about to take the dog out, he jumps up to "help" me. soon after, he is ready for breakfast. most often he wants oatmeal. he insists on choosing a packet out of the box. he doesn't really know what flavor he is choosing, but it doesn't really matter because he likes 'em all. the boy LOVES his oatmeal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDyFe-mMgI/AAAAAAAABGo/x0UPV9KUI4g/s1600/DSCN1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDyFe-mMgI/AAAAAAAABGo/x0UPV9KUI4g/s320/DSCN1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530686518439850498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDzy45ZXII/AAAAAAAABHA/fBwv3kDeic0/s1600/DSCN1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDzy45ZXII/AAAAAAAABHA/fBwv3kDeic0/s320/DSCN1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530688398003100802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after breakfast, the day is a blur of little boy activity. he keeps this grandma on her toes. by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; bedtime, i am really ready for sleep......sleep....sleep......sleeeeeeep........slee......"GAMMIE, I"M POOPY!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for full moons&lt;br /&gt;2. for gluten free pancake mix&lt;br /&gt;3. for that little boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4047012051325765156?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4047012051325765156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/hear-ye-hear-ye.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4047012051325765156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4047012051325765156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='hear ye! hear ye!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TMDzgFBzl8I/AAAAAAAABG4/x-8QMZe-5Vc/s72-c/DSCN1414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-177597704191164449</id><published>2010-10-18T18:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:41:14.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corned beef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomatoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>miraculous multiplying 'maters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLznzTj6f2I/AAAAAAAABGY/gZQqdYEEcGY/s1600/DSCN1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLznzTj6f2I/AAAAAAAABGY/gZQqdYEEcGY/s320/DSCN1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529549311114379106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's october, right? and here in middle tennessee, it is fall. you know fall, where plants begin to die off and leaves change color and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fall&lt;/span&gt;? when the weather gets cooler and nights are chilly? okay, so we all understand about fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLznZn1cP0I/AAAAAAAABGQ/CGqgML7jIz8/s1600/DSCN1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLznZn1cP0I/AAAAAAAABGQ/CGqgML7jIz8/s320/DSCN1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529548869880004418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but here's the thing-my tomato plants are still producing flowers and tomatoes. and they still taste good and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzfPF_E4aI/AAAAAAAABFY/ehsbzRAAFrQ/s1600/DSCN1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzfPF_E4aI/AAAAAAAABFY/ehsbzRAAFrQ/s320/DSCN1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529539892901896610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ask this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLziBmuPN8I/AAAAAAAABFo/Pgw-QJPDo8c/s1600/DSCN1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLziBmuPN8I/AAAAAAAABFo/Pgw-QJPDo8c/s320/DSCN1634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529542959706355650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t.willie will eat all the ripe cherry maters we pull off in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this dude:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzi0O-xieI/AAAAAAAABFw/eJqRz18uByc/s1600/DSCN1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzi0O-xieI/AAAAAAAABFw/eJqRz18uByc/s320/DSCN1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529543829506591202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, we finally had to block off the tomato portion of the garden because buster will stand there and eat all the tomatoes he can reach! he's a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzf5SmId3I/AAAAAAAABFg/e-Iq6DJRPm8/s1600/DSCN1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzf5SmId3I/AAAAAAAABFg/e-Iq6DJRPm8/s320/DSCN1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529540617841440626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my little pepper plant is also still growing peppers, it's really weird. my guess is because the garden is enclosed in this sorta courtyard area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzjWPNgbnI/AAAAAAAABF4/jcASoxK43T0/s1600/DSCN1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzjWPNgbnI/AAAAAAAABF4/jcASoxK43T0/s320/DSCN1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529544413683936882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the plants sit snugly against the shed wall basking in the direct sun most of the day. they are very happy even with all the grass and weeds that i have allowed to grow up around them. i am a very lax gardener once the summer temps get over the mid 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzlwNFRprI/AAAAAAAABGA/XHBkaxcAqwY/s1600/DSCN1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzlwNFRprI/AAAAAAAABGA/XHBkaxcAqwY/s320/DSCN1611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529547058812397234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but the plants don't hold it against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzm_2sKSEI/AAAAAAAABGI/8I58YaD66h8/s1600/DSCN1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLzm_2sKSEI/AAAAAAAABGI/8I58YaD66h8/s320/DSCN1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529548427191011394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for fresh tomatoes in october&lt;br /&gt;2. for my youngest daughter, elle, who turned 24 yesterday&lt;br /&gt;3. for the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-all-about-familyand-food.html"&gt;corned beef and cabbage&lt;/a&gt; she requested for her birthday dinner-YUM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-177597704191164449?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/177597704191164449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/miraculous-multiplying-maters.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/177597704191164449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/177597704191164449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/miraculous-multiplying-maters.html' title='miraculous multiplying &apos;maters'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLznzTj6f2I/AAAAAAAABGY/gZQqdYEEcGY/s72-c/DSCN1635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-8362351261467361824</id><published>2010-10-15T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:08:49.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the best $25 i ever spent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLj0NfJ4bfI/AAAAAAAABFQ/q4eI2dUZ6WE/s1600/25-dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLj0NfJ4bfI/AAAAAAAABFQ/q4eI2dUZ6WE/s400/25-dollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528437055135706610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;warning: gushing and exclamation points ahead. proceed with caution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a massage today. have you ever had a massage? i have, a few times, and they were all pretty good. but now, i have found jennifer-she is hands down(pun intended) the BEST massage therapist i have ever met! she is SO good, that if i weren't already married to bilbo, i'd marry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;!! oh, get over it! i didn't say i wanted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; with her, i said i'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marry&lt;/span&gt; her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she does a form of swedish/deep tissue massage, and all i can say is-aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaand, she charges just $25 for a half hour session!!!!!!! unheard of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had bad neck pain since high school (roughly....um....many moons ago). and as the years pass by, my neck just gets worse and worse. but after my last massage with jennifer a couple weeks ago, i have had relief for the first time in YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after today's session, i decided i am making an appointment with her twice a month. my health and my sanity NEED this! if you are local to the hellhole and need the services of jennifer-the-amazingly-awesome-massage-chick, email me and i will give you the details. you won't be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for jennifer&lt;br /&gt;2.  in my life-&lt;br /&gt;3. i just LOVE that girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-8362351261467361824?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8362351261467361824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-25-i-ever-spent.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8362351261467361824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8362351261467361824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-25-i-ever-spent.html' title='the best $25 i ever spent!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLj0NfJ4bfI/AAAAAAAABFQ/q4eI2dUZ6WE/s72-c/25-dollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-7747066602288702932</id><published>2010-10-13T15:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:19:41.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquitoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.w.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>which hazel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLYiI60Jp1I/AAAAAAAABFI/z_RgJpLpCSU/s1600/abbott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLYiI60Jp1I/AAAAAAAABFI/z_RgJpLpCSU/s400/abbott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527643129266153298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as i've stated, the mosquitoes here have been hellishly awful. every time t.willie and i would go outside, we'd both end up with numerous bites. t.ws' were most impressive because they would turn red and swell up to giant-size. to help with the itching, i would apply witch hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day recently, t.w. and i were in the bathroom dabbing at our bites when we had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "what that stuff is gammie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "witch hazel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "witch hazel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (catching on): "this one right here?" pointing to the bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "yeah, gammie, what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "witch hazel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "gammie! gammie! that one right there!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (laughing very much): "wiiiiiiiitch haaaaaazel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (holding up the bottle): "this is called witch hazel. get it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: "what gammie? hazel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (just laughing..........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just like an abbott &amp;amp; costello "who's on first" skit-oh, the fun and merriment! you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for the laughter&lt;br /&gt;2. that mosquito madness will be over soon&lt;br /&gt;3. for my ole pal, hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-7747066602288702932?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7747066602288702932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/which-hazel.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7747066602288702932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7747066602288702932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/which-hazel.html' title='which hazel?'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLYiI60Jp1I/AAAAAAAABFI/z_RgJpLpCSU/s72-c/abbott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-449279985702581688</id><published>2010-10-11T19:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:43:44.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celiac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>gluten- we won't tolerate it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLO77yPNxUI/AAAAAAAABEw/SU38OYUGnwg/s1600/DSCN1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLO77yPNxUI/AAAAAAAABEw/SU38OYUGnwg/s320/DSCN1440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526967803485996354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now, i know tolerance is usually a good thing. but i have suspected for some time now, that kaye's stomach/nausea problems stem from a food allergy-possibly gluten. she has been checked for EVERY other stomach and digestive disorder by many doctors. they have basically found no reason for her problems besides anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLO8hE1j4nI/AAAAAAAABE4/yMJtZF8Om0k/s1600/DSCN1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLO8hE1j4nI/AAAAAAAABE4/yMJtZF8Om0k/s320/DSCN1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526968444133827186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that said, we are now embarking on a gluten free adventure. the more i read about celiac disease and gluten intolerance, the more i found that i had many of the symptoms as well. so kaye and i are both going gluten free for one month to see if it makes any difference. i suspect that we may have to cut out dairy products also. sad faces here, we both LOVE cheese!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLO8yX89VoI/AAAAAAAABFA/EHp8Dv6Nv7A/s1600/DSCN1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLO8yX89VoI/AAAAAAAABFA/EHp8Dv6Nv7A/s320/DSCN1441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526968741322905218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but if that's what it takes for my oldest gal to live a normal life free of pain, then that's what it takes! i would be most grateful for any tips, advice and information that anyone may have for this lifestyle. i know this will be difficult, but in the words of the little engine that could-&lt;br /&gt;i think i can, i think i can, i think i can.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. that there are many naturally gluten free foods&lt;br /&gt;2. that gluten free pretzels exist- not bad, not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;3. that a change in diet may possibly cure kaye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-449279985702581688?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/449279985702581688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/gluten-we-wont-tolerate-it.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/449279985702581688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/449279985702581688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/gluten-we-wont-tolerate-it.html' title='gluten- we won&apos;t tolerate it!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TLO77yPNxUI/AAAAAAAABEw/SU38OYUGnwg/s72-c/DSCN1440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-7230022895128728942</id><published>2010-10-08T16:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T16:56:54.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>heaven help us, he's three!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-OR02ncaI/AAAAAAAABEg/8qOAQ7bD85M/s1600/DSCN1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-OR02ncaI/AAAAAAAABEg/8qOAQ7bD85M/s400/DSCN1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525791704703529378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today is t.willie's birthday. he's three. i just hope his third year goes better than his mother's third year. she was the most difficult, headstrong, stubborn, strong-willed, obstinate, determined, cantankerous, persistent, intelligent, clever and independent child that ever was in the history of EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-TQh529wI/AAAAAAAABEo/fwTOgrKgZp8/s1600/DSCN1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-TQh529wI/AAAAAAAABEo/fwTOgrKgZp8/s320/DSCN1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525797179995125506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-N-rHjJeI/AAAAAAAABEY/HaRn8OyR0_s/s1600/DSCN1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-N-rHjJeI/AAAAAAAABEY/HaRn8OyR0_s/s320/DSCN1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525791375672681954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still say, she was lucky to survive that third year. she was awful. she made me cry. she made me pull out my hair. she made me bang my head on hard surfaces. she made me forget my name and dribble my soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-NmANz0uI/AAAAAAAABEQ/4yvosdQ4YyI/s1600/DSCN1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-NmANz0uI/AAAAAAAABEQ/4yvosdQ4YyI/s320/DSCN1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525790951839355618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;however, she is still a lot of those adjectives, but in a good way. in fact, i am pretty darn proud to be her mother. and now, t.w. shows signs of being even more so of all those things than her. pray for us. pray long and hard, cuz we're gonna need all the help we can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-ND3dQ1lI/AAAAAAAABEI/9V0JsyhXz1g/s1600/DSCN1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-ND3dQ1lI/AAAAAAAABEI/9V0JsyhXz1g/s320/DSCN1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525790365372700242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for all the wonderful, awful kids on the face of the earth. amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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three!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TK-OR02ncaI/AAAAAAAABEg/8qOAQ7bD85M/s72-c/DSCN1544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6861419526027787274</id><published>2010-10-06T18:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:46:57.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>now he knows his abc's</title><content type='html'>t.willie singing his abc's. he knows the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(you will have to turn up your computer volume, as the sound is very low...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6e435bf1e0fadb2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-he-knows-his-abcs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6861419526027787274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6861419526027787274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/now-he-knows-his-abcs.html' title='now he knows his abc&apos;s'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5939694032932553641</id><published>2010-10-05T19:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:37:50.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he's bloody brilliant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvR-oSHHRI/AAAAAAAABD4/X7orhnOy6CY/s1600/DSCN1164_Bw_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvR-oSHHRI/AAAAAAAABD4/X7orhnOy6CY/s400/DSCN1164_Bw_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524740241795521810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have i told you all about my british grandson? yes, well, t.willie has been strongly influenced by the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kipper_the_Dog"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kipper the dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;program. it is a children's program based on a children's book series. t.w. LOVES this show! and as far as kid's shows go, it is great. it's quiet, gentle and teaches about friendship in a fun way. he has several of the videos but has never seen it as a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvRjpAOcFI/AAAAAAAABDw/MiZuPq_Ldxw/s1600/Kipper-Fun-In-The-Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvRjpAOcFI/AAAAAAAABDw/MiZuPq_Ldxw/s320/Kipper-Fun-In-The-Sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524739778132471890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it just warms my heart when i hear t.w giggling while watching it. but a strange side-effect of his kipper habit is the use of british terms and words. like, he'll be using a toy-maybe a ball, and he'll hand it over to me and say "you have a go, gammie." or when he's about to race the dog down the hallway, he'll say "ready, steady, GO!!" or "that's brilliant, pop!" when he sees bilbo sharpen a stick for marshmallows. he also likes to use the british words for items- such as saying torch instead of flashlight, or spade instead of shovel. the kid cracks us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvRYNBdC4I/AAAAAAAABDo/fJUn7sewyK4/s1600/Kipper-Friendship-Tails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvRYNBdC4I/AAAAAAAABDo/fJUn7sewyK4/s320/Kipper-Friendship-Tails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524739581642869634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, and if you ask him a question that he doesn't know the answer to, he says "i dunno" with a really great british accent. too funny. hey, maybe i could teach him to say "pip pip cheerio"! hmm......... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvSplDa92I/AAAAAAAABEA/p9Nu_BhE0XQ/s1600/Kipper-Water-Play.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvSplDa92I/AAAAAAAABEA/p9Nu_BhE0XQ/s320/Kipper-Water-Play.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524740979662976866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. for blue skies&lt;br /&gt;2. for another campfire this evening&lt;br /&gt;3. for my wacky wonderful grandson- t.willie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5939694032932553641?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5939694032932553641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/hes-bloody-brilliant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5939694032932553641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5939694032932553641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/hes-bloody-brilliant.html' title='he&apos;s bloody brilliant'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKvR-oSHHRI/AAAAAAAABD4/X7orhnOy6CY/s72-c/DSCN1164_Bw_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5151028298477814917</id><published>2010-10-03T19:07:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:26:19.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campfire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><title type='text'>fire up the family fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKksbNn094I/AAAAAAAABDY/9T2mSdGcjBM/s1600/DSCN1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKksbNn094I/AAAAAAAABDY/9T2mSdGcjBM/s320/DSCN1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523995263971424130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saturday, we cleared some stuff out of the shed and sold most of it in an impromptu yard sale on the front lawn. gone went t.willie's crib, stroller, car seat, high chair and some toys. gone went an old desk and chair, a dog kennel, an animal trap, a set of old, used book cases bilbo had gotten from someone and a few more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, bilbo dug out a tent he had bought from a friend last year. we had never opened it and looked at it. so, with the "help" of t.willie, we set it up out back. it's a great coleman tent that had never been used. t.w. LOVED it! he had to go inside and check it out right away. he liked all the zippers on the windows and door. he spent some time rolling back and forth across the floor. he also spent some time running around the outside and looking in each window at us. having the tent up inspired us to have a bonfire, so we planned one for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, last night, we had a good old-fashioned wienie roast here at the hellhole.  i had gotten the provisions earlier in the day- hot dogs, buns, long-handles forks and the makins' for smores. bilbo came home with a surprise fire pit. we'd been wanting one for a long time. the whole fam was psyched, already tasting those fire roasted hot dogs in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkkheOJ0xI/AAAAAAAABCg/eSoQISciBvs/s1600/1002101837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkkheOJ0xI/AAAAAAAABCg/eSoQISciBvs/s320/1002101837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523986575413334802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkgAx7MbgI/AAAAAAAABCI/JbgfgYiIdWE/s1600/DSCN1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkgAx7MbgI/AAAAAAAABCI/JbgfgYiIdWE/s320/DSCN1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523981615720328706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKklPyjKakI/AAAAAAAABCo/xAtqMwKOukk/s1600/1002101836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKklPyjKakI/AAAAAAAABCo/xAtqMwKOukk/s320/1002101836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523987371144145474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKklznS0dgI/AAAAAAAABCw/QHkFb8RoZDQ/s1600/DSCN1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKklznS0dgI/AAAAAAAABCw/QHkFb8RoZDQ/s320/DSCN1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523987986598098434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkmZU5pDdI/AAAAAAAABC4/nGRXPBhEIAQ/s1600/1002101835b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkmZU5pDdI/AAAAAAAABC4/nGRXPBhEIAQ/s320/1002101835b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523988634495684050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please note all the flattering mid-chewing shots!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not sure what kaye is doing-shooing away a bug or maybe practicing her miss america wave- you decide&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the sky all day had been clear and blue, so we knew it was going to be a beautiful evening. we had all gotten our plates full and sat down to eat, just as clouds starting moving over and the wind picked up! ugh! the fire flitted and sparked, but it was very cozy. before we could finish eating, the clouds had moved on and a million starts came out-yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkrPkLhkII/AAAAAAAABDQ/2K8NLrQP2tc/s1600/DSCN1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkrPkLhkII/AAAAAAAABDQ/2K8NLrQP2tc/s320/DSCN1505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523993964356669570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkgVJ67FVI/AAAAAAAABCQ/wk9JSXHm7eA/s1600/DSCN1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkgVJ67FVI/AAAAAAAABCQ/wk9JSXHm7eA/s320/DSCN1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523981965759026514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the food, tasted so good and even though we were full, we had to have smores to finish off the meal. (i had two!) elle suddenly said she saw a shooting star and so we started looking for them. soon bilbo said he had seen one too. then elle got the idea to lay a sleeping bag out on the grass and lie down to stargaze. picture me, bilbo, t.w and elle all laying there(kaye had gone in) like sardines with another sleeping bag spread out over us. it was very cozy! t.w. kept saying, "this is too much fun!" it was really great to have a family evening together, spending time outside, laughing and having a good time. we rarely do that. and if t.willie has anything to say about it, i think we will be having more evenings like that one in the months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkqgWKlpRI/AAAAAAAABDI/G7JsorIga3A/s1600/1002101920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKkqgWKlpRI/AAAAAAAABDI/G7JsorIga3A/s320/1002101920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523993153140794642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it WAS too much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;(i apologize for the poor quality of some of the pics. it was hard to get my camera to adjust to the dusk light and some pics were taken with bilbo's camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for family&lt;br /&gt;2. for fallish evenings&lt;br /&gt;3. for food eaten outdoors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5151028298477814917?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5151028298477814917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/fire-up-family-fun.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5151028298477814917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5151028298477814917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/fire-up-family-fun.html' title='fire up the family fun'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKksbNn094I/AAAAAAAABDY/9T2mSdGcjBM/s72-c/DSCN1482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-2430819659203777086</id><published>2010-09-30T19:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:37:23.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yarn bombing'/><title type='text'>it's a wrap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://poppytalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-book-yarn-bombing.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKU4ikgJr5I/AAAAAAAABB4/gwn2AQ1rAGA/s320/lacefence.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522882684605018002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poppytalk.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-book-yarn-bombing.html"&gt;photo source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, have you heard about yarn bombing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently it's all the rage all around the world. wikipedia describes the practice as : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a type of graffiti or street art that employs colorful displays of knitted or crocheted cloth rather than paint or chalk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a news video about a group in denver called &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ladiesfancyworksociety.com/"&gt;the ladies fancywork society&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" salign="l" flashvars="&amp;amp;titleAvailable=true&amp;amp;playerAvailable=true&amp;amp;searchAvailable=false&amp;amp;shareFlag=N&amp;amp;singleURL=http://kwgn.vidcms.trb.com/alfresco/service/edge/content/6543d04e-8c5f-4847-ad27-138dfb2bbdf6&amp;amp;propName=kwgn.com&amp;amp;hostURL=http://www.2thedeuce.com&amp;amp;swfPath=http://kwgn.vid.trb.com/player/&amp;amp;omAccount=tribglobal&amp;amp;omnitureServer=2thedeuce.com" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" menu="true" name="PaperVideoTest" bgcolor="#ffffff" devicefont="false" wmode="transparent" scale="showall" loop="true" play="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://kwgn.vid.trb.com/player/PaperVideoTest.swf" width="300" align="middle" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://knitthecity.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKUz2-SeecI/AAAAAAAABBo/58NvMxQs5m0/s320/yarncrossing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522877537566226882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://knitthecity.com/"&gt;photo source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the idea is that, while painted graffiti is damaging and permanent, yarn bombing is non-damaging and temporary. some projects are large, such as this bus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magdasayeg.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKU3bpJK18I/AAAAAAAABBw/FtDcogWjc0U/s320/yarnbus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522881466080090050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magdasayeg.com/home.html"&gt;photo source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most are small, like this pole:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artyarn.blogspot.com/2010/05/yarn-bombing-sounds-from-other-city.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKU5oWV4PCI/AAAAAAAABCA/8HJNWxG6_-4/s320/yarnpole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522883883394677794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://artyarn.blogspot.com/2010/05/yarn-bombing-sounds-from-other-city.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a group of texas bloggers claim to have started the craze when trying to find creative ways to use their leftover and unfinished projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theowlerychronicles.wordpress.com/2010/06/24/yarn-bombing/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKUx1e9E8yI/AAAAAAAABBg/V3-TCAK-rfk/s320/phonebooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522875312951849762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theowlerychronicles.wordpress.com/2010/06/24/yarn-bombing/"&gt;photo source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter where it came from, i think it's pretty cool!! check out each link to learn more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-2430819659203777086?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2430819659203777086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-wrap.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2430819659203777086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2430819659203777086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-wrap.html' title='it&apos;s a wrap!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKU4ikgJr5I/AAAAAAAABB4/gwn2AQ1rAGA/s72-c/lacefence.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3098653109449782032</id><published>2010-09-27T21:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:43:31.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>copy CAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFVzKMgOrI/AAAAAAAABBY/gr446jXhh4I/s1600/DSCN1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFVzKMgOrI/AAAAAAAABBY/gr446jXhh4I/s320/DSCN1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521788955531426482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the other morning, t.willie tipped this chair over, climbed into the legs and said "take my picture gammie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFVe9lZf2I/AAAAAAAABBQ/J_uuq19hle0/s1600/DSCN1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFVe9lZf2I/AAAAAAAABBQ/J_uuq19hle0/s320/DSCN1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521788608548798306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFVHNQB54I/AAAAAAAABBI/EUFIu3c0TkU/s1600/DSCN1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFVHNQB54I/AAAAAAAABBI/EUFIu3c0TkU/s320/DSCN1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521788200437278594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a short while later, i came into the room and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFUtEUfCPI/AAAAAAAABBA/7B5i71rS7So/s1600/DSCN1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFUtEUfCPI/AAAAAAAABBA/7B5i71rS7So/s320/DSCN1473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521787751363447026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for the return of soup weather- we had split pea with ham tonight&lt;br /&gt;2. for warranties on appliances- have to get a replacement part for my washing machine (that we bought in APRIL!)&lt;br /&gt;3. for a husband with which to be goofy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3098653109449782032?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3098653109449782032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/copy-cat.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3098653109449782032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3098653109449782032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/copy-cat.html' title='copy CAT'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TKFVzKMgOrI/AAAAAAAABBY/gr446jXhh4I/s72-c/DSCN1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4773213834952894424</id><published>2010-09-22T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:52:51.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain, oh the pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJqyo37Ik9I/AAAAAAAABA4/FBC8kH4fStA/s1600/Stiff+Neck+and+Shoulders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJqyo37Ik9I/AAAAAAAABA4/FBC8kH4fStA/s400/Stiff+Neck+and+Shoulders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519920708572451794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning totally unable to move my head without a whole lotta bad bad bad pain. it hurt, it really hurt! kaye called her chiropractor and got me in. the doctor assessed the situation and declared "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow! i haven't seen a neck this bad in a long time&lt;/span&gt;." yeah, i am an overachiever. anyway, i came home and had still been in about the same condition until five o'clock, when i remembered i had percocet left over from my recent oral surgery. i took one and laid down for a couple hours. here it is 8:40 and i feel A LOT better! i have quite a bit more movement and quite a bit&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; less&lt;/span&gt; pain. YAY percocet!!!! man, i wished i had thought of it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt; ago! anyhoo, i plan on feeling much better by tomorrow, and crossing "stiff neck" off my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for prescription drugs (sometimes!)&lt;br /&gt;2. for kaye and bilbo in picking up the slack&lt;br /&gt;3. for homemade 'smores, which have NOTHING to do with the above story, but i'm thankful for them, nontheless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4773213834952894424?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4773213834952894424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/pain-oh-pain.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4773213834952894424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4773213834952894424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/pain-oh-pain.html' title='the pain, oh the pain'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJqyo37Ik9I/AAAAAAAABA4/FBC8kH4fStA/s72-c/Stiff+Neck+and+Shoulders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-7161379403708103910</id><published>2010-09-20T12:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:28:21.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wish this lady a happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJenkPZTUoI/AAAAAAAABAw/i4exUcIh1tA/s1600/kis+cam+pics+458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJenkPZTUoI/AAAAAAAABAw/i4exUcIh1tA/s400/kis+cam+pics+458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519064109415617154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today, september 20th, is my mom's (susan's) birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please visit &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://suzulasez.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; and wish her a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-7161379403708103910?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7161379403708103910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/wish-this-lady-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7161379403708103910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/7161379403708103910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/wish-this-lady-happy-birthday.html' title='wish this lady a happy birthday'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJenkPZTUoI/AAAAAAAABAw/i4exUcIh1tA/s72-c/kis+cam+pics+458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6532016159433115954</id><published>2010-09-15T11:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:57:44.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he's a trip, but he's no vacation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJEGssRpVQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Z8nxWXlEGAw/s1600/DSCN1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJEGssRpVQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Z8nxWXlEGAw/s400/DSCN1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517198383374750978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trips:&lt;br /&gt;1) so the other day, i had put t.willie down for a nap and settled in to snooze, myself. after a few minutes, i heard him playing. i went in and put him back in bed and told him firmly to go to sleep. a few minutes later, i heard him again. i repeated my instructions and told him if he got out of bed again, he would get a spanking. all was quiet for about 25 minutes and i assumed he was sleeping. suddenly, i heard his door opening and i was getting ready to get real mad, when he said, "gammie, it's bue-full day out! get up, get up!" oh my freakin' heck, how can you be mad at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) we put up a baby gate at the end of our hallway every night, to keep the dog out of trouble. this morning, t.w. was standing at it, planning to crawl under it but buster was on the other side in his way. i heard him say "hup, two, free, four-go away buster!" he kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) this morning,t.w. emptied his toy box and put his pillow and a blanket down in it. he called me to his room and as he climbed in and curled up, he told me to cover him. so i got a blanket and started to tuck him in. "no, no gammie", he said "make me poof!" so then i realized he wanted me to cover the toy box itself. i said "poof, you're gone!!" and a little boy giggle came from under the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJEIyVbfM1I/AAAAAAAABAY/xi9h6AbUixo/s1600/DSCN0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJEIyVbfM1I/AAAAAAAABAY/xi9h6AbUixo/s400/DSCN0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517200679344485202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no vacation:&lt;br /&gt;just before lunch, kaye told t.willie to pick up all his toys and put them back in his toy box. she gave him 10 minutes and i set the timer. he went in his room but didn't seem to be in any hurry to do the job. so kaye told him that when the timer went off, any toys left on the floor would go to another little boy. this did seem to worry t.w. a bit and he picked up a toy fishing net and started putting small items into it. he then dumped them into a container. then he filled the net again and before he could dump it in the toy box, he noticed some waffle blocks and started building with them. kaye impressed on him the need to hurry as the clock was ticking. he said "stop ticking clock", but still didn't put anything else away. meanwhile, i noticed the timer was on three minutes, so i added three more. there was still a huge pile of toys in the middle of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, after adding more minutes to the timer many times, it did finally beep and kaye put all the toys into a box, all the while t.w. was bawling and pleading and carrying on. as she attempted to go out the door to put it in her car, t.w. was clinging to her pant leg and screaming "no, mama, i'm sorry, no NOOOOOOOOO!" well, you get the idea. i took him and wiped his snotty nose and reminded him that he had plenty of time to do the job and plenty of warning of the consequences. he did eventually calm down and i thought he had forgotten all about it. i was at the sink washing dishes when he came over and hugged me. looking up he said, "gammie, will you help me get my toys out of mama's car?" oh, holy moly! somebody help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. for that crazy little boy who sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drives&lt;/span&gt; me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;2. for the really cool spider who made his web just outside my window&lt;br /&gt;3. that my vow to not eat any fast food this month has not been a problem and i don't even miss it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6532016159433115954?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6532016159433115954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/hes-trip-but-hes-no-vacation.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6532016159433115954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6532016159433115954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/hes-trip-but-hes-no-vacation.html' title='he&apos;s a trip, but he&apos;s no vacation!!'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TJEGssRpVQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Z8nxWXlEGAw/s72-c/DSCN1419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5973893638629916496</id><published>2010-09-13T07:41:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:58:36.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a FAIRly great time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4snopFXFI/AAAAAAAABAA/aHTJZSdmR1A/s1600/DSCN1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4snopFXFI/AAAAAAAABAA/aHTJZSdmR1A/s400/DSCN1363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516395653011692626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we took t.willie to the fair friday night. he was entranced! he looked all around him as we entered the gate and a big smile lit up his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4rOs3IxJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gEnRWQXTRKw/s1600/DSCN1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4rOs3IxJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/gEnRWQXTRKw/s320/DSCN1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516394125136020626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4rtFRH_CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/J9kkRYXWF9g/s1600/DSCN1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4rtFRH_CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/J9kkRYXWF9g/s320/DSCN1354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516394647083547682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we walked around for awhile, checking out the classic cars, motorcycles and tractors, the petting zoo, the steam engine and the poultry house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the petting zoo was fun, lotsa cute little animals and t.w. had to pet each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4k1EdTgJI/AAAAAAAAA-o/-lTYNYCn8J0/s1600/DSCN1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4k1EdTgJI/AAAAAAAAA-o/-lTYNYCn8J0/s320/DSCN1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516387087723757714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(oh yeah, bilbo and t.w. had matching tee shirts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4li_6Z_0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/vQ6eNR4JTBM/s1600/DSCN1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4li_6Z_0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/vQ6eNR4JTBM/s320/DSCN1351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516387876777623362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t.w. loved the roosters and chickens! ( i have to admit, i like them too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4jbiwenMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/XjV_xajPfEc/s1600/DSCN1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4jbiwenMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/XjV_xajPfEc/s320/DSCN1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516385549669014722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i would think a young kid would think they were kinda scary. they were very LOUD and very active, sticking their heads out of their cages. but he was really interested in them and asked us all kinds of questions. we had to  watch him closely because he wanted to pet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4j_QWJIwI/AAAAAAAAA-g/JYylTRkVBMc/s1600/DSCN1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4j_QWJIwI/AAAAAAAAA-g/JYylTRkVBMc/s320/DSCN1358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516386163202007810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there were also many rabbits that had t.w. all excited, as some of them resembled cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the steam engine also interested him and bilbo had to explain what it was doing and what it was for. t.w. took it all in. after that, we ate at the rescue squad booth, then headed over to the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4s_q-BOcI/AAAAAAAABAI/oXDS_M2LgTk/s1600/DSCN1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4s_q-BOcI/AAAAAAAABAI/oXDS_M2LgTk/s320/DSCN1390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516396065953233346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we did a loop, just looking at what was there and showing t.willie what he could ride. to say he was excited is a big understatement! he was just gazing all around him at the lights and the people and all the activity. it was really fun to watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4mP1RVutI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ipY28qK8nPA/s1600/DSCN1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4mP1RVutI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ipY28qK8nPA/s320/DSCN1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516388647015135954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(no, he's not picking his nose! he's studying the helicopter.)&lt;br /&gt;the most fun was when we came upon a helicopter on the ground. they were giving rides and as we watched, a man and his son got in and the helicopter went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4nFfeW58I/AAAAAAAAA_A/PoEqCkoW0Ho/s1600/DSCN1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4nFfeW58I/AAAAAAAAA_A/PoEqCkoW0Ho/s320/DSCN1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516389568877094850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4nrlYzvBI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Lew4rnCu1UM/s1600/DSCN1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4nrlYzvBI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Lew4rnCu1UM/s320/DSCN1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516390223299460114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as it started moving over us, t.w. started running as if to chase it and he was shouting "guys, you see dat? guys, hey guys!!!" something like that, he was REALLY excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4ox4cRKtI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/fR6KVNtcbhs/s1600/DSCN1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4ox4cRKtI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/fR6KVNtcbhs/s320/DSCN1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516391431005088466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as for the other rides, he finally decided he would ride the merry-go-round if i would go with him. we gave our tickets and picked out our horse. t.w. was smiling at first as we were waiting for it to start. but the longer it took, the more unsure he became. he tried to bail out but i held on to him, telling him just wait, he'd love it. as the ride started moving, he got a little concerned. but when he realized the horse just went up and down as the merry-go-round turned, he relaxed and really got into it. he'd wave to kaye and bilbo as we whizzed by and was grinning and giggling happily. he said "gammie, this is fun!" we went on the ride two more times, and each time, he insisted i go with him, no one else. i guess it's our signature ride! at one point, as the ride went faster, he turned around to the other riders and yelled "guys, it's windy! it's windy guys!!" he kills me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4p0nFSjnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/O2QeFF68uOI/s1600/DSCN1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4p0nFSjnI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/O2QeFF68uOI/s320/DSCN1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516392577396543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4qdyoJqgI/AAAAAAAAA_g/1XzSd3ViMsQ/s1600/DSCN1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4qdyoJqgI/AAAAAAAAA_g/1XzSd3ViMsQ/s320/DSCN1394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516393284870187522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there were other rides t.w. wanted to go on, but when he realized he'd have to go alone, he decided not to. he had a ball just walking around and watching the other kids having fun. my mom and dad joined us at one point and we had ice cream and funnel cake. soon after that, it was time to go. even though he was exhausted, t.w. left unwillingly! he LOVED the fair! and so did we! nothing like seeing the world through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for simple pleasures&lt;br /&gt;2. for family&lt;br /&gt;3. for funnel cake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5973893638629916496?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5973893638629916496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/fairly-great-time.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5973893638629916496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5973893638629916496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/fairly-great-time.html' title='a FAIRly great time'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TI4snopFXFI/AAAAAAAABAA/aHTJZSdmR1A/s72-c/DSCN1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6023954424023591515</id><published>2010-09-07T16:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:01:25.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dish soap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>squeaky clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIbPBNWc_BI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Vj3bp9B_aqo/s1600/DSCN1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIbPBNWc_BI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Vj3bp9B_aqo/s320/DSCN1327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514322413432405010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, today, after grocery shopping, i was sitting at the table eating lunch. i hadn't finished putting things away, and there on the table in front of me was this bottle of dish soap*. what caught my eye were the words "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drug facts&lt;/span&gt;". wait...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drug facts&lt;/span&gt;?? on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dish soap&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this had my attention. apparently triclosan .10 % is the heavy drug in this particular bottle of dish soap. (ah, triclosan, i think i remember getting high on that in high school.)  according to wikipedia, triclosan  is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a potent wide spectrum antibacterial and antifungal agent. It is a polychloro phenoxy phenol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;polychloro phenoxy phenol? &lt;/span&gt;i LOVE  that!!! try saying that three times fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i read more. the warnings reminded the consumer to use for external use only and to get medical help if swallowed...or follow with a dirty dish chaser. hahaha i kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIbPT3fIC-I/AAAAAAAAA-I/8TemJFomwYE/s1600/DSCN1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIbPT3fIC-I/AAAAAAAAA-I/8TemJFomwYE/s320/DSCN1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514322733980716002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the directions said- "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wash hands and rinse&lt;/span&gt;." wait wait wait!!!! wash HANDS?? i thought this was dish soap*!! so i turned the bottle around and read "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for sparkling dishes&lt;/span&gt;!" ok, nothing unusual here. but, no wait, down below all the labeled words, in very small, hard-to-see, white print, it says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hand soap&lt;/span&gt;". WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIbPo6797PI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/igKInU3-_Qw/s1600/DSCN1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIbPo6797PI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/igKInU3-_Qw/s320/DSCN1331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514323095684246770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now, i knew you could use dish soap as hand soap, but i didn't know that hand soap was also considered dish soap. i'm so confused. but you can bet i will look more closely at my groceries from now on! who knows what amazing facts i will uncover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for time spent ALOOOONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. for the awesomeness that is netflix&lt;br /&gt;3. for dark chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6023954424023591515?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6023954424023591515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-today-after-grocery-shopping-i-was.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6023954424023591515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6023954424023591515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-today-after-grocery-shopping-i-was.html' title='squeaky clean'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIbPBNWc_BI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Vj3bp9B_aqo/s72-c/DSCN1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3158480925475994283</id><published>2010-09-06T13:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:25:14.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good tidings of great joy...</title><content type='html'>...on this most auspicious of labor day holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a beautiful day here at the hellhole and a cook-out is planned for later.  that, followed by the gift exchange and an egg hunt, the usual labor day festivities, i guess. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIU-bWw_8UI/AAAAAAAAA94/CQjAcw6dDE4/s1600/fingerscrossed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIU-bWw_8UI/AAAAAAAAA94/CQjAcw6dDE4/s400/fingerscrossed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513881958473527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wanted to take this time to tell ya'll about my september month resolution. i have vowed to go the whole month- 30 days- fast-food free. yes, i know there are some of you who do not partake in such junky eating, but i do. oh, i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer, sonic drive-in had a buy one get one free shake special. we did indeed take advantage of this phenomenon...many times! i LOVE their peanut butter fudge shake, mmmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mcdonald's bacon egg and cheese (death) biscuit is another favorite. and it's also just too easy to grab some quick dollar menu junk when out shopping and running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know, i should know better! and i DO. i am actually quite knowledgeable about health and nutrition AND i am also overweight. so, yeah, i should know better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting NOW- well, starting september first-&lt;br /&gt;i did/do hearby vow and swear that i, aurorafedora/joannadanna, will not partake of and will turn down all items of food categorized as fast food til death we will part, for liberty and justice for all. amen. so mote it be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i said it. now you all know and maybe after these thirty days, i will&lt;br /&gt;a) save money&lt;br /&gt;b) feel better&lt;br /&gt;c) lose weight&lt;br /&gt;d) want to continue into the next month and the next month and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...wish me luck and willpower!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. that food is so bountiful as to make me overweight&lt;br /&gt;2. that my stomach issues can be the motivation to eat more healthfully&lt;br /&gt;3. that i have the knowledge to help me stop a bad habit&lt;br /&gt;* how's that for turning negatives into positives?!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3158480925475994283?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3158480925475994283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-tidings-of-great-joy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3158480925475994283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3158480925475994283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-tidings-of-great-joy.html' title='good tidings of great joy...'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIU-bWw_8UI/AAAAAAAAA94/CQjAcw6dDE4/s72-c/fingerscrossed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-8912480859025110561</id><published>2010-09-03T14:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:41:39.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little red</title><content type='html'>this is a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y54ABqSOScQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; video of tomas nilssonse of sweden.  it's of his school project to reinterpret a fairy tale. he chose little red riding hood.&lt;br /&gt;he surely ACED this assignment! i absolutely loved this-so creative!!&lt;br /&gt;(click on the youtube link or the van image, could not embed video) i hope you enjoy it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y54ABqSOScQ"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIFO1i62kCI/AAAAAAAAA9w/wwPCqrpFxJc/s400/lilred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512774100691882018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is his &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.tomas-nilsson.se/"&gt;personal website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today for:&lt;br /&gt;1. a bathroom near by...don't ask!&lt;br /&gt;2. the possibility of rain&lt;br /&gt;3. fall is in the air!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-8912480859025110561?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8912480859025110561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-red.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8912480859025110561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8912480859025110561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-red.html' title='little red'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TIFO1i62kCI/AAAAAAAAA9w/wwPCqrpFxJc/s72-c/lilred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4756920269496504223</id><published>2010-08-31T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:11:16.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>communication gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH1FtDwi35I/AAAAAAAAA9A/liSTsx5760I/s1600/dontpanic_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH1FtDwi35I/AAAAAAAAA9A/liSTsx5760I/s320/dontpanic_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511638159376703378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you may have noticed a lack of posts in the last week. sorry 'bout that. just have been very busy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) getting t.willie settled into preschool&lt;br /&gt;b) getting bilbo ready for his vacation&lt;br /&gt;c) getting around to those pesky house cleaning jobs that are not easy to do with a small "helper"&lt;br /&gt;and also&lt;br /&gt;d) just not much to blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH1By8tlXPI/AAAAAAAAA84/nlpFn50b5L0/s1600/DSCN1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH1By8tlXPI/AAAAAAAAA84/nlpFn50b5L0/s320/DSCN1289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633862517939442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but i did want to share with you a short conversation between t.w. and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: gammie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: t.willie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: yes, gammie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha he kills me!!  such a short attention span, he forgot he started the conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for the beautiful weather&lt;br /&gt;2. that when the "check engine" light lit up on my car, it didn't mean anything except that my gas cap was loose-yay!&lt;br /&gt;3. that t.w seems to like school pretty well, although he says "there's too much kids!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4756920269496504223?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4756920269496504223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/communication-gap.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4756920269496504223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4756920269496504223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/communication-gap.html' title='communication gap'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH1FtDwi35I/AAAAAAAAA9A/liSTsx5760I/s72-c/dontpanic_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-3681893326042292119</id><published>2010-08-23T20:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:51:52.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>underwear acrobat</title><content type='html'>ta da!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/THMj-zSSzNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DgONGzAp1eE/s1600/DSCN1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/THMj-zSSzNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DgONGzAp1eE/s320/DSCN1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508786331030047954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look ma, no hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/THMkO_nW6HI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DjhaSrvwcXs/s1600/DSCN1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/THMkO_nW6HI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DjhaSrvwcXs/s320/DSCN1232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508786609217529970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the flying dutchman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/THMlT5UDBrI/AAAAAAAAA8w/LMpOC3O_Vb4/s1600/DSCN1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/THMlT5UDBrI/AAAAAAAAA8w/LMpOC3O_Vb4/s320/DSCN1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508787792936896178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. unconventional photo ops&lt;br /&gt;2. cooler weather cooler weather cooler weather&lt;br /&gt;3. have i mentioned cooler weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/THMkf7I-T5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/_l4wHkNKfg4/s1600/DSCN1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-3681893326042292119?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3681893326042292119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/underwear-acrobat.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3681893326042292119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/3681893326042292119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/underwear-acrobat.html' title='underwear acrobat'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/THMj-zSSzNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DgONGzAp1eE/s72-c/DSCN1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4102977107841402793</id><published>2010-08-19T20:17:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:25:04.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upcycled'/><title type='text'>her new dress</title><content type='html'>365 Days. 365 New Outfits. 365 Dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the idea behind this chica's very cool blog, "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://newdressaday.wordpress.com/"&gt;new dress a day&lt;/a&gt;". several months ago, marisa lost her job. to help herself out of a rut, she decided to challenge herself with spending $1 a day, every day for a year to buy and remake a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3g2r9mS5I/AAAAAAAAA7w/tDS-mbldCTc/s1600/toga.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3g2r9mS5I/AAAAAAAAA7w/tDS-mbldCTc/s320/toga.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507305149462629266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;day 245&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's cute, she's perky and her accompanying anecdotes are really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is currently on day 263 and her upcycled frocks are pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge dress before &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3boPHEJFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ddxxkIyqTZY/s1600/hugedress1.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3boPHEJFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ddxxkIyqTZY/s320/hugedress1.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507299403641398354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge dress after &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3b8CN9jSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DoEzhYKkV6c/s1600/hugedress2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3b8CN9jSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DoEzhYKkV6c/s320/hugedress2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507299743778049314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink dress before  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3cbZhbnEI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/UNaVza1BxA8/s1600/pinkdress1.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3cbZhbnEI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/UNaVza1BxA8/s320/pinkdress1.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507300282609671234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink dress after &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3dBRshjBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Fg4p-qfgYL8/s1600/pinkdress2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3dBRshjBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Fg4p-qfgYL8/s320/pinkdress2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507300933343742994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last example-&lt;br /&gt;red, white and blue before &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3e0Vz4UmI/AAAAAAAAA7g/kmsZ7f4wtx4/s1600/rwb1.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3e0Vz4UmI/AAAAAAAAA7g/kmsZ7f4wtx4/s320/rwb1.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507302910133293666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red, white and blue after &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3fefZ4tpI/AAAAAAAAA7o/MGhB9c-EGDQ/s1600/rwb2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3fefZ4tpI/AAAAAAAAA7o/MGhB9c-EGDQ/s320/rwb2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507303634263127698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, check her out, she will inspire you to go ahead and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; that old bride's maid dress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and one last thing, take a gander at these two pics- the first one is my niece, kip and the second one is miss marisa above....they are possibly twin sisters of different mothers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3vakayZII/AAAAAAAAA74/TUzTJRGwz_A/s1600/innout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3vakayZII/AAAAAAAAA74/TUzTJRGwz_A/s320/innout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507321159075652738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3zlp8wibI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/nHkK19_wbZ0/s1600/dscf6293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3zlp8wibI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/nHkK19_wbZ0/s400/dscf6293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507325747585386930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. that the rain stopped&lt;br /&gt;2. that i get to torture my daughters any time i want&lt;br /&gt;3. that t.willie's bedtime is EARLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4102977107841402793?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4102977107841402793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/her-new-dress.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4102977107841402793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4102977107841402793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/her-new-dress.html' title='her new dress'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TG3g2r9mS5I/AAAAAAAAA7w/tDS-mbldCTc/s72-c/toga.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6709123533721392496</id><published>2010-08-17T18:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:26:37.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they grow up so fast (sniff sniff)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGsnPutkz1I/AAAAAAAAA64/V22EBuPkyys/s1600/DSCN1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGsnPutkz1I/AAAAAAAAA64/V22EBuPkyys/s400/DSCN1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506538120581271378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big day today- t.willie's first day of preschool. he was pretty excited but nothing like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;was! seriously, this grandma needed some time off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought all the supplies the school requested, the nap mat, the lunch box and he was ready to go...several weeks ago. it took him a while to understand "school would start SOON."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'd ask "when i go to school, gammie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, he saw me packing up his set of extra clothes for "emergencies", and asked me what i was doing. i told him they were his extra clothes for school. he thought about that for a few seconds then started running down the hallway as he said "i better get my mat and bwanket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you would think the excitement would have carried over to this morning, but NOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, he woke up too early, so that he was whiney about an hour after he got up. then, he refused to actually eat his breakfast, refused to wear what had been chosen for him- choosing instead, this bathing suit and ball cap ensemble.  then he stalled when i said it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGsmikWMn5I/AAAAAAAAA6w/EzDzLChEEuA/s1600/DSCN1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGsmikWMn5I/AAAAAAAAA6w/EzDzLChEEuA/s400/DSCN1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506537344704749458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i get him in the car, we arrive at school, and he sees all the other kids. he did look pretty interested...until we were about to go through the gate to the preschool area. he stopped short and told me "i'm not going in dare."  well, it was early, i didn't push it. i let him walk around a bit and peek  into the windows that looked into the basement-level rooms. when it was time to go in, i actually had to carry him because he was quickly moving in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGsl6kdx6DI/AAAAAAAAA6o/yItyfs8grfU/s1600/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGsl6kdx6DI/AAAAAAAAA6o/yItyfs8grfU/s400/DSCN1210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506536657541785650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGslsR_qDLI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Taz-1vwMwcY/s1600/DSCN1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGslsR_qDLI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Taz-1vwMwcY/s400/DSCN1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506536412065434802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;once inside his room, he realized that was the window we had looked into. he didn't pay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; attention to his teacher, ms. fannie, just checked out all the toys. as a couple more kids arrived, i thought he seemed to be relaxing a bit. so i took my cue from a mom who was kissing her boy good bye, to go. he kissed me, barely even looking at me, and that was it! he was totally fine- that's our boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. that t.w.'s first day went smoothly&lt;br /&gt;2. that you can still find a preschool for $10 a day&lt;br /&gt;3. that i will have two days a week to do what&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6709123533721392496?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6709123533721392496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-grow-up-so-fast-sniff-sniff.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6709123533721392496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6709123533721392496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-grow-up-so-fast-sniff-sniff.html' title='they grow up so fast (sniff sniff)'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGsnPutkz1I/AAAAAAAAA64/V22EBuPkyys/s72-c/DSCN1205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-457857441559688212</id><published>2010-08-13T20:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:21:59.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>friday funny</title><content type='html'>a cartoon, a joke and a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartoon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGX0oZ7-n0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/2ThH0TBSYMA/s1600/funny-cartoon-pictures-61.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGX0oZ7-n0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/2ThH0TBSYMA/s320/funny-cartoon-pictures-61.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505075094524698434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke- &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGX4nOnoxoI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/u-72cQCBLPU/s1600/kish-fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGX4nOnoxoI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/u-72cQCBLPU/s320/kish-fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505079472353232514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What did the fish say when he swam into the wall?&lt;br /&gt;Dam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story- &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGX36QNtmmI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yCDIvDvcSc0/s1600/DSCN1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGX36QNtmmI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/yCDIvDvcSc0/s320/DSCN1184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505078699687254626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t.willie was taking a bath yesterday. he was having a great time playing with lots of cups and scoops and a watering can. i was across the hallway checking email but would go check on him every few minutes, as he has strong urges to dump water on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point, he called me in there. i went in and asked him what he wanted. he pointed to a little cup of water setting on the side of the tub and said, "dat's my pee dare." i repeated, "that's your pee there?" "yeah", he proudly answered. i looked closer and saw that, indeed, the "water" was yellow. as i was reprimanding him and dumping  the offending liquid into the toilet, i could not help but picture him and the accuracy it took to execute the crime.....boys, ya gotta love 'em!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for gentle summer storms&lt;br /&gt;2. magazines in my mailbox&lt;br /&gt;3. boxed flavored noodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-457857441559688212?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/457857441559688212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-funny.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/457857441559688212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/457857441559688212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-funny.html' title='friday funny'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGX0oZ7-n0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/2ThH0TBSYMA/s72-c/funny-cartoon-pictures-61.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-2059694836168875805</id><published>2010-08-11T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:05:52.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fireflies in my stomach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002ECN4NM/ref=s9_simh_gw_p15_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0YW7B0AQCJ3ESYTX5AJD&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGNjeTn1mbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ajF8nu3xuZE/s400/owl-city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504352541891467698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my online pal, yael, wanted to know what new music i had discovered. i will, again, remind you all that i am not quite up with current trends and such. so this "new" music is actually a year old but it's new to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is fireflies by owl city...love the song, love the video...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuRGfAaju4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuRGfAaju4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out his other songs too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. air conditioning in my house&lt;br /&gt;2. air conditioning in my car&lt;br /&gt;3. air conditioning in the stores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-2059694836168875805?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2059694836168875805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/fireflies-in-my-stomach.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2059694836168875805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/2059694836168875805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/fireflies-in-my-stomach.html' title='fireflies in my stomach'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGNjeTn1mbI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ajF8nu3xuZE/s72-c/owl-city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6702245466050467521</id><published>2010-08-09T16:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:57:16.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dryer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowe&apos;s'/><title type='text'>the lowe's fairy returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGB5IgH2L_I/AAAAAAAAA50/uBPhwuSB-aQ/s1600/DSCN1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGB5IgH2L_I/AAAAAAAAA50/uBPhwuSB-aQ/s400/DSCN1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503531931615506418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's a bee-you-ti-full day in the neighborhood when the lowe's truck pulls into my driveway! as you may recall, our old, decrepit washing machine died in &lt;a href="http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/04/highs-and-lowes.html"&gt;april &lt;/a&gt;and the lowe's fairy brought us a new one. since the dryer held on a bit longer, it has not been replaced until today. and what a happy day it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other random news-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGB3s2_ePzI/AAAAAAAAA5k/g1sIGyyCcgI/s1600/DSCN1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGB3s2_ePzI/AAAAAAAAA5k/g1sIGyyCcgI/s400/DSCN1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503530357206433586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t.willie has finally realized he can climb out of his crib. i knew this day would come, but i have been dreading it. when you can no longer control kids, they start controlling you! yes, you can put them into bed but they can take themselves back out...damn! okay, he's almost three, i guess we'll just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of a visitor who came to the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to mr. cicada...yikes! i hate those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGB4i2BCRmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/AXza48blR6M/s1600/DSCN1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGB4i2BCRmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/AXza48blR6M/s400/DSCN1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503531284657489506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;1. my new dryer&lt;br /&gt;2. discovering new bands(music) to love&lt;br /&gt;3. restful(read "boring") weekends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6702245466050467521?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6702245466050467521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/lowes-fairy-returns.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6702245466050467521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6702245466050467521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/lowes-fairy-returns.html' title='the lowe&apos;s fairy returns'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TGB5IgH2L_I/AAAAAAAAA50/uBPhwuSB-aQ/s72-c/DSCN1161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-1786958343290842206</id><published>2010-08-04T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:27:11.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschooler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.willie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>the things he says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFoSjQKbuVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Ip39ZsW5nHI/s1600/DSCN1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFoSjQKbuVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Ip39ZsW5nHI/s400/DSCN1115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501730291629930834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.willie, like most preschoolers, says a lot of funny things. he is smart and he is observant and he hears &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, he and i were throwing a pillow at each other, just being silly. after a short while, he started throwing things off his mother's bed. when she asked him what he was doing, he laid down and said "clearing a spot, gammie wore me out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple days ago, t.w was whining and carrying on about something (or nothing!) and it was getting on my nerves. so i told him to stop his fake crying. he whined back at me "i can't stop my fake crying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, he and i went to the hospital to visit bilbo who is currently working there (doing construction). so i explained that this was a hospital and we were going to meet pop there. as t.w. and i were approaching the automatic glass doors, he looked upward and said with assurance, "this is the airport!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at my parents' house and animal planet was on tv. the story was about a three legged dog who had been taken in by a caring family. i said to t.w. "see, that dog is missing a leg. but he doesn't mind."&lt;br /&gt;and he thought for a few seconds and said "let's find him a leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. that the long, hot summer is coming to an end...i hope!&lt;br /&gt;2. for fresh corn on the cob&lt;br /&gt;3. that a funny little guy lives with me- i mean t.willie, not my honey, bilbo baggins! although i am glad he lives with me too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-1786958343290842206?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1786958343290842206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-he-says.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1786958343290842206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/1786958343290842206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-he-says.html' title='the things he says'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFoSjQKbuVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Ip39ZsW5nHI/s72-c/DSCN1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-801819536182397673</id><published>2010-08-02T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:12:48.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFcW-jKpXOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/m3qHjSDv5as/s1600/DSCN1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFcW-jKpXOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/m3qHjSDv5as/s400/DSCN1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500890733703945442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, a long long &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; ago, bilbo, the gals and i went to michigan at thanksgiving&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;. bilbo's mom was living there at this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;,  and we had never been. it was winter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, of course, and there was snow on the ground. when it came &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; for dinner, my mother-in-law had done the whole deal-thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i forgot to mention, that we had left thanksgiving day, after first eating dinner at my parents' house. we drove however many hours(i forget the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;) it took us to get to michigan, and the very next day ate that big dinner at my mother-in-law's! i gotta tell ya, i did not need another big meal at that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;! but it was yummy. she was, at that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;, as now, a very good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where this story is heading, is this... bilbo's mom had, at that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, a clock/radio/phone on her bedside table. i had said that i liked it and she said so did she. and she told us where she had gotten it and said that she thought they still had them. well, at that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, i was in the market for a new clock radio and i liked the idea of one with a phone attached. heck, you could tell the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, listen to music AND talk on the phone all at the same &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went and bought one and took it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; twenty one years and we are now talking current &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other evening, bilbo was getting ready for bed and was reaching for his sudoku book when he heard the radio on my clock/radio/phone come on. at this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, he called me into the room. he said it came on, played two lines of a song and then went off. i didn't believe him, as he has been known to bullshit from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. but i turned the radio on and it was playing the song he said he heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, weird, i know! but it got me thinking and i remembered that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, so long ago, that we had gone to michigan at thanksgiving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; and gotten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said, "remember that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt; we went to your mom's for thanksgiving?" he said "yeah." so i mentioned that the girls had been 5 and 3 at that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;, so it was like, 21 years ago. a good ripe age for a clock/radio/phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at my bed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; that night, i set my alarm and went to bed. the next morning, the alarm came on at the correct &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; and i turned it off. i laid back in bed to wake up a bit more and ten seconds later-BOOM! on came the radio again! i just laid there and giggled at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; time, thinking about our conversation the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i thought, i guess it's my clock/radio/phone's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; for a new alarm clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for appliances that stand the test of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time &lt;/span&gt;to reflect on the past&lt;br /&gt;3. for good&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;s with my honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-801819536182397673?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/801819536182397673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-about-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/801819536182397673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/801819536182397673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-about-time.html' title='it&apos;s about TIME'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFcW-jKpXOI/AAAAAAAAA5U/m3qHjSDv5as/s72-c/DSCN1112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-8750230162406854603</id><published>2010-07-29T20:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:28:55.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groom'/><title type='text'>and speaking of weddings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFIsJQDPSBI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bn-LjSBapTU/s1600/etsyweddin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFIsJQDPSBI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bn-LjSBapTU/s320/etsyweddin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499506632411793426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... here is an *etsy article about a&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/storque/handmade-life/handmade-weddings-in-the-moment-9515/"&gt; handmade wedding.&lt;/a&gt; not only did golriz and devon use many handmade and vintage items, but they have to be the happiest couple i have ever seen!! their wedding was the most unique, meaningful and joyous celebration i have ever witnessed (through their video)!!! it is twelve minutes and twenty seconds long, but watch it, you won't be sorry. i could watch it every day and not get tired of this couple's obvious zest for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are "doomed" to be happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for those of you who do not know what &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; is, it's a website where artists and crafters can sell their stuff. and also where you can find really cool vintage items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for brief glimpses into the happiness of others&lt;br /&gt;2. for laughter after tears&lt;br /&gt;3. for ice cream cones on a hot summer day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-8750230162406854603?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8750230162406854603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-speaking-of-weddings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8750230162406854603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8750230162406854603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-speaking-of-weddings.html' title='and speaking of weddings...'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFIsJQDPSBI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bn-LjSBapTU/s72-c/etsyweddin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-8316125578400808710</id><published>2010-07-28T19:00:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:52:52.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>the hottest wedding photos EVER- conclusion</title><content type='html'>oh, a-wedding we will go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDVf_Y3YtI/AAAAAAAAA38/0kV5bbcgEB4/s1600/DSCN1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDVf_Y3YtI/AAAAAAAAA38/0kV5bbcgEB4/s400/DSCN1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499129890587763410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know, it must seem to you that this wedding goes on and on, but really, it was only one afternoon. last post ended at the end of the ceremony. there was a newly married couple, smiles all around, much congratulations and, of course,  profuse sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the guests drove over to the church where the reception was being held, the bride, groom and i drove over to the groom's dad's house. he had just built a house on the edge of a bluff and the view was amazing. because of that, mel and erica wanted some pictures taken there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDRlMzhFNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HBrOK6sdIm0/s1600/DSCN1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDRlMzhFNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HBrOK6sdIm0/s400/DSCN1060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499125582042043602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDToOL2XvI/AAAAAAAAA3s/RUwbKNkIuXA/s1600/DSCN1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDToOL2XvI/AAAAAAAAA3s/RUwbKNkIuXA/s400/DSCN1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499127832975400690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDW0UhMwzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/rYbasmYRe5U/s1600/DSCN1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDW0UhMwzI/AAAAAAAAA4E/rYbasmYRe5U/s400/DSCN1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499131339368874802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to tell ya, i kept getting the urge to say "please don't lose your balance!" especially when they took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; pose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDYM0XrsDI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UTY9WewB7M8/s1600/DSCN1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDYM0XrsDI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UTY9WewB7M8/s400/DSCN1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499132859747381298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apparently they are captain morgan fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked over to the pond on the property for a few more shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDZGhFoWhI/AAAAAAAAA4U/uAdwjnx1wAs/s1600/DSCN1084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDZGhFoWhI/AAAAAAAAA4U/uAdwjnx1wAs/s400/DSCN1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499133851003804178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;after that, we went on to the reception.&lt;/span&gt; there were not many chances for good photos, but i did get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDb-sbpw4I/AAAAAAAAA4k/E-sRPF_95Dg/s1600/DSCN1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDb-sbpw4I/AAAAAAAAA4k/E-sRPF_95Dg/s400/DSCN1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499137015144891266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this...LOVE it!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDcWFY-KGI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7drRh9zJ99k/s1600/DSCN1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDcWFY-KGI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7drRh9zJ99k/s400/DSCN1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499137416981522530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outside, we took more family pictures and some "gal pal" shots, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDdqAnZxRI/AAAAAAAAA40/53yQiRj3-Bk/s1600/DSC05447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDdqAnZxRI/AAAAAAAAA40/53yQiRj3-Bk/s400/DSC05447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499138858808886546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, ok, i've tortured you enough. but...but....oh, just one more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDelGkxKEI/AAAAAAAAA48/Ld0-VJpt9Rw/s1600/DSC05433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDelGkxKEI/AAAAAAAAA48/Ld0-VJpt9Rw/s400/DSC05433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499139874020730946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awwww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-8316125578400808710?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8316125578400808710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/hottest-wedding-photos-ever-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8316125578400808710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/8316125578400808710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/hottest-wedding-photos-ever-conclusion.html' title='the hottest wedding photos EVER- conclusion'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFDVf_Y3YtI/AAAAAAAAA38/0kV5bbcgEB4/s72-c/DSCN1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5047263908691496882</id><published>2010-07-27T15:16:00.035-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:12:06.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>the hottest wedding photos EVER- part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9YSVGJ6II/AAAAAAAAA3E/QAAKhfD05No/s1600/DSC05449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9YSVGJ6II/AAAAAAAAA3E/QAAKhfD05No/s400/DSC05449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498710741966514306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, ok, where was i? oh yeah, i was busy bossing around parents and grandparents at a wedding. here are erica and her parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE8_-mODyPI/AAAAAAAAA0U/2XAuFtrTDfA/s1600/DSCN0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE8_-mODyPI/AAAAAAAAA0U/2XAuFtrTDfA/s320/DSCN0978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498684014686619890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about this time, the guys were going to put their boutonnieres on, when they realized there were no pins attached. a mad search for some kind of pins ensued, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a shot of mel holding the boutonniere bouquet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9BH-sEDtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Qf4W1hbDtuk/s1600/DSCN0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9BH-sEDtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Qf4W1hbDtuk/s320/DSCN0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498685275385368274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he looked very pretty, don't you think?! ok, on with the ceremony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took so long for the little flower girl, tina, to do her thing, that i was not prepared for the rest of the procession. everyone was busy looking at tina, they didn't turn around to see the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9CeCrBVZI/AAAAAAAAA0k/uQEW1d3I8Hs/s1600/DSCN1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9CeCrBVZI/AAAAAAAAA0k/uQEW1d3I8Hs/s320/DSCN1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498686753923487122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Cz14jN-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/sexTuImP7bo/s1600/DSCN1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Cz14jN-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/sexTuImP7bo/s320/DSCN1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498687128447694818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was no music or announcement- they just started coming. i did the best i could. but unfortunately, i didn't get very good shots of anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is an unflattering picture of elle (shh, don't tell her) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Dv0qTRkI/AAAAAAAAA00/oBU0zTOvYqs/s1600/DSCN1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Dv0qTRkI/AAAAAAAAA00/oBU0zTOvYqs/s320/DSCN1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498688158911645250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here came erica and her dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9EOXRQw2I/AAAAAAAAA08/P7V59jshx_c/s1600/DSCN1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9EOXRQw2I/AAAAAAAAA08/P7V59jshx_c/s320/DSCN1014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498688683597939554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her dad and her son walked her down the aisle, very sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9E3JiZUQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hB2opYLYUbk/s1600/DSCN1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9E3JiZUQI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hB2opYLYUbk/s320/DSCN1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498689384286343426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the before ceremony prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9GDiqTl0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/2zDF9pnWMfk/s1600/DSCN1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9GDiqTl0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/2zDF9pnWMfk/s320/DSCN1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498690696700467010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who gives this purty gal's hand in marriage? her mama and her daddy do, ya'll. yeah, that's not really how it went, but this is tennessee, it was something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9HXPKk0yI/AAAAAAAAA1U/EvRTcQ2Jaz8/s1600/DSCN1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9HXPKk0yI/AAAAAAAAA1U/EvRTcQ2Jaz8/s320/DSCN1020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498692134576116514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, that's a tiger on my baby girl's back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9H51SZeII/AAAAAAAAA1c/TBR_jvcJjrA/s1600/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9H51SZeII/AAAAAAAAA1c/TBR_jvcJjrA/s320/DSCN1021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498692728925026434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture is just too cute- curt holding best man, sam's, hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9JNZKE3CI/AAAAAAAAA1k/1BZHHHwlkSY/s1600/DSCN1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9JNZKE3CI/AAAAAAAAA1k/1BZHHHwlkSY/s320/DSCN1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498694164482939938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Mm9Zhu5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/2adaTG87mDg/s1600/DSCN1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Mm9Zhu5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/2adaTG87mDg/s320/DSCN1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498697902243036050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now, these next shots (and i'm not too proud to say it) were taken from the ground where i was crouching down at the bride's dad's feet. at one point, i was actually crawling along the ground to the other side of the aisle. i am&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9OAiJD0UI/AAAAAAAAA10/o_ak-4hsbw8/s1600/DSCN1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9OAiJD0UI/AAAAAAAAA10/o_ak-4hsbw8/s320/DSCN1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498699441114435906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9OoeAzRzI/AAAAAAAAA18/LwOAF3_dV0o/s1600/DSCN1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9OoeAzRzI/AAAAAAAAA18/LwOAF3_dV0o/s320/DSCN1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498700127200823090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Qft6GUBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/mteqEVFQvXQ/s1600/DSC05385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Qft6GUBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/mteqEVFQvXQ/s320/DSC05385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498702175872110610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do you mel? i do.&lt;br /&gt;do you erica? i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here comes the kiss. i love this shot. notice the smiles on elle and sam at the sides of the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Rg5yEp0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/yTfNjVhQ_e0/s1600/DSC05386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9Rg5yEp0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/yTfNjVhQ_e0/s400/DSC05386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498703295751169858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;folks, here are mr. and mrs. married people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9SSnUjG9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/B5Q7Xo30Je8/s1600/DSC05390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9SSnUjG9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/B5Q7Xo30Je8/s400/DSC05390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498704149788957650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9SnSqUeAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xaCwHgRQOR4/s1600/DSC05393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9SnSqUeAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xaCwHgRQOR4/s400/DSC05393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498704505020381186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bridal party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9WFn2A1LI/AAAAAAAAA20/-JD1vSY4wfA/s1600/DSC05402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9WFn2A1LI/AAAAAAAAA20/-JD1vSY4wfA/s400/DSC05402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498708324637529266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know this post was long and image heavy. but here is one more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9YEBlDxMI/AAAAAAAAA28/BB56eF0Ji8k/s1600/DSC05405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9YEBlDxMI/AAAAAAAAA28/BB56eF0Ji8k/s400/DSC05405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498710496209257666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm sorry, but i am proud of my pictures, so i will conclude tomorrow with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one more&lt;/span&gt; wedding photo post....promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5047263908691496882?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5047263908691496882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/hottest-wedding-photos-ever-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5047263908691496882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5047263908691496882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/hottest-wedding-photos-ever-part-2.html' title='the hottest wedding photos EVER- part 2'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE9YSVGJ6II/AAAAAAAAA3E/QAAKhfD05No/s72-c/DSC05449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-787848007409438629</id><published>2010-07-26T14:57:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:27:43.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>the hottest wedding photos EVER- part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4F5W1bcHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/MZsgTgwQ9ow/s1600/DSC05409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4F5W1bcHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/MZsgTgwQ9ow/s400/DSC05409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498338678006313074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, ok, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; weather&lt;/span&gt; was HOT, not so much the photos. as i stated on my last post, i was photographing a wedding this past saturday. i am not a photographer, just a serial picture taker. i was asked by elle's friends, mel and erica, to take pics at their wedding. they offered to pay me, so i said i would. (duh!) i was prepared, i did my research, i charged my batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..........i gotta tell ya, i earned every bit of that money!!! it was HOT! maybe the hottest day of summer so far. the outside wedding took place at the groom's grandparents' home. the ceremony was to take place in a partially shady spot under some trees, with a pond  and a pasture of cows in the background. very picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started taking shots inside as the bride-to-be was getting dressed. her mom and bridesmaid, (my elle), and two friends assisting. (the bad lighting and close quarters made photos a challenge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE3vZP_YCtI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kvTg0whX9-o/s1600/DSCN0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE3vZP_YCtI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kvTg0whX9-o/s320/DSCN0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498313937157360338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lacing up the back of the gown proved to be quite a challenge and also time-consuming. here is elle giving it her best effort:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE3wRJr5yKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-ChODoiMFdY/s1600/DSCN0912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE3wRJr5yKI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-ChODoiMFdY/s320/DSCN0912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498314897537747106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bridal party chose to all wear converse high top sneakers...gotta love the look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFHVxIA8-uI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cUjAfmRPHwQ/s1600/DSCN0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TFHVxIA8-uI/AAAAAAAAA5E/cUjAfmRPHwQ/s400/DSCN0949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499411659937872610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so after taking a few shots in "the dressing room", i went out into the living room and, in a roomful of people, asked for all the wedding guys (including two little ones) to follow me out back. it was really a rush to be bossing people around and having them listen unquestioningly!!  i took a few decent shots of the guys and sent them back into the air conditioning to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is mel in the front, erica's dad to the left and best man to the right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE3ygK07tZI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dRqTeN7pqqI/s1600/DSCN0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE3ygK07tZI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dRqTeN7pqqI/s320/DSCN0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498317354565350802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is mel, his 8 month old son and erica's son, curt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE30AhnROhI/AAAAAAAAAyE/uHoRRDM6ygI/s1600/DSCN0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE30AhnROhI/AAAAAAAAAyE/uHoRRDM6ygI/s320/DSCN0939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498319009949497874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after erica was all dressed, i pulled her and the gals outside for a couple shots.  here are erica, elle and their friend dee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE38fxd4VkI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tnb9AX-RftQ/s1600/DSCN0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE38fxd4VkI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tnb9AX-RftQ/s320/DSCN0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498328342874052162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE39Frx-46I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HDA707QIaww/s1600/DSCN0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE39Frx-46I/AAAAAAAAAzE/HDA707QIaww/s320/DSCN0981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498328994182783906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here is erica's son, cute curt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE3_xZPiJVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/NXdRJtBATwk/s1600/DSCN0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE3_xZPiJVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/NXdRJtBATwk/s320/DSCN0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498331944143955282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i continued to drink massive amounts of water, as i started pulling moms, dads and grandparents from the crowd. i was on a roll, playing the role, man! i would just say, i need you now and, boom, they were there ready to do my bidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is erica and her grandparents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4CXAnfoFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/OYRp9VN9-cg/s1600/DSCN0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4CXAnfoFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/OYRp9VN9-cg/s320/DSCN0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498334789391851602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erica and mel's grandparents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4C-tpIT6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/EzwmaFdLdL4/s1600/DSCN0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4C-tpIT6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/EzwmaFdLdL4/s320/DSCN0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498335471493205922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mel and his mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4D2uSL-YI/AAAAAAAAAzs/L8Usaad8_7o/s1600/DSCN0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4D2uSL-YI/AAAAAAAAAzs/L8Usaad8_7o/s320/DSCN0993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498336433738086786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's enough for today's post. you can click on any image to enlarge. i will have part two tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i will leave you with this photo of erica and her son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4FWqArydI/AAAAAAAAAz0/jik1TfQ2g7E/s1600/DSCN0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4FWqArydI/AAAAAAAAAz0/jik1TfQ2g7E/s320/DSCN0960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498338081858374098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-787848007409438629?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/787848007409438629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/hottest-wedding-photos-ever-part-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/787848007409438629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/787848007409438629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/hottest-wedding-photos-ever-part-1.html' title='the hottest wedding photos EVER- part 1'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TE4F5W1bcHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/MZsgTgwQ9ow/s72-c/DSC05409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5521954784405899742</id><published>2010-07-23T20:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:31:35.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>dearly beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/51770642/bird-cage-for-wedding-cards-shabby-chic"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TEpDVhHZBvI/AAAAAAAAAxg/2vO_l4D4yaQ/s320/cagey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497280332104795890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am going to a wedding tomorrow. actually, i was asked to be the photographer at the wedding tomorrow. i am just an amateur with a very amateur digital camera, but the bride and groom said they'd PAY me so...hey, tomorrow, i'm a wedding photographer!! my mama didn't raise no fool! well, actually, she did. have ya met my brother? hahaha kidding! just kidding!! no fools in our family tree. just monkeys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, it will be another scorcher tomorrow. 97 degrees again, lovely weather for an OUTSIDE wedding. and the ceremony is at 1:00 in the afternoon, peak baking hour!! i plan on wearing my dressiest bathing suit and sunhat. okay, not really but i wish i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;! me and heat don't like each other so wish me luck at not passing out long enough to take a few food pictures. hopefully, i will have some to show you next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click on photo to purchase that beautiful shabby chic bird cage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for my digital camera&lt;br /&gt;2. bottled water&lt;br /&gt;3. shade trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5521954784405899742?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5521954784405899742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/dearly-beloved.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5521954784405899742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5521954784405899742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/dearly-beloved.html' title='dearly beloved'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TEpDVhHZBvI/AAAAAAAAAxg/2vO_l4D4yaQ/s72-c/cagey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-5650141801274246925</id><published>2010-07-22T19:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:32:39.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>all's well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TEjw9x9VNLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zYfbiEZBnN8/s1600/smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TEjw9x9VNLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zYfbiEZBnN8/s400/smiling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496908289378956466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;i have had my oral surgery, my mother has had her "female" surgery and we are fine and dandy. i am very tired, i have nothing else to say tonight...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for positive outcomes&lt;br /&gt;2. for beautiful orange skies&lt;br /&gt;3. for my hubby...he's a keeper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-5650141801274246925?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5650141801274246925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/alls-well.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5650141801274246925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/5650141801274246925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/alls-well.html' title='all&apos;s well'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TEjw9x9VNLI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zYfbiEZBnN8/s72-c/smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4721891853217715016</id><published>2010-07-19T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:23:05.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>bike wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TET2vkkupGI/AAAAAAAAAxI/dd693LdgMiA/s1600/DSCN0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TET2vkkupGI/AAAAAAAAAxI/dd693LdgMiA/s400/DSCN0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495788742430860386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! but really, no cats were injured in the filming of this stunt! he just happened to lie down under the fallen bike. in fact, before i took the picture, his head was resting on the handle bars! goofy kitty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, there will be no post tomorrow as i will be having oral surgery and probably won't feel much like talking. blog talking, that is...or any talking, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know what i mean!! i do hope to be back in action on wednesday with another riveting post for all my loyal readers. don't worry, it won't be a play by play of my surgery!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. for easy summer suppers&lt;br /&gt;2. for friends made in the blogging world&lt;br /&gt;3. and also for friends made elsewhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-4721891853217715016?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4721891853217715016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/bike-wreck.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4721891853217715016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/4721891853217715016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/bike-wreck.html' title='bike wreck'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TET2vkkupGI/AAAAAAAAAxI/dd693LdgMiA/s72-c/DSCN0884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-6337159766524464179</id><published>2010-07-18T16:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:35:13.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they read minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TENyGSyNYSI/AAAAAAAAAw4/tDpLXiMKVps/s1600/DSCN0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TENyGSyNYSI/AAAAAAAAAw4/tDpLXiMKVps/s400/DSCN0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495361422769348898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have children, did you ever think they read your mind? when i was a young mother with a husband who was in the navy and seldom home, kaye and i had a special bond. this was before elle was born( and life got more hectic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would just be thinking a random thought, like "hmm, we haven't been to the library in awhile, maybe we'll go today." and within minutes, little two year old kaye would say "mama, we go libewy? i want lotsa books." it would blow me away. or i would be thinking i could really go for having grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch. and then she would ask for it. there was not any rational explanation for it, she just felt my vibe, man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened over and over. after elle came along, she would read my mind too, but not as often as kaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now one morning recently, i took the dog out  and noticed the first big tomato in my garden was ready to pick. i thought i'd wait til later when t.willie awoke and let him pick it. i went back inside and into t.w.'s room. he sat up and the very first words out of his mouth were "i pick a mato?" i said "what?!" and he repeated "i pick a mato, gammie?" so i repeated after him "you wanna pick a tomato?" he answered "yes." i just stood there amazed. how could you explain it? we were not in the habit of picking tomatoes yet, and certainly not first thing in the morning! freaky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a couple nights ago, bilbo told me this story... he and t.w. were riding over to my parent's house. bilbo saw a box turtle in the road and thought about stopping to show it to t.w. but then he noticed a car was right behind him so, he didn't say anything and just drove on. then, as they were returning home, at that spot in the road, bilbo  thought about the turtle and was glad to see it was not dead in the road. at that moment, t.willie said "wanna see turtle, pop." bilbo just looked at him and said "you wanna see a turtle?" "yeah", said t.w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do they do it? you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful:&lt;br /&gt;1. that they can't seem to read "dirty" minds!&lt;br /&gt;2. for sonic's two-for-one shakes&lt;br /&gt;3. tv shows that play online&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4337776237917329861-6337159766524464179?l=hellholediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6337159766524464179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-read-minds.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6337159766524464179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4337776237917329861/posts/default/6337159766524464179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellholediaries.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-read-minds.html' title='they read minds'/><author><name>aurorafedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13909970179869705861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TH2S2W_ARuI/AAAAAAAAA9I/r_IH6wJM32o/S220/minime-groovy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TENyGSyNYSI/AAAAAAAAAw4/tDpLXiMKVps/s72-c/DSCN0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4337776237917329861.post-4408129895615027869</id><published>2010-07-14T14:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:07:08.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a funny site that's FUNNY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TD4XwyjxGSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/vV-AVNZHnD8/s1600/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TD4XwyjxGSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/vV-AVNZHnD8/s320/candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493854722411534626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if you are a wannabe decorator like i am, you probably have perused a pottery barn catalog many a time. i save my catalogs and decorating magazines and reread them OVER and OVER. they are my bibles. and although i love the pottery barn catalogs, i do have to laugh at some of the room accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i am not the only one. i have come across a website/blog that pokes fun at these catalog pictures. it is called "&lt;a href="http://catalogliving.tumblr.com/"&gt;catalog living&lt;/a&gt;" and is described as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a look into the exciting lives of the people who live in your catalogs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i started reading the captions below the pictures, i just had to laugh! i have thought similar thoughts while looking at catalog photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few favorites: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click on the images to see a larger view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TD4Somtn4uI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Fq2G5yezX14/s1600/closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TD4Somtn4uI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Fq2G5yezX14/s320/closet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493849084234556130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While Gary and Elaine were in the kitchen getting popcorn, the brave yellow sweater attempted its escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TD4TYWVptPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wIkOrBbSY2M/s1600/not-mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TD4TYWVptPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wIkOrBbSY2M/s320/not-mine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493849904472765682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secretly, Gary had always wondered if all these children were indeed his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my #1 favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TD4UBYXlcLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hnyJ4Cdkvkc/s1600/fans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PDh-e9SaM_4/TD4UBYXlcLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hnyJ4Cdkvkc/s320/fans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_549
