<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566</id><updated>2011-11-24T22:49:02.980-06:00</updated><category term='rebirth'/><category term='hormones'/><category term='plans'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='grace'/><category term='small'/><category term='death'/><category term='elections'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='car tags'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='boys'/><category term='false prophets'/><category term='Hank Aaron'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='christian'/><category term='SJR0127'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='clarity'/><category 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are on of my favorite cookies and bring back such great memories of my mom in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; I loved helping her with them.&amp;nbsp; Rolling the balls into the cinnamon &amp;amp; sugar mixture and then placing them on the baking sheet.&amp;nbsp; They would come out a perfect circle and absolutely yummy!&amp;nbsp; That is behind my thoughts that this cake can not possibly be bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made the cakes and am waiting on them to cool.&amp;nbsp; Then it is on to the frosting.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I get some feedback on the taste I will post again and let you know all of the ins and outs of this "can't be not yummy" cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6197997017910565440?l=imbrium1212.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/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-790291268826045863</id><published>2011-02-21T10:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:07:30.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Maybe</title><content type='html'>So, once again I went to the box.&amp;nbsp; This time it was Pork Chop &amp;amp; Spanish Rice Bake.&amp;nbsp; I was looking forward to this one because I love pork chops.&amp;nbsp; Not as much as chicken, but it is a close second.&amp;nbsp; My only problem this time was that it was only going to be me and my husband for dinner.&amp;nbsp; The boys had other plans and were gone for most of the weekend.&amp;nbsp; So, my only test subject was a man who is not so fond of pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those Campbell soup one pot recipes which are really nice on an evening when you get home late and don't want to eat at 8 p.m.&amp;nbsp; My one suggestion is don't add the corn until last and mix everything together well before you add the corn.&amp;nbsp; This way the spices are not just sitting on top when you put the pork chops on.&amp;nbsp; I changed the directions below to reflect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys did come home later that evening and ate some.&amp;nbsp; So I did get a family result.&amp;nbsp; I was not that keen on it, the hubby and one boy liked it and the other boy liked the meat part but not the rice part.&amp;nbsp; I think I might make this again, but I don't think it is cookbook worthy.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, here's the recipe~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can (10 3/4 ounces) Campbells Condensed Tomato Soup&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen whole kernel corn&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup uncooked regular long grain white rice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon onion powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried thyme&lt;br /&gt;4 boneless pork chops, 3/4 inch thick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Stir the soup, water, onion powder, black pepper and 1/4 teaspoon of the thyme in a 2-quart shallow baking dish.&amp;nbsp; Add the corn and mix in.&amp;nbsp; Top with the pork.&amp;nbsp; Sprinkle the pork with additional black pepper and the remaining thyme.&amp;nbsp; Cover the baking dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 375 degrees for 45 minutes or until the pork is cooked through and the rice is tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe note:&amp;nbsp; For saucier rice, increase the water to 1-1/3 cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-790291268826045863?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/790291268826045863/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2331123586103218182</id><published>2011-02-07T08:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:48:15.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roast Chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Sunday Night Roast Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love chicken. Especially Roast Chicken. So, once again it was back to the cooking box. I found a Honey Roast Chicken recipe. My differences from the recipe were that I had an 8-pound roaster and did not make the sauce. My main problem was not with the recipe - it was that my chicken even after days of defrosting in the refrigerator was not totally thawed. My second mistake was trying to do all this while the Super Bowl was going on - thus the burn on my index finger. Needless to say I had some problems. It took an additional 30 minutes to thaw the chicken and I missed most of the first half of the game and commercials. I think my refrig temp is set too high - I'll have to fix that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as the recipe, the chicken came out very good and the family liked so I am going to keep. The honey glaze was good on the skin but it took away from some of the crunchiness that I really like about roast chicken. Also, my husband would have liked it on the actual meat instead of just on the skin. I think the glaze will be a nice addition to regular chicken breasts in the future and I might even make a point of slipping it under the skin the next time I roast chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all for all the trouble and time that it took it was yummy. So, I guess another winner for the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey Roast Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Serves 6 to 8&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp Pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon paprika&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/tasting.asp?tastingid=58"&gt;whole chickens&lt;/a&gt; (3 1/2 to 4 pounds each), giblets discarded&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 cup plus 1 tablespoon water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;5 tablespoons &lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/tasting.asp?tastingid=489"&gt;cider vinegar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup &lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/tasting.asp?tastingid=274"&gt;low-sodium chicken broth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon minced fresh thyme&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons unsalted butter , cut into pieces and chilled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PREP CHICKEN Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 375 degrees. Combine 1 tablespoon salt, 2 teaspoons pepper, and paprika in small bowl. Pat chickens dry with paper towels. Rub mixture under skin and over outside of each chicken. Tuck wings behind back, and tie legs together with kitchen twine.&lt;br /&gt;2. MAKE GLAZE Stir cornstarch and 1 tablespoon water together in bowl until no lumps remain; set aside. Bring honey and 4 tablespoons vinegar to simmer in saucepan over medium-high heat. Cook, stirring occasionally, until reduced to ½ cup, 3 to 5 minutes. Slowly whisk cornstarch mixture into glaze. Return to simmer and cook 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;3. ROAST CHICKEN Arrange chickens, breast side down, on V-rack set inside roasting pan. Roast until just golden, about 35 minutes. Remove chickens from oven and, flip breast side up. Raise oven temperature to 450 degrees. Pour 1 cup water and broth into roasting pan. Return chickens to oven and roast until thigh meat registers 165 to 170 degrees, 30 to 40 minutes. Brush chickens evenly with thick layer of glaze, and continue to roast until glaze is golden brown, about 10 minutes. Transfer chickens to cutting board, brush with remaining glaze, and let rest 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. MAKE SAUCE Meanwhile, pour pan juices and any accumulated chicken juices into saucepan; skim fat. Stir in thyme, bring to simmer, and cook until sauce is slightly thickened and reduced to 1 cup, about 10 minutes. Off heat, whisk in butter and remaining vinegar. Season with salt and pepper. Carve chickens and serve, passing sauce at table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/TVAF3KQ2niI/AAAAAAAAAqY/R6OXjuJ0NNQ/s1600/roast-chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570959184263290402" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/TVAF3KQ2niI/AAAAAAAAAqY/R6OXjuJ0NNQ/s400/roast-chicken.jpg" border="0" /&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/187822912438588566-2331123586103218182?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2331123586103218182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2331123586103218182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2331123586103218182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2331123586103218182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-night-roast-chicken.html' title='Sunday Night Roast Chicken'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/TVAF3KQ2niI/AAAAAAAAAqY/R6OXjuJ0NNQ/s72-c/roast-chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1181417552141096917</id><published>2011-02-06T18:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:53:25.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Next - Simple Cheese Lasagna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/TU9CbB_5s4I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/mGFj8fZy2O0/s1600/943706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/TU9CbB_5s4I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/mGFj8fZy2O0/s400/943706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570744296240952194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="leadfeatureheading"&gt;I usually only make lasagna once, maybe twice a year.  I don't know why - but that is how it is.  I was just in the mood for it yesterday so I went through my cooking box and there it was.  It was good, except I think I used WAY to much basil.  I bought the basil in the tube (brilliant idea by the way) instead of fresh.  Reason - my food processor has problem in chopping herbs (basil, parsley, etc...) And I put in the same amount that the recipe called for and it was way to much.  So next time I will either use fresh or way less of the tube.  As a side note - it tastes better today than it did last night.  The basil mellowed a little so it didn't taste as strong as it did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ended up doing 4 layers in stead of the three.  I had a lot of the filling mixture and it worked well for me.  But, I think it was because the ready-oven noodles were smaller than normal lasagna noodles.  Other than that it wasn't to bad.  I just know now to tweak it next time I make it and I have made notes on the sheet.  So in the cookbook it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Cheese Lasagna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="recipesub"&gt;Serves 6 to 8&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="recipe"&gt;Our Chunky Tomato Sauce for Lasagna (see related  recipe) tastes better than jarred sauce, but if using jarred sauce  (tomato only) is more convenient, you will need about two 24- to  26-ounce jars.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;table class="recipetable" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="5" width="315px"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;15&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;ounces                  &lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/tasting.asp?tastingid=510"&gt;ricotta cheese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; (1 3/4 cups)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;2 1/2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;ounces                  &lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/tasting.asp?tastingid=589"&gt;Parmesan cheese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; , grated (1 1/4 cups)-&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;1/2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;cup                  minced fresh basil&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;large egg&lt;i&gt; , lightly beaten&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;1/2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;teaspoon                  &lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/tasting.asp?tastingid=61"&gt;table salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;1/2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;teaspoon                  ground black pepper&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;6&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;cups                  tomato sauce&lt;i&gt; (see note above)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;12&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/tasting.asp?tastingid=62"&gt;no-boil lasagna noodles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; (one 8-or 9-ounce package)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="recipetableamount" align="right" valign="top" width="15%" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="recipetabletext" valign="top" width="85%"&gt;pound                  &lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/tasting.asp?tastingid=20"&gt;whole milk mozzarella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; , shredded (4 cups)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="recipe"&gt;1. Adjust an oven rack to the middle position and heat  the oven to 375 degrees. Mix the ricotta, 1 cup of the Parmesan, the  basil, egg, salt, and pepper until well combined. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="recipe"&gt;2. Following the photos, spread 1/4 cup of the tomato  sauce over the bottom of a 9 by 13-inch baking dish. Place 3 of the  noodles on top of the sauce and drop 3 tablespoons of the ricotta  mixture down the center of each noodle, then spread it to an even  thickness. Sprinkle evenly with 1 cup of the mozzarella. Spoon 1 1/2  cups of the sauce evenly over the cheese. Repeat this layering two more  times. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="recipe"&gt;3. For the final layer, place the 3 remaining noodles  on top. Spread the remaining 1 1/4 cups sauce over the noodles. Sprinkle  with the remaining 1 cup mozzarella and then the remaining 1/4 cup  Parmesan. Spray a large sheet of foil lightly with vegetable oil spray  and cover the lasagna. Bake for 15 minutes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="recipe"&gt;4. Remove the foil and continue to bake until the  cheese is browned and the sauce is bubbling, about 25 minutes longer.  Let cool for 10 minutes before serving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1181417552141096917?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1181417552141096917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1181417552141096917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1181417552141096917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1181417552141096917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2011/02/next-simple-cheese-lasagna.html' title='Next - Simple Cheese Lasagna'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/TU9CbB_5s4I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/mGFj8fZy2O0/s72-c/943706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6541815243032473427</id><published>2011-01-30T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:30:30.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Winner</title><content type='html'>Well, we have our first tested recipe to go into the cook book.  It is 15-minute Chicken &amp;amp; Rice Dinner.  I saw this recipe in November 2010 on Campbell's Kitchen website.  I made it tonight and it was yummy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; cook book worthy!  I served mine with cornbread muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 TBSP Vegetable Oil (I used garlic oil)&lt;br /&gt;4 Skinless, boneless chicken breast halves (about 1 pound)&lt;br /&gt;1 can (10 3/4 oz) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Campbell's&lt;/span&gt; Condensed Cream of Chicken Soup&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups of water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Tsp paprika&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;2 cups uncooked instant white rice&lt;br /&gt;2 cups frozen broccoli florets (cut small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the oil in a 10-inch skillet over medium-high heat.  Add the chicken and cook for 10 minutes or until well browned on both sides.  Remove the chicken from the skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir the soup, water, paprika &amp;amp; pepper in the skillet and heat to a boil.  Scrape any chicken pieces off bottom of pan.  Stir in rice and broccoli.  Reduce heat to low.  Return the chicken to the skillet.  Sprinkle the chicken with additional paprika and black pepper.  Cover and cook for 5 minutes or until the chicken is cooked through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6541815243032473427?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6541815243032473427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6541815243032473427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6541815243032473427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6541815243032473427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-first-winner.html' title='Our First Winner'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3985786837308299172</id><published>2011-01-24T10:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:51:26.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution #1</title><content type='html'>Well it has been awhile since I posted. I have decided for 2011 to do things a little differently than my norm. So, that is why I am back and will be posting more often. Mainly because of my New Year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people they involve eating, exercise and money. But, I have additional ones. The first one has to do with my cookbook. I have wanted to do a cookbook for a long time. Something that has past and present recipes from the families. I have been mulling the idea around for quite some time. I narrowed it down to any family recipes. But I wanted to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this large box with all of my loose recipes. Every time I see a recipe that I would like to make, in it goes. All of the family favorites are in there as well. So, I decided that I am going to go through the box, set aside the tried and true and get to working on the ones that I have been saving for a rainy day or a miracle or something. So, starting this weekend I am going to weed through my box of recipes. Throw out the ones that we don't like, including the ones that are "OK" and only keep the ones that are really good or "You need to make this again" worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since I am a procrastinator, I figured I would probably be done sometime before I died. But I was inspired last night by watching Julie &amp;amp; Julia. Julie did all of Julia Child's recipes from "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" in 1 year. Well since I am not doing anything so grand as French cooking it should take me less time, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, starting this weekend I will be doing my own version of Bon Appetite'. God help us all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3985786837308299172?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3985786837308299172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3985786837308299172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3985786837308299172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3985786837308299172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolution-1.html' title='Resolution #1'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2701142167316271479</id><published>2009-06-25T09:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:39:03.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Control</title><content type='html'>I have such a lack of control on my life that I am seriously losing my mind.  I have No control at work, no control at home, NO control whatsoever.  Nothing I do matters at all - it all comes down to someone elses whim or decision.  Can I do what I want - no, I have to ask permission from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming such a control freak because I have no control, I want control over even the littlest of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do other people have these problems?  I don't think so - everyone else seems to have some kind of control and can make their own decisions.  Not me - I am so FRUSTRATED!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2701142167316271479?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2701142167316271479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2701142167316271479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2701142167316271479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2701142167316271479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/06/lack-of-control.html' title='Lack of Control'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-9197084760177353036</id><published>2009-05-30T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:57:32.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult.  Page 229&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When I first became a parent I used to lie in bed at night and imagine the most horrible succession of maladies:  the bite of a jellyfish, the taste of a poisonous berry, the smile of a dangerous stranger, the dive into a shallow pool.  There are so many ways a child can be harmed that it seems nearly impossible one person alone could succeed at keeping him safe.  As my children got older, the hazards only changed:  inhaling glue, playing with matches, small pink pills sold behind the bleachers of the middle school.  You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It seems to me, now that this is more than just a hypothetical, that a parent falls one of two ways when told a child has a fatal disease.  Either you dissolve into a puddle, or you take the blow on the cheek and force yourself to lift your face again for more.  In this, we probably look a lot like patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Patrick's illness is not really life threatening I still understand the above.  We have a dr. appt Monday to listen again to the fact that his tumor is back.  Once again we will have to deal with surgeries and all that goes with it.  I wonder like most parents if there is something that I could have done differently.  I want to dissolve into a puddle, but I stick my chin out and ask for more.  What else can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-9197084760177353036?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/9197084760177353036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=9197084760177353036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/9197084760177353036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/9197084760177353036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-parent.html' title='Being a Parent'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6316057845023218858</id><published>2009-05-23T22:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:26:41.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/ShjCEQy1a3I/AAAAAAAAApw/COgLQXCbe4M/s1600-h/j0437252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339230736731171698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/ShjCEQy1a3I/AAAAAAAAApw/COgLQXCbe4M/s400/j0437252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am in a place that I have no idea where I am or how I got here. All I know is that I don't like it. I don't like the way I feel, I don't like anything about this place. It's dark and ugly and I feel terrible. It's not like a pit, I've been in one of those before. I can always seem to climb out of those. This is different. This is like being totally isolated, totally on an island. I think this is what it must be like for prisoners that are in solitary. Not that I'm alone, I know I'm not. But I feel like such a disappointment, such a let down in every way. I feel as far away as possible. I have knowledge, I have awareness, but not closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone so far away, I have slowly walked in a total opposite direction without really knowing that I was doing that. I'm here and am not quite sure how I got here or why. I remember the path and I remember walking but it all seems like a dream. Why would I follow this path, did I know I was following this path? Had I known I would get this lost? Would I have tried to stop myself? Why was I not paying attention? Where exactly was my mind? My heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get back? How do I become that prodigal that returns? How and where do I find the strength to do that? Lost, how do you find you way home? Can you even get home? How to begin, where to start? Fallen, how to you get back on? Can you get back on track once you've been lost? Is it to late?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6316057845023218858?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6316057845023218858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6316057845023218858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6316057845023218858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6316057845023218858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/ShjCEQy1a3I/AAAAAAAAApw/COgLQXCbe4M/s72-c/j0437252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-9061702965785750998</id><published>2009-04-15T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:26:48.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>If I had known that I would need mountain climbing gear in this life I would have gone shopping!  Of course I also think it is important what is on the other side but this song really sums up my feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every step I'm takin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always gonna to wanna make it move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the climb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-9061702965785750998?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/9061702965785750998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=9061702965785750998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/9061702965785750998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/9061702965785750998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/04/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2209132935897613037</id><published>2009-04-03T09:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:26:36.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decline of the Human Race</title><content type='html'>The world, morals, everything is just decaying right in front of our eyes.  It really is quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iowa Supreme Court Upholds Gay Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Iowa Becomes Third State To Legalize Marriage Of Same-Sex Couples&lt;br /&gt;AMY LORENTZEN, Associated Press Writer&lt;br /&gt;POSTED: 12:19 pm CDT April 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED: 9:18 am CDT April 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DES MOINES, Iowa -- The Iowa Supreme Court said on Friday that the state's same-sex marriage ban violates the constitutional rights of gay and lesbian couples, making it the third state where gay marriage is legal.&lt;br /&gt;In a unanimous ruling issued Friday, the court upheld a 2007 Polk County District Court judge's ruling that the law violated the state constitution.&lt;br /&gt;The case stems from a 2005 lawsuit filed by Lambda Legal, a New York-based gay rights organization. The group filed a lawsuit on behalf of six gay and lesbian Iowa couples who were denied marriage licenses.&lt;br /&gt;The suit named then-Polk County recorder and registrar Timothy Brien.&lt;br /&gt;The Polk County attorney's office claimed that Hanson's ruling violated the separation of powers and the issue should be left to the Legislature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsmv.com/politics/19077238/detail.html?treets=nash&amp;amp;tid=2656696678813&amp;amp;tml=nash_natlbreak&amp;amp;tmi=nash_natlbreak_1_09170104032009&amp;amp;ts=H"&gt;http://www.wsmv.com/politics/19077238/detail.html?treets=nash&amp;amp;tid=2656696678813&amp;amp;tml=nash_natlbreak&amp;amp;tmi=nash_natlbreak_1_09170104032009&amp;amp;ts=H&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2209132935897613037?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2209132935897613037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2209132935897613037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2209132935897613037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2209132935897613037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/04/decline-of-human-race.html' title='Decline of the Human Race'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-489579796489562430</id><published>2009-04-01T08:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:28:33.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Gloom, despair and agony on me-e!&lt;br /&gt;Deep dark depression, excessive misery-y!&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!&lt;br /&gt;Gloom, despair and agony on me-e-e!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-489579796489562430?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/489579796489562430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=489579796489562430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/489579796489562430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/489579796489562430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/04/oy.html' title='Oy!!!!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-7301522173614368789</id><published>2009-03-26T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:18:53.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening Skills are Priceless</title><content type='html'>Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk: Wife handcuff’s herself to husband&lt;br /&gt;Cops say she attempted to reconcile with him, and allegedly bit him, too&lt;br /&gt;FAIRFIELD, Conn. - Police in Connecticut say a woman attempting to reconcile with her husband handcuffed herself to him as he slept and then bit him on his torso and arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police say 37-year-old Helen Sun told them she wanted to have a conversation with husband Robert Drawbough without him leaving. Police say she changed the locks on their bedroom and handcuffed herself to Drawbough while he was sleeping Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawbough used a cell phone to call police. Officers heard his screams when they arrived at the couple's Fairfield home. He was treated at a local hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police charged Sun with third-degree assault, disorderly conduct, reckless endangerment and unlawful restraint. She was due in Bridgeport Superior Court on Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-7301522173614368789?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7301522173614368789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=7301522173614368789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7301522173614368789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7301522173614368789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/03/listening-skills-are-priceless.html' title='Listening Skills are Priceless'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-7120123568642970141</id><published>2009-03-25T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:32:45.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson</title><content type='html'>I'm all for lessons.  When it is someone else that is learning the lesson.  Me, not so much.  Of course some lessons are fun and enjoyable and quick.  I like those lessons.  Unfortunately, I don't get those very often.  Mainly because I am thick headed and stubborn.  If you repeat that I will deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lessons.  And of course the people that are brought into your life to help you learn those lessons.  You know those people that are thrown into your path because well they have to be so that you will learn your lesson.  Sometimes you may not even know that is why they were in your life even after they are gone.  I can think of a few in my past that were in my life and after they were gone it was so blatantly obvious that they were one of those lesson people that it just hurt when I smacked my head with the epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there are those people that are in your life and all of a sudden a great big light goes off and you realize that the reason that they are annoying you is because they are in the process of being used as one of those lessons.  You like this person, but OY are they really going out of their way to just rub stuff in your face and be annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the answer is yes because you weren't paying attention in the first place and God had to up the anty so to speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is I really wish I would pay more attention to what I am supposed to learn and just learn it all ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-7120123568642970141?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7120123568642970141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=7120123568642970141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7120123568642970141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7120123568642970141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/03/lesson.html' title='Lesson'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-860834931487812477</id><published>2009-03-19T08:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:22:52.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Hour'/><title type='text'>Save The Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/ScJGypsQCAI/AAAAAAAAApo/O_hTSNRdys0/s1600-h/shepard_poster_smaller.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314888346249463810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/ScJGypsQCAI/AAAAAAAAApo/O_hTSNRdys0/s400/shepard_poster_smaller.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save the Date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://e2ma.net/go/1823749169/1666839/62021158/goto:http://www.earthhourus.org/nashville/nashville.php" target="_blank"&gt;Earth Hour: Nashville is a Flagship City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Mar 28. Earth Hour. 8:30 pm. Turn off your lights and come downtown to celebrate &lt;a href="http://e2ma.net/go/1823749169/1666839/62021159/goto:http://www.earthhourus.org/nashville/nashville.php" target="_blank"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhourus.org/nashville/nashville.php"&gt;http://www.earthhourus.org/nashville/nashville.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-860834931487812477?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/860834931487812477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=860834931487812477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/860834931487812477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/860834931487812477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-date.html' title='Save The Date'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/ScJGypsQCAI/AAAAAAAAApo/O_hTSNRdys0/s72-c/shepard_poster_smaller.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6739264575680312507</id><published>2009-03-11T11:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:24:25.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away! - Oh, Winter too please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SbflYJphQhI/AAAAAAAAApg/ct_fjiEELPU/s1600-h/forecast_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311966488576475666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SbflYJphQhI/AAAAAAAAApg/ct_fjiEELPU/s320/forecast_320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I want you to look at this forecast. &lt;strong&gt;Really look at it.&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see the wrongness?!!! It is not supposed to be sunny until next Wednesday!! That is 7 days from now! It is supposed to be cloudy and rainy until next Wednesday!!! I really am beginning to dislike that stupid groundhog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6739264575680312507?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6739264575680312507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6739264575680312507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6739264575680312507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6739264575680312507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain-rain-go-away-winter-too-please.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away! - Oh, Winter too please'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SbflYJphQhI/AAAAAAAAApg/ct_fjiEELPU/s72-c/forecast_320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3676421965427359925</id><published>2009-02-25T12:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:51:03.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bureaucracy At It's Best</title><content type='html'>For all the good intentions in the world - here is our government at work.  To help keep our children safe a law was passed that anything that children under 12 use must be tested for lead.  Makes sense, right?  Especially with the toys coming from China with such high levels of lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what about books?  Please watch the video link that is below.  I especially like the end of the story where it mentions that the CPA &lt;strong&gt;won't&lt;/strong&gt; send a letter saying that libraries are exempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsmv.com/video/18791952/"&gt;http://www.wsmv.com/video/18791952/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/"&gt;http://www.cpsc.gov/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3676421965427359925?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3676421965427359925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3676421965427359925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3676421965427359925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3676421965427359925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/02/bureaucracy-at-its-best.html' title='Bureaucracy At It&apos;s Best'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5664951325445968472</id><published>2009-02-20T08:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:57:37.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I would like to do before I die</title><content type='html'>A REVISED list of things that I would like to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel: Scotland, Russia, Italy, Grand Canyon, Mexico, Japan, China, Egypt, Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ride on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ride in a hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have one of my photo's published - where I actually get credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Win a cooking/baking contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Own a house with a large garden and a sewing room (or in my case a yarn room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Drive Route 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have a yearly subscription to the Symphony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. See the Marlins in a World Series game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5664951325445968472?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5664951325445968472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5664951325445968472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5664951325445968472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5664951325445968472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-would-like-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Things I would like to do before I die'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-4338681512071461912</id><published>2009-01-04T08:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:03:03.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>Here I sit on my porch this morning. The sun is out and is warm on my face. There is a slight cool breeze. I'm not sure of the temperature since our barometer broke, but it feels nice. My wind chimes are tingling and bonging in the breeze. My cats are surrounding me on the porch. They are just looking around and enjoying the free outside (we call it cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start back at work tomorrow and all of the stresses and pressures and responsibilities will begin again once that alarm goes off. And yet, here I am sitting. The birds are chirping in the background and I can hear the traffic over on Nissan Drive. I can hear all the hustle and bustle but I'm not part of it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; kind of detached from the world, as if I'm not part of it. I've got a little patch of warmth and a wonderful back seat to the world right now. His world. All of it belongs to Him. It's slow and quiet enough for me to feel that strongly right now. Kind of makes me never want to leave my porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course if you were here right now you would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt; too. There is just something about the morning light and warmth and sereneness that just opens my soul and sends it soaring like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where I'm sitting the new year looks nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-4338681512071461912?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/4338681512071461912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=4338681512071461912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4338681512071461912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4338681512071461912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2131223347088698618</id><published>2008-12-30T10:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:44:16.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SVpOdPNCaUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ZzJcJgk23_U/s1600-h/List.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285623376877087042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SVpOdPNCaUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ZzJcJgk23_U/s320/List.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It’s resolution time and like many others I too have gone over a list (and checked it twice). I’ve given it some thought and have come up with the following New Year Resolutions. Hopefully these will fare better than previous resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  To lose weight. (I know I say this every year) This year I am including the obligatory eating better and exercising more. I figure if I give it more detail I can accomplish it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  To not be so emotional. This past year I have had a tendency to let things build up until I explode either with anger or with tears. So, I plan on using restraint and prayer and the old stand by of blowing up when no one is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  To improve myself not only physically but mentally as well. I plan on reading more, learning more, and broadening my horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  To explore more. Not just my local surroundings but other places as well. Either through the internet, books or even visiting other places. There is more to life than my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  To be more outgoing, social. I have a tendency to be very shy around new people. My plan is to go against my initial instincts of hiding and to be more open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  To complete a crochet/knit project a month. Yes that is one a month. This will help my procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  To not let things stand in my way. I also have a tendency to let things go without a fight or with out an argument until it builds up. This will help the anger, I think. If I confront the situation or whatever when it occurs and to not let it stop me in what I want to do. I guess to be braver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  To be better with correspondence. I think about calling people or sending notes and because I don’t do it right away I tend to forget. So I plan to be better at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I plan not to be so worried about the future. By making better choices in the present I can achieve this. Not to be controlled or anxious about things that I can not control. I can not change the past and I can not control the future – I choose to trust. Philippians 4:19 - I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Matthew 6:34 – “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  To take more photographs. To stop and take that picture no matter where I am or what I am doing. Go with the first instinct. To try and get a picture published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your resolutions for the new year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2131223347088698618?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2131223347088698618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2131223347088698618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2131223347088698618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2131223347088698618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SVpOdPNCaUI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ZzJcJgk23_U/s72-c/List.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5601690985289352969</id><published>2008-12-25T16:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:31:43.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SVQJhUTEniI/AAAAAAAAApI/uNum2HoUuw4/s1600-h/christmas_graphics_37.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283858730801471010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SVQJhUTEniI/AAAAAAAAApI/uNum2HoUuw4/s400/christmas_graphics_37.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to all of us, my dears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And God Bless Us Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5601690985289352969?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5601690985289352969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5601690985289352969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5601690985289352969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5601690985289352969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SVQJhUTEniI/AAAAAAAAApI/uNum2HoUuw4/s72-c/christmas_graphics_37.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-7190684716206709959</id><published>2008-12-12T14:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:13:15.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SULFomZ0rLI/AAAAAAAAApA/oIzHMMwTXV4/s1600-h/varvel.gif"&gt;Gary Varvel, Indiana -- The Indianapolis Star-News&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999014525938866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SULFomZ0rLI/AAAAAAAAApA/oIzHMMwTXV4/s320/varvel.gif" border="0" /&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/187822912438588566-7190684716206709959?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7190684716206709959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=7190684716206709959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7190684716206709959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7190684716206709959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/sott-27.html' title='SOTT 27'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SULFomZ0rLI/AAAAAAAAApA/oIzHMMwTXV4/s72-c/varvel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5883779283925476610</id><published>2008-12-11T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:55:46.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers</title><content type='html'>Well the whispers have begun again in our office.  The managers are meeting and the tension in the office can be cut with a knife.  They are meeting to cut more positions and to lay off more people.  Within the last few days my manager has been meeting with our directors and things have been overheard.  In all fairness I wish they would just close their doors but they don’t.  It kind of makes you think that they don’t care who knows that they are meeting.  There is just no empathy for the employees.  Anyway, things have been overheard.  Things like salary cuts and eliminating positions.  Since our boss is the one that seems to be having the most meetings with the directors we are all very worried.  Because of the fibro I can feel each and every muscle.  Each muscle seems to shout out each concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in my office and one of the recently laid off people came to see me.  (She is working out the rest of the month).  I am comforted at her look at the whole lay off situation.  Her faith is very strong.  She looks at it as a door closing and that God will open another.  I sadly am having trouble looking at it that way.  I am trying but emotionally I think I am very raw right now.  I’m not so sure that if I were to be laid off I would be able to be as brave or even have that kind of faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe that God loves me?  Absolutely.  Do I believe that God wants what is best for me?  Absolutely.  Do I trust Him?  Absolutely.  I am letting the devil have victory by me stressing about this and beginning to panic?  Unfortunately the answer is yes.  Those whispers are stronger than the ones coming out of the managers office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reminded twice today to be strong and have faith.  That All things are for His Glory.  Now if only I could get that engraved into my little head.  I am again reminded of my dream regarding putting on the Armor of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being tested and I do not think I am doing that well.  I am averaging a D right now and what I really want is an A.  All I can do is go back to the book and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Armor of God (Ephesians 6:10-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power.  Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes.  For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.  Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.  Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.  In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.  Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.  And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5883779283925476610?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5883779283925476610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5883779283925476610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5883779283925476610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5883779283925476610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/whispers.html' title='Whispers'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6618913865452304693</id><published>2008-12-11T09:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:36:08.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEzE028pfI/AAAAAAAAAow/j71H3hYdkFg/s1600-h/100_2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278556396256536050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEzE028pfI/AAAAAAAAAow/j71H3hYdkFg/s320/100_2799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEy_j1AgMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/O_ileo-Qrro/s1600-h/100_2798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278556305785651394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEy_j1AgMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/O_ileo-Qrro/s320/100_2798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEy63Asu6I/AAAAAAAAAog/LX6bpYTki60/s1600-h/100_2797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278556225035615138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEy63Asu6I/AAAAAAAAAog/LX6bpYTki60/s320/100_2797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEysEvSuwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qYUXK8n_upE/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278555971022666498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEysEvSuwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/qYUXK8n_upE/s320/Photo0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEym4QEmTI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-y6_SlEvLuU/s1600-h/Photo0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278555881771145522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEym4QEmTI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-y6_SlEvLuU/s320/Photo0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some recent projects that I have actually finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6618913865452304693?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6618913865452304693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6618913865452304693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6618913865452304693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6618913865452304693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/recent-projects.html' title='Recent Projects'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUEzE028pfI/AAAAAAAAAow/j71H3hYdkFg/s72-c/100_2799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-936845017936427994</id><published>2008-12-10T13:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:07:30.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PixieDusted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUATWANj--I/AAAAAAAAAoI/zTCzRMboY_0/s1600-h/ImbriumPixie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278240032013155298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUATWANj--I/AAAAAAAAAoI/zTCzRMboY_0/s400/ImbriumPixie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you have ever wondered what I look like after being pixiedusted. Ta Da! (No Comments!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-936845017936427994?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/936845017936427994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=936845017936427994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/936845017936427994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/936845017936427994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/pixiedusted.html' title='PixieDusted'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SUATWANj--I/AAAAAAAAAoI/zTCzRMboY_0/s72-c/ImbriumPixie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5313499481886810091</id><published>2008-12-09T10:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:35:15.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hints</title><content type='html'>Ok, I can be stubborn and disagreeable (at times). I admit it. But wham did you have to slap me upside the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a stressful day yesterday, I am once again in fear of being laid off. I am not happy with my bosses who seem to be loving the fear and apprehension that they are creating with all of there budget questions. Not to mention lots of other things. If my hair is not turning gray then it is falling out. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was VERY upset last night. I went to bed and had a dream of me in armor kneeling before someone on some steps (that's all I remember). I woke up right after that with a definite thought of "Put on the armor of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the past I have had other moments when I KNOW God spoke to me. Whether through a song or an event or something else. This definitely had that feel. So, when I got up, I went to my bible and looked in the concordance for armor. It gave me Ephesians 6:10-18 and Romans 13:12. I went to Romans 13 first and started to read from the beginning because I like context and lo and behold - there was the first slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let every soul be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and the authorities that exist are appointed by God. Therefore whoever resists the authority resists the ordinance of God, and those who resist will bring judgment on themselves. For rulers are not a terror to good works, but to evil. Do you want to be unafraid of the authority? Do what is good, and you will have praise from the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I got that hint. So I went on to Ephesians. And there was the other slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear the "Hint Hint Hint" echoing in my head. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5313499481886810091?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5313499481886810091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5313499481886810091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5313499481886810091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5313499481886810091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/hints.html' title='Hints'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1596636855630921250</id><published>2008-12-03T10:53:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:23:16.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Do you have that certain someone that you tell everything to? Is there someone that you know that knows everything about you? Every deep secret, every thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have people that know me very well. They can look at me and know I am upset, they can tell in my voice what might be going on. But, no they don't know me inside out. No one person knows all of me down to the bottom of my heart and certainly no one person knows all of my secrets. To go further I would say that no-one truly knows everyone inside and out. It might seem like that but I would say that no, not really. The reason I think that is because no-one can truly know all your heart and mind. Every thought, every feeling, every secret, every little bit of you, every minute of every day. And if you are honest with yourself you will agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was laying in bed, trying to go to sleep and I started to pray and talk with God and I realized that He knows me. Every part of me. Every thought. When I get annoyed by someone on the bus but don't say anything or act differently, He knows. When I get angry at something stupid and never mention it to anyone, He knows. He knows me when I am sad and what is bothering me before I even tell anyone and He knows even before I might realize what it is. Through the pretenses, throughout the day, He knows. There is not one part of me that I can hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though He knows, I can still go to Him and tell Him. No repercussions, no judgement, no attitude, nothing fake. He knows and still He listens. I can tell Him I am sad, worried, mad or whatever. That type of closeness and comfort can only come from being with Him. That relief of knowing that I can be myself, vent, cry and let it all out with out hurting someones feelings or burdening someone else. I don't have to explain, I can just let it out, everything. He knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And STILL &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 44:21 &lt;/strong&gt;(New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;would not God have discovered it, since he knows the secrets of the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 12:6-7&lt;/strong&gt; (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1596636855630921250?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1596636855630921250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1596636855630921250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1596636855630921250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1596636855630921250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-8872306599557948236</id><published>2008-12-01T14:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:19:46.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your car is broke. Your job is in jeopardy. A loved one is ill. Your friend is mad at you. A co-worker does not like you and is spreading rumors and ill will. You can’t pay some of your bills. You may not be able to buy that present for your child for Christmas. Your in pain, your depressed.  You are experiencing the deepest pit you have ever been in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this. Jesus died on the cross for you. He endured pain and agony. He was beaten. He was berated, dismissed and cursed. All for you. He was born so that he would die for us, for our sins.  Because he loves us.  We are his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the rough times, the hard times, the unbearable times. Put this in your heart and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 40:28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 40:29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 2:18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because he himself suffered when he was tempted, he is able to help those who are being tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Peter 2:20-24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how is it to your credit if you receive a beating for doing wrong and endure it? But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, this is commendable before God. To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps. "He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth." When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly. He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And most important - John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274917600676870114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/STRFnC_M9-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/1laNguUZGQM/s200/1058336782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-8872306599557948236?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/8872306599557948236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=8872306599557948236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/8872306599557948236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/8872306599557948236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/12/consider.html' title='Consider'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/STRFnC_M9-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/1laNguUZGQM/s72-c/1058336782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6459552125766798970</id><published>2008-11-26T10:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:57:03.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1_xg617UI/AAAAAAAAAno/03jqveO6DCA/s1600-h/9795_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273011227347774786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1_xg617UI/AAAAAAAAAno/03jqveO6DCA/s400/9795_thumb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1_qRAG35I/AAAAAAAAAng/Ao7J6cXIfEk/s1600-h/turkey_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273011102815805330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1_qRAG35I/AAAAAAAAAng/Ao7J6cXIfEk/s400/turkey_sm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1-4kodOHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/f-CYYYuTFk8/s1600-h/20061103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273010249091856498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1-4kodOHI/AAAAAAAAAnI/f-CYYYuTFk8/s400/20061103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1-waIUppI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kGU9UYyNmvE/s1600-h/20061103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1-rGTCo6I/AAAAAAAAAm4/clkujdtbDDw/s1600-h/20061103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6459552125766798970?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6459552125766798970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6459552125766798970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6459552125766798970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6459552125766798970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SS1_xg617UI/AAAAAAAAAno/03jqveO6DCA/s72-c/9795_thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1994381993086478819</id><published>2008-11-21T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:55:28.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSbZ4ikoSFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dGKQj6_znKc/s1600-h/crochetchain2b_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271139979260086354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSbZ4ikoSFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dGKQj6_znKc/s200/crochetchain2b_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I’ve been crocheting for over 15 years and knitting less than a year and have completed many projects. Of course it has never been deadline driven and has been at my own pace. In September I began to crochet and knit scarves that I could sell. I have made 12 so far (sold two-thanks for asking). I also made 2 birthday gifts for co-workers. Right now I have plans to make a Vanderbilt blanket, a purple blanket, a shawl, 2 scarves, a sweater and a wrap. This list does not include all the other things that I would like to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have patterns galore and maybe I need to put them together in a box or something so that they are not just around the house. And maybe I have some yarn leftovers that I should probably give away or something. Ok, maybe I have a lot of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can stop anytime. I don’t have to crochet or knit. I can do other things. It’s not like I have to crochet/knit when I’m watching TV or on the bus or at lunch. Really I can stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yes it is relaxing and I may even release some chemicals into my system that give me a quick high and yes maybe I do tend to have yarn on my mind a lot. But really I can quit anytime. I CAN sit in a chair for minutes and not do anything with my hands – really. Just because I pick up a hook and yarn whenever I am sitting does not really mean anything. Just because I put everything else on hold until I finish a row does not really mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Are you looking at my yarn? Are YOU looking at MY Yarn!? Back away slowly and no-one gets hurt. My yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I can stop anytime…. Just not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Habit: a constant, often unconscious inclination to perform an act acquired through its frequent repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addict: to devote or give (oneself) habitually or compulsively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1994381993086478819?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1994381993086478819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1994381993086478819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1994381993086478819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1994381993086478819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/11/hooked.html' title='Hooked'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSbZ4ikoSFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dGKQj6_znKc/s72-c/crochetchain2b_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3002305965529689932</id><published>2008-11-18T08:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:36:51.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSLSz9FYscI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-XgfgmQKAV0/s1600-h/Bomb.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270006303989215682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSLSz9FYscI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-XgfgmQKAV0/s320/Bomb.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Well the proverbial bomb has been dropped. This week the State of TN is having its budget hearings. Initially we were told by the Governor that we would have to cut 3% from our budget. The figures have been changed and now it looks like we are being asked to cut 13-15%. The highers up are figuring $300,000 for each %. So, if we are asked for the 15% then we have to cut $4,500,000. Yeah I choked on that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had our department meeting yesterday and it of course was depressing. They will be cutting 5-6 jobs before June 30, 2009. They think probably starting in February since that is when the legislature will be back in session and they have to approve all of the budgets (and yes they may ask for more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least we are all stunned. In the scheme of things, 5-6 people is not a lot considering recent news and the fact that there are 96 people in our department (not counting judges or their staff). But still that thought of “It could be me” went through every ones mind. Well not everyone because you know the higher ups don’t have anything to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here, trying not think “What if it’s me”. But I just have to wonder “What if it’s me?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3002305965529689932?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3002305965529689932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3002305965529689932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3002305965529689932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3002305965529689932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/11/ka-boom.html' title='Ka Boom'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSLSz9FYscI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-XgfgmQKAV0/s72-c/Bomb.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5531888899012836774</id><published>2008-11-17T12:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:08:49.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thematic Photo:  Rows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSG-rlBSVvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yHLecZK69CM/s1600-h/100_2786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269702694881351410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSG-rlBSVvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yHLecZK69CM/s400/100_2786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Long Hunter State Park, Nashville, TN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The theme this week (I'm a little late) is rows. I was trying to come up with something spectacular this week. I had so many ideas and was really getting into it. Everywhere I've been going it seemed I had the theme in my head and was on the look out for that spectacular picture. I took quite a few and nothing seemed to really hit me. I downloaded some pics off of my camera this morning and Ta Da - there it was. The one I thought really caught the theme. Funny thing is I took it weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2008/11/thematic-photographic-24-rows.html"&gt;http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2008/11/thematic-photographic-24-rows.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/187822912438588566-5531888899012836774?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5531888899012836774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5531888899012836774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5531888899012836774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5531888899012836774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/11/thematic-photo-rows.html' title='Thematic Photo:  Rows'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SSG-rlBSVvI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yHLecZK69CM/s72-c/100_2786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-157823307234430823</id><published>2008-11-14T07:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:10:12.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Choice "Oh"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SR15hRgLtZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/m4GlwCl55rI/s1600-h/Photo0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268500751634380178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SR15hRgLtZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/m4GlwCl55rI/s400/Photo0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Montgomery Bell State Park, TN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-157823307234430823?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/157823307234430823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=157823307234430823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/157823307234430823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/157823307234430823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-choice-oh.html' title='Photo Choice &quot;Oh&quot;'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SR15hRgLtZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/m4GlwCl55rI/s72-c/Photo0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6839229880700786353</id><published>2008-11-05T09:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:09:46.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SRG23TJvs6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/P2vQA1gh5zI/s1600-h/IMG_2997_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265190500523029410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SRG23TJvs6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/P2vQA1gh5zI/s400/IMG_2997_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess spelling is not as important as the gym floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;High School in Oakland, TN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture taken by Patrick Wesley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6839229880700786353?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6839229880700786353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6839229880700786353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6839229880700786353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6839229880700786353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/11/sott-26.html' title='SOTT 26'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SRG23TJvs6I/AAAAAAAAAdY/P2vQA1gh5zI/s72-c/IMG_2997_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-289429490327666751</id><published>2008-11-05T08:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:53:48.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SRGyw1ANjHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/mwVqXT3-E9g/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265185991304252530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SRGyw1ANjHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/mwVqXT3-E9g/s200/Obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, it's over. No longer will we have to listen to tv or radio ads. Those signs along side the road will be gone soon too. Was it worth all the hype? All the debate, all the controversy? No, not really. I am disappointed. If the elections were like slot machines I don't think we came off as winners. We are taking a gamble and only time will tell if it pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of hoping for one of those "Pleasantly Surprised" moments. I want to think optimistically. But I am concerned. I wasn't entirely pleased with either candidate, but I agreed more with what McCain was saying than what Obama was saying. One issue is on abortion and there are several others. But that is all mute right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new president. A man that comes off as a great speaker, down to earth and as someone that tries to understand the average person. I have to admit that even though I voted for McCain, I did seriously think about voting for Obama. In the debates and his speeches I was a impressed with him. He's got that something that kind of catches your attention. If not for some of our differences of opinions on some big matters I would have voted for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have a new president. One that I hope puts people first above politics and does what is morally right, not what is "party" right. But again we will have to see. Americans voted and they voted for change. That saying "Beware what you wish for" comes to mind. Of course I take the stand that the hand of God is in everything - so I do have hope. This is part of "The Plan". What part I may never know, but I have faith in "The Plan". (side note - I'm not always happy with that plan though - just thought I'd share that little tidbit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, many hopes are on the shoulder of this man. After the revelry, after the congratulations, I hope when he is alone he realizes this. I know he takes this seriously. I know he thinks he understands. Oh, but Lord I pray that he really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear reader, I urge you to pray every day for our country and our new president.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-289429490327666751?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/289429490327666751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=289429490327666751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/289429490327666751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/289429490327666751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SRGyw1ANjHI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/mwVqXT3-E9g/s72-c/Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5263183848668567097</id><published>2008-11-03T09:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:12:48.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thematic Photo:  Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQ8i6GhrhbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qPrI_RYkYKc/s1600-h/100_2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264464870999033266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQ8i6GhrhbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qPrI_RYkYKc/s400/100_2615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paris Landing State Park, Sept. 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2008/10/thematic-photographic-22-night.html#links"&gt;http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2008/10/thematic-photographic-22-night.html#links&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/187822912438588566-5263183848668567097?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5263183848668567097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5263183848668567097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5263183848668567097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5263183848668567097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/11/theme-night-time.html' title='Thematic Photo:  Night'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQ8i6GhrhbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qPrI_RYkYKc/s72-c/100_2615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-4823346354011874514</id><published>2008-10-27T13:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:22:35.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Blur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYGgntWR1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/KqjLpRkRzbg/s1600-h/100_2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261900372113770322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYGgntWR1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/KqjLpRkRzbg/s320/100_2710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Memphis Zoo, Sept. 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2008/10/thematic-photographic-20-blur.html"&gt;http://writteninc.blogspot.com/2008/10/thematic-photographic-20-blur.html&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/187822912438588566-4823346354011874514?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/4823346354011874514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=4823346354011874514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4823346354011874514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4823346354011874514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/american-blur.html' title='An American Blur'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYGgntWR1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/KqjLpRkRzbg/s72-c/100_2710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2196180586678617265</id><published>2008-10-27T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:28:06.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Choice "Just Hangin' Out"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQXry_av7qI/AAAAAAAAAcY/A_hMaT0hvvU/s1600-h/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261871000901906082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQXry_av7qI/AAAAAAAAAcY/A_hMaT0hvvU/s320/Picture+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walden's Farm, Smyrna, TN&lt;br /&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/187822912438588566-2196180586678617265?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2196180586678617265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2196180586678617265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2196180586678617265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2196180586678617265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-choice-just-hangin-out.html' title='Photo Choice &quot;Just Hangin&apos; Out&quot;'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQXry_av7qI/AAAAAAAAAcY/A_hMaT0hvvU/s72-c/Picture+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-76193474512964777</id><published>2008-10-27T08:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:36:07.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frivilous lawsuit'/><title type='text'>What I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Right now all I want it for people to take personal responsibility for their actions.  I'm sorry for her pain - really.  And yes the drive through worker should have affixed the lid more carefully.  What about checking the lid as you receive it because we all know about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; lawsuit.  $250,000 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  Can you say "Frivolous Lawsuit".  I knew you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knoxville News Sentinel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Woman sues Starbucks; says scalding coffee, unattached lid caused disfigurement&lt;br /&gt;Jordan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Triplett&lt;/span&gt; went for a morning pick-me-up from Starbucks and wound up with first-degree burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's suing the Seattle-based coffee house empire for $250,000 in a Knox County Circuit Court lawsuit that blames &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Triplett's&lt;/span&gt; burns on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;barista's&lt;/span&gt; lid snafu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This case involved real and significant injuries, unlike other cases where individuals have sought compensation from similar vendors," attorney Gregory P. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Isaacs&lt;/span&gt; said. A lawsuit over McDonald's coffee that burned a woman in the 1990s spurred national debate over the need for tort reform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's significant to note Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Triplett&lt;/span&gt; attempted to resolve this in a reasonable fashion without litigation and received no response," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Isaacs&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Starbucks representative did not immediately respond Friday to a request for comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawsuit alleges that the 23-year-old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Triplett&lt;/span&gt; drove to a Starbucks on Kingston Pike on July 13 and bought coffee via the store's drive-through window. The lawsuit is silent on what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Triplett&lt;/span&gt; ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever she ordered, &lt;strong&gt;she knew right away it was hot&lt;/strong&gt;, the lawsuit states. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There is your first clue to not sit it in your lap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She experienced extreme heat radiating through the cup and protective cardboard sleeve," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Isaacs&lt;/span&gt; wrote. "(She) balanced the extremely hot cup of coffee on her thigh with her hand on top of the cup as she pulled away from the window and negotiated a turn onto the roadway&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And to me that is all there is.  Extreme heat radiating through the cup. Hint Hint Hint (get it off your leg).  Since she apparently knew it was "extremely" hot then she should have put it into a cup holder.  And of course no mention of the fact that she wasn't concentrating on her driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on Kingston Pike, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Triplett&lt;/span&gt; noticed "the lid of the coffee container was loose and not affixed properly," the lawsuit states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Triplett&lt;/span&gt; could achieve a better grasp upon the cup, the lid dislodged from the cup, thereby causing scalding coffee to spill and splash onto (her) lap, right thigh and right hand," the lawsuit states.  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Should have taken care of that before she started to drive.  Parking lot would have been a good place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee soaked through her denim jeans, causing her to cry out in severe pain, according to the lawsuit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drove to a nearby friend's house and disrobed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She discovered that she had severe blisters and burns on her hand, inner thigh and vaginal area," the lawsuit states.  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Through Jeans and underwear?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm a tad skeptical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor later classified the injuries as first- and second-degree burns, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Isaacs&lt;/span&gt; wrote. She racked up hefty medical bills and suffered "severe and permanent injuries (and) cosmetic impairment, scarring and disfigurement" as a result of the burns, the lawsuit alleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Triplett&lt;/span&gt; immediately contacted the Starbucks franchise where she purchased the scalding coffee to inform them of the incident and to request that the employees be more careful in attaching the lids to the container and monitor the temperature of the coffee," the lawsuit states. "The Starbucks agent was incredibly unresponsive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later filed a complaint with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;firm's&lt;/span&gt; corporate headquarters that netted her a gift certificate offer instead of restitution for her medical bills, according to the lawsuit.  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So her medical bills for burns were $250,000.  She saw lawsuit immediately and went to the doctor I bet.  Regular people would have put burn cream on it and a large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt; and moved on.  Maybe even called in sick if the burn was bad enough.  I wish I could be on that jury!!!  I'd give her $20 bucks for cream and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-76193474512964777?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/76193474512964777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=76193474512964777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/76193474512964777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/76193474512964777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-want.html' title='What I Want'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1308849097637552995</id><published>2008-10-23T09:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:01:31.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Reminders</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 (New International Version)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 57: 1-2 (New King James)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me!  For my soul trusts in You; And in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge, until these calamities have passed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 23:1-6 (New International Version)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.  He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.  You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1308849097637552995?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1308849097637552995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1308849097637552995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1308849097637552995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1308849097637552995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-some-reminders.html' title='Just Some Reminders'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6658741737127583516</id><published>2008-10-22T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:50:08.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Bumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever been walking and just tripped? Nothing was there, you basically tripped on air. I just did it this morning as I was walking to the mailroom. Nothing there but me and my trippy little self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It happens - I walk and I walk and then all of a sudden a stumble. Now sometimes there is something there - don't go thinking I'm a clutz (be nice Diana). But sometimes there doesn't seem to be anything there. Doesn't matter what shoes I'm wearing or where I'm walking. Sometimes I think air gets chunky in some places and you just trip - but that's another blog and another tangent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Where am I going with this (Oh - I am going somewhere and here it is). Life is like that. Well my life anyway. I go walking along and then stumble. What keeps me from totally falling on my face or butt is my faith. I try very hard to keep God on that path so if I do stumble I have him there to catch me or set me right side up. For instance, I haven't been to church in awhile and I miss it. I miss the heartfelt singing, hearing the word and the fellowship. That is one of my bumps in the road right now. I don't have a reliable car to get me there and back. But I have been feeling so close to God lately that I know that he understands that I worship him wherever I am throughout the day. Home, work or bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Riding the bus has been one of my bumps too and yet has helped me spend more time with God. I could nap, crochet, read or do something else on the bus (and some days I do). But more often than not I can close my eyes and pray and just talk with God about life, family or whatever pops into my head (and if you know me then you know lots of things just pop in my head). Some days that is 2 hours of just quality time with God. It can be very freeing and sometimes it can be very emotional (wiping tears away on the bus is a little embarrassing-but when you gotta-you gotta). Lately, I've been looking at my being car-less as one of those lesson thingies that seem to come up every now and then. I figure when I learn whatever it is I am supposed to learn I will get my car back. So far I think I might need a tutor to help me with this lesson - cause to me it is taking FOREVER! But then again time is not the same for us and meanwhile I am spending time with God. Now why didn't I just do that when I drove? Well one, I really can't just close my eyes when I am driving and two I focused on listening to radio programs or music. On the bus I am sometimes forced into inactivity because we are just little blobs of humanness that are all stuck together in a cramped little space rolling down the road at about 50 mph (70 on the highway).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basically riding the bus has made me take that time that I should have taken to begin with. Sometimes it takes a large smack to get my attention. Riding the bus I'm in a confined space and not much world to interfere. We've had some good talks, God and I. I'm glad he is a GREAT listener - because some days I can be very chatty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6658741737127583516?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6658741737127583516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6658741737127583516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6658741737127583516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6658741737127583516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/invisible-bumps.html' title='Invisible Bumps'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3775689334951582480</id><published>2008-10-22T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:15:17.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPaaZ3L54sI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lhmMWZRp-eE/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257559384102920898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPaaZ3L54sI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lhmMWZRp-eE/s320/Photo0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nashville, TN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3775689334951582480?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3775689334951582480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3775689334951582480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3775689334951582480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3775689334951582480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/sott-25.html' title='SOTT 25'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPaaZ3L54sI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lhmMWZRp-eE/s72-c/Photo0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-8517640566935289593</id><published>2008-10-21T12:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:56:14.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the "It's going to get worse before it gets better" category</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SP4WWA0kjMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SwsbnPB-17Y/s1600-h/j0406132.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259665982248750274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SP4WWA0kjMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SwsbnPB-17Y/s320/j0406132.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I work for the judicial branch of the government and we had our money talk this morning. We listened to a description of 3 years of fiscal budget depressive dialogue. Past - the executive branch has taken all of our reserve money for 07-08 which my understanding is about $20 million. We are expected to give $500,000 back for 08-09 and $1 million for 09-10. Ok, so what does that mean for the worker bees. Well hopefully it won't mean a loss of a job - but as of right now there are no promises. We have been told to cut back on purchases (which we had already started doing) and we are cutting back on travel. Not that we won't have to travel but we will have to carpool and make other sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The article below mentions part of the states problem. Here's my question: How do you get $140 million dollars in debt. Why are you spending money that you don't have? Now I know a lot has to do with the fact that TN relies heavily on it's state tax. So when people stop buying then the revenue goes down. BUT, I also know that some of the bigger picture is the waste of things that government spends. Governors mansion comes to mind. The raises that judges received in the beginning of the year. The state cars that many judges and higher ups get and use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing... If one more person says "People just need to go out and buy. Cars, electronics, furniture, appliances then things will start getting better." I will personally haul off and hit them. And then when they are on the floor I will say "With What!?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's my tangent.&lt;/div&gt;********************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WPLN Nashville&lt;br /&gt;State Will Pull from Rainy Day Fund&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State finance officials believe they will have to tap the rainy day fund to get through this budget year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two months into the fiscal year, departments have been asked to reduce spending by 106-million dollars. Finance Commissioner Dave Goetz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, that’s 106-million against what is already a 140-million dollar shortfall. So we know that’s not going to be sufficient, and we’re looking for other ways we can in fact keep expenditures down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goetz says the shortfall could reach 600-million dollars by the end of the fiscal year. That shortfall is compared with revenue projections that were nearly flat compared to last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainy day fund has 750-million dollars in it. TennCare has its own reserves amounting to 550-million. Goetz says he expects to use money from both accounts to help pad the sharp loss in tax revenue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-8517640566935289593?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/8517640566935289593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=8517640566935289593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/8517640566935289593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/8517640566935289593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-its-going-to-get-worse-before-it.html' title='In the &quot;It&apos;s going to get worse before it gets better&quot; category'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SP4WWA0kjMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SwsbnPB-17Y/s72-c/j0406132.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1028350219174485536</id><published>2008-10-20T11:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:41:09.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tagged! Post the 4th picture in your 4th picture folder. (O.k. - now these are just getting complicated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259584613037687794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SP3MVs44w_I/AAAAAAAAAcI/4dlr1DF6MFw/s320/MVC-017S_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is from 2002 and is of Patrick being a flag barer - he looks so happy doesn't he. I think he is just concentrating - this was a practice for a presentation at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag Michael, Diana, George, and Lori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1028350219174485536?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1028350219174485536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1028350219174485536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1028350219174485536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1028350219174485536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/4th-tag.html' title='4th Tag'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SP3MVs44w_I/AAAAAAAAAcI/4dlr1DF6MFw/s72-c/MVC-017S_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-7455308520872516537</id><published>2008-10-20T07:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:28:41.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Choice "It's Monday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPx3sqnmGVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IU0lfDIEbp0/s1600-h/100_2734_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259210074100210002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPx3sqnmGVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IU0lfDIEbp0/s320/100_2734_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Memphis Zoo&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/187822912438588566-7455308520872516537?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7455308520872516537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=7455308520872516537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7455308520872516537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7455308520872516537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-choice-its-monday.html' title='Photo Choice &quot;It&apos;s Monday&quot;'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPx3sqnmGVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IU0lfDIEbp0/s72-c/100_2734_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-85671441393270542</id><published>2008-10-15T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:30:31.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging Rights</title><content type='html'>Forgive me while I brag on my son.  He had an excellent day today.  He got promoted in JROTC - he is now a cadet private and received his chevrons.  He became squad leader of his row.  He became squad leader of the freshman color guard team.  AND aced his culinary arts test receiving an additional 75 points for extra credit answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School is agreeing with him.  Can I hear a Woo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-85671441393270542?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/85671441393270542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=85671441393270542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/85671441393270542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/85671441393270542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/bragging-rights.html' title='Bragging Rights'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6383801175529288625</id><published>2008-10-15T08:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:14:40.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPXsadovAwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/AFjo-0Fc2Fs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257368079401157378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPXsadovAwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/AFjo-0Fc2Fs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken out of an e-mail sent to me from someone, not sure who right now.  :-)&lt;br /&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/187822912438588566-6383801175529288625?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6383801175529288625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6383801175529288625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6383801175529288625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6383801175529288625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/sott-24.html' title='SOTT 24'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPXsadovAwI/AAAAAAAAAbw/AFjo-0Fc2Fs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3402897823454774896</id><published>2008-10-13T09:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:08:49.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly'/><title type='text'>Photo Choice "Hangin On"</title><content type='html'>As you may already know - I love to take photo's. My camera would be permanantly attached if I could actually live that way. So I have decided to do a Photo Choice section - only rules are that it has to be one that I have taken. Here is the first: &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256639972404836530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPNWNDtPOLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/a5CDD6NfqUc/s320/100_2673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3402897823454774896?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3402897823454774896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3402897823454774896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3402897823454774896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3402897823454774896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-choice-hangin-on.html' title='Photo Choice &quot;Hangin On&quot;'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPNWNDtPOLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/a5CDD6NfqUc/s72-c/100_2673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5188358765282075285</id><published>2008-10-12T08:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:11:51.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPINusY8yXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Uq_rDY-i6yA/s1600-h/sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256278810935740786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPINusY8yXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Uq_rDY-i6yA/s320/sadness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's hard to describe depression. Sometimes it is so heavy that you can't breath. Sometimes it just feels like something swirling around you. Other times it is just something in the back of your mind nagging at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have depression. Looking back I can see certain periods in my life when it consumed me. I was still functioning and most people probably didn't notice because it was something I kept well hidden. Even from myself. I can look back and see those periods and recognize what it was. For example I can remember at least 2 occasions when I could not get to sleep unless the room was pitch black. I covered windows in several blankets and in one instance surrounded my bed totally in blankets as well. These seasons of depression did not last long and were the only sign at the time that I was depressed. During the day I don't remember being very different. I still functioned and life moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lately though I have noticed that it has been bad at times. Depression is like a very heavy blanket - kind of like those lead blankets that they use when you are having an x-ray. It weighs you down. Sometimes I notice the blanket and can function very well. I just ignore it. Those are the days when I have more will power I think and can force myself up and out. I can lift it off of me on my own. Other days I don't notice it as much and it weighs me down. It takes control and I seem to just be along for the ride. Depression is like a needy child. It always needs attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lately it seems to be a daily thing though. Not just coming and going, but always there in my peripheral vision. A daily fight that sometimes I win and sometimes I don't. Some days it feels like a swirling mass inside of me and I can almost see the blackness surrounding me. It smothers me and makes it hard to breathe. Other days the swirling mass is still there but it is not so much a whirlpool as just a little flow or current.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This morning I woke up and it is lighter today. I don't know what is so different about today. Things seem brighter right now. It's a constant battle though. I can feel the depression sitting and waiting for an opening. I have to be vigilant on not just a daily basis but an hourly basis. If I let it get a grip it is hard for me to let it go. I have to keep my thoughts focused on not thinking about it, not letting anything add to the weight. If I give up an inch it starts to take control again. Problem is that sometimes I don't know that I am giving in and before I know it I have hit the bottom emotionally and all things seem lost. I sit there for awhile and then I start to climb out. Although lately it doesn't seem like I get totally out. I get away enough that things start getting better emotionally but I can still feel the weight wanting to pull me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It does almost seem to have its own being, its own existence. Like some phantom that always hangs around. It's a type of possession. Not other worldly. More like swimming. When your in the water and you decide to swim under the water. You hold your breath and go in. It feels just like that moment when you almost run out of air and you charge to the top and let that large breath of air out. That pressure that your lungs feel in wanting to breathe. That is depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've tried some medicine that is for my fibromyaglia, because depression makes it worse, so the doctors have given me some medicine to handle both. One made me suicidal and the other made me loose a month and a half of my life. I have to go back to the doctor and see what else he has for me. That seems to be a gamble too. I need something that will give me my life back without all those nasty little side effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5188358765282075285?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5188358765282075285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5188358765282075285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5188358765282075285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5188358765282075285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SPINusY8yXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Uq_rDY-i6yA/s72-c/sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3432035722024933251</id><published>2008-10-11T18:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:54:18.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Stress is in the eye of the beholder. I have what can be considered by some people as a minimum amount of stress. Of course on my side of the fence it looks pretty rough to me. Bear with me as I complain for a paragraph or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a car. It no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;worky&lt;/span&gt;. It is at the mechanics. I can't even afford to have it looked at. Thankfully he is a very nice man and is looking at it on his spare time. Of course this all happened after I spent $700 to get it fixed for something else. Anyway, bottom line is that I do not have a car. My husband's car is on it's last legs and actually has been for some time now. I really thought his would go first. Now thankfully I can take a bus into Nashville to get to my job. Of course the added stress of having to get up earlier to get in line for the bus as well as the stress of how am I going to get to the bus stop if his car dies too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so not having a car is something that I can live with - I mean I have to. But it adds that little bit of stress to my shoulders. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so next we have the money problem. At least I don't have to pay for gas right? But that worrying about how to pay the bills and having enough to live on is another little stress adder to the shoulders. High prices of everything and not sure if we will have enough money to get through the rest of the month is just another other. Now it doesn't just end there - there is a whole lot more and I could probably go on a couple more paragraphs with my woes. Basically my mind set is "I know something else is going to happen, I just have to wait and POOF there it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going with all of these complaining? To this... The recent comments from people saying "The bite in these tough times ...". If I hear that one more time, especially from someone who doesn't understand what being bit means I think I am going to lose it. If your life is wonderful then I am very happy for you. If the economy situation is not hurting you then I am thankful. But I have to say I don't want to hear about how wonderful your life is and I don't want to hear how things are just unbelievably peachy for you. It is not that I don't care - to be honest I am happy for you. But I am also very sad for me. I am thankful, truly thankful that your life is going so well. But right now I have enough on my plate and I am having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to be very selfish right now. Do I want your pity? No. Do I want your I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sorry's&lt;/span&gt;? No. Do I want to discuss how my life is sucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recognition&lt;/span&gt; right now? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I want? Heck if I know. Well other than a really good nap and the economy to get better, I don't know. Oh yeah, I guess I want my truck back and to have more money. So I guess I do know - well partially. Overall I want to feel less stressed. Even though compared to some I don't have it that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, stress is in the eye of the beholder. I could have it worse. And believe me I am very thankful that I don't have it much worse. But for my mentality right now I think I have enough please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3432035722024933251?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3432035722024933251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3432035722024933251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-7912606383106293286</id><published>2008-10-07T18:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:44:49.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SOv3eAaFSrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ma9FurxPqbI/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254565485135350450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SOv3eAaFSrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ma9FurxPqbI/s320/Photo0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clarksville, TN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/187822912438588566-7912606383106293286?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7912606383106293286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=7912606383106293286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7912606383106293286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7912606383106293286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/sott-23.html' title='SOTT 23'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SOv3eAaFSrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ma9FurxPqbI/s72-c/Photo0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6527776702278355550</id><published>2008-10-07T18:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:44:42.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud</title><content type='html'>I've been quoted.  I've made the big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordlust.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html"&gt;http://wordlust.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6527776702278355550?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6527776702278355550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6527776702278355550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6527776702278355550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6527776702278355550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-proud.html' title='So Proud'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-467582121798611637</id><published>2008-10-07T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:31:04.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing the marbles</title><content type='html'>Have you ever reached your limit? You know THE limit. The time when you knew that if anything else happened, you knew that was it, all bets would be off, people would need to hide and you would need a straight jacket after it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know...When Wheel of Fortune episodes make you cry. When you consider your next conversation as an act of hostility. When eating your weight in chocolate sounds like a good idea. When you look at someone and all you can see is your thumb and pointer finger squishing their head. When all you want to do is stare at your ceiling fan and marvel that it goes round and round. When you wish you knew where all the weapons of mass destruction were. When you are considered a weapon of mass destruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;. Only me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254558237690679714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SOvw4Jkn0aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/mMC25pKehAA/s320/mushcloud1505_468x322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-467582121798611637?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/467582121798611637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=467582121798611637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/467582121798611637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/467582121798611637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/10/losing-marbles.html' title='Losing the marbles'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SOvw4Jkn0aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/mMC25pKehAA/s72-c/mushcloud1505_468x322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1017933748208171714</id><published>2008-09-20T10:29:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:17:38.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Guests</title><content type='html'>We have had some guests for the last month. We found little momma and little girl about a month ago in the pool room of our apartment complex. The baby was only about 2 weeks old when we brought them home. They were both dehydrated and starving. Little momma must not have left her baby to seek food and water and so she was not able to feed the baby very much. I brought them home because I thought they were only going to stay for a little while. I am such a softy when it comes to animals. I wish I could have a safe farm where I could rescue animals. But I have a 3 bedroom apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was under the impression that a neighbor was going to take the cats to a no-kill shelter a few weeks ago. A month has passed and they are still staying with us. Unfortunately little momma does not want to get along with all of the other cats. I am trying to find a home for both of them and it is so hard. Many people think cats are kind of a disposable pet. When they get inconvenient then they can just be released and put outside. There are so many animals at shelters that some are having to turn people away. Rutherford county has so many animals that they almost euthanize immediately because they can not find homes for all of the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the better part of this morning trying to find a no-kill shelter that has available space. So far no luck. It is really tearing me up. I know they can't stay here even though I would love them to, maybe if they got along. But even then the money situation and having 5 cats in such a small apartment is not really helping them. Sometimes I really get angry at the world, at the people that are so insensitive and uncaring about animals.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj1V-bmfqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JSAjgLvyniw/s1600-h/100_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249215123585138338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj1V-bmfqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JSAjgLvyniw/s200/100_2606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj0SxIlAxI/AAAAAAAAAao/Phu9Gu50ucI/s1600-h/100_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249213968964453138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj0SxIlAxI/AAAAAAAAAao/Phu9Gu50ucI/s200/100_2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNjzt7iEHSI/AAAAAAAAAag/dTap1GIWOqA/s1600-h/100_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249213336100543778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNjzt7iEHSI/AAAAAAAAAag/dTap1GIWOqA/s200/100_2604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj4aqq8nwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/fzW4YzR6pF0/s1600-h/100_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249218502715023106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj4aqq8nwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/fzW4YzR6pF0/s200/100_2607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj6Y0INHfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/uXU64r6TC_0/s1600-h/100_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249220669917175282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj6Y0INHfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/uXU64r6TC_0/s200/100_2608.JPG" 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/187822912438588566-1017933748208171714?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1017933748208171714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1017933748208171714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1017933748208171714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1017933748208171714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-guests.html' title='Our Guests'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SNj1V-bmfqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JSAjgLvyniw/s72-c/100_2606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-724050099565489027</id><published>2008-09-19T21:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:07:29.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Conference Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday Recap:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the uncomfortable luncheon speech we went out for a night out on the town. We met in the lobby of The Peabody. This hotel is so nice and has so much history that I could go on and on. But I won't - if your interested go to &lt;a href="http://www.peabodymemphis.com/about_us/history.cfm"&gt;http://www.peabodymemphis.com/about_us/history.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met in the lobby and then went out to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rendezvous&lt;/span&gt; - a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Memphis&lt;/span&gt; historic restaurant. Another place that has a lot of history. &lt;a href="http://www.hogsfly.com/TheRestaurant.php"&gt;http://www.hogsfly.com/TheRestaurant.php&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2118542/entry/2118541/"&gt;http://www.slate.com/id/2118542/entry/2118541/&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't thrilled with the ribs or the food but you mileage may vary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was on to Friday's for dessert and some interesting conversation. ... It's amazing what you learn about people once they've had a couple of beers and their tongues become loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course it was snooze time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday Recap:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More conference. Part of the conference are social events that the judges can sign up for. They could go off on their own, go golfing or to the Memphis Zoo. A staff member had to go to the zoo with them to get the tickets, lunch and make sure they get on the bus. (Cause you know we can't have judges running around all willy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nilly&lt;/span&gt;). I got assigned to the zoo because I didn't want to lose 4 hours of pay because they got the afternoon off. So to the zoo I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo we went up to the hospitality suite to drop off some extra lunches and I finally got to see Elvis. Two of them to be exact. They were on their way to Graceland for the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we went to Denny's. I love their clam chowder and we don't have a Denny's in Nashville. Did they have clam chowder? Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was so worn out I went back to my room, called my family and then crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Recap:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of conference. (Yeah!) If I had to stay another day I think I would have totally lost my mind. A week away from home after 3 days away from home at another conference was quite enough for me. Last day was uneventful, drive back was uneventful. Just the way I like to end a conference. Coming home and seeing my family, my cats and my wonderful comfy bed. I love my bed. I really think I could write poems about my wonderful, soft comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my week in Memphis. Pics coming soon. As soon as I go to bed and then sleep late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-724050099565489027?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/724050099565489027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=724050099565489027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/724050099565489027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/724050099565489027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-conference-happenings.html' title='Final Conference Happenings'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-8834742137163874279</id><published>2008-09-19T20:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:30:31.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Happenings 2</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was an interesting day.  We had a speaker at the luncheon.  His name is Peter Irons.  Mr. Irons is considered an American political activist, civil rights attorney, legal scholar, and professor of political science.  He was asked by one of the judges to come and speak.  I found him to be very intelligent, well spoken and knowledgeable.  However, &lt;strong&gt;and this is my opinion&lt;/strong&gt;, I also found him to be a tiny bit evil.  Now this is only based on me listening to his speech at lunch.  What research I did online has him as being very well educated and highly recognized.  However, I have to say my first thought was evil.  Not just misled but promoting evil.  I would like to do further research and I am thinking about going to the library to read one of his books to see whether or not I was just overreacting.  His topics and books seem to be highly thought of and usually have to do with court cases dealing with the separation of church and state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His speech too was regarding the separation of church and state.  He mentioned that he was a card carrying member of the ACLU and mentioned several of his books.  One of which is "God on Trial:  Dispatches from America's Religious Battlefields".  His main goal in my opinion was to have the judges remember that church and state need to be separate and this was the goal of the "framing forefathers".   He mentioned that actually non-Christians are the ones that are in the majority and Christians tend to try and make things go there way without the consideration of other groups.  He also mentioned that history proves this.  Which in certain past events have been the truth - witch hunts and the inquisition come to mind.  He does bring in both sides and tries to make statements that show that he is not choosing a side and yet I clearly felt that he was very against religion and more so Christianity.  If I hadn't had to stay because of work I would have walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch I really had him in my mind for the rest of the afternoon.  I couldn't even make any comments because the people around me kept saying how highly he was thought of as a speaker.  To my shame I wanted to say something and I didn't.  I work with and for some people that are very anti-religion.  So I said nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon I got a close up with him as he picked up his speaking fee and gathered around the registration desk to have a mini-conversation with a few judges who think his way.  I really felt this presence of him working for the devil and just doing the ground work.  Smooth intelligent talker that is pretending to be fair to both sides and is yet promoting an underlying evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if you have read his books or have heard him speak and you like other people think that he is wonderful, I say I'm sorry but I respectfully disagree.  And since this is my blog and I am allowed to express my opinion, I thought I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-8834742137163874279?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/8834742137163874279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=8834742137163874279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/8834742137163874279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/8834742137163874279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/conference-happenings-2.html' title='Conference Happenings 2'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1622727470076744154</id><published>2008-09-16T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:58:43.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Happenings</title><content type='html'>I have to say conferences are hard when it comes to the socialization part.  First I'm not the greatest person when it comes to conversation.  Especially if I don't know you very well.  I'm good if I have known you for awhile but I just get very self conscious and nervous around new people.  Second I don't drink.  It's a personal choice and kind of a long story.   Third I don't know much about football, college or professional or apparently all things that are hip, cool or trendy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with those 3 things I'm a social misfit when it comes to conferences and the hospitality suite.  I also don't fit in very well with my co-workers because they all are into football, all things trendy and all things alcoholic.  Basically I feel like an Amish girl that just got dropped off at a fraternity/sorority during rush week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conferences are one of my biggest tests as a Christian.  I'm a social non-alcoholic non-trendy outcast.  But I'm saved.  So I'm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1622727470076744154?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1622727470076744154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1622727470076744154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1622727470076744154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1622727470076744154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/conference-happenings.html' title='Conference Happenings'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1573079953102811783</id><published>2008-09-15T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:27:29.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SM7hJUDUJkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Fn0a562pmmw/s1600-h/memphis-beale-street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246378166050891330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SM7hJUDUJkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Fn0a562pmmw/s200/memphis-beale-street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Well I'm on the road again. Actually I'm in a hotel room, but you get the idea. This time we are in Memphis. The home of the blues, Elvis, corrupt politicians and Beale Street. Not necessarily in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our conference is at The Peabody, home of the infamous ducks. I am staying next door at the DoubleTree. Why? Because it is WAY cheaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we are walking to Beale Street to have dinner. If I had enough guts I would take my camera - but I don't want it stolen or anything to happen to it. Ok, ok. Truth is I don't want to act like a tourist around my co-workers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I go out on the town in Memphis. If I'm not blogging tomorrow send a search party. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1573079953102811783?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1573079953102811783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1573079953102811783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1573079953102811783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1573079953102811783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SM7hJUDUJkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Fn0a562pmmw/s72-c/memphis-beale-street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2995446743572205817</id><published>2008-09-11T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:00:29.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>I have started my whirlwind of activities again at work.  I am so charged and to be honest I think I am bouncing off walls and acting like speedy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gonzalez&lt;/span&gt;.  At least it feels like that.  This week once again I am at Paris Landing State Park for a conference.  So that is what this post is mainly concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that I&lt;/span&gt; have stayed in many different hotels for this job and to be honest state park inns do not rank really high.  It is a lovely park and right on the water.  They have a beautiful rose garden that is right next to the pool.  However room wise I think some funding should be sent their way.  A lot of it has to do with being spoiled.  I don't mean to sound like I am complaining.  I have a king size bed, cable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, a nice view of the lake and pool and the people are very nice.  But, I have no cell phone service.  The hotel and the conference center are dead zones.  You actually have to walk up a small hill to get service.  There is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; in the rooms.  The only place that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access is the Lobby and the conference rooms.  I am here in the lobby, which has very nice couches and box chairs to sit in.  They also have a large screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, which to my regret is playing the presidential forum on Fox News.  Tangent:  Isn't that considered an oxymoron - it contradicts each other - Fox and News.  Anyway, I would rather be watching something full of fluff - something where brain cells can take a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished having a fish fry out at a large pavilion right on the lake.  I had a good attendance, around 90 people showed.  We had fried catfish, which at a state park seems to be mandatory, clam strips, white beans, coleslaw, potato salad and more importantly cherry &amp;amp; peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream.  I could have done without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; but I guess they have to eat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our last day of conference and hopefully there will be no more snags.  Every conference seems to have it's own little issue.  When I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gatlinburg&lt;/span&gt; in June it was not having A/C, this conference has been a speaker canceling 2 hours before she was supposed to speak and some things that I asked to be done and weren't.  But in the scheme of things All is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is my boring conference life so far or at the very least all I can remember right now.  I'm tired so I can't be held accountable for my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Memphis.....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2995446743572205817?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2995446743572205817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2995446743572205817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2995446743572205817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2995446743572205817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5810722992129942834</id><published>2008-09-11T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:38:29.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Article</title><content type='html'>This is an interesting article regarding Sarah Palin and being a working mother.  I'm not saying anything more on that subject I think I made my position perfectly clear.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26645070"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26645070&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5810722992129942834?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5810722992129942834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5810722992129942834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5810722992129942834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5810722992129942834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting-article.html' title='Interesting Article'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3827094759815586315</id><published>2008-09-08T08:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:44:17.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Politics &amp; the Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SMVUtK4R_rI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zmIGHT0kovU/s1600-h/j0384874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243690476134071986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="146" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SMVUtK4R_rI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zmIGHT0kovU/s320/j0384874.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raise your hand if you wish the elections were over. Yeah me too. I am so over listening to the media try and act like the moral majority. They may represent a majority but I don't believe it has anything to do with morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing what we as viewers/readers of news will put up. I wonder how many people are as fed up as I am. When the media makes up it's collected mind on a subject, heaven help the person that it is attacking. Right now it is Sarah Palin. She is a working mother and of course now there is all this big deal about if she is being selfish by putting her profession above her children and her husband. Ok - now I do not know this woman and I do not know if she can actually be deemed selfish. But HELLO! We are in the 21st century. Women have always worked whether it is a home or in an office. Just because you work does not mean that you are putting your career ahead of your family. Oh and another thing. What about her husband - is he not expected to carry the weight as well just because she is a mom that means that she has to drop everything for her children or even put it on hold. So she works, AND? In this day and age women have to work to help the family make ends meet. This in NO way effects her feeling for her children or her husband. It is not a sin to be a mother and work or even to enjoy working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a perfect world women would still stay at home while the man of the house would work and bring home the money. Now again I do not know this woman and do not know her circumstances. I do know me and I know that if I had a choice I would not work I would be a stay at home mom in a heart beat. But I also know that as a working mom I do my best. When my son was younger I would make sure that I knew in advance any special events that I needed to attend or any important dates. I've even been on several field trips. I know some stay at home moms that have never been on a field trip let alone a parent/teacher conference.  Having said that of course it is all relative. There are good moms and not so good moms and I don't think blaming the working mom is the answer. How about the dad, they work and I notice it's not mentioned about how they may be selfish for not spending enough time with their children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just REALLY ANNOYS me how the media is really trying to play up that she is a working mom. She has a newborn and a teenager that is pregnant. Let's blame her working. Can we get a broader picture? Where was the dad when his daughter was looking for love from some boy? A strong male role model will limit a girl from looking for love from someone else. Is that mentioned? Of course not let's blame the mom because she is running for VP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it mentioned that children and teens who come from homes where parents (not just Mom) provide little emotional support for their children and fail to monitor their activities tend to have more emotional problems and get in more trouble than children who come from a home where there is emotional support whether from a single family home or with a mom working. Children from single parent homes, homes where both parents work and homes where one parent works can ALL have children with problems. To singularly blame a working mother for the downfall of humanity is reaching. AND yet media likes to portray that aspect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am not saying that if she was at home more that her daughter might not be pregnant but we don't know. So blaming her for working is reaching and a ploy to discredit her and in my opinion needs to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean whatever happened to the issues - gas prices, the economy, the war. HEY media people - remember those. Let's hear about where the candidates stand on THOSE issues. C'mon are you news organizations or papparazzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3827094759815586315?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3827094759815586315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3827094759815586315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3827094759815586315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3827094759815586315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/politics-media.html' title='Politics &amp; the Media'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SMVUtK4R_rI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zmIGHT0kovU/s72-c/j0384874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2068613479892077427</id><published>2008-09-03T21:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:49:49.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church and its People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SL9LIDL8DaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MpADz77_11Y/s1600-h/j0399274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241991092948962722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SL9LIDL8DaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MpADz77_11Y/s320/j0399274.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God is perfect, just, loving and forgiving. People are not. God keeps his promises. People do not.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do if you become disappointed with the church? Or more accurately the people/members/staff of a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of a church are its representatives. When they falter or make mistakes it can cause doubt and hurt feelings. When they act in a "non-christian" manner it can sometimes effect other members in a negative way. Overall we look at church goers to have a higher standard and to behave differently than the general population, even though they are only human. To a certain extent this is true, it is also true that the person looking at those church-goers should also realize that the people they are looking at are not perfect and have faults like everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do you overcome disappointment and hurt feelings relating to a church? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you look at them as human and having their own struggles. But giving someone a second, third, etc. chance can be very hard. It's a struggle. But you need to set it aside and let it go. Easier said than done. But trusting God and not people is the way. On a higher level and thinking psychologically, disappointment in people helps take them from any elevated status to making them appear more human. This is so you trust in the Lord and not in people who may fail you. Sure it hurts, sure it weighs you down, but trusting in the Lord can lighten that load and be the help to lead to forgiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I could go into "We are the body" and of course we should act like children of God. But again we are human and we have that basic human nature and fall very short of perfection. As Christians we strive to be more Christ like and that is our goal and yet we are imperfect. That is why we need Christ. Without Christ we can not reach our goal or be forgiven for being imperfect. So, it boils down to forgiveness and trust. Forgiveness is what we can give to other people and what&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;God gives to us and trust that each experience is given to us by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hebrews 12: 1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, lest you become weary and discouraged in your souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 12:12-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Therefore strengthen your tired hands and weakened knees, and make straight paths for our feet, so that what is lame may not be dislocated, but healed instead. Pursue peace with everyone and holiness, without it no one will see the Lord. See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no root of bitterness springs up, causing trouble and by it, defiling many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2068613479892077427?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2068613479892077427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2068613479892077427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2068613479892077427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2068613479892077427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-is-perfect-just-loving-and.html' title='The Church and its People'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SL9LIDL8DaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MpADz77_11Y/s72-c/j0399274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1150284577420745299</id><published>2008-09-03T19:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:39:35.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SL8sldFYGhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6alACmXWGVA/s1600-h/j0439284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241957513256507922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SL8sldFYGhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6alACmXWGVA/s400/j0439284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anger issues - Caution&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/187822912438588566-1150284577420745299?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1150284577420745299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1150284577420745299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1150284577420745299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1150284577420745299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/09/sott-22.html' title='SOTT 22'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SL8sldFYGhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6alACmXWGVA/s72-c/j0439284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-4219242115299255037</id><published>2008-08-27T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:44:40.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SLXmzY4oLkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/DxFO6xBmLk4/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239347512043122242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SLXmzY4oLkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/DxFO6xBmLk4/s400/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-4219242115299255037?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/4219242115299255037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=4219242115299255037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4219242115299255037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4219242115299255037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/08/sott-21.html' title='SOTT 21'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SLXmzY4oLkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/DxFO6xBmLk4/s72-c/Picture+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-4561625366073890899</id><published>2008-08-20T18:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:51:42.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SKyt7i9Rv5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/RDw0JeEb37Q/s1600-h/Picture+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236751705232752530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SKyt7i9Rv5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/RDw0JeEb37Q/s400/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SKyt1Fj7sZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EGyfFcQHSjw/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236751594262606226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SKyt1Fj7sZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EGyfFcQHSjw/s400/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sign of the times is that he's not a little boy anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-4561625366073890899?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/4561625366073890899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=4561625366073890899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4561625366073890899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4561625366073890899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/08/sott-20.html' title='SOTT 20'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SKyt7i9Rv5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/RDw0JeEb37Q/s72-c/Picture+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-7928960093912826979</id><published>2008-08-19T17:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:12:38.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Observations</title><content type='html'>1. People who sit at the front of the bus tend to be more social than the people who sit at the back of the bus unless it's a school bus and then the back is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saying "What else could go wrong" is an open invitation for something else to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smoke, even a tiny puff, coming from under the hood of your car is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Neighbor children are always worse than your own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Just because you have checks does not mean you have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There will always be traffic if you are in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Someone will always know more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Quiet time means something different to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Not all blondes are dumb and not all brunettes are smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Teenagers increase your electric, water and food bills exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Elevators are not fun to get stuck in unless you have snacks and good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gas prices always go down the day after you buy gas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-7928960093912826979?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7928960093912826979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=7928960093912826979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7928960093912826979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7928960093912826979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/08/simple-observations.html' title='Simple Observations'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1952430145907104657</id><published>2008-08-15T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:57:19.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Office Policy</title><content type='html'>EFFECTIVE  AUGUST  1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;NEW  OFFICE POLICY&lt;br /&gt;Dress Code:&lt;br /&gt;1) You are advised to come to work dressed according to your salary.&lt;br /&gt;2) If we see you wearing  Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we will  assume you are doing well financially and  therefore do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;3) If you  dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your  money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes,  and therefore you do not need a  raise.&lt;br /&gt;4) If you dress just right, you  are right where you need to be and therefore you  do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick Days:&lt;br /&gt;We  will no longer accept a doctor's statement as  proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to  work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Days:&lt;br /&gt;Each employee  will receive 104 personal days a year. They  are called Saturdays &amp;amp; Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bereavement Leave:&lt;br /&gt;This is no  excuse for missing work. There is nothing  you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend the funeral arrangements in your place. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad  to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour  early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom Breaks:&lt;br /&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the  stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken. After your second offense, your  picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the 'Chronic Offenders'category.  Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be  sectioned under the company's mental health policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Break:&lt;br /&gt;Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they  need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Normal size people get 15 minutes  for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.&lt;br /&gt;Chubby people get 5  minutes for lunch, because that's all the time  needed to drink a Slim-Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank  you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience.  Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns,  complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Management&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to all who are  employed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1952430145907104657?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1952430145907104657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1952430145907104657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1952430145907104657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1952430145907104657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-office-policy.html' title='New Office Policy'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-998878657519918329</id><published>2008-08-13T07:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:11:28.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SKLPZBC1eeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JjQXs66Usl0/s1600-h/error2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233973745641945570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SKLPZBC1eeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JjQXs66Usl0/s400/error2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-998878657519918329?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/998878657519918329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=998878657519918329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/998878657519918329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/998878657519918329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/08/sott-19.html' title='SOTT 19'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SKLPZBC1eeI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JjQXs66Usl0/s72-c/error2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6615722478102458494</id><published>2008-08-08T12:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:23:24.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SJyA7hrNhnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8McaKTG-r38/s1600-h/welsh-love-spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232198627237922418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SJyA7hrNhnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8McaKTG-r38/s200/welsh-love-spoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The darling hubby and I have been married for 5 years. We had planned on going out to dinner, just the two of us. However, after freshman orientation and hearing about the $80 calculator and all of the other school supplies that we will need and spend money on for our darling son, we decided to spend a quiet evening at home. We are going to have salad, steak, mashed potatoes and some cupcakes for dessert. Then we are going to watch some tv - we might even rent a movie. Ooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traditional gift for 5 years of marriage is wood and the modern gift is silverware. So basically we are going to share a twig and a spoon. Of course now that I am thinking about it - we could combine the two and have a wooden spoon. Hmmmm. The possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you honey. Happy 5th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6615722478102458494?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6615722478102458494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6615722478102458494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6615722478102458494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6615722478102458494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-years-and-counting.html' title='5 Years and counting'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SJyA7hrNhnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8McaKTG-r38/s72-c/welsh-love-spoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3727787047277669781</id><published>2008-08-06T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:23:25.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SJmltRaO7ZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-EIvIw4s5Ds/s1600-h/416OXsQiuML__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231394639353671058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SJmltRaO7ZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-EIvIw4s5Ds/s400/416OXsQiuML__SS500_.jpg" 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/187822912438588566-3727787047277669781?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3727787047277669781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3727787047277669781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3727787047277669781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3727787047277669781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/08/sott-18.html' title='SOTT 18'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SJmltRaO7ZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-EIvIw4s5Ds/s72-c/416OXsQiuML__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3420008964764695923</id><published>2008-08-05T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:33:52.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People say what?</title><content type='html'>There are just some days when you have to admit that you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and you need to avoid as many people as possible so that you don't have an altercation.  Today is one of those days.  Don't know why - I slept ok - but for some reason things are just annoying me today.  I'm all agitated.  Anyway - here are just a few annoying things that people say that adds to the agitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's be frank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first off I'm Wendy, I don't want to be anyone else and certainly not some guy named Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I pick your brain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh no - yuck.  This reminds me of the Indian Jones Temple of Doom movie where they are served monkey brains.  Ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you busy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets be honest.  You can't say yes even if it is true and you can't say no because then they wonder what you're doing.  This is kind of a no win situation.  Which is why I think boss' learn this at boss' training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I talk to you for a minute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually this does not end well.  It usually means you're in trouble for something or they want to give you more work.  Look out if they pull you aside from the group - then the fight or flight defense kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding much!  What happened to asking?  Now I have said "Will you do me a favor?" but I know the limit of what the favor should be.  Some people do not.  By definition a favor is an act showing a gracious, kind, or friendly attitude.  Now depending on how big this favor is depends on how gracious, kind and friendly the person will be.  If you come and demand - well then the gracious, kind or friendly attitude may be on vacation that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some changes need to be made or There shouldn't be too many changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom.  Everyone say it together - DOOM.  Now I'm not saying that all change is bad - I mean the only thing that stays the same is that everything changes.  But for some reason change in the work place usually means DOOM.  As individuals we can adapt - but when you get us in a work environment and put us with other people - look out.  It goes back to the whole work place is an alternate universe/dimension theory that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3420008964764695923?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3420008964764695923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3420008964764695923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3420008964764695923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3420008964764695923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-say-what.html' title='People say what?'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5541024497577349891</id><published>2008-07-29T09:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:16.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SI88mPQX-TI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GARTRRCr9dw/s1600-h/j0427830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228464320028342578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SI88mPQX-TI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GARTRRCr9dw/s200/j0427830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I'm a sicky. I have had this thing that has recently been diagnosed as a viral infection for almost 2 weeks now. Fever, ear pain, sinuses, mucous. Yes mucous. I said it. One of the most disgusting words in the English language and not only have I said it but I have it. Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm home today because well I just feel crummy. My body is yelling at me loudly that I need to rest and well I am listening. Not entirely, mind you, but I am listening. I was torn between going to work or staying home with my DH and DS (who by the way are healthy - the little dears). Sometimes I think work is more relaxing, but then again home has the bed. The nice comfy big bed with the pillows and the blanky. Love the bed! Love! Love! Love the bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the decision making process the bed cheated and I decided to stay home. So that's where me and my mucous are - at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5541024497577349891?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5541024497577349891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5541024497577349891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5541024497577349891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5541024497577349891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/sicky.html' title='Sicky'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SI88mPQX-TI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GARTRRCr9dw/s72-c/j0427830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2752987610340117516</id><published>2008-07-23T15:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:16.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIePs9kyuUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7bs8wILFsrU/s1600-h/100_2563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226303895192648002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIePs9kyuUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7bs8wILFsrU/s400/100_2563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I feed wildlife when they are picking plants?&lt;br /&gt;Can't they just eat the plants they've picked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2752987610340117516?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2752987610340117516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2752987610340117516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2752987610340117516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2752987610340117516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/sott-17.html' title='SOTT 17'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIePs9kyuUI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7bs8wILFsrU/s72-c/100_2563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-4065486017949388091</id><published>2008-07-23T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:17.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transportation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIdKcvzhb5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/7M9f6qcxmWc/s1600-h/lg_bus_skyline2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226227750316109714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIdKcvzhb5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/7M9f6qcxmWc/s200/lg_bus_skyline2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I have started to ride the Park &amp;amp; Ride. I have to get up a half hour earlier so that I can get to the pick up site and get in line to wait for the bus. Yes, I said wait in line. I get there about 20 minutes before the bus arrives and already there are about 10 people in line. The reason is so you can guarantee that you have a seat and won't have to stand the whole way. Which I did on way home on the first day I rode (and it wasn't pretty - 45 minutes on a bus that stopped and started and broke quickly and sped - I was a wreck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main thought #1. Public transportation wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so public. I am the first to admit that I am spoiled in driving to work. I can leave when I want, listen to what I want and am comfortable as I am driving. I don't have to listen to other people complain, I don't have to be careful not to move to much to annoy the person next to me and I don't put my life in someone elses hands as he speeds down the highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second thought. I think people would be more concerned about the environment if it wasn't such a pain to be a conservationist. It's hard to see the plus side of saving the environment by all of us not driving when I am sitting next to someone who needs a shower and a breath mint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest I am not really putting up with all this for the environment. I'm doing it to save on gas and wear &amp;amp; tear on my car. I admit it - I'm doing it for selfish reasons. The plus side is that I am also helping the environment. Which if you listen to the news is what everyone should be concerned about. (Tangent: I'll worry about the environment after I know that my bills are paid and that my family is safe.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if we are strongly encouraged to take public transportation, why is the transit authority getting rid of routes and reducing their force. More and more people are taking public transportation because of gas prices, so buses are overcrowded (we had 15 people standing the whole route this morning). So again the business mentality is to cut routes and buses. I just don't get it. But then again I don't get the fact that gas is almost $4.00 a gallon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it comes down to what is more important to me. Saving money so that I can pay my bills (which have also skyrocketed) and give up some personal space and comfort OR spend $50 a week on gas and be able to sing to the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooo - tough call!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-4065486017949388091?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/4065486017949388091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=4065486017949388091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4065486017949388091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4065486017949388091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/public-transportation.html' title='Public Transportation'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIdKcvzhb5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/7M9f6qcxmWc/s72-c/lg_bus_skyline2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1158835045720960962</id><published>2008-07-18T14:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:34:14.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangent To You Know Who</title><content type='html'>I know you read my blog and all I can say is listen to the song playing by Natalie Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is past! I will stumble, fall down, I will make mistakes and face heartache - &lt;strong&gt;BUT I will NOT be moved! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now feel free to go on with your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1158835045720960962?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1158835045720960962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1158835045720960962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1158835045720960962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1158835045720960962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/sidetrack.html' title='Tangent To You Know Who'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5184921325353686965</id><published>2008-07-18T12:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:17.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIDVsPKoaDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MMRV3Yq00jM/s1600-h/100_2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224410523711858738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIDVsPKoaDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MMRV3Yq00jM/s200/100_2474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Husband and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIDWNK3YNEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/awtEWCFTLGo/s1600-h/100_2414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224411089493046338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIDWNK3YNEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/awtEWCFTLGo/s200/100_2414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Son (Pre Florida - he's taller &amp;amp; leaner now) and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIDWCEyFIMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/QWsmNUoTJUw/s1600-h/100_2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224410898881650882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIDWCEyFIMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/QWsmNUoTJUw/s200/100_2438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5184921325353686965?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5184921325353686965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5184921325353686965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5184921325353686965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5184921325353686965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-family.html' title='I Love My Family'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SIDVsPKoaDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/MMRV3Yq00jM/s72-c/100_2474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-8397131366305124186</id><published>2008-07-16T09:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:18.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTT (Sign of the Times) 16</title><content type='html'>I love the clam chowder and the buffalo chicken sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;I just love Denny's. I wish a Denny's would live near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SH4Ei4hmqcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4flcZbY3_CQ/s1600-h/100_2570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223617615131748802" style="CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SH4Ei4hmqcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4flcZbY3_CQ/s200/100_2570.jpg" width="245" 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/187822912438588566-8397131366305124186?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/8397131366305124186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=8397131366305124186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/8397131366305124186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/8397131366305124186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/sott-sign-of-times-16.html' title='SOTT (Sign of the Times) 16'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SH4Ei4hmqcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/4flcZbY3_CQ/s72-c/100_2570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2411709549321240550</id><published>2008-07-15T10:23:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:19.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzBXvqzm6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/3jFHchPToVg/s1600-h/100_2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223262281520094114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzBXvqzm6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/3jFHchPToVg/s200/100_2410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leo - Senior Fluffy Butt who is a scaredy cat and oh so full of love. Regal little thing isn't he. Likes: catnip, treats, the shaking of the treat jar, a clean litter box (or else), licking salt off of Michael's arm, plush toys (don't ask) and tuna. Dislikes: hates to see the bottom of the food bowl, lawn mowers, loud noises and anything that is new and strange to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzBzv7e2FI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0JsiTsAgDME/s1600-h/100_2243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223262762626373714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzBzv7e2FI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0JsiTsAgDME/s200/100_2243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Bit - mischief maker where you can see it in his eyes when that streak hits. My tuxedo kitty, who I saved from the outside world and who better stop scratching my furniture! Likes: listening to the voices in his head, being outside on the porch, head butting, snuggling (but on his terms), swatting sister on head as she passes by, being in high places, potatoes and green mousy. Dislikes: sister can be annoying, not being able to go outside when he wants, being brought back inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzEKhBFf0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9WtjxFRSvww/s1600-h/100_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223265352783593282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzEKhBFf0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9WtjxFRSvww/s200/100_2278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mika - conceited princess, high queen of the world. Cranky little babushka girl. Likes: red yarn balls, chasing red yarn balls, getting red yarn balls out of magic drawer, putting red balls in water bowl, looking cute, getting attention, cuddling up to one of the brothers. Dislikes: When red balls disappear or get wet, not getting attention, when brother won't play or snuggle, being touched when in finicky mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzC659QxGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sR5FVLNd-xc/s1600-h/100_1796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223263985088906338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzC659QxGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/sR5FVLNd-xc/s200/100_1796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzCKcaWOJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zM_RjoFEwQY/s1600-h/100_2573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223263152524114066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzCKcaWOJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zM_RjoFEwQY/s200/100_2573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzJNuXs58I/AAAAAAAAAXY/TtEXdogT9C4/s1600-h/100_2276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223270905465857986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzJNuXs58I/AAAAAAAAAXY/TtEXdogT9C4/s200/100_2276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2411709549321240550?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2411709549321240550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2411709549321240550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2411709549321240550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2411709549321240550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-cats.html' title='I Love My Cats'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHzBXvqzm6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/3jFHchPToVg/s72-c/100_2410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1616649368032954463</id><published>2008-07-14T11:11:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:20.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Weeds</title><content type='html'>"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered" Ralph Waldo Emmerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt9Md3YVDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KMd6jMByDD0/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222905845995033650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt9Md3YVDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KMd6jMByDD0/s200/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt88doRemI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6BJuHBgt6fU/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222905571053763170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt88doRemI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6BJuHBgt6fU/s200/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt8uImf8NI/AAAAAAAAAWY/twU5EaGq0cg/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222905324891009234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt8uImf8NI/AAAAAAAAAWY/twU5EaGq0cg/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt8RLa2jiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WKYX_-_X76M/s1600-h/100_2465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222904827431259682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt8RLa2jiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/WKYX_-_X76M/s200/100_2465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt7szes_QI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5L6q2VY3ujw/s1600-h/100_2451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222904202529668354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt7szes_QI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5L6q2VY3ujw/s200/100_2451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt7giU2JeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5jufhhvDY5Y/s1600-h/100_2441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222903991766492642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt7giU2JeI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5jufhhvDY5Y/s200/100_2441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt7RcJnorI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IWEEjObVeM8/s1600-h/100_2413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222903732410753714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt7RcJnorI/AAAAAAAAAVw/IWEEjObVeM8/s200/100_2413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1616649368032954463?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1616649368032954463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1616649368032954463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1616649368032954463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1616649368032954463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-weeds.html' title='I Love Weeds'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHt9Md3YVDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KMd6jMByDD0/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6347966611411907386</id><published>2008-07-11T20:51:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:21.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Camera</title><content type='html'>Love it, adore it. I would probably take my camera everywhere if I could get away with it. Unfortunately sometimes it is not practical - of course that has not always stopped me. Even though I love my camera I am not opposed to upgrading. However the one I have an eye on is almost $600 and well somethings are more important. For now I am happy to be clicking away and sharing. Here are some recent photo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgTvBMEyHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DTkZlIdtZWk/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221945466429950066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgTvBMEyHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DTkZlIdtZWk/s200/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgTmaAyxdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SQ2jI_duxC4/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221945318474696146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgTmaAyxdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SQ2jI_duxC4/s200/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgUkEHWtVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/uwHrV_RUy0k/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221946377748526418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgUkEHWtVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/uwHrV_RUy0k/s200/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgRzaX-JuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cpFzKJZa6js/s1600-h/Picture+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221943342886954722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgRzaX-JuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cpFzKJZa6js/s200/Picture+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgRkPfxLuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HfvJvi9SUSI/s1600-h/Picture+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221943082268831458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgRkPfxLuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/HfvJvi9SUSI/s200/Picture+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgRFjqXVKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/W_dPU0gz0bY/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221942555106038946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgRFjqXVKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/W_dPU0gz0bY/s200/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&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/187822912438588566-6347966611411907386?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6347966611411907386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6347966611411907386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6347966611411907386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6347966611411907386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-camera.html' title='I Love My Camera'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHgTvBMEyHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DTkZlIdtZWk/s72-c/Picture+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3871289518849516741</id><published>2008-07-09T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:10:13.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the Times 15</title><content type='html'>Leaving the typical sign of the times - here is one of those "Here's your sign" things... or maybe it might be more of "You might be a redneck.." thingees.   But either way I think it might be a sign of the times.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macon.com/"&gt;http://www.macon.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reunited couple's nuptials highlights 13th annual Redneck Games in Dublin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck couple made it official Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Rawni and Rob, aka "Robo," tied the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge from Perry handled the nuptials before offering to read the newlyweds their rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob tossed his bride's Dixie flag garter belt into a crowd of clinking beer cans. The pair had their first dance to "Hold My Beer," performed live by Lance Stinson Band. Then they dove into the mudhole, hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why get married on a stage at the 13th annual Redneck Summer Games at Buckeye Park in East Dublin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Cause we're rednecks. It seemed like the appropriate place," said the new Mrs. Robert Sprague, "and we get to be on TV."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CMT channel will air the ceremony this month on the My "Big Fat Redneck Wedding" reality television show. The couple signed up for the program through a WQZY (Y-96 FM) radio promotion this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawni met Rob when she was a fifth-grader in Pennsylvania. They dated in high school but eventually lost touch, going their separate ways and marrying other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, around the time of Rob's 20th high school reunion, he found her on classmates.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was his date. The high school sweethearts rekindled the flame. They became engaged last October during a race at the Talladega Motor Speedway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawni, who works in wellness at a Warner Robins assisted living facility, said she wasn't going for one special look as a bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her vintage wedding gown, heavily beaded and white, covered a triangle-top bikini in a Confederate flag print and barely exposed the not-new tennis shoes she wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairdressers from the Mane Craze salon in Warner Robins styled her tresses into Shirley Temple curls that dangled down over her bottle cap earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Mosley, Rawni's maid of honor, and Kerri Short, a bridesmaid, ditched dresses for denim mini-shorts and red and white checkered mid-drifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three women donned long acrylic nails painted in a flag pattern, which matched the bride's bikini and her dumbbell navel ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawni carried her bouquet of silk red and white roses in an empty Jack Daniels whiskey bottle. Her bridesmaids followed suit, carrying their flowers in Coors Light and Bud Light cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was always the one," Rawni said about the man she was to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She soon would meet him on that stage, where he stood in a white three-piece suit - vest matching Rawni's bikini - and a white cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 8,000 people attended the Redneck Games on Saturday, said James Stinson, president of the East Dublin Lion's Club, an event sponsor along with Y-96, WMCG (104.9 FM) and WDBN (107.5 FM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games, which poke fun at "kuntry" culture, feature activities such as Bobbin' for Pigs Feet, Armpit Serenade and the ever popular Mud Pit Belly Flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stinson said all proceeds go to local schools, community groups and Lighthouse, a charity for the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Outler won Bobbin' for Pigs Feet, where eight people bobbed in troughs of water for raw pigs feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat small in stature, Outler said the fact that he pulled out 14 feet in two rounds is a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unless you're a big guy, you ain't got no big mouth," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival went until midnight. There was a Miss Redneck competition, bands played on and more rednecks became one with the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I needed a detoxification of my skin," said Beth Lewis, who walked around barefoot after jumping in the mudhole with her two young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis said she drove 97 miles from Griffin to attend her first Redneck Games at the suggestion of her uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was proud to be a redneck and plans to return next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being a redneck means being country and living your life to the fullest with what you have," she said. "It's a good thing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3871289518849516741?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3871289518849516741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3871289518849516741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3871289518849516741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3871289518849516741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/sign-of-times-15.html' title='Sign of the Times 15'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1016391151703777665</id><published>2008-07-08T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:27:29.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy is Back</title><content type='html'>YEAH!  The boy is finally back.  He looks taller, skinnier and wonderful.  I tried not to cry when I saw him get off the plane, but I failed.  I admit it I cried a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back with lots of stories.  He had a good time, but he is glad to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for bringing him back safely (because I know this was a challenge).  And most of all thank you for bringing him home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1016391151703777665?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1016391151703777665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1016391151703777665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1016391151703777665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1016391151703777665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-is-back.html' title='The Boy is Back'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3449779691265589570</id><published>2008-07-07T07:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:21.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corporate World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHIPr8z8y8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WdMbQMW53kc/s1600-h/j0349123.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220252165808638914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHIPr8z8y8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WdMbQMW53kc/s320/j0349123.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The corporate world is an amazing place. Full of dreams, fantasy and unrealistic ideas. I'm not sure what happens once regular people start working in a business environment. Some people just seem to lose their minds completely, some dwell between reality and fantasy and others, well others become just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my office for instance. We were once normal everyday happy people. And on some days you can even get a glimpse of what we were like when we were not shoved into offices and cubes and made to dance at the whim of some maniacal dictator (usually those days are Friday after lunch).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, maniacal dictator may be too strong (maybe), but there is truth in that statement. You get a whole bunch of people together and put a few in charge and BAM things are bound to change (not necessarily for the better). Things happen to people. I'm not sure if it's the brainstorming sessions, the unrealistic deadlines, the endless meeetings or what, but people stop thinking normal and start thinking "corporate". It's quite scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, take my office (please...) . In my department we have 3 people that handle all of the conferences. One of these people has decided to leave and go back to school (to be a lawyer of all things). Now a normal person (people) would hire someone to take that persons place. Hah - wrong. The business people have decided to divide that persons work out to the remaining 2 people. With no incentive like more money or anything else. The perks are that you get more work, more travel, less time for yourself and your family, and you might get a thank you, but only if you are a really good girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's not the insane part. What's insane is that the 2 remaining workers are going to do it with a minimum amount of fuss. Can you believe it? I mean when did 2 starting equalling 3. It must be business math. OR there has to be something in the water cooler or in that coffee that is supplied so readily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's just another day in the corporate world. Where good ideas go bad and bad ideas run rampant. However, if I start hearing "Join Us, Join Us" and people start walking around with glassy eyes and are drooling - well then I think I might ... well at the very least I'll shut my door. After all there is only so much one person can take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3449779691265589570?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3449779691265589570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3449779691265589570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3449779691265589570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3449779691265589570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/corporate-world.html' title='The Corporate World'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SHIPr8z8y8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/WdMbQMW53kc/s72-c/j0349123.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3813962097660446804</id><published>2008-07-02T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:21.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SG2QzBLp1kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mIqKISk4hJ4/s1600-h/sadwoman.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218986749357315650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SG2QzBLp1kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mIqKISk4hJ4/s320/sadwoman.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I know that sometimes you just have to let go. I also know that sometimes that is easier said than done. I also know that I was so not ready to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I talking about you ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my son, my only child, the little boy that I love so much has been on vacation in Florida. In the beginning it was only going to be for a week. That week went by and they asked if he could stay for a couple more days. A couple more days turned into a week. They asked again if he could stay a couple more days until after the 4th. Now it is another week. So in all he will be gone 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now I understand that I am being emotional and I understand that I need to get over it. I am also willing to say that I might be overreacting. But I know how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he is having fun and this is his first time away from home for more than 3 days. I want him to have a good time and I am even enjoying having time without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's my problem? Deep down I knew this was one of those moments that were life changing. I knew that this was going to be a transition from the little boy to the full fledged teenager/man. I think I figured that a week wouldn't really bring on a big transition. However 3 weeks is a different story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are moments in everyones life where there are changes and you can maybe pinpoint when certain things have changed in yourself or in others. One of mine was when I went to visit my brother in Pittsburgh when I was 14. This trip is one for Patrick. I know when he comes back he will be Patrick but I really think he will be different, more grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that it is a bad thing - I just wish I knew this was going to be that transition time. I just was not ready. I just wish I had more time to prepare, to get used to the idea. I think it is mostly that I feel that I will have lost part of him. This is his step to grow up and become a man and I have to accept it and I will in the long run. But it is sad to me that this is one of those steps that he has to take and is taking it without me, yet I know it has to be taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am still sad. Despite the fact that I know it has to happen. I guess it's a mom thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3813962097660446804?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3813962097660446804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3813962097660446804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3813962097660446804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3813962097660446804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SG2QzBLp1kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mIqKISk4hJ4/s72-c/sadwoman.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-3048036163901017267</id><published>2008-07-02T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:22.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the Times 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGwcilOfWzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yxrqa6gaikU/s1600-h/bananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218577448649579314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGwcilOfWzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yxrqa6gaikU/s400/bananas.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are they trying to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-3048036163901017267?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/3048036163901017267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=3048036163901017267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3048036163901017267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/3048036163901017267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/07/sign-of-times-14.html' title='Sign of the Times 14'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGwcilOfWzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yxrqa6gaikU/s72-c/bananas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-345873925557388315</id><published>2008-06-25T10:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:22.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the Times 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGJgk7GAmtI/AAAAAAAAATw/PELlYnzLCXA/s1600-h/214542286_707b5b681c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215837505902910162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGJgk7GAmtI/AAAAAAAAATw/PELlYnzLCXA/s400/214542286_707b5b681c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGJga4tFYBI/AAAAAAAAATo/x75dEnK3PnY/s1600-h/214542286_707b5b681c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-345873925557388315?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/345873925557388315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=345873925557388315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/345873925557388315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/345873925557388315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/sign-of-times-13.html' title='Sign of the Times 13'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGJgk7GAmtI/AAAAAAAAATw/PELlYnzLCXA/s72-c/214542286_707b5b681c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-6852323500637668713</id><published>2008-06-24T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:12:34.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah ABC News</title><content type='html'>I am very happy to admit that I was wrong.  In my previous post I mentioned that the news outlets would not mention anything about Senator Obama's speech and commentary by Dr. Dobson.  I thought it would not be mentioned because of how it relates to religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I happily admit I was wrong.  I was watching ABC News this evening and not only was there a segment on it with sound bites but it was on at the beginning, where they put top news stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, KUDOS to you ABC News!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6852323500637668713?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6852323500637668713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6852323500637668713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6852323500637668713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6852323500637668713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-abc-news.html' title='Yeah ABC News'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5658186460570573938</id><published>2008-06-24T09:50:00.033-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:23.129-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidential race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><title type='text'>Politics as Usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGEWX5RkyVI/AAAAAAAAATg/p-VFh1NKpBc/s1600-h/j0384874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215474443239082322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGEWX5RkyVI/AAAAAAAAATg/p-VFh1NKpBc/s200/j0384874.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you know me then you know that I am very strong willed and minded. I love to debate and enjoy a really good discussion. I am also not very political. During an election year I do my homework and research who I think would be the best candidate. But I don't usually do more than that. Unfortunately this year I have to admit I am not very enthusiastic about either candidates. Both candidates have their pros and to be honest a lot of cons. Unfortunately this seems to be one of those years where I think for many people it is going to come down to who is the lesser of two evils. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now having said that and admitted that I am strong willed, I also admit that I respect other peoples opinions and agree that they have a right to have that opinion (even if it does not agree with mine). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I do subscribe to the not talking about certain things philosophy (of course it does depend on who I am having the conversation with) but I feel the need to share. If you have visited my blog before then you know that I was rooting for Mike Huckabee. I liked his way of thinking more than any of the other candidates. Unfortunately he was not long for the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, like many of you I was waiting for the outcome of the Obama/Clinton weirdness. I thought both had interesting ideas as well as scary ideas. Now that Clinton has dropped out that leaves the race between Obama and McCain. Neither of which in my opinion are good candidates. I am one of those people that doesn't vote strictly by party. I vote either way - I think of myself as a democratublican. I'm not big on McCain and I am not big on Obama - both have good ideas and both have lousy ideas. It was down to who had the least bad ideas. Until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am still not big on McCain - but after hearing Focus on the Family this morning I do know that I am totally &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; for Obama. Before when I heard Obama speak I found him to be very energetic and a motivational speaker. He has said some very interesting and relevant things during his campaign. Which is why I was considering voting for him. &lt;strong&gt;However&lt;/strong&gt;, on today's broadcast Dr. Dobson responded to a speech given by Obama regarding his views of the role of religion in government. After just a few minutes of listening to Obama speak - I was very angry. Angry enough to pass on the link for the audio and to get it out that this is the way this man thinks. You know this is not going to be on the evening news or even discussed anywhere else. Which is a shame - that we are prisoners of our own media - and we are only allotted what they think is important or relevant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's another post. It goes without saying that I was very surprised how someone can come across as so intelligent and yet be such an idiot. This same man that goes to church and claims to be a christian has shown his true self. Words fail me. I don't want to say jerk or fool - but this is a man that is bent on deceiving people and has reduced peoples faith to a triviality and has made a mockery of the bible and people of faith. Hypocrite comes to mind as well as other words. I am thoroughly angry and I am glad that now I know. Before I voted and possibly made a huge mistake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please click on the link and listen to the comments made by both Senator Obama and Dr. Dobson. Then make up your own mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citizenlink.org/content/A000007665.cfm"&gt;http://www.citizenlink.org/content/A000007665.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's soapbox brought to you by The People Who Want A Decent Presidential Candidate To Show Up Before We're Dead Committee. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5658186460570573938?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5658186460570573938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5658186460570573938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5658186460570573938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5658186460570573938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/politics-as-usual.html' title='Politics as Usual'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SGEWX5RkyVI/AAAAAAAAATg/p-VFh1NKpBc/s72-c/j0384874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2191835078279189838</id><published>2008-06-18T09:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:23.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><title type='text'>Sign of the Times 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SFkaJgdjl7I/AAAAAAAAATU/-gsRHPEbRqM/s1600-h/100_2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213226794293106610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SFkaJgdjl7I/AAAAAAAAATU/-gsRHPEbRqM/s200/100_2571.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this one in Sevierville, TN on my way back from conference last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you wait for your car to be cleaned you can get a spray tan. That's service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although if they did the auto detail to the person that might not be so bad, I could do with a hand wash and wax and my car could use with a tan. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2191835078279189838?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2191835078279189838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2191835078279189838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2191835078279189838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2191835078279189838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/sign-of-times-12.html' title='Sign of the Times 12'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SFkaJgdjl7I/AAAAAAAAATU/-gsRHPEbRqM/s72-c/100_2571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1155004534201082192</id><published>2008-06-18T09:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:23.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SFhCBONvlEI/AAAAAAAAATM/uqtPX8Vqg4g/s1600-h/j0427680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212989157444392002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SFhCBONvlEI/AAAAAAAAATM/uqtPX8Vqg4g/s200/j0427680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boy is on his way to Florida to visit with the in-laws for a week. He is flying into Ft. Lauderdale and will return next Wednesday. I am hoping that he has a great time, even though I will miss him very much. This is his first time away for more than a couple of days. And I am stressing. Not only will he be gone for a week, but he is flying for the first time, will be in another state, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am actually handling it well and in front of him I have been very controlled. I didn't want him to remember me panicking or crying and I know that I have to let go and let him grow. I mean he is 14 and I think I have done a pretty good job in raising him thus far. Of course all of those outside influences, but I know I can't make all of the decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to raise them and then let them go so they can continue the cycle, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1155004534201082192?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1155004534201082192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1155004534201082192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1155004534201082192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1155004534201082192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-vacation.html' title='On Vacation'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SFhCBONvlEI/AAAAAAAAATM/uqtPX8Vqg4g/s72-c/j0427680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-7272278987963242419</id><published>2008-06-17T08:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:18:55.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatlinburg'/><title type='text'>A Few Photos - Courtesy of Gatlinburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564258632611&amp;amp;site=widget-a3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=432345564258632611&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a3.slide.com/p1/432345564258632611/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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We had out 2 sessions in the morning, air working, handouts ready, people happy that it would soon be over (that includes staff and attendees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got over at 11:00 am and by the time we packed up everything I left the hotel around noon.  I drove into Pigeon Forge and stopped at Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's talk about Denny's for a moment.  Denny's.  Denny's.  Denny's.  I miss that restaurant.  In Florida you can find one almost on every corner.  In all of TN there are only 2.  1 in Pigeon Forge and 1 in Memphis.  Me I live no where near either one.  It's a tragedy really.  I love their clam chowder which used to be only served on Friday's.  I was there on a Thursday and was hoping that maybe I could get some.   I looked at the menu and they have actually moved Clam Chowder to Wednesdays through Friday.  Hope high I asked and wouldn't you know they were out and waiting on the truck to bring some.   Ok, I did not let the depression set in - I moved on and ordered the Buffalo Chicken Sandwich.  They have improved it.  It used to be on a hamburger bun but now it is on ciabatta bread and was so unbelievably YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I drove home in my nice little state car that I really thought about keeping.  It was a nice drive back with a kickin stereo and me doing 80.  It was a very nice way to end a conference that will probably end up being the one that I talk about as being the low point.  The good thing though is that everything that I did was good and everything that went bad was way out of my control.  I can live with that quite comfortably!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though I am glad that it is over and I don't have to start worrying about another conference for a couple of weeks.  I can wind down from this one and get all of the paper work and do all the final things that need to be done before I have to start thinking about the September and October conferences.  And with that I heave a deep sigh and say Woo Hoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-6784216742562720471?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/6784216742562720471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=6784216742562720471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6784216742562720471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/6784216742562720471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/conference-day-4.html' title='Conference Day 4'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-7450974416370456033</id><published>2008-06-12T07:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:16:32.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Day 3</title><content type='html'>Oy!  What a day.  We had breakout sessions, which means that the main room is split into separate rooms and each room has different sessions throughout the day.  Now on a normal day, this would have been fine.  However, one of my speakers cancelled at the last minute, so we decided to run the DVD from the May conference (same speaker).  Only no one could hear the sound because we couldn't get the sound going in the house system.  We ended up having a microphone next to the speaker in the laptop.  The people in the back couldn't hear and the people in the front said that they could barely hear a thing.  I ended up taking names of people that wanted me to just send them the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, one of the other speakers decided not to come and not let me know.  She however sent a replacement.  Problem was that the replacement she sent was the speaker that we used in May that no one liked because she was unprepared and did not know what she was talking about.  Then to add insult the other woman says that she didn't bring the handouts that were supposed to go with the session.  So of course another list was started for people who wanted a copy of the handout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to be honest all of this I can handle.  There is really nothing that can be done but to go with the flow and hope the attendees aren't that whiny.  BUT, there is more.  The major issue was that we had no air.  Yup, that's right.  It was 95 degrees outside, I have almost 300 people attending and we have no air.  Needless to say that hardly anyone was happy.  Apparently, Monday when that storm went through it blew out two of the units of the hotel.  The ones that controlled the a/c in the meeting space.  I think I handled it well, I was very apologetic and stayed calm and nice.  I got up several times and spoke to the crowd and apologized and tried to be accommodating (as much as they would let me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel did not step up until Wednesday afternoon.  Up until then it was we can't find a problem, even though it is a sauna in your meeting space.  Anyway, when they finally admitted there was a problem, one of our tech staff had had a hissy fit on the phone with out deputy director (who was at another conference in Gatlinburg).  So he came over and even though I had things well in hand - it looked like he came over and saved the day and the damsels in distress.  The hotel is going to comp our meeting space but most importantly for my attendees they received free baskin &amp;amp; robbins ice cream and could make sundae's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got the air fixed in the evening before the dance (yes we have a dance).  I was a little afraid that it would be hot and then no-one would show up.  I mean who wants to dance if it is a sauna.  But it was fixed by the time the dance started at 9pm.  I actually went down and stayed until midnight.  I even danced.  Thankfully no-one had brought a camera to capture those moments on film.  It was a lot of fun socializing and hanging out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-7450974416370456033?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/7450974416370456033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=7450974416370456033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7450974416370456033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/7450974416370456033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/conference-day-3.html' title='Conference Day 3'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-9101108145341620625</id><published>2008-06-10T20:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:35:45.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Day 2</title><content type='html'>Well today was the setup, get everything ready, register people, have some sessions and listen to the complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a good nights sleep, which is unusual on my first night at a conference and hotel.  The bed is comfy and the pillows are nice.  I got up at 6am (EST) and got ready.  The shower lived up to my expectation.  Water pressure was good which as you may know is very, very important at a conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs at 7:30 and partaked of the free continental breakfast.  Got to love free food.  At 8am I went over to the room where the conference is going to be held.  I set up the registration table and unloaded handouts and other things that the clerks might be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration began at 10am and that started what seemed like a never ending stream of people trying to get their packets and information.  The first session began at 1pm and by that time I had handled complaints, rooms, vendors, breaks, av equipment, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introductions went well and we had a person from the department of tourism come and speak and welcome us to Gatlinburg.  She left some interesting flyer's about all of the places to go and see downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessions went well too.  Unfortunately the air conditioning in the room was not working due to a storm last night - so the room was very very hot.  Maintenance came several times and finally we were able to get a large fan and that helped a little.  Hopefully they will be able to have it fixed before our tomorrow sessions.  300 hot and sweaty clerks means 300 cranky clerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to fix the hospitality suite by removing the couch and putting in a table.  Now there is room for seating as well as the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our last session, me and Taylor (tech guy) talked about tomorrow and what we are going to need AV wise.  After I got back to my room I decided to go out and check out downtown.  I ended up walking 2 miles.  I saw most of downtown and took some pictures, my batteries ran down though.  And not just in the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back in my room looking at all of the lights of downtown, hearing the screaming from the haunted house and the music from the different attractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of conference, second day of trip.  Thank God it's time for bed.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-9101108145341620625?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/9101108145341620625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=9101108145341620625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/9101108145341620625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/9101108145341620625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/conference-day-2.html' title='Conference Day 2'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-4101104232327100348</id><published>2008-06-09T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:51:51.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference - Day 1 (Travel Day)</title><content type='html'>I picked up the state car and was surprised to actually have a pretty decent car. It is a Dodge Avenger. Nice stereo, nice pick up and very comfortable. I wonder what the penalty is for keeping the car longer than I'm signed up for. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to leave the office around 9am since Gatlinburg is about a 4 hour drive and EST. Of course with all the last minute details and little fires that had to be put out I actually left around 9:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to Gatlinburg is a nice drive. It is still technically spring, even though it has been in the 90s, and the flowers are still in bloom and everything is so green and new looking. After you pass Crossville on I40 you start to leave the hills and enter the mountain area. There is a spot when you are at the top of this mountain and you come around this curve and you can see the valley from the road - it is such a breathtaking view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to Knoxville and they have closed part of I40 down till next year - so you have to take this detour. I was a little worried about it, anxious that I might miss the exit for 441 - but it was a decent detour and they had lots of signs. The drive on 441 heading towards Sevierville, Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg is an interesting drive. Other than the houses, it reminds me of one of those drives that you used to take with your parents when you were a kid. A 2 lane road in some parts and nothing on the side of the road except some mom and pop places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevierville and Pigeon Forge were really clustered. You are only allowed to go 35 mph in the downtown area, which is a good idea because of all of the amusements and sights. But somehow at 2pm I didn't expect that much traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite traffic I made it to my pre-conference meeting with the hotel. We are staying at The Edgewater in downtown Gatlinburg. It is a nice hotel and my room is very nice. I have a nice view of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-con went well and everything seems to be ready for tomorrow.  The rooms, the breaks, the sessions.  The only problem we seem to be having is with the hospitality suite.  It is in part of a suite and the common area is where the actual hospitality room is going to be.  The room is smaller than they are used to so the hospitality committee is not happy.  The hotel and I are trying to accomodate them in their requests but there is only so much that we can do.  Since most of the clerks come in tomorrow we have some time to come up with ideas to make the room work for their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stay in tonight - I'm tired, it was a long drive and the bed looks really comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the conference begin! (after nap time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-4101104232327100348?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/4101104232327100348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=4101104232327100348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4101104232327100348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/4101104232327100348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/conference-day-1-travel-day.html' title='Conference - Day 1 (Travel Day)'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5020376787589019973</id><published>2008-06-06T13:34:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:24.545-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renoir'/><title type='text'>TN State Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked over this afternoon during my lunch hour and experienced part of the TN State Museum. Which is free by the way. It is in the TPAC building which is right across from where I work. Right now they have an exhibit going on about impressionist painters. One of the major artist being shown is Renoir. It is only going to be there until Sunday, June 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only had about a half hour to walk through the section. It was not enough time for me to really look at each painting/sketch, but I did view all of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmFM56RopI/AAAAAAAAASk/76QQPKc2ilw/s1600-h/100_2454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208840900780860050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmFM56RopI/AAAAAAAAASk/76QQPKc2ilw/s200/100_2454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmFXJ6RoqI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZalddZB-eGs/s1600-h/100_2455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208841076874519202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmFXJ6RoqI/AAAAAAAAASs/ZalddZB-eGs/s200/100_2455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmE3J6RonI/AAAAAAAAASU/X7gBFToe8X0/s1600-h/100_2452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208840527118705266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmE3J6RonI/AAAAAAAAASU/X7gBFToe8X0/s200/100_2452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmFeJ6RorI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wO63__D1LBo/s1600-h/100_2456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208841197133603506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmFeJ6RorI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wO63__D1LBo/s200/100_2456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmG_Z6RotI/AAAAAAAAATE/Gz9ymu3b7z4/s1600-h/100_2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208842867875881682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmG_Z6RotI/AAAAAAAAATE/Gz9ymu3b7z4/s200/100_2453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to have to go back tomorrow to get a good look and to take my time. I like to take my time and look at each one and get close and see the brush strokes and really look at all of the details. I might even bring my husband and kid - they need some culture anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tnmuseum.org/"&gt;http://www.tnmuseum.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5020376787589019973?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5020376787589019973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5020376787589019973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5020376787589019973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5020376787589019973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/tn-state-museum.html' title='TN State Museum'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEmFM56RopI/AAAAAAAAASk/76QQPKc2ilw/s72-c/100_2454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-5347862147921437039</id><published>2008-06-04T07:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:24.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='license plates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car tags'/><title type='text'>Sign of the Times 11</title><content type='html'>Pretty much says it all&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEXUJ16y9JI/AAAAAAAAASM/p4Em5fC12c8/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207801809681446034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEXUJ16y9JI/AAAAAAAAASM/p4Em5fC12c8/s320/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-5347862147921437039?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/5347862147921437039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=5347862147921437039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5347862147921437039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/5347862147921437039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/sign-of-times-11.html' title='Sign of the Times 11'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEXUJ16y9JI/AAAAAAAAASM/p4Em5fC12c8/s72-c/Picture+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-2738300193854517143</id><published>2008-06-03T15:34:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:25.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy is 14!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is hard to believe but my boy is 14 today! It hardly seems like it's been 14 years since I had 18 hours of labor. But that is what he tells me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Pookie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207757116251763730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEWrgV6y9BI/AAAAAAAAARM/gHBEinq31Hw/s320/Wendy02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758752634303586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEWs_l6y9GI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9PBAIg4k1B4/s320/Wendy01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207759495663645810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEWtq16y9HI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EBnGOhzDI9U/s320/100_2258.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-2738300193854517143?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/2738300193854517143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=2738300193854517143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2738300193854517143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/2738300193854517143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/boy-is-14.html' title='The Boy is 14!'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEWrgV6y9BI/AAAAAAAAARM/gHBEinq31Hw/s72-c/Wendy02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-1548597118269411144</id><published>2008-06-01T14:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:26.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fluffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEL8fV6y9AI/AAAAAAAAARE/xwzySy1e1rA/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207001734583612418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEL8fV6y9AI/AAAAAAAAARE/xwzySy1e1rA/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the fluffiest member of our family. His name is Leo. Patrick bought him from the shelter in Nashville 4 years ago. He is the largest of our cats and is probably the meekest. He is very sweet and loving, faithful and has a tender heart. Don't be fooled by all that fur, he loves treats and that is partly why he looks so big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187822912438588566-1548597118269411144?l=imbrium1212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/feeds/1548597118269411144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=187822912438588566&amp;postID=1548597118269411144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1548597118269411144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187822912438588566/posts/default/1548597118269411144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbrium1212.blogspot.com/2008/06/fluffy-wesley.html' title='The Fluffy'/><author><name>Wendy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768820484527973410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SQYFE7rRJoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FGcNdog15JA/S220/100_2709.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SEL8fV6y9AI/AAAAAAAAARE/xwzySy1e1rA/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187822912438588566.post-802566118459410898</id><published>2008-05-27T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:42:26.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Hotel Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SDzHOos1IUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6E1mTgHakyI/s1600-h/j0428556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205254323590996290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WyCrs9sflKQ/SDzHOos1IUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6E1mTgHakyI/s200/j0428556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I am on the road again. This time I am in Cookeville for the SCALES Project. Just in case you care (and even if you don't), SCALES stands for Supreme Court Advancing Legal Education for Students. SCALES is a TN Supreme Court initiative designed to education students about the judicial branch of government. This time around we are at Boys State. Boys State is different from my other SCALES. The other projects I am in total control from beginning to end. I plan every little detail. With Boys State a lot of the planning is done by the hosting judge as well as the American Legion. Boys State is unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over 600 High School juniors are selected from around the state to attend the program at Tennessee Tech University in Cookeville as part of a week long program. These kids have a very busy week and really must be dedicated because it is a strict schedule. They have classes/events that include CPR, conventions and caucuses, a talent show, an inaugural ball, a speaker from NASA, a parade and more. Thankfully my only part involves 2 cases being heard in front of the Supreme Court. Even then a lot of the work is done for me by the hosting judge and the American Legion. This is an easier conference, compared to the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am sitting in my hotel room trying to find something good on tv. So far, nothing. I could do some work, I have lots of that. But it seems kind of wrong to be sitting here doing work. The hotel is nice. I have a king size bed and the room is pretty big. There is a desk and a nice recliner chair, which I am sitting in. It comes with a hair dryer, a coffee maker and free internet access. I think I appreciate the internet more than the hair dryer or coffee maker. But, one of the most important things to me before the internet is the shower and shower head. I love hotels that have those shower heads that have multiple settings and include a massage setting. Water pressure is important to me too. I won't find out about that until tomorrow morning though. But I have to say I am impressed that the shower has it's own separate light. There is a light in the actual bathroom, but also a light in the shower. I love when I am in a hotel room for work and it seems like I am being pampered. :-) Even though technically I'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss and I went out to dinner after we helped set up all of the equipment, bench, etc... at the university. We went to Puleo's Grill and I was concerned that I would not have enough money, but I got the buffalo chicken sandwich and it worked out ok. It was very yummy and really hit the spot. No dessert, but wow they sounded delicious. Especially the Chocolate Hazelnut Mousse Cake. After dinner we went our separate ways once we reached the hotel. Which is fine by me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The downside so far is that there are not very many good channels on the tv, but I do have internet so I really can't complain. Well I guess it's time to log off and get some sleep before tomorrow. It is going to be a very long and tedious day herding really smart teenage boys. 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