<?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-109880075323281156</id><updated>2012-02-15T11:07:36.964-06:00</updated><category term='CANCER'/><category term='memories of my mom'/><category term='diet'/><category term='2011 goals/wishes'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Hurricane Gustav'/><category term='````````````````````````````````````````````````````'/><category term='family'/><category term='redecorating'/><category term='GPS'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Alzheimer&apos;s'/><category term='gracyn denbesten'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='math tips'/><category term='The other woman'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='memories of my dad'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='enjoying nature'/><category term='healthy living'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>2 day is good</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2406875105631525920</id><published>2012-02-03T17:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T17:37:49.919-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='````````````````````````````````````````````````````'/><title type='text'>Funny student stories</title><content type='html'>Since I'm retiring at the end of this school year, I've been thinking I should write down some of the funny events that have occurred in my classroom.  One day last week a student handed me an empty Wal-Mart sack first thing in the morning.  I asked, "Is this trash honey? Do you want me to throw it away?" She looked at me and said, "No, you told me to bring a bag to school." I thought and thought and was coming up clueless. She told me it was on the note I sent home. I said, "Oh, sweetie, you were supposed to bring a bag of conversation hearts!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently doing our fairy tale unit and the culminating activity will be cereal box book reports and a parade where students dress as the fairy tale character from their report.  I asked my students to bring an empty cereal box to school so I would know they had one.  Two weeks later 2 students have brought a cereal box.  For two weeks, I have also put a note about the cereal box on homework online, and this note is printed and given to each student.  They put it in the homework section of their notebooks in a sheet protector so it is very accessible for everyone.  I asked parents to let me know if they did not have a cereal box.  I haven't heard from anyone.  This brings me to Feb. 3rd, the day after the hundredth day of school.  I have an empty cereal box from one of the snacks that students brought for our celebration.  I once again talk about cereal boxes and ask if each student has one.  My Junie B. Jones (a very adorable but somewhat mischievous book character) brought the cereal box so I ask her if she needs it for her book report.  She says yes so I give it to her and she puts it in her cubby.  At the end of the day, Junie comes up to me and says very seriously, "This cereal box is empty."  To which I replied, "Sweetie, you brought the cereal for the hundredth day of school and we ate it yesterday with our hundred item snack mix.  That's the reason your box is empty.  You told me you needed a cereal box for your book report."  Poor Junie looks very puzzled and doesn't seem to understand why I have given her an empty box to take home.  OH MY!!!  I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.  Where did I go wrong?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-2406875105631525920?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2406875105631525920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=2406875105631525920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2406875105631525920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2406875105631525920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2012/02/funny-student-stories.html' title='Funny student stories'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2923754863753204273</id><published>2012-01-27T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:56:00.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AT&amp;T--please give me a break</title><content type='html'>I need some help with my phone service.  I have no land line working at my home since we had all the rain at the beginning of the week.  I did everything I could think of to troubleshoot to no avail. Now I also have an AT&amp;amp;T cell phone.  You might think that it would be okay that my home phone isn't working because I could use my handy dandy cell phone.  That's a problem though cause you see my cell phone doesn't really work inside.  Sometimes I can go to the dining room window and stand in a certain position and it will work.  Other times I can go outside and get a connection, but almost every time the call gets dropped which I know is really hard to believe since AT&amp;T promises to have the fewest dropped calls of any carriers.  They really need to re-evaluate this promise because the number of my dropped calls would certainly disprove this.  I call the 800 number once, but get disconnected.  I'm sitting outside and I get through on the 2nd try and get a recording. You know the type:  press one if you want ......., press 2 for so and so........ it goes on and on.  I press the appropriate number and then it goes through a list again and I push the appropriate number.  Then out of clear blue it says I'm not pushing the appropriate number, but I'm not pushing ANY number.  I then push the prior correct number and it tells me 3 more times to push the correct number.  It finally says it will connect me to a customer service representative that will be able to assist me.  Hidden message that it sends me, "Hey dummy, can't you press the right number????  Are you stupid?"  The recording does say they are experiencing a high volume of calls at this time. I hold for a couple of minutes and it says a representative will be with me in approximately 2 minutes.  I am hopeful at this time, thinking this won't be so bad.  It starts to go downhill though when every few minutes I get a recording that says I can report this at AT&amp;T.com forward slash repair.  They must think I'm a slow learner because they keep repeating themselves OVER and OVER.  Hey guys, I'm a teacher and I'm a good listener and I heard you the first time and I understand I can go to AT&amp;T.com forward slash repair, but I don't want to do that; that's why I called you!!!  I want to talk to a living, breathing, and talking human being. Now in case you have forgotten I am outside.  It's getting a little colder now and I only have a short sleeved shirt on and of course my jeans and shoes.  I'm getting colder and colder, but wonder if I should take a chance on being disconnected by walking into the house to get a jacket.  I wait a few more minutes and think it's really cold so I go in and find a Christmas sweatshirt hanging in the laundry room.  Now I wonder how will I be able to put the sweatshirt on since I can't take a chance and put the phone down so I carefully put one arm in and then the other all while precariously holding the phone and pulling the sweatshirt over my head.  It works and I go back outside.  I sit and sit.  That 2 minute wait becomes 5, 10, and then 15.  I don't know who taught them how to tell time;  it certainly wasn't me!!  They really need some remediation or a refresher course.  Finally, I hear a male voice that asks for the number I am calling about.  The first thing I say is, "Can I give you my cell phone number in case we get disconnected because my cell phone always drops calls?"  The customer service representative is very nice and checks the line and says he thinks the problem is on their end and he will send someone out, but since I don't have the repair service included in my plan I will be charged if they come out and find the problem is inside the house.  Since I'm into saving money instead of spending it these days, I ask if there is anything else I can do.  He asks if I know where the gray telephone box outside the house is and he explains to me the steps to take.  I try and get worried that I might break something so he tells me he really thinks it is their problem and he will have someone out on Tuesday.  I say, "That's a really long time!"  He says he will have someone out sooner if at all possible.  I'm thinking I can't even talk on my cell phone in the house and I'm not going outside every time I get a phone call.  Total length of my phone call:  22 minutes and 28 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got it going on now AT&amp;T, let me tell you about my little cell phone that doesn't work in my house.  I don't live in a heavily wooded area.  I live within the city limits and I'm about .6 of a mile from a major highway that runs through town.  You would think I would have a good connection, but I don't.  I don't have an iphone, just an inexpensive Samsung.  It's not the phone though because my friends with iphones have no bars at my home either.  When my renewal came up the last time and I got this phone, I thought I can't take the dropped calls all the time so I paid $50 for a MicroCell, which acts as a mini tower in your home and promises increased connectivity.  I get the MicroCell home and go through the process of getting it installed and anticipate the sight of many bars on my phone.  I then find out that my phone, which I have had at the time for less than 6 weeks is not a 3G, which is required for the MicroCell to work.  Now the AT&amp;T representatives know what phone I have.  It is in their records.  They held it in their hands, but they apparently don't know their products so well.  I return the tower and talk to someone at the store who says, "I didn't even know we sold phones that weren't 3G."  AT&amp;T never offered to let me exchange my phone for a 3G phone so I could utilize the tower and be able to use my cell phone in my home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've written enough now so I shall close by saying, "Come on AT&amp;amp;T help me out with my home phone and cell phone.  Your service doesn't live up to your advertisements." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****My home phone is working as of apprx. 3:30 on Monday, Jan. 30th---which is a day earlier than expected.  I talked to two people today--one from corporate and one in the service department and they were both very helpful.  I appreciate the good customer service.  I'm crossing my fingers on my cell phone reception at my home now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-2923754863753204273?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2923754863753204273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=2923754863753204273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2923754863753204273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2923754863753204273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2012/01/at-give-me-break.html' title='AT&amp;T--please give me a break'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3943302119747845979</id><published>2011-12-31T16:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:25:33.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of my 100 goals/wishes for 2011</title><content type='html'>At the end of 2010, I wrote 100 goals/wishes for the new year.  Here's what I feel  I accomplished in some ways (although some were not accomplished as fully as I intended to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel more. Places I want to visit during my lifetime: Hawaii, States in the Northeast in the Fall, Oregon, Washington, North Carolina to see my former student Tanner play basketball at UNC at Wilmington, Wyoming, Las Vegas, California, Grand Canyon, Europe, Australia, Canada, China,and Alaska.  &lt;b&gt;(NOT happening this year, but just wait for 2012--retirement begins in June 2012.  We did vacation in Santa Fe and that was a much needed relaxing trip.  We also had a short trip to Austin and Fredricksburg for our niece's wedding reception.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a cruise.  &lt;b&gt;(Coming in Summer 2013 for sure---it will be a graduation and retirement celebration with my friends)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Vacation with the girls. Yes!  We had a really great trip to Galveston with lots of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to concerts.  We had a great time at a James Taylor concert and a Stevie Nicks concert.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Exercise.  Some---but still need a regular consistent exercise schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Lose weight--- A little but not nearly enough&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Try new recipes.  Yes!!!  Favorites were all from Pioneer Woman:  Her husband's favorite steak sandwich, pineapple upside cake, and egg in a hole (I know it's crazy I never had it before.  What can I say??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Spend quality time with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Update kitchen. YES!!!!  We got rid of very dated wallpaper and it is now paint a color called wisteria snow--a soft soft blue, and the bottom below chair rail is called shark loop, which is a gray blue.  We still need a new stove, but it will come in time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Declutter and Simplify.  It's a work in progress, but if you looked at my garage you would say no way did you declutter.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Save money.  I think I did.  I certainly think I bought a lot less clothes.  What do you think sweet hubby?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;Make extra principal payments on mortgage.  House will be paid for before I retire!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Read.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt; Favorite book:  The Help.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Grow my own vegetables.  With the hot summer, my garden was not as good as I had hoped but I did grow some tomatoes, peppers, spinach, and cilantro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Teach Adah some tricks.  Well, if you count jump on everyone that comes in, lick you in the face, jump high in the air to greet you with so much love, and sit, then yes!   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My husband says to work on being nicer; I think this is really directed towards him.  You know sometimes we are nicer to other people than our own families, which isn't the way it should be.  My hubby gets the worst of me at times and I'm sorry for this baby.  Thank you for loving, encouraging, and supporting me.  I'm a work in progress.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Volunteer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;b&gt;Be more frugal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Participate in the 5K walk/run for David Milson on March 26th.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Go to a Rangers game.  &lt;b&gt;We did go to 2 minor league games:  Frisco Roughriders and Grand Praire AirHogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35.  Get a pedicure.  I was saving $$ here and gave them to myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.  &lt;b&gt;Praise, worship,and pray.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40.  Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.  Buy less.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42.  Plant flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.  Take time to smell the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  Look for rainbows.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.  Go tubing.  I did in a swimming pool, but this isn't exactly what I meant!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48.  Watch the Rose Bowl and celebrate when TCU wins.  GO HORNED FROGS!!!   1st accomplishment!!!  Hurrah!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.   Keep in touch with former students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  Send my 10 year letter to my 2nd grade students from 2001.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.  Trim the hedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  Celebrate my 32nd wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.  Watch Rylea play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.   Babysit Hannah and Haley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.  Buy thoughtful presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.  Have fun with my daughter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.  Kim and I get the iTouches set up and ready to go for my school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.  &lt;b&gt;Play games.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65.  Enjoy the sun and the rain and the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.   Sleep later than 7 am on the weekend.  I actually did this a few times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.  Seek the positive and avoid the negative.  I've learned a great deal this year; it's important to focus on the positive because the negative just drags you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.  Hold a baby.  Thanks to baby Jackson!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;72.  Do random acts of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.  Clean out my closet.  I did this, but now it needs it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.  Sell some stuff I don't need or want on swap shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.  Go to First Monday in Canton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.  Put at least 1 puzzle together.  If children's puzzles count, then yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.  Accentuate the positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.  Love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.  Donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.  Reach out to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.  Plan a family get together with our nieces and nephews.  One side of the family, but need to plan something else with the other side.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;89.  Finish writing my 100 goals.  I didn't think I'd get this far, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.  Recycle more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.  Be thankful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;97.  Always have a smile to share.  Even on some bad days, I always smiled with the kids I taught.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.  &lt;b&gt;Go on walks--I did this a little, but not nearly as many times as I should.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.  &lt;b&gt;Take relaxing Sunday drives with my hubby--we took a few, but definitely not enough.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.  Make a difference in the lives of the children I teach. I have a wonderful group of kids that bring me hugs, love, and laughter.  It's great to end a 31 year teaching career with such a special group of children.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3943302119747845979?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3943302119747845979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3943302119747845979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3943302119747845979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3943302119747845979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/12/recap-of-my-100-goalswishes-for-2011.html' title='Recap of my 100 goals/wishes for 2011'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5953802269177045132</id><published>2011-12-14T18:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:44:23.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Easy Toffee Cookies and I can't eat just one!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I made my favorite easy recipe, but I'm warning you these cookies are addictive.&amp;nbsp; This version uses chocolate and peanut butter chips and saltine crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easy Toffee Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmW3bniqdjo/Tuk86Ute1kI/AAAAAAAAA6I/w08mf-7Mc-o/s1600/IMG_4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmW3bniqdjo/Tuk86Ute1kI/AAAAAAAAA6I/w08mf-7Mc-o/s320/IMG_4108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Melt 1 stick of butter with 1/2 cup of lightly packed brown sugar and cook for 2 minutes after it starts to boil.&amp;nbsp; On a greased cookie sheet place a sleeve of saltine crackers side by side.&amp;nbsp; Today instead of greasing the cookie sheet, I lined the cookie sheet with foil---but you must cover the sides or all the yummy deliciousness will run under the foil. &amp;nbsp; This worked better than greasing the pan and they were much easier to get out. &amp;nbsp; Pour the hot butter/sugar mixture over the crackers.&amp;nbsp; Place pan in the oven at 350 for 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp;  As soon as cookie sheet comes out of oven sprinkle 1 cup of peanut butter chips and 3/4 cup of chocolate chips on crackers.&amp;nbsp; Wait a few minutes (Do NOT put pan back in oven).&amp;nbsp; Use a knife to spread the melted chips over the crackers.&amp;nbsp; Let pan cool a little and then place in refrigerator or freezer to harden melted chips.&amp;nbsp; After it hardens, break into pieces to eat.&amp;nbsp; Hope you enjoy them as much as my family does!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-5953802269177045132?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5953802269177045132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5953802269177045132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5953802269177045132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5953802269177045132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/12/easy-toffee-cookies-and-i-cant-eat-just.html' title='Easy Toffee Cookies and I can&apos;t eat just one!!!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LmW3bniqdjo/Tuk86Ute1kI/AAAAAAAAA6I/w08mf-7Mc-o/s72-c/IMG_4108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-590723513373021903</id><published>2011-10-08T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:42:25.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What's Happening?!?!</title><content type='html'>It's a great day!&amp;nbsp; I normally have a difficult time in October or at least for the past 4 years I have. &amp;nbsp;You see it's been 4 years since my mom passed away (Oct. 12th)&amp;nbsp;so about this time every year I&amp;nbsp;reminisce and feel an emptiness.&amp;nbsp; I'm doing good so far maybe it's because I cried for a while last Sunday at bible study.&amp;nbsp; Did I get my crying out?&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday was a difficult day also.&amp;nbsp; By the time I got home I was almost in tears again, but I didn't cry.&amp;nbsp; I was just right there--ON THE VERGE.&amp;nbsp; My sweet hubby gets the worst of me.&amp;nbsp; I'm good all day at school, but by the time I get home I'm beat.&amp;nbsp; I feel stressed.&amp;nbsp; I feel tired, but I feel love.&amp;nbsp; I feel joy and I love my 2nd graders.&amp;nbsp; So hubby, thanks for being there and loving me and telling me I can do this and everything will be ok.&amp;nbsp; You know when times are tough, you give me more reasons to love you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read some of my memories of my sweet mom &lt;a href="http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/10/remembering-my-mom.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I was definitely a momma's girl and I know that sounds weird being the age I am, but you know it doesn't bother me in the least.&amp;nbsp; I am who I am because of her and the way she raised me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life lesson:&amp;nbsp; Tell your family and friends you love 'em or reminisce with them&amp;nbsp;a special moment you had&amp;nbsp;with them.&amp;nbsp; It can make a difference in their day/life.&amp;nbsp; We aren't promised tomorrow so make the most of every day.&amp;nbsp; There have been many people since school started that have said little things to me that have made a difference in my day and literally kept me going.&amp;nbsp; So thank you friends.&amp;nbsp; You know who you are.&amp;nbsp; I love and appreciate you.&amp;nbsp; Little things mean more than you know.&amp;nbsp; So go ahead,&amp;nbsp;step out of your comfort zone, take a&amp;nbsp;chance and&amp;nbsp;make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-590723513373021903?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/590723513373021903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=590723513373021903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/590723513373021903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/590723513373021903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening?!?!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7975051348672409874</id><published>2011-05-08T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:58:11.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am very thankful this mother's day for my two children.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to believe they are 24 and 27 years old.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of the adults they have become.&amp;nbsp; Here are some memories I hold forever in my heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZbrYLS3OI8/TccdUUYEfFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3xmQFmH_V0o/s1600/scan0024-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZbrYLS3OI8/TccdUUYEfFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3xmQFmH_V0o/s320/scan0024-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0aXmUNDEtw/TccdUqbRbII/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_iczoCnmy-A/s1600/scan0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u39pKFkvCR4/TccdUiwDkTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/PoId2iT4MIg/s1600/scan00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is Jordan before Mike and Melaura's wedding.&amp;nbsp; He was afraid to walk down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the aisle.&amp;nbsp; When he did, the ring bearer's pillow kept rising until it covered&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; his face and he said, "I want my momma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgdT0g7NlsA/TccdVdj2BGI/AAAAAAAAA34/5K7aS5opnlM/s1600/IMG_3286.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RgdT0g7NlsA/TccdVdj2BGI/AAAAAAAAA34/5K7aS5opnlM/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Christmas 2010 at Biergarten before the Candlelight Processional at Epcot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd4HNzgaXio/TcckCu38hLI/AAAAAAAAA4I/SIkv0jzSDlI/s1600/scan0005.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qd4HNzgaXio/TcckCu38hLI/AAAAAAAAA4I/SIkv0jzSDlI/s320/scan0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sweet!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E1TwTl4RQQ/TcckCoz1NMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z3q0uzhFPI0/s1600/scan0047.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E1TwTl4RQQ/TcckCoz1NMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z3q0uzhFPI0/s320/scan0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan is 8 and Sarah is 5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ft__pILxLo/TccqVFUo4NI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UOX45LV1-rI/s1600/image0-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3eLIirho2RM/TccqVuIB-hI/AAAAAAAAA5g/mY4Yp2uU-lI/s1600/Pictures%2B017.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3eLIirho2RM/TccqVuIB-hI/AAAAAAAAA5g/mY4Yp2uU-lI/s320/Pictures%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to watch&amp;nbsp; Sarah dance.&amp;nbsp; Here she is with her nieces and nephew.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3LJsR8zBUs/TccZhRKKl6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/xzklqhmo2zk/s1600/scan0019.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--3LJsR8zBUs/TccZhRKKl6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/xzklqhmo2zk/s320/scan0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and her Nana Dec. 1989&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsLFyF0m4pI/TcckDKzTQyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VDniHp4quTg/s1600/image0-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsLFyF0m4pI/TcckDKzTQyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/VDniHp4quTg/s320/image0-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan being held for the first time by Mike's parents at our home in 1983&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&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/109880075323281156-7975051348672409874?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/7975051348672409874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=7975051348672409874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7975051348672409874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7975051348672409874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZbrYLS3OI8/TccdUUYEfFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/3xmQFmH_V0o/s72-c/scan0024-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3906382752472426007</id><published>2011-03-31T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T07:41:57.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Teachers and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday shall go down in history as a really bad day in our school district.  I had just finished lunch and was in the office when one of our new teachers walked by.  I was still in the office when she walked by again with tears in her eyes and I knew what was happening.  Teachers were being told they would not have a job next year due to reduced state funding.  So the above scenario happened numerous times in every school in my district.  Then I had heart failure when I was told that the principal needed to see me.  My heart was pounding out of my chest.  I couldn't think; I couldn't see straight; I was scared.....  My position was being eliminated, but I was told I had a job as a 2nd grade teacher.  I taught 2nd grade before my Title 1 Math job.  I loved teaching 2nd grade, but after being a classroom teacher for 24 years I didn't anticipate having to return after 6 years at my current job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Our new teachers are amazing.  I would very honestly say they are the best group of new teachers I have worked with.&amp;nbsp; It was indeed a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day for everyone at my school, but especially for those that lost their jobs. &amp;nbsp;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Judith Viorst wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;.  I read it to my 2nd graders and they wrote about their bad days.&amp;nbsp; I think a new version needs to be written with the names of Texas teachers that lose their jobs this year and include photos of the students affected, but that would take a very thick book, wouldn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3906382752472426007?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3906382752472426007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3906382752472426007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3906382752472426007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3906382752472426007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad.html' title='Texas Teachers and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-9170484858455460487</id><published>2011-03-24T20:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:01:40.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adah, my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0px auto 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My daughter used to say that her brother, Jordan, was the blessed child.  Now she has changed her tune because now the blessed child is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;ADAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAUaIyxCJLk/TWmVTq6zXuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/IEKaVx-wjVs/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAUaIyxCJLk/TWmVTq6zXuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/IEKaVx-wjVs/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adah was meant to be Sarah's dog, but with Sarah's work schedule and living in an apt. it didn't work out which made Sarah sad.  I was already attached to Miss Adah though.  She was such a sweetie pie and she jumped in the pool after balls and frogs and sometimes just to cool off.  So Adah became my little doggy.  Sarah still loves her and probably comes home more to see Adah than her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A very special thank you to Amanda who gave us our precious pup about a year ago.&amp;nbsp; No need to worry about Adah.&amp;nbsp; She is spoiled rotten and hubby says she is treated better than he is. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4YLkDi7sCg/TYv2qG8Cn0I/AAAAAAAAA24/M5Fu40ju9_8/s1600/IMG_2882.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4YLkDi7sCg/TYv2qG8Cn0I/AAAAAAAAA24/M5Fu40ju9_8/s320/IMG_2882.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/109880075323281156-9170484858455460487?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/9170484858455460487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=9170484858455460487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/9170484858455460487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/9170484858455460487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/03/adah-my-baby.html' title='Adah, my baby'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAUaIyxCJLk/TWmVTq6zXuI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/IEKaVx-wjVs/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6503643386434521401</id><published>2011-02-01T17:13:00.040-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:49:50.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Memories of David Milson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Our family friend, David Milson, lost his battle with cancer on&amp;nbsp; Monday, Jan. 31st.  He will be missed by all who knew him.  I don't think he ever met a stranger because he talked to everyone.  There just aren't too many people like David in this world.&amp;nbsp; My mom would have said they broke the mold when David was born.&amp;nbsp; He was so much more than a friend or coach, inspiring not only his players but friends he encountered in his day to day life.  For you see, once you met David he was your friend and he remembered you and details about your life. My daughter, Sarah, loved David.&amp;nbsp; He taught her to two step and he always had a hug when she needed one.&amp;nbsp; When she graduated from high school, he wrote,&lt;i&gt; "I know you're going to love Tech.&amp;nbsp; Stay out of Uncle Nasty's and go to the library."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;One of his former students, Michael Green, wrote on David's facebook page, &lt;i&gt;"Coach once told me, "Whatever you are, be a good one.""&lt;/i&gt;  I can hear him saying that.  He had an uncanny ability to say just what you needed to hear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;David joined my family for several Thanksgivings.  He always brought some pies, many smiles and lots of laughter to our home along with a few tricks to share.  We loved him.  My great nephews thought he was a relative and I guess you could say he's the relative everyone wishes they had.  Each year they hoped "the magic man" would be there.  He would find quarters behind their ears and he had a floating dollar they tried to catch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUhz8gS1CqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/wMYwnUUYAVY/s1600/100_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUhz8gS1CqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/wMYwnUUYAVY/s320/100_1242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Monday evening when we arrived at the Milson's home and were taking  phone messages, David pulled the wool over our eyes once more.&amp;nbsp; I was  attempting to write and the pen wouldn't cooperate.&amp;nbsp; In fact the bottom  section kept bending when I was trying to write.&amp;nbsp; I asked my friend Robin for another pen, telling  her this one was broken.&amp;nbsp; She messed with it a little, jokingly accusing me of  breaking it, but discovered the trickster was at it once more!!!&amp;nbsp; It was  David's trick pen.&amp;nbsp; He brought us laughter once more.&amp;nbsp; David always seemed to have a bag of tricks up his sleeve. On New Year's Eve, he showed us how to use the prank call application on his iPhone.&amp;nbsp; He loved everyone's reactions to his magic tricks and pranks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;David's treasures were his family.  Oh, how he loved them!  I love this picture of David and Rylea.  When Rylea's date came in to meet her parents for the first time, this is the sight that welcomed him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUghPB01PaI/AAAAAAAAA08/2F-5viOI4A4/s1600/david%2Band%2Brylea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUghPB01PaI/AAAAAAAAA08/2F-5viOI4A4/s320/david%2Band%2Brylea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's just say he was protective..........and funny........and very genuine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;David loved to watch his kids play basketball.  He taught them to play with skill and heart and to love the game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUghPCiKjiI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EQlbvy-0d8M/s1600/david%2Band%2Btanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUghPCiKjiI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EQlbvy-0d8M/s320/david%2Band%2Btanner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Valree asked David to dance over 28 years ago.  We are so glad he accepted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUh91UokjDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/7xfsojVOYe0/s1600/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUh91UokjDI/AAAAAAAAA2E/7xfsojVOYe0/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While our hearts weep from what we have lost, we know there is great rejoicing in Heaven.  I can only imagine yesterday in Heaven, welcoming our "Coach", our friend.  I imagine there was contagious laughter from his jokes and magic tricks and I bet they had a great game of basketball, probably a never ending tournament began.  Let us remember the way David lived his life and some of his words from his &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/coachmilson"&gt;caring bridge site&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember to let go and let God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible teaches: that God can use anyone, anywhere, to be His instrument of provision for those who trust Him.  This truth has been evident in this journey many times over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to God throughout the day and involving him in everything I do has really filled my heart and soul.  I’m just a simple man that is learning everyday how God blesses you when you include him in all you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning:  I believe you win with average people doing above average things.  &lt;br /&gt;Losing:  Is a habit, just like winning, knowing the difference in the habits is key."   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and don't forget to drive friendly cause that's what the sign says.  I just read this from &lt;a href="http://highschoolsportsblog.dallasnews.com/archives/2011/02/my-memory-of-former-cedar-hill-coach-dav.html"&gt;Mark Dent's sports blog on Feb. 1st&lt;/a&gt; about David.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6503643386434521401?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6503643386434521401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6503643386434521401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6503643386434521401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6503643386434521401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-memories-of-david-milson.html' title='My Memories of David Milson'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TUhz8gS1CqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/wMYwnUUYAVY/s72-c/100_1242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-1188207505818166118</id><published>2011-01-04T17:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:50:26.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears flow freely for Officer Jillian Smith</title><content type='html'>Every time I hear the story of the young &lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/news/city/tarrant/stories/010411dnmetcopvigil.6743ce.html"&gt;police officer, Jillian Smith&lt;/a&gt;, I get tears in my eyes.  Sometimes I can wipe them away, but other times like right now they flow freely down my cheeks.  I didn't know Jillian; but I wish I had.  She was an incredible young woman that was far too young to die, but an 11 year old girl lives today because Officer Smith shielded her from gunfire.  Heaven is more beautiful today because Jillian is there.  This verse comes to mind---John 15:13 &lt;br /&gt;There is no greater love than to lay down one's life for one's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers are with the Smith family.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-1188207505818166118?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/news/city/tarrant/stories/010411dnmetcopvigil.6743ce.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1188207505818166118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1188207505818166118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1188207505818166118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1188207505818166118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/01/tears-flow-freely-for-officer-jillian.html' title='Tears flow freely for Officer Jillian Smith'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8924603881623120335</id><published>2011-01-02T09:33:00.082-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:01:59.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011 goals/wishes'/><title type='text'>My 100 Goals/Wishes for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got this idea from a friend that I used to teach with--Windy.  She just got married and I'm so happy for her and wish her the very best in the years ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;My 100 Goals/ Wishes for 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;in totally random order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1.  Travel more.  Places I want to visit during my lifetime:  Hawaii, States in the Northeast in the Fall, Oregon, Washington, North Carolina to see my former student Tanner play basketball at UNC at Wilmington, Wyoming, Las Vegas, California, Grand Canyon, Europe, Australia, Canada, China,and Alaska.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;(NOT happening this year, but just wait for 2012--retirement begins in June 2012.&amp;nbsp; We did vacation in Santa Fe and that was a much needed relaxing trip.&amp;nbsp; We also had a short trip to Austin and Fredricksburg for our niece's wedding reception.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2.  Go on a cruise.&amp;nbsp; (Coming in Summer 2013 for sure---it will be a graduation and retirement celebration with my friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3.  Vacation with the girls.  We didn't have a trip this past summer and I really missed that time together with my friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4.  Go to concerts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5.  See Trans Siberian Orchestra at Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6.  Go camping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7.  Exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;8.  Lose weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;9.  Try new recipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;10.  Spend quality time with my hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;11.  Update kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;12.  Declutter and Simplify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;13.  Sew more and set beginning stages for my business endeavor, "Little Delights" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;14.  Decide whether buying an applique/monogramming machine would be profitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;15.  Save money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;16.  Make extra principal payments on mortgage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;17.  Read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;18.  Grow my own vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;19.  Pick blueberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;20.  Can more jellies, jams, and make lots of hot sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;21.  Have some fires in my firepit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;22.  Teach Adah some tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;23.  Check on Adah becoming a therapy dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;24.  My husband says to work on being nicer.&amp;nbsp; I think this is directed to him.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;25.  Volunteer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;26.  Be more frugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;27.  Participate in the 5K walk/run for David Milson on March 26th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;28.  Participate in Memory Walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;29.  Blog more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;30.  Organize my photos and picture files on my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;31.  Begin writing a book about my mom and how Alzheimer's affects a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;32.  Attend a taping of the Oprah show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;33.  Go to a Ranger game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;34.  Visit high school friends and other friends I haven't seen in years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;35.&amp;nbsp; Get a pedicure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;36.&amp;nbsp; Eat sushi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;37.&amp;nbsp; Eat at Texas de Brazil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;38.&amp;nbsp; Praise, worship,and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;39.&amp;nbsp; Make homemade ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;40.&amp;nbsp; Sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;41.&amp;nbsp; Buy less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;42.&amp;nbsp;  Plant flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;43.&amp;nbsp; Take time to smell the flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;44.&amp;nbsp; Look for rainbows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;45.&amp;nbsp;  Wade in a cool mountain stream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;46.&amp;nbsp;  Go tubing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;47.&amp;nbsp;  Play in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;48.&amp;nbsp;  Watch the Rose Bowl and celebrate when TCU wins.&amp;nbsp; GO HORNED FROGS!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1st accomplishment!!!&amp;nbsp; Hurrah!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;49. &amp;nbsp; Keep in touch with former students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;50.&amp;nbsp; Send my 10 year letter to my 2nd grade students from 2001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;51.&amp;nbsp; Trim the hedges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;52.&amp;nbsp; Celebrate my 32nd wedding anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;53.&amp;nbsp;  Watch Rylea play basketball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;54. &amp;nbsp; Babysit Hannah and Haley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;55.&amp;nbsp;  Hold and play with Byler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;56.&amp;nbsp;  Don't procrastinate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;57.&amp;nbsp;  Buy thoughtful presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;58.&amp;nbsp;  Have fun with my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;59.&amp;nbsp;  Visit Jordan and Kristeen, have fun, and do something we haven't done before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;60.&amp;nbsp;  Don't snort when I laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;61.&amp;nbsp;  My sister's house will sell and she can enjoy her retirement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;62.&amp;nbsp;  Kim and I get the iTouches set up and ready to go for my school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;63. &amp;nbsp; Finish my sock monkey baby quilts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;64.&amp;nbsp;  Play games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;65.&amp;nbsp;  Enjoy the sun and the rain and the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;66. &amp;nbsp; Sleep later than 7 am on the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;67.&amp;nbsp;  Complain less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;68.&amp;nbsp;  Cuddle more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;69.&amp;nbsp;  Seek the positive and avoid the negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;70.&amp;nbsp;  Go to a wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;71.&amp;nbsp;  Hold a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;72.&amp;nbsp;  Do random acts of kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;73.&amp;nbsp;  Clean out my closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;74.&amp;nbsp;  Clean out the garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;75.&amp;nbsp;  Sell some stuff I don't need or want on swap shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;76.&amp;nbsp;  Paint the hall bath and my bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;77.&amp;nbsp;  Repaint rocker on front porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;78.&amp;nbsp;  Go to First Monday in Canton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;73.&amp;nbsp;  Go to Hamm's orchard for peaches and peach ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;74.&amp;nbsp;  Put at least 1 puzzle together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;75.&amp;nbsp;  Make a memory book about our Disney trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;75.&amp;nbsp; Catch some fireflies and release them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;76.&amp;nbsp; Watch Anne of Green Gables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;77.&amp;nbsp; Read The Twilight Books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;78.&amp;nbsp; Accentuate the positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;79.&amp;nbsp; Love more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;80.&amp;nbsp; Donate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;81.&amp;nbsp; Reach out to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;82.&amp;nbsp; Do something special on Memorial Day Weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;83.&amp;nbsp; Don't waste anything!!!!&amp;nbsp; time, money, food, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;84.&amp;nbsp; Laugh every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;85.&amp;nbsp; Buy a TCU sweatshirt&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I love purple and the horned frogs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;86.&amp;nbsp; Get together with the Kriska family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;87.&amp;nbsp; Plan a family get together with our nieces and nephews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;88.&amp;nbsp; Be neater and more organized at home and school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;89.&amp;nbsp; Finish writing my 100 goals.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think I'd get this far, but I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;90.&amp;nbsp; Begin planning our next big family vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;91.&amp;nbsp; Recycle more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;92.&amp;nbsp; Make homemade ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;93.&amp;nbsp; Make or buy curtains for my bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;94.&amp;nbsp; Be more creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.&amp;nbsp; Go to a Baylor and TCU football and/or basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.&amp;nbsp; Always have a smile to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.&amp;nbsp; Go on walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.&amp;nbsp; Take relaxing Sunday drives with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.&amp;nbsp; Make a difference in the lives of the children I teach.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/109880075323281156-8924603881623120335?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8924603881623120335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8924603881623120335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8924603881623120335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8924603881623120335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-100-goalswishes-for-2011.html' title='My 100 Goals/Wishes for 2011'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5466093189094463462</id><published>2010-10-11T20:04:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:12:47.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alzheimer&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>Remembering my Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'll going to be painfully honest today.&amp;nbsp; October is really a difficult month for me.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I have cried many times this month.&amp;nbsp; Just typing this brings tears to my eyes.&amp;nbsp; I remember so much about my mom this month and I cry because she is gone and I think of the horrible debilitating disease, Alzheimer's, that took her from me three years ago.&amp;nbsp; It robbed her of her identity and her connection to family and friends..&amp;nbsp; So today I write about my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TLOgafmVieI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/e5sLDYlDhnE/s1600/image0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TLOgafmVieI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/e5sLDYlDhnE/s320/image0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and me in my Easter dress and bonnet on my slip and slide&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My mom, Doris, was a very gentle person.&amp;nbsp; She had a very strong faith and was devoted to God, her family, and friends.&amp;nbsp; Growing up I can remember her reading the Bible each evening before bed.&amp;nbsp; I think some of my fondest memories with my mom involve the simplest things.&amp;nbsp; She took delight in the small things in life.&amp;nbsp; One thing I remember she taught me is to look at the cumulus clouds, but I liked to call them the big fluffy cotton candy clouds.&amp;nbsp; She showed me how you can look at them and imagine pictures of dogs, trees, mountains, dragons, and unicorns.&amp;nbsp; So if you have never taken the time to look at the clouds or you haven’t done so in a while, I encourage you to do so no matter what age you are because there is a special magic and peacefulness you feel when doing it.&amp;nbsp; I remember her teaching me how to go crawfishing.&amp;nbsp; For those of you that don’t know what a crayfish is—they are scary little crustaceans with beady little eyes and scary pinchers like lobsters.&amp;nbsp; We would go to the ditch in front of our house after a rain and we would see their piles of dirt around the hole to their house.&amp;nbsp; Mom would put some salt pork or a little raw bacon on a string with a little horseshoe nail for a weight and she would drop it into the hole just a little bit.&amp;nbsp; A crayfish just might slowly crawl to the top, grab the pork with their pinchers and then try to pull it back further into their hole, but then of course we would pull them out of the hole while they were still attached to the string.&amp;nbsp; I would usually scream and mom would tell me to be quiet and put the crayfish in the big bucket we had brought with us.&amp;nbsp; I might try to do it, but I couldn’t ever grab them though because I was terrified the pinchers would grab me.&amp;nbsp; So in the end it was always Mom who put them in the bucket.&amp;nbsp; We could do this for a long time and she would delight in how they scared me, but would still try to touch me with one.&amp;nbsp; I remember once it rained and rained and the pasture flooded and King’s Creek overflowed.&amp;nbsp; We took a long walk with our bucket and caught tons of crayfish-well maybe not tons but it looked like it to a little girl.&amp;nbsp; Now you may wonder what we did with all these crayfish.&amp;nbsp; Did we cook’em and eat’em?&amp;nbsp; Are you kidding?&amp;nbsp; Now maybe my dad and mom had eaten them at some point, but we never did.&amp;nbsp; We kept them in the bucket with some water and mud for a while and then we released them and the little creatures with their beady eyes and scary pinchers would scurry happily away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1800570144MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My mom will be remembered for her wonderful cooking, especially during the holidays when she welcomed family and friends in her home.&amp;nbsp; I will remember her teacakes, pecan pies, homemade biscuits and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286840716_0" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cinnamon rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; On some mornings, for no reason, she would make me the most wonderful melt in your mouth delight—chocolate gravy with biscuits and butter.&amp;nbsp; Mom had a system to her cleaning and cooking. &amp;nbsp;Every day of the week she had chores to do and she wouldn’t stop until they were finished.&amp;nbsp; We often teased her and told her that house was so clean we could eat off the floor. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When my dad was a route salesman for Coca-cola, he loved his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286840716_1" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pinto beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He said they were his “go” food.&amp;nbsp; So every Sunday, mom would start getting the beans ready.&amp;nbsp; She made a huge pot of beans.&amp;nbsp; I thought the beans were great on Monday, usually pretty good on Tuesday, but not so good on Wednesday or Thursday, but Dad had to have them every night except Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.&amp;nbsp; This went on for years until my dad hurt his back and was no longer a route salesman for Coke.&amp;nbsp; After this, when she made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286840716_2" style="cursor: pointer; font-size: large;"&gt;pinto beans and cornbread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;, it was a treat we loved and they were delicious.&amp;nbsp; She would often send home a quart of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286840716_3" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pinto beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; home with me cause Michael and I loved them so much.&amp;nbsp; Nobody made beans like my momma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1800570144MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1800570144MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My mom loved to laugh and I am thankful to have inherited this love of laughter from her.&amp;nbsp; She would say it’s better to laugh than cry.&amp;nbsp; She was also quite a trickster.&amp;nbsp; She would come up behind someone and touch the back of their knee and if they were relaxed this would cause them to almost fall to the ground.&amp;nbsp; Then she would just laugh and laugh.&amp;nbsp; She also would come up behind those she loved and give them donkey kicks.&amp;nbsp; A donkey kick is where you stand beside someone and lift your leg at the knee sideways and tap or sort of slap their bottom with your foot.&amp;nbsp; She had this down to a fine art.&amp;nbsp; Now I have done this to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286840716_5" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Michael , Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; , and Sarah, but I have never achieved her level of proficiency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1800570144MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom truly had a grateful heart and she didn’t ask for much in return.&amp;nbsp; She would gladly help my sister or me when we needed help with any jobs.&amp;nbsp; She always told me, “If you can’t say something good, don’t say anything at all.”&amp;nbsp; I think these are important words to live by.&amp;nbsp; Nana loved her grandkids and they loved their “NANA”.&amp;nbsp; When Alzheimer’s took her from us, we wept and missed our mom and Nana and her devotion to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When she first entered the nursing home's special care unit, she could have almost been put on the housecleaning staff.&amp;nbsp; If you gave her a cloth she would happily walk around and dust things.&amp;nbsp; She was also somewhat of a mother hen.&amp;nbsp; She gave great smiles and spread laughter with some of her antics.&amp;nbsp; She would often tell the staff how pretty or beautiful they were while gently touching their faces.&amp;nbsp; She would also tell them how sweet they were.&amp;nbsp; One of the nurses told me Mom would come up behind them and give them a little “pop” on the bottom and then run away laughing before they could see who had done it. &amp;nbsp;Mom even started to dance around when they had music or when I played “heart and soul” on the piano.&amp;nbsp; She got lots of exercise walking the unit and going outdoors with her family. &amp;nbsp;She was also well known for her bicycling exercise.&amp;nbsp; She would plop down on a chair, bed, or sofa and start doing her exercise with her legs moving back and forth as if she were on her bike.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was always wonderful when she would remember and say, “Ray or Raymond, Linda, or Tammie” In the beginning she would get angry if we asked her if Dad was an old goat.&amp;nbsp; She would say, “He’s not an old goat, he’s my sweetheart” One of the funniest things mom said while in the nursing home happened about a year before she passed away.&amp;nbsp; Mom was confined to a wheelchair at this point and she had been to lunch or just out and about and Shelly S., a family friend, who works as a social worker at E.   Care Center,&amp;nbsp; was pushing her back to her room.&amp;nbsp; Another patient was wheeling herself down the hall in her wheelchair and she was complaining and griping, which is something she did on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; At one time this lady had been mom’s roommate but then she had been placed in a private room—(thankfully, I might add!)&amp;nbsp; Mom hadn’t spoken in a while except for an occasional word or phrase.&amp;nbsp; Mom looked at her and said, “Will you be quiet?&amp;nbsp; I’ve had just about enough of you!!”&amp;nbsp; So you can see mom could still be a little feisty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1800570144MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1800570144MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alzheimer's was never able to take my mom’s sweet spirit and warm beautiful smile.&amp;nbsp; She’s not suffering today, and I can see her up in heaven maybe even dancing a little, but whatever she’s doing, she has a big beautiful smile on her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1800570144MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Take action against Alzheimer's by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.actionalz.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If you know someone that has Alzheimer's, visit and talk to them.&amp;nbsp; You never know what words might trigger memories for them.&amp;nbsp; Support other family members and friends that have relatives with this disease.&amp;nbsp; If you are interested in &lt;a href="http://www.kintera.org/faf/donorreg/donorpledge.asp?ievent=456455&amp;amp;supId=336920830&amp;amp;msource=bfschedule"&gt;donating&lt;/a&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://www.kintera.org/faf/donorreg/donorpledge.asp?ievent=456455&amp;amp;supId=336920830&amp;amp;msource=bfschedule"&gt;Memory Walk&lt;/a&gt;, I have a very dear student that I had in my 2nd grade class about 12 years ago that is participating in the walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;From the Alzheimer's Association:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Memory Walk is the nation's largest  event to raise awareness and funds for Alzheimer care, support and  research. Since 1989, Memory Walk has raised more than $300 million for  the cause.&amp;nbsp; All Memory Walk donations benefit the  Alzheimer's Association, the leading voluntary health organization in  Alzheimer care, support and research. The mission of the Alzheimer's  Association is to eliminate Alzheimer's disease through the advancement  of research; to provide and enhance care and support for all affected;  and to reduce the risk of dementia through the promotion of brain  health."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TLOX9K7lUxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/x1xbFVOOIZQ/s1600/scan0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TLOX9K7lUxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/x1xbFVOOIZQ/s320/scan0100.jpg" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&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/109880075323281156-5466093189094463462?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5466093189094463462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5466093189094463462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5466093189094463462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5466093189094463462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/10/remembering-my-mom.html' title='Remembering my Mom'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TLOgafmVieI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/e5sLDYlDhnE/s72-c/image0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-143655086123237364</id><published>2010-10-02T19:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:30:14.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Emotions running high here</title><content type='html'>So many things have happened to some special people.&amp;nbsp; Two of the people I work with have had family members with serious heart problems.&amp;nbsp; Our wonderful art teacher's dad had a couple of surgeries, but currently is making good progress.&amp;nbsp; It is so difficult when you have a parent sick.&amp;nbsp; You know your parents are aging, but when you see them in an emergency room and hospital room a whole new perspective comes to light and you feel powerless and weak.&amp;nbsp; All sorts of thoughts run through your head. &amp;nbsp; It is a time I won't forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started teaching here, I met Archilene.&amp;nbsp; She was a veteran 1st grade teacher and I very quickly thought, "Archilene has a heart of gold".&amp;nbsp; We had children the same age and were involved in some of the same activities with our children.&amp;nbsp; On Sept. 24th, her life changed when her husband had a heart attack.&amp;nbsp; He had two stents inserted on Monday and came home on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; On Thursday, she took him back to the hospital because he was in a great deal of pain.&amp;nbsp; They checked him out, did a medication change, and he went home.&amp;nbsp; Friday morning he suffered another heart attack.&amp;nbsp; The stents had collapsed so he had quadruple bypass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two families have been supported by family and friends with many thoughts and prayers.&amp;nbsp; They have felt&amp;nbsp; power and peace that came from the prayers and for that they are thankful.&amp;nbsp; In difficult times like this, it is prayer that keeps a person going because at any given time you may be engulfed with emotion and pain while seeing a family member suffer.&amp;nbsp; The uncertainty becomes stifling, but yet you find the strength to go on.&amp;nbsp; I believe this comes from your faith and the prayers, care, and concerns that others give.&amp;nbsp; Amy and Archilene-You&amp;nbsp; and your families are loved and cared for by many.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 30 was C.H.A.S.E. day.&amp;nbsp; One year ago, a beautiful baby boy named Chase was born and was held and loved in the arms of his loving family, but he was already in the arms of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TKewQ5SDycI/AAAAAAAAAzk/FtjAtvxttBE/s1600/ChaseDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TKewQ5SDycI/AAAAAAAAAzk/FtjAtvxttBE/s320/ChaseDay.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can read about this special day&lt;a href="http://mcjacobsjournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/chase-day.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; and his story begins &lt;a href="http://mcjacobsjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/chases-storygods-story.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I don't know Mark and Chelsea personally, although I feel like I do.&amp;nbsp; I feel close to them because of their journal and working with Chelsea's precious sister, Cortni.&amp;nbsp; I know Mark and Chelsea are strong and this strength comes from their faith in God and they changed a time of utter despair to hope and health for other children by forming &lt;a href="http://hischase.org/"&gt;His Chase Foundation&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;His Chase exists to make a lasting difference in the lives of orphans&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; From the&lt;a href="http://hischase.org/"&gt; foundation's website:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;If you wonder what impact you are making in the world...or what He's  "calling" you to do in life, you're in the right place. We believe the  call to all people is to take care of His little ones --- children who  desperately need the hope of new life --- the fatherless.   His Chase  exists solely for this purpose:  To join with people of all passions,  talents, and ministries to make a lasting difference in the lives of  orphans...to follow our calling, one project at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hischase.org/" target="_blank" title="Chase.Rescue.Redeem."&gt;&lt;img alt="His Chase" border="0" height="200" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/motherspearls/Chase-blinkie.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Chase Day has passed, don't let that stop you.  Any day at any given time can be your time,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;Choosing to Honor thru Acts of Service and Encouragement&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-143655086123237364?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/143655086123237364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=143655086123237364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/143655086123237364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/143655086123237364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/10/emotions-running-high-here.html' title='Emotions running high here'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TKewQ5SDycI/AAAAAAAAAzk/FtjAtvxttBE/s72-c/ChaseDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7912807861822360124</id><published>2010-08-21T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:03:54.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoying nature'/><title type='text'>Discovering Nature in my own Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLjfzNTmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CSA0VEzt06Y/s1600/IMG_2895.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLjfzNTmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CSA0VEzt06Y/s400/IMG_2895.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Relaxing Saturday afternoon after spending some time at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLjnialOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Z2kW8P-DEec/s1600/IMG_2896.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLjnialOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Z2kW8P-DEec/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's some chirping coming from my Mexican Fan Palm.&amp;nbsp; I keep seeing a bird flying around and landing near the palm, just a chirping and a talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLkbr-pQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6eft5GBk-AA/s1600/IMG_2900.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLkbr-pQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6eft5GBk-AA/s320/IMG_2900.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I find this little guy and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLkv10EPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/IOZDNiwwQRs/s1600/IMG_2907.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="304" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLkv10EPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/IOZDNiwwQRs/s320/IMG_2907.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;his brother or sister.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCN3MIOlkI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/k-C4uGz-8ic/s1600/IMG_2914.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCN3MIOlkI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/k-C4uGz-8ic/s320/IMG_2914.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and another sibling that is really trying to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCN2WTzyJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qqcjjrjULGA/s1600/IMG_2911.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCN2WTzyJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qqcjjrjULGA/s320/IMG_2911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the first birdie again, looking a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCN2-b7nnI/AAAAAAAAAzI/A59xq8I-2Yw/s1600/IMG_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCN2-b7nnI/AAAAAAAAAzI/A59xq8I-2Yw/s400/IMG_2913.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's time to spread your wings and fly or least that's what momma bird is trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-7912807861822360124?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/7912807861822360124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=7912807861822360124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7912807861822360124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7912807861822360124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/08/discovering-nature-in-my-own-backyard.html' title='Discovering Nature in my own Backyard'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/THCLjfzNTmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CSA0VEzt06Y/s72-c/IMG_2895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8453746051412465868</id><published>2010-08-19T17:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:55:30.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redecorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer updates to my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This summer ends on a very happy note.  I have new floors.  They are beautiful and amazing.&amp;nbsp; About 4 years ago I very ambitiously ripped up the carpet in my dining room and den.  My hubby removed the flooring from the entry way and I worked and slaved and worked some more on preparing the floors for concrete stain.  I really liked the way they looked but unfortunately they didn't last as long I had hoped.  Sooooo I was past due for new flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floors before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSQ3waEpMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/FkzKS60S_eU/s1600/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSQ3waEpMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/FkzKS60S_eU/s320/IMG_2780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSQ4RAYSKI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0LX2Xf1F_j0/s1600/IMG_2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSQ4RAYSKI/AAAAAAAAAwA/0LX2Xf1F_j0/s320/IMG_2764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Floors after&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose a wood laminate for the main living areas, the hallway and master bedroom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.shawfloors.com/laminate-flooringDetails/Pine/Shenandoah_SL088-Goldenrod"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiUSXkjr9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/H_nGe5VexLM/s1600/IMG_2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiUT_0jXrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/J-q7b2mbEZQ/s1600/IMG_2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiUT_0jXrI/AAAAAAAAAxw/J-q7b2mbEZQ/s320/IMG_2831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiUS1dFb0I/AAAAAAAAAxg/iepwO4l8x9s/s1600/IMG_2829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiUS1dFb0I/AAAAAAAAAxg/iepwO4l8x9s/s320/IMG_2829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGicsqkQzwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/6PzGZgsPTi0/s1600/master+bedroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGicsqkQzwI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/6PzGZgsPTi0/s320/master+bedroom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiWPyTi32I/AAAAAAAAAx4/TWCbcQvfPec/s1600/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiWPyTi32I/AAAAAAAAAx4/TWCbcQvfPec/s320/IMG_2890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We carpeted the other 2 bedrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiWQV5d7_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ctN_C2phlgo/s1600/IMG_2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiWQV5d7_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ctN_C2phlgo/s320/IMG_2888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks like this bedspread needs to be replaced with the new carpet!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiWRBX4uJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/b_9M61PkCG0/s1600/IMG_2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGiWRBX4uJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/b_9M61PkCG0/s320/IMG_2887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am very pleased with the end result.&amp;nbsp; It took a while getting everything ready for the installation which was very tiring, but I wouldn't change anything.&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/109880075323281156-8453746051412465868?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8453746051412465868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8453746051412465868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8453746051412465868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8453746051412465868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-updates-to-my-house.html' title='Summer updates to my house'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSQ3waEpMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/FkzKS60S_eU/s72-c/IMG_2780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2965328649564805716</id><published>2010-08-16T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:54:48.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>The Josties - "What Happy Is"  Official Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/_6uP5AkskmE/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6uP5AkskmE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_6uP5AkskmE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I strive to remember......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-2965328649564805716?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2965328649564805716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=2965328649564805716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2965328649564805716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2965328649564805716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/08/josties-what-happy-is-official-music.html' title='The Josties - &quot;What Happy Is&quot;  Official Music Video'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3440795630094682977</id><published>2010-08-12T18:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:19:55.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Little Delights--baby gifts</title><content type='html'>I am a tad bit in denial that this is the end of my summer.&amp;nbsp; It seems the first couple of weeks go by slowly and then the rest of the summer flies by.&amp;nbsp; Lots of fun activities this summer and lots of work also.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to share a few baby gifts I have made.&amp;nbsp; I hope sometime in the future to be able to sell some of baby items.&amp;nbsp; I have to get more items made though to be able to sell them!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Little Delights"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;made for you with love and care&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDvXJw2VI/AAAAAAAAAu4/gOC4QRi0DTQ/s1600/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDvXJw2VI/AAAAAAAAAu4/gOC4QRi0DTQ/s320/IMG_2415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;burp cloths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDviImxTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/h3LMb40YrmM/s1600/IMG_2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDviImxTI/AAAAAAAAAvA/h3LMb40YrmM/s320/IMG_2502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little sundress i made for a special girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDvwDQLjI/AAAAAAAAAvI/71rTFg0Jd3A/s1600/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDvwDQLjI/AAAAAAAAAvI/71rTFg0Jd3A/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;burp cloths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDwEVgwjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9AELE9HiO3k/s1600/IMG_2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDwEVgwjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9AELE9HiO3k/s320/IMG_2748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;a lovie blankie and monogrammed onesie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in need of some burp cloths, little lovie blankets, or any specialty item, let me know.  I'll see what I can design for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3440795630094682977?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3440795630094682977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3440795630094682977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3440795630094682977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3440795630094682977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-delights.html' title='Little Delights--baby gifts'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TGSDvXJw2VI/AAAAAAAAAu4/gOC4QRi0DTQ/s72-c/IMG_2415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6985286190411214078</id><published>2010-07-30T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:27:16.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoying nature'/><title type='text'>a morning filled with beautiful butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMYsjro98I/AAAAAAAAAuw/BHh3CBjWdew/s1600/IMG_2797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMYsjro98I/AAAAAAAAAuw/BHh3CBjWdew/s400/IMG_2797.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMEVzock1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/UyQZYS5ZdLw/s1600/IMG_2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMEVzock1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/UyQZYS5ZdLw/s320/IMG_2800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMEWNQp0DI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-tOJPoU0hi4/s1600/IMG_2806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMEWNQp0DI/AAAAAAAAAuA/-tOJPoU0hi4/s320/IMG_2806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMEWUUq6bI/AAAAAAAAAuI/EIc3XBJYA9w/s1600/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMEWUUq6bI/AAAAAAAAAuI/EIc3XBJYA9w/s320/IMG_2809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMGeL3tvQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TSwGN5wEgZE/s1600/IMG_2817.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMGeL3tvQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TSwGN5wEgZE/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000; font-family: georgia,'bookman old style','palatino linotype','book antiqua',palatino,'trebuchet ms',helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,'avante garde','century gothic','comic sans ms',times,'times new roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun&lt;br /&gt;And find your shoulder to light on,&lt;br /&gt;To bring you luck, happiness and riches&lt;br /&gt;Today, tomorrow and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;~Irish Blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMGe-oxhsI/AAAAAAAAAug/IIcvuTMfGNw/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMGe-oxhsI/AAAAAAAAAug/IIcvuTMfGNw/s320/IMG_2824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMGeoEm2WI/AAAAAAAAAuY/s-jxnCQ_dwI/s1600/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It couldn't have been a better morning than having these beautiful butterflies mere steps from my back door.&amp;nbsp; I love butterflies.&amp;nbsp; They are so delicate and graceful.&amp;nbsp; As a child, I imagined myself as a butterfly flying from flower to flower, yard to yard.&amp;nbsp; May your day be blessed with beautiful gifts of nature that God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMGfF7CPwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vozxn741yZ0/s1600/IMG_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMGfF7CPwI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vozxn741yZ0/s320/IMG_2825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&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/109880075323281156-6985286190411214078?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6985286190411214078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6985286190411214078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6985286190411214078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6985286190411214078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/07/morning-filled-with-beautiful.html' title='a morning filled with beautiful butterflies'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/TFMYsjro98I/AAAAAAAAAuw/BHh3CBjWdew/s72-c/IMG_2797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3081066670079379890</id><published>2010-06-22T15:23:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:12:08.262-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Saying Good-bye when you leave your kids at college</title><content type='html'>David and Val and Rylea are in North Carolina getting Tanner settled at UNC at Wilmington.  I know the trip home will be a long one with lots of tears.  I know how they feel.  I've been through it twice and it's not easy.  All those parenting books and watching your kids grow and change cannot prepare you for this adequately.  The 18 years have come and gone too quickly and it's not time to say good-bye yet.  That last hug before they come home will be long and filled with love, care, and concern for each other.  It's an important hug cause it will have to last until August when Tanner gets to come home before beginning the Fall semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told Val I still cry leaving my kids and they are 26 and 23 years old.  You could say it's hormones, but I say, "NO to that!"  It's love and leaving your children behind.  It's never easy telling them good-bye and wondering when you will see them next.  So, Val and David and Rylea, my heart goes out to you and if I were there with you I'd be crying too.  I know if I talk to you after you leave I'll start crying, but that's okay.  I cry because I care and understand and love you all.  Our children grow up, but they will always be our babies and no matter how old they are we will always worry and miss them and wonder when we will get our next hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3081066670079379890?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3081066670079379890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3081066670079379890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3081066670079379890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3081066670079379890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-favorite-coach-david-milson.html' title='Saying Good-bye when you leave your kids at college'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7160981863331430735</id><published>2010-05-27T13:14:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:57:13.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Coach David Milson</title><content type='html'>You can search all over the world, but I honestly don’t think you would find a more genuine man than Coach David Milson.  I first met him at “Meet the Teacher” night in 1997 when he was meetingTanner’s kindergarten teacher.  His wife, Valree, and I were new teachers to this school.&amp;nbsp; We didn’t know each other too well and little did we know then that we would become very close friends.   After “Meet the Teacher” ended, we all were standing outside of our counselor’s office talking and David walked up.  What I didn’t realize until he so eloquently began talking that he was wearing his new “Billy-bob teeth”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_62dEy8FVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/HnHdaiZcWwI/s1600/Picture+6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_62dEy8FVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/HnHdaiZcWwI/s320/Picture+6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking in an exaggerated country style.  I almost died laughing but knew he was trying to pull the wool over someone’s eyes.  This time the recipients of his antics were our counselor, Marilyn and her daughter, Stephanie.  I discovered then and there that David was quite the trickster.  Val was standing there also and we looked at each other and smiled, but didn’t laugh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I think I was biting my tongue to keep the laughter away.&amp;nbsp; We were watching Marilyn and Stephanie.  Their eyes got rather large and I’m sure they were wondering, “Where in the world did this man come from???  Is he a parent of one of our students??  Oh my!!”  Then he introduced himself as Val’s husband and this caused an even greater shock factor.  After we stood and conversed for a while, he finally took out those teeth and we could not hold our laughter any longer.  It was great roll in the floor laughter.  The kind of laughter that makes your sides hurt.  I can still see Marilyn and Stephanie standing there, bewildered by this man!!!  That was the beginning of many &lt;strike&gt;good&lt;/strike&gt; great times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_6xspckakI/AAAAAAAAAs4/8pCpHIyCzaE/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_6xspckakI/AAAAAAAAAs4/8pCpHIyCzaE/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the years past, I had the privilege of being Tanner and Rylea’s 2nd grade teacher.  They are both great kids.  Val and I taught across the hall from each other for 9 years.  Tanner is now a senior, graduating with honors from Cedar Hill High School and will be attending University of North Carolina at Wilmington with a full basketball scholarship.&amp;nbsp; Rylea is finishing her freshman year at Midlothian High School.  She is quite the basketball player also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I have watched&lt;a href="http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/03/state-bound-cedar-hill-longhorns.html"&gt; Cedar Hill basketball &lt;/a&gt;many times.  We watched Daniel and Jason Horton, Shawn Glover and many more play some great BB.  For the past 4 years we have had a more personal connection to the team while watching Tanner play.  We certainly appreciate David’s style of coaching.  He is calm and caring, but has a firm hand on those young men.  David teaches his players more than basketball; he teaches them about life and he makes sure they are taken care of.  David and Val have their players over to their home for cookouts and he has players that return to see him when they are in town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is retiring this year.  He wants to be able to travel and see Tanner play basketball in college.  He also wants to be able to see Rylea play basketball.  What David didn’t anticipate was a diagnosis of lung cancer.  It has been extremely stressful for David and his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_6xwLhUe-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/WBksWxJeKQs/s1600/DSC_0065+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_6xwLhUe-I/AAAAAAAAAtA/WBksWxJeKQs/s320/DSC_0065+01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The following was updated on Feb. 2, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Please visit his &lt;a href="http://caringbridge.org/visit/coachmilson"&gt;caring bridge site&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;to read his story. &amp;nbsp;  What made David an even better man was his devotion to God and family.   I consider David, Valree, Tanner, and Rylea to be family.&amp;nbsp; You may read&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-memories-of-david-milson.html"&gt;my memories of David here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; My thoughts and prayers are with the Milson family.&amp;nbsp; Our "Team Milson" will continue to embrace Val, Tanner, and Rylea.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_6xqkTo5MI/AAAAAAAAAsw/bznzjK-HK_M/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_6xqkTo5MI/AAAAAAAAAsw/bznzjK-HK_M/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-7160981863331430735?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://caringbridge.org/visit/coachmilson' title='Coach David Milson'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/7160981863331430735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=7160981863331430735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7160981863331430735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7160981863331430735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/coach-david-milson.html' title='Coach David Milson'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_62dEy8FVI/AAAAAAAAAtI/HnHdaiZcWwI/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-1227103926493061585</id><published>2010-05-25T20:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:37:35.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Hot Fudge Pudding Cake</title><content type='html'>One day last week I received an email from my hubby that linked to &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/2010/05/wednesday-baking-hot-fudge-pudding-cake/"&gt;The Frugal Girl's Wednesday Baking&lt;/a&gt; entry.&lt;br /&gt;That was it.&amp;nbsp; I went to the blog and thought mmmm good.&amp;nbsp; I need to make this.&amp;nbsp; Sometime.&amp;nbsp; Well, tonight I made it.&amp;nbsp; I had already had some and told hubby, "I don't know if you are going to like this.&amp;nbsp; You might want to only get a little to start with."&amp;nbsp; Judging from this picture, I would definitely say it was a hit for both of us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_xsS1JLWEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/MB1IgcQOqW0/s1600/IMG_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_xsS1JLWEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/MB1IgcQOqW0/s320/IMG_2444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_xsTdPersI/AAAAAAAAAso/AoL-I7PGaoM/s1600/IMG_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_xsTdPersI/AAAAAAAAAso/AoL-I7PGaoM/s320/IMG_2445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***please note hubby wanted me to add this was a small pan.  i totally agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about this recipe was how easy it was to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/2010/05/wednesday-baking-hot-fudge-pudding-cake/"&gt; Hot Fudge Pudding Cake Recipe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup melted butter&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups hot water (I usually boil mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix sugar, flour, cocoa powder, and baking powder together in a medium bowl. Combine milk, melted butter and vanilla; add to dry ingredients. Stir gently to combine, then spread into an ungreased 8×8 inch baking pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine brown sugar, white sugar, and cocoa powder; sprinkle over top of batter. Pour hot water over top of cake, and bake in preheated 350 degree oven for 40 minutes. Let cool for 5-10 minutes, then serve in bowls with vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Update on baby birdies:&amp;nbsp; i wondered if there were 4 or 5 babies.&amp;nbsp; I looked today and discovered 6 beaks!!!&amp;nbsp; Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.screencast.com/users/math4unow/folders/Jing/media/747dd127-4a93-4c72-8c56-bcbd9bf718e4/baby%20birds.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="embeddedObject" height="394" src="http://content.screencast.com/users/math4unow/folders/Jing/media/747dd127-4a93-4c72-8c56-bcbd9bf718e4/baby%20birds.png" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-1227103926493061585?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1227103926493061585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1227103926493061585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1227103926493061585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1227103926493061585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/hot-fudge-pudding-cake.html' title='Hot Fudge Pudding Cake'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_xsS1JLWEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/MB1IgcQOqW0/s72-c/IMG_2444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-931694431647042538</id><published>2010-05-23T20:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:03:10.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoying nature'/><title type='text'>a new use for IKEA watering container</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this look familiar to you?  this is my white watering container.  it is very handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nL_FpentI/AAAAAAAAArw/XCqrMFBfUSk/s1600/IMG_2430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nL_FpentI/AAAAAAAAArw/XCqrMFBfUSk/s320/IMG_2430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;this is my older one that one of my angel puppies chewed some, probably my grandpuppy, ellie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nMR6lT-WI/AAAAAAAAAsY/g9eXj4JaFmE/s1600/IMG_2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nMR6lT-WI/AAAAAAAAAsY/g9eXj4JaFmE/s320/IMG_2420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;i had been hearing some cheeping when i was outside, but i just thought it was birds on the roof. on saturday, my hubby told me what he had found in the green one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nMRU-IRHI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nPMmUSH0P88/s1600/IMG_2416.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nMRU-IRHI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nPMmUSH0P88/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if there are 4 or 5 baby birds, but aren't they cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nL_mdfyPI/AAAAAAAAAr4/D0zDepn6oaE/s1600/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nL_mdfyPI/AAAAAAAAAr4/D0zDepn6oaE/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-931694431647042538?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/931694431647042538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=931694431647042538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/931694431647042538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/931694431647042538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-use-for-ikea-watering-container.html' title='a new use for IKEA watering container'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_nL_FpentI/AAAAAAAAArw/XCqrMFBfUSk/s72-c/IMG_2430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8418648934285199285</id><published>2010-05-21T07:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:11:11.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;and the winner from the random number generator was.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;#19  melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone that entered.   i loved reading all your comments.  hope you come back and visit my blog again.  i hope sew mama sew sponsors another giveaway in Dec.   it was great fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8418648934285199285?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8418648934285199285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8418648934285199285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8418648934285199285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8418648934285199285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/giveaway-winner.html' title='Giveaway winner'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8517864342207565325</id><published>2010-05-20T18:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:45:19.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tornado toooooo close to my school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_XF0JEXf4I/AAAAAAAAArY/EqPY_vZ-6GU/s1600/tornado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_XF0JEXf4I/AAAAAAAAArY/EqPY_vZ-6GU/s320/tornado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473498421716811650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining.  in fact it was raining very, very hard.  i was just thinking i am going to get soaking wet when i have car duty after school.   shortly after this, i picked up my last group of kids.   i had just explained to them their activity and our principal came on the loud speaker and said, "we are going to initiate a shelter in place".  i thought this was a good time to practice with the storm and all.   little did i know this was right outside our school.    my school is directly to the right of the church.   i'm glad i thought it was a drill.  it keeps me calmer.    the kids that were with me were great and they didn't know anything was wrong either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8517864342207565325?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8517864342207565325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8517864342207565325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8517864342207565325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8517864342207565325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/tornado-toooooo-close-to-my-school.html' title='A Tornado toooooo close to my school'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_XF0JEXf4I/AAAAAAAAArY/EqPY_vZ-6GU/s72-c/tornado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-4087134517990706723</id><published>2010-05-17T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:03:11.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>the yummiest apple dumplings</title><content type='html'>Oh my!!  i just made some cause my friend told me to.  so i did!!!!  cause i love her!!  my daughter in law introduced these apple dumplings to me when we visited them after they moved to louisiana last year.  i was hooked from the very first bite.  would you believe the secret ingredient is a can of mountain dew???!!!  she gave me the recipe, and i'm sure it's somewhere in my clutter and maybe even with my not so organized recipes, but i love using &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/"&gt;allrecipes.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can start your own recipe box and stash all your favorite recipes that you find there or even enter some of your personal recipes.  i thought it might be good to have a family recipe box there and your whole family could share recipes in one place.  well, enough of my rambling and let's get to the real reason for this post:    THE RECIPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/CustomRecipe/62300260/Country-Apple-Dumplings/Detail.aspx?prop31=8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Country Apple Dumplings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ingredients" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;             Ingredients&lt;/h3&gt;                          &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     2 large Granny Smith apples, peeled and cored&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  (i use 4 apples and put 2 slices per crescent&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     2 (10 ounce) cans refrigerated crescent roll dough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     1 cup butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     3/4 cups white sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     3/4 cups brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     1 tsp of vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     1 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap"&gt;                     1 (12 fluid ounce) can or bottle Mountain Dew ™&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="border-top: 1px dotted rgb(204, 204, 204); width: 300px; margin-top: 20px;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="directions" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;             Directions&lt;/h3&gt;                                   &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break"&gt;                     Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).  Grease a 9x13 inch baking dish.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break"&gt;                     Cut each apple into 8 wedges and set aside. Separate  the crescent roll dough into triangles. Roll each apple wedge in  crescent roll dough starting at the smallest end. Pinch to seal and  place in the baking dish.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break"&gt;                     Melt butter in a small saucepan and stir in the  sugar, vanilla and cinnamon. Pour over the apple dumplings. Pour  Mountain Dew™ over the dumplings.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break"&gt;                     Bake for 35 to 45 minutes in the preheated oven, or  until golden brown.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you try these or have made them before , let me know what you think.  I love 'em too much if you know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/109880075323281156-4087134517990706723?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/4087134517990706723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=4087134517990706723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4087134517990706723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4087134517990706723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/yummiest-apple-dumplings.html' title='the yummiest apple dumplings'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8174074627968347609</id><published>2010-05-15T14:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:45:35.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>SEW MAMA SEW--May Giveaway Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sewmamasew.com/media/blog/giveaway_button_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.sewmamasew.com/media/blog/giveaway_button_2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/"&gt;Sew Mama Sew&lt;/a&gt; is hosting a really fun event called &lt;a href="http://sewmamasew.com/blog2/"&gt;May Giveaway Day&lt;/a&gt;.  I am excited to be a part of this for the first time.  What a fun way to find other crafting bloggers!! Although my blog is not just devoted to crafts, I have my hands and money into too many crafts.  If I can't make it myself, you might find me shopping at craft fairs and etsy.  I have recently started sewing again (with my brand new sewing machine!!!) and I absolutely love making baby items.Some of the easiest items to make are burp cloths.  I make them out of pre-folded diapers and I also make them from charm packs with a coordinating fabric on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-3Jc2VmXvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/wSjzMWbhQ1A/s1600/IMG_2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-3Jc2VmXvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/wSjzMWbhQ1A/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-3JdaHwzqI/AAAAAAAAArE/_2J_R0YTth0/s1600/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-3JdaHwzqI/AAAAAAAAArE/_2J_R0YTth0/s320/IMG_2415.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choose the winner of the three burp cloths randomly from those entries that complete this sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think babies are......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entries must be received by midnight on May 20th.  Winner will be chosen by random number generator on May 21st and I will ship internationally.  Please leave a comment even if you don't have a baby.You could always use it as a gift, donate it to a church nursery, or a women's shelter.  My husband suggests you could dry a wet dog with them.  :)  He's a funny guy, but I don't know if he appreciates my sewing so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8174074627968347609?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8174074627968347609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8174074627968347609' title='102 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8174074627968347609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8174074627968347609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/sew-mama-sew-may-giveaway-day.html' title='SEW MAMA SEW--May Giveaway Day'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-3Jc2VmXvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/wSjzMWbhQ1A/s72-c/IMG_2414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>102</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-730618778644405534</id><published>2010-05-14T15:03:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:58:16.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Cookie Balls--a decadent but easy to make dessert</title><content type='html'>Oh my!!  I think I have a new addiction.  It's cookie balls and they are oh so easy to make.  I have made cake balls also, but I prefer the cookie balls.  Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Balls&lt;br /&gt;1 package cream filled cookies &lt;br /&gt;1 8 oz. cream cheese (I use apprx. 6 oz. of it)&lt;br /&gt;almond bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-4NoCaMjUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/V-9Dj_ZvxIQ/s1600/IMG_2411.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-4NoCaMjUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/V-9Dj_ZvxIQ/s320/IMG_2411.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finely crush cookies in food processor.  Next add cream cheese a few chunks at a time and blend.  Use a small cookie scoop to form balls.  Place balls in your freezer until frozen.  When ready, melt almond bark according to directions.  I recently started adding about a TBS of cooking oil to the melted almond bark.  I insert a toothpick into a ball and then dip into almond bark.  Let harden and since the balls are frozen this happens quickly.  I usually use a combination of white and chocolate almond bark.  When balls have hardened, I place a small amount of each type of almond bark in the corner of a sandwich bag, poke a hole with a toothpick and make swirls on top.  Keep the cookie balls refrigerated until ready to serve!!  ENJOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have tried these combinations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mint oreos ---my favorite!!  YUMMY YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nutter butters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white with chocolate filling oreos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanilla cookies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-730618778644405534?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/730618778644405534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=730618778644405534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/730618778644405534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/730618778644405534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/cookie-balls-decadent-but-easy-to-make.html' title='Cookie Balls--a decadent but easy to make dessert'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-4NoCaMjUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/V-9Dj_ZvxIQ/s72-c/IMG_2411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-1890322196063110082</id><published>2010-05-08T18:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:42:41.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>If roses grow in Heaven</title><content type='html'>This is my 3rd Mother's Day without my mom.  For my husband it's been much longer, I think about 24 years.  I can't say much cause it makes me cry.  I found this poem and thought it was appropriate.  To our moms, we love and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;If roses grow in Heaven, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pick a bunch for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place them in my Mother's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell her they're from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her I love her and miss her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she turns to smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place a kiss upon her cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hold her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because remembering her is easy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do it everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is an ache within my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-XtooWWHXI/AAAAAAAAAqs/w5PUjTm-fco/s1600/scan0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-XtooWWHXI/AAAAAAAAAqs/w5PUjTm-fco/s320/scan0084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" 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/109880075323281156-1890322196063110082?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1890322196063110082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1890322196063110082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1890322196063110082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1890322196063110082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-roses-grow-in-heaven.html' title='If roses grow in Heaven'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S-XtooWWHXI/AAAAAAAAAqs/w5PUjTm-fco/s72-c/scan0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6632591617157543210</id><published>2010-04-15T15:13:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:00:46.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Josh Tullis Band featuring  Joanna Mueller</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=musing03-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B003BH6QKW&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to this beautiful song written and sung by Joanna Mueller, the daughter of my very dear friend, Cindy. Their entire family is musically and artistically gifted.  I'm so fortunate to have watched Joanna grow up and be able to call her my friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;t=musing03-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;f=ifr&amp;amp;md=10FE9736YVPPT7A0FBG2&amp;amp;asins=B003BHC4BM" style="height: 240px; width: 120px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you link to this you can listen to other songs on the album.  It is a wonderful group of songs by a dedicated group of young adults that attend a church in Austin.  I think many of them attend the University of Texas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also join their group on facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=11855&amp;amp;id=105884659432393#!&lt;br /&gt;/pages/The-Josh-Tullis-Band/105884659432393&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6632591617157543210?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6632591617157543210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6632591617157543210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6632591617157543210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6632591617157543210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/04/josh-tullis-band-featuring-joanna.html' title='The Josh Tullis Band featuring  Joanna Mueller'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8395195502521547993</id><published>2010-03-19T10:43:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:31:11.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redecorating'/><title type='text'>A Spring Break Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;all this stuff was on my back porch.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Obth16QsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/V9mmjJ8loYs/s1600-h/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Obth16QsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/V9mmjJ8loYs/s320/IMG_2352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6ObuYxl38I/AAAAAAAAApA/ZNWlTYSacEs/s1600-h/IMG_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6ObuYxl38I/AAAAAAAAApA/ZNWlTYSacEs/s320/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's starting to look a little better, but lots more to do.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Oe1rEZJFI/AAAAAAAAApY/sYYy-kmebs0/s1600-h/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Oe1rEZJFI/AAAAAAAAApY/sYYy-kmebs0/s320/IMG_2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i decided to get rid of the chairs.  they needed new cushions and i couldn't find any already made and i didn't want to try, because i didn't really like them that much.  i took the bench from my bedroom and recovered the cushion---so quick and easy to do.  then i took jordan's papasan chair from the garage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6OfdtP6MNI/AAAAAAAAApg/0RgKAiHjrVM/s1600-h/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6OfeCdxQ5I/AAAAAAAAApo/ZA_wZ1me3VA/s1600-h/IMG_2361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6OfeCdxQ5I/AAAAAAAAApo/ZA_wZ1me3VA/s320/IMG_2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6OfeqzIkrI/AAAAAAAAApw/QLHumZDytlY/s1600-h/IMG_2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6OfeqzIkrI/AAAAAAAAApw/QLHumZDytlY/s320/IMG_2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Ofe8qxoaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bF3801N8Dac/s1600-h/IMG_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Ofe8qxoaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bF3801N8Dac/s320/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6OiAQJ48qI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/7uMiwYwOdyA/s1600-h/IMG_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6OiAQJ48qI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/7uMiwYwOdyA/s320/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the curtains i have had forever and never used in the house.  sarah used one of them in college, so i thought why not put them on the porch.  See the glider in the background.  It's another project I started, but it's far from done.  It's really old and something my mom and dad gave me so I really want it to look good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Ogr8k2DaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kqBdQcOswf0/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Ogr8k2DaI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kqBdQcOswf0/s320/IMG_2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;what do you think?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;i'm really working on getting organized and cleaning up and out.  i'm either getting rid of or re-purposing stuff that is just lying around.  you heard/read it hear hubby. are you ready for this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm off to pull weeds and clean up the flower beds before the cold front comes in.  cold, cold, go away come again some november day.  let's stay spring, please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8395195502521547993?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8395195502521547993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8395195502521547993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8395195502521547993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8395195502521547993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-project.html' title='A Spring Break Project'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S6Obth16QsI/AAAAAAAAAo4/V9mmjJ8loYs/s72-c/IMG_2352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-420369370964870080</id><published>2010-03-08T17:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:10:54.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If tomorrow never comes........</title><content type='html'>I think all this thinking of mine got started because I was listening to Sandra Bullock's acceptance speech this morning on the radio.  She said, "I would like to thank what this film is about for me which are the moms that take care of the babies and the children no matter where they come from. Those moms and parents never get thanked. I, in particular, failed to thank one. So…(pauses here cause sandra is getting teary) if I can take this moment to thank Helga B. for not letting me ride in cars with boys until I was 18 because she was right. I would’ve done what she said I was gonna do. For making me practice every day when I got home. Piano, ballet, whatever it is I wanted to be. She said to be an artist, you had to practice every day, and for reminding her daughters that there’s no race, no religion, no class system, no color, nothing, no sexual orientation that makes us better than anyone else. We are all deserving of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting dressed for school and I don't know if hubby realized it, but I was getting teary listening to her because I was flooded with memories of my &lt;a href="http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-of-my-dad.html"&gt;dad&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm thankful they knew how much I loved them and we could say "I love you" to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is we don't know what tomorrow will bring.  Recent disasters in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haiti&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chile&lt;/span&gt; make me wonder how many people failed to tell someone they loved them and now they will never have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you haven't heard this lately----I love you hubby, Jordan, Sarah, and Kristeen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-420369370964870080?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/420369370964870080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=420369370964870080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/420369370964870080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/420369370964870080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='If tomorrow never comes........'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-4961552801529799984</id><published>2010-02-20T08:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:32:31.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>An Anyway Friend</title><content type='html'>I was watching this week's Private Practice and I thought I am fortunate to have several anyway friends.  Here's the scene:  Sam is speaking at his pregnant 15 year old daughter's wedding. He is reminiscing about Maya being in a different white dress with red and blue ABC's on it. He says Maya as a little girl told him she wanted to marry him when she grew up. He wondered why in the world would she want to marry her daddy. So he asked her, "Why me?"  Maya told him, "Because Daddy you are my anyway friend." At the time he said he didn't know what it meant so Maya had to explain to him that an anyway friend is the one person in your life whom no matter what you say or do, no matter what they've been through with you will love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a anyway friend? My anyway friends are blessings in my life.  We've shared laughter and joy, tears in sadness and pain, and even tears with our laughter cause we laugh so darn much.  Sometimes when we are laughing, I think of one of my favorite cartoons growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felix the cat&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful wonderful cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You'll laugh so hard your sides will ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;your heart will go pitter pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Felix the wonderful cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby-&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being my anyway friend.  i love you and need you in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-4961552801529799984?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/4961552801529799984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=4961552801529799984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4961552801529799984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4961552801529799984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/02/anyway-friend.html' title='An Anyway Friend'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5259317604057010530</id><published>2010-02-15T18:47:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:28:33.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Baked Oatmeal that is YUMMY!!</title><content type='html'>for all my teacher friends that i see eating oatmeal--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This recipe is da bomb!!!&lt;br /&gt;My Version of Baked Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 cup oil&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/2 cups milk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup sugar(I used brown sugar and reduced the amount just a bit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups uncooked oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) preheat oven to 350 degrees F. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) in a mixing bowl mix eggs, oil, vanilla, milk, and sugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) add in oatmeal, salt, cinnamon, and baking powder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) pour the mixture in a 8x8 greased pan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) bake for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;When I have the individual servings of applesauce I use one of them and 1/4 cup oil to save some calories and fat!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it for supper and then reheated it in microwave (i added more milk before reheating).  2nd time I made it with a chopped apple and chopped walnuts.&amp;nbsp; YUMYUM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school on Friday, I have gotta go stock up on oatmeal.  i told my sweet hubby I was going to buy oatmeal in bulk and buy 500 lbs.  maybe i was exaggerating just a tad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try baked oatmeal, let me know if you like it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this at &lt;a href="http://northcuttrecipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;From our kitchen to yours&lt;/a&gt; blog and she said she had found it on &lt;a href="http://annaleeper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annalee's blog&lt;/a&gt;, but I couldn't find the recipe there, but I did find some &lt;a href="http://annaleeper.blogspot.com/search/label/recipes"&gt;great recipes&lt;/a&gt;.   Annalee's blog is a great and I love reading about and seeing pictures of her 2 little cutie pies.&lt;/div&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/109880075323281156-5259317604057010530?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5259317604057010530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5259317604057010530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5259317604057010530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5259317604057010530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/02/baked-oatmeal-that-is-yummy.html' title='Baked Oatmeal that is YUMMY!!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-1368887045706106442</id><published>2010-02-14T14:45:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:13:31.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>Snow Angels and Snow Ice Cream--Special things my mom taught me with lots of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I write in memory of my mom who was born on Feb. 15, 1925.     Growing up I was surrounded with love and encouragement.  I remember so many things I did growing up.  Two things my mom taught me were making snow angels and snow ice cream.  Due to our bountiful snowfall, I was able to do both this weekend.  &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I think my mom is watching over me and I'm remembering her as my special Valentine since she was born the day after Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3iZWHioLWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tpXmIK1R0z8/s1600-h/IMG_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3iZWHioLWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tpXmIK1R0z8/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3iZWjJfo8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/LAxPmJDDjVc/s1600-h/IMG_2139-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3iZWjJfo8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/LAxPmJDDjVc/s320/IMG_2139-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3iZWwyo3wI/AAAAAAAAAog/_gF6uXOZlqA/s1600-h/IMG_2140-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3iZXNCFE9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/AoUeSkKzPXs/s1600-h/IMG_2142-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3iZXNCFE9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/AoUeSkKzPXs/s320/IMG_2142-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="formatbar_Buttons" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span class="on" id="formatbar_JustifyLeft" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseup="" style="display: block;" title="Align Left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Align Left" border="0" class="gl_align_left" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3hg5nCI_cI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6qoaOfZK9n8/s1600-h/scan0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3hg5nCI_cI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6qoaOfZK9n8/s320/scan0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and her baby sister Lottie Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good times.  Lots of love and laughter.  My mom taught me how to treat people, how to cook and clean and a multitude more life lessons.   I don't do things as good as my mom, but I try.  I strive to be a better person because I know what she expected of me.  She expected me to "straighten up and fly right".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3imWUszelI/AAAAAAAAAow/aV496izwRtA/s1600-h/IMG_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3imWUszelI/AAAAAAAAAow/aV496izwRtA/s320/IMG_2152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm like my mom, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/109880075323281156-1368887045706106442?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1368887045706106442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1368887045706106442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1368887045706106442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1368887045706106442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-angels-and-snow-ice-cream_14.html' title='Snow Angels and Snow Ice Cream--Special things my mom taught me with lots of love'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3iZWHioLWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tpXmIK1R0z8/s72-c/IMG_2181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7109104958666118503</id><published>2010-02-13T09:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:20:01.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite snow pics</title><content type='html'>i know.  enough already.  i apologize but i just can't get enough of this snow.  it makes me smile and feel all warm and cuddly and even hungry (that's not a good thing!!)  i had chocolate and peanut butter chip cookies made before 8 am and i have already eaten 4 of them or was it 5.  i don't know.  i lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3bBS43UUGI/AAAAAAAAAng/NLSWQ1daksM/s1600-h/IMG_2098.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3bBS43UUGI/AAAAAAAAAng/NLSWQ1daksM/s320/IMG_2098.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3bBTY3iUuI/AAAAAAAAAno/4QSK4JMdAFE/s1600-h/IMG_2102.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3bBTY3iUuI/AAAAAAAAAno/4QSK4JMdAFE/s320/IMG_2102.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3bBTnviycI/AAAAAAAAAnw/jiFwDxs7Y5w/s1600-h/IMG_2128.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3bBTnviycI/AAAAAAAAAnw/jiFwDxs7Y5w/s320/IMG_2128.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3bBT-zGwBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/q66CDbzONEc/s1600-h/MVI_2126.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3bBT-zGwBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/q66CDbzONEc/s320/MVI_2126.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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I think I've been teleported to Colorado.  It is amazingly beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5451354d4455304f54673d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Winter Wonderland" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5451354d4455304f54673d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-1646610448966600679?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1646610448966600679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1646610448966600679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1646610448966600679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1646610448966600679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/02/walk-though-our-winter-wonderland.html' title='A Walk though our Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6792688816245929047</id><published>2010-02-11T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:27:32.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it SNOW.........  and it did.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5451344e7a63304f54593d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: SNOW DAY" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5451344e7a63304f54593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was absolutely unbelievable.  It started snowing sometime after 2 am and it snowed all day.  I think it has stopped for now and it's 9 p.m.  The snow is beautiful.  I can't remember having this much snow before in my life.  I wish I had some kids to play with!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6792688816245929047?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6792688816245929047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6792688816245929047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6792688816245929047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6792688816245929047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-it-snow-and-it-did.html' title='Let it SNOW.........  and it did.......'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-4289304036800607682</id><published>2010-02-08T12:15:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:43:07.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a guy and even better what a dad:  DREW BREES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3DIIsE4NhI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ozDf7821JvU/s1600-h/08brees_CA2-articleLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3DIIsE4NhI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ozDf7821JvU/s320/08brees_CA2-articleLarge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436064801832318482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3DIIERmlBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QDRiWxBLT9Y/s1600-h/slide_4770_65974_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3DIIERmlBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/QDRiWxBLT9Y/s320/slide_4770_65974_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436064791148270610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3DIH569SCI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PhtM_7oD4xM/s1600-h/slide_4770_65979_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3DIH569SCI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PhtM_7oD4xM/s320/slide_4770_65979_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436064788368934946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS SAINTS!!!  I'm so happy for you and New Orleans!!!  I consider the above after game pictures to be greatness.  Look at that:  The winning quarterback gets his son and celebrates with him.  This is a cherished moment that Drew shared with his son and we were fortunate enough to be a part of it.  Here's what the New York Times said in a story Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brees said he’ll always cherish his moment with Baylen on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s something I’ve dreamed about since I was 7 years old,” Brees said, “to win a championship and to share it with my son. It’s only his first year of life, he’ll never remember that moment but it’s something I’ve always dreamed of.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Super Bowl XLIV MVP quarterback drew near to his son, he whispered something even the child couldn’t hear through the protective headset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just told him I loved him,” Brees said.  Read &lt;a href="http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/02/08/a-quarterback-and-his-boy/"&gt;more from motherlode blog from the NYT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love it when I see people like Drew make a difference in their community.  I just found out that he and his wife, Brittany, created the &lt;a href="http://www.drewbrees.com/foundation"&gt;Brees Dream Foundation&lt;/a&gt; in 2003 "to help advance cancer research, care for cancer patients, and help rebuild schools, parks, playgrounds, and athletic fields in New Orleans, San Diego, and Purdue communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/07/drew-brees-son-baylen-cel_n_452946.html"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/07/drew-brees-son-baylen-cel_n_452946.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-4289304036800607682?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/4289304036800607682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=4289304036800607682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4289304036800607682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4289304036800607682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-guy-and-even-better-what-dad-drew.html' title='What a guy and even better what a dad:  DREW BREES'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S3DIIsE4NhI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ozDf7821JvU/s72-c/08brees_CA2-articleLarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3433418572841975177</id><published>2010-01-29T19:57:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:09:18.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cancel The Bonnie Hunt show!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S2OcGuBCh7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/VIBqMZLh95M/s1600-h/b+hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S2OcGuBCh7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/VIBqMZLh95M/s320/b+hunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432357214784489394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am extremely disheartened to learn that The Bonnie Hunt show is being cancelled.  I consider Bonnie the best talk show host on TV.  She is so genuine.  She interacts with her guests and audiences so wonderfully.  I record her show every day on my dvr and my husband and I both enjoy watching her each evening after work.  Bonnie gives us feel good moments in all she does.  Her show never fails to make me laugh out loud and we all know what good medicine laughter is.  Please keep her show!!!  We need more entertainers like Bonnie in the world.  Her show is enjoyed by people of all ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can help by contacting your local station.  In the DFW area, it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.nbcdfw.com/contact-us/"&gt; NBC.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  It only takes a moment to type a message and tell them you don't want her show cancelled.     You could also send a letter to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Adobe Garamond Pro';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telepictures Productions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Adobe Garamond Pro';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. Hilary Estey McLoughlin, President&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;font-size:medium;" &gt;C/O The Bonnie Hunt Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;font-size:medium;" &gt;9336 West Washington Blvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;font-size:medium;" &gt;Culver City, CA 90232&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Adobe Garamond Pro';"&gt;Telepictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Adobe Garamond Pro';"&gt;PHONE: (818) 972-0777&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Adobe Garamond Pro';"&gt;FAX: (818) 972-0709  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(110, 107, 84);font-size:12px;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(110, 107, 84);font-size:12px;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr  style="visibility: hidden; clear: both; width: 100%;font-family:arial;"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you don't have time to write your own letter visit the Telepictures link on the&lt;a href="http://thebonniehuntteam.weebly.com/"&gt; Bonnie Hunt team website&lt;/a&gt; for more information on what you can do&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(110, 107, 84);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(2, 2, 3);"&gt;There is another line that was added specifically for fans to voice their support even though the prerecorded message says the show has been cancelled.  Some believe this number was added to free up the office’s phone/fax line.  The number is 1 -818-972-0814.  I called this number on Jan. 29th and it said the mailbox was full, but I will continue to call it until I can leave a message.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;We can do something.  Be heard.   Don't just sit there and think it  won't matter.  Send an email, make a phone call.  Let's take action and help keep the Bob and Alice production going.  (Bonnie always gives credit to her parents and her mom is a regular guest on her show.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;****I had the following email this morning from Guy Mitchell at NBC Universal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="vcard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The company that produces her show cancelled it.  If you would like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;contact them, here is a link that might be helpful:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://community.bonniehunt.com/group/savethebonniehuntshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1264870761_0"&gt;http://community.bonniehunt.com/group/savethebonniehuntshow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thanks for writing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1264870761_1"&gt;NBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Guy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3433418572841975177?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3433418572841975177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3433418572841975177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3433418572841975177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3433418572841975177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-cancel-bonnie-hunt-show.html' title='Don&apos;t cancel The Bonnie Hunt show!!!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S2OcGuBCh7I/AAAAAAAAAj4/VIBqMZLh95M/s72-c/b+hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5050704234868377574</id><published>2010-01-27T18:26:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:04:27.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to SAVE money??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I do.  I have really tried to be more economical in my spending.  It seems like all items from food to clothing to entertainment have gotten more expensive.  Since I don't want to do without some things like food, clothing, and fun, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; always on the lookout for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;deals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  After listening  and being so obedient to my husband for 30 years (hubby--are you rolling on the floor with laughter???), and always asking myself these 3 questions he has so lovingly suggested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1.  Do I need it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2.  Is it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3.  Where am I going to put it? (I have been known to give not so appropriate answers to that one!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a better shopper.  I have really considered buying some items, but when I thought about it, I didn't really need them and I certainly didn't have a place to put them.  SO MONEY WAS SAVED which is a GOOD (scratch that) GREAT thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I was eating breakfast and saw a news item that was going to be on the morning news.  So I used my favorite gadget of all time----the DVR.  I watched the show after school, skipping through everything I didn't want to watch and getting to the meat of the show--&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www,mydallasmommy.com/"&gt;Money Saving MOM --LauraThornquist&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mydallasmommy.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;who helps run &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mydallasmommy.com/"&gt;MyDFWmommy.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I thought immediately "I gotta check this out!"  I did and I was more than impressed.  Thanks Laura and your team.  You have a great blog with so much useful info.  I'm a learner (and I hope I always will be) and you are a great teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Christmas holidays, my DIL, Kristeen, told me about a blog called, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.mybatonrougemommy.com/"&gt;My Baton Rouge Mommy&lt;/a&gt;.  It is also full of great information.  Some tips/coupons are just for Baton Rouge area, but there are many that can be used anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, if you want some good info about saving money go read these blogs.  Happy money saving shopping to you this year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-5050704234868377574?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5050704234868377574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5050704234868377574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5050704234868377574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5050704234868377574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-want-to-save-money.html' title='Do you want to SAVE money??'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5660256953749454911</id><published>2010-01-01T08:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:05:26.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thoughts and memories from the past decade.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Wow!!  It's a new decade.  What will the next ten years hold for my family????  Reflecting on the past  first is important though.  So many good things happened but far too many sad events that still bring me to tears.  I'll try hard to not be too sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several great nieces and nephews were born during this decade:  Riley, Ashley, William, Christian, Joshua, Cameron, and Landon.  It's always a special day when a new life begins.  Oh how I love to hold and cuddle newborns.  I love the fresh baby smell, new baby coos, and the joy I see in the parents' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001 Sarah was a freshman at high school.  She was a drill team member and Jordan was a senior and a drummer in the band.  We have so many memories of watching them perform.  I didn't go to the football games to watch football;  I went to see my kids perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet mom had to enter a nursing home due to Alzheimer's.  The sadness this brought was immeasurable.  I went to work the day after she entered, but couldn't work because I could not stop crying and worrying.  Her Alzheimer's was too progressed though and she had to be transferred to a nursing home with an Alzheimer's unit.  She was happy and when I visited I would play "heart and soul" on the piano and mom would smile and dance.  She was quite a character and the nurses and staff loved my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan graduated from high school in 2002.  This was another emotional time for me.   My first born would be leaving home and going to college in another state.   We celebrated his graduation with family and friends at our house.  Let me just say the hours before graduation were rather emotional, but when I got to the actual ceremony I was fine and dandy.  My friends helped me get everything ready for the after graduation party.  I couldn't have done it without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan left in August 2002 to begin his freshman year at Oklahoma State University.  He was a Chemical Engineering major and was very active in BCM.  Between his junior and senior year, he decided to intern at Delphi and this took him to Tulsa for a year.  He lived by himself for the first time.  He met a special girl who would become his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah graduated from high school in 2005.  It was another special time for our family.  She was going to Texas Tech as a pre-nursing major.  We celebrated with family and friends with a graduation party and once more my friends helped me prepare for the event.  It was one of those sad/happy times.  I remember leaving her in front of her dorm crying after having a family hug of tears.  I would cry for a while on the long trip home and then stop and moments later cry once more and hubby would pat my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Dec. 06 Jordan accepted a job with Exxon.  This made me happy because he wouldn't be moving to Wisconsin!!  Not that Wisconsin would have been bad, it was just the thought of him being soooo very far from home.  On Jordan's spring break in 2007, he looked for apts in League City and he and Kristeen looked for a puppy to adopt.  He found Ellie and sent me a picture of her on my cellphone.   Jordan graduated from OSU in May '07.  He proposed to Kristeen a few days after graduation.  He had asked for my opinion on what ring he should buy.  That was pretty special!!!  They planned a December wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends and I began talking girl trips.  The first one was to New Braunfels in 2007.  We had two nights and 3 days of lots of laughter and fun.  I would laugh until my sides would ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Sarah was accepted into nursing school at Texas Tech Health Science Center.  This made us all very happy.  During college she worked as a lifeguard at the YMCA and during nursing school started working on the pediatric floor at Covenant Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between '06 and '07 Mom's health deterioated and she passed away on Oct. 12, 2007.  It was a sad sad time, but it brought peace as I felt I had lost my mom years before her actual passing.   Living with a parent with Alzheimer's was the most difficult journey of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 29, 2007 Jordan and Kristeen were married in Tulsa.  It was a very special day as I watched my son see his bride for the first time.  The wedding ceremony was beautiful and touching.  I had a handsome son and husband, and beautiful daughter and new daughter.  I reflected on how quickly this time had come.  It seemed as though it hadn't been that long since we brought Jordan home from the hospital and he had played T-ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 2nd girls' trip in June of '08 to Galveston.  It was once again a great time and my sides hurt even more from laughter.  We played games and I didn't like playing Sequence because it was very frustrating when I became stuck on one level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah graduated from nursing school in May '09.  She accepted the job she had wanted at Children's Medical, working on the oncology/hematology floor.   Another joyful family moment. Somehow we managed to pack everything in her car, our car, Bill's truck, and finally calling her friend to bring several things back home.  She went on a graduation cruise and then began her job in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I celebrated our anniversary early with a weeklong trip to Seattle and several nights in Olympic National Park.  We also visited Port Townsend.  Hubby plans wonderful vacations and I loved it all.  Washington is a beautiful state and I want to go back when I go on an Alaskan cruise.  (hint hint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was admitted to the hospital on July 8th, 2009.   The doctor told us it didn't look good and we called family members to say their good-byes.  We thought he was getting better though and we even talked to someone at a long term rehab hospital, but sadly he passed away on July 21st.  Dad was 90 years old.  Now hubby and I had no living parents.  Our children have no grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls' trip this year was going to be for a whole week, but my dear friends cancelled it when my dad became ill.  We had a shortened trip to Fredericksburg.  We laughed until we cried once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I celebrated our 30th anniversary on Aug. 18th.  He surprised with a short trip to Arkansas and we had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing details of many family vacations, but I know we vacationed nearly every year and our family vacations usually involved watching at least one baseball game.  We are a BASEBALL family.  Minor league.  Major league.  It didn't matter.  Some of the trips we took in the past decade were to Washington D.C., Baltimore, Kansas City and St. Louis, Albuquerque, Durango, Corpus Christi, and San Antonio.   We had many road trips to see the kids at college or get them settled into new living spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our family Christmas in Baton Rouge on Dec. 27th.  Once more we were all together and it was great.  I love my family.  I look forward to the next ten years and wonder what special times the future holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-5660256953749454911?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5660256953749454911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5660256953749454911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5660256953749454911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5660256953749454911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-and-memories-from-past-decade.html' title='Thoughts and memories from the past decade.....'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-279327245848597316</id><published>2009-12-24T18:46:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:31:51.008-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve and Love You Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Post #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's just hubby and me at home right now.  Sarah is working and Jordan is in Tulsa with his wife and in-laws.  We trade out Thanksgiving and Christmas each year.  As the song "Let it snow" says, "The weather outside is frightful.  We were on our way to our family Christmas and we saw several wrecks and a car turned sideways on the bridge right in front of us and then it couldn't get traction to go any further.  This was around 5 pm and I wasn't feeling too secure in driving another 45 minutes in the blowing snow and blistery wind.  Soooooo I told hubby we should turn around and go home.  He was so sweet and said we could keep going.  We did drive further, but the roads and traffic were getting worse.  In the meantime I was worrying about Sarah getting to the hospital so I called my niece, Shelly, and told her we weren't going to make it because of the weather and road condtions and she started crying.  I was getting teary too, but I thought I can't start crying too much cause I will make her cry more.  You see we were already going to be missing my kids at our Christmas Eve celebration.  This is our first Christmas without my dad and her papa and the 2nd Christmas without my mom and her nana.   I remember every year dad would have some excuse for not going to Shelly's and usually it would involve the weather.  Dad would say,   "I'm not getting out cause it's going to be too cold" or "If it's raining, I can't go cause the roads will be bad" or "I'm too old to get out at night".  This would start weeks before Christmas.  I would tell him "Daddy, you are going to Shelly's"  I would also tell him, "Don't worry about it right now.  Let's  just wait and see what the weather is doing and I can always come by and pick you up."    I  think now that maybe he just needed us to tell him that we needed him to be there to celebrate  Christmas with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thinking about this and not being able to go to our family Christmas causes tears to slowly fall down my cheeks.  I was also watching a dreaded Lifetime movie called "The Christmas Hope" and there was a scene with a woman reading Robert Munsch's book, "Love You Forever".   I immediately told  hubby, "Oh this is a great book but it's so sad."  I was telling him how we used it at our Mother's Day celebration with our first graders and their moms and there wouldn't be a dry eye in the room as each child read an excerpt from the book.  I was also thinking of my mom and singing to her in October 2007 every Christmas song I could think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you haven't read this book, you need to.  It's a winner and a definite keeper.   The pictures make the story better but I'm sure you can understand why the tears fall when listening once more to this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love You Forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;by Robert Munsch &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth,   back and forth. And while she held him, she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and   he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the   food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the   toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!" &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room,   crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep   she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she   rocked him she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years   old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when   grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the   zoo! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room,   crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep,   she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back   and forth. And while she rocked him she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had   strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes   the mother felt like she was in a zoo! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his   room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really   asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth,   back and forth. While she rocked him she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up   man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got   into her car and drove across town.  If all the lights in her son's house were out,   she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of   his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and   forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called   up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick."   So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:   &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always... &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother.   He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he   sang this song: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my Mommy you'll be. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs.   Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up   in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And   while he rocked her he sang: &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After the woman finished reading the story in the movie and was crying, sweet hubby made me laugh when he said, "Do you want to call Jordan and sing to him?"  So sweet Jordie and Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;I sing to you this Christmas Eve on my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll love you forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll like you for always,&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm living&lt;br /&gt;my baby you'll be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Shelly,&lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you and hope to see you soon.  As I have told myself many times this year,  knowing my kids wouldn't be home to celebrate Christmas on the 24th and 25th, that Christmas doesn't have to be a certain day--it can be whenever you're with your family.  Merry Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-279327245848597316?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/279327245848597316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=279327245848597316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/279327245848597316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/279327245848597316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve and Love You Forever'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8332244897511581080</id><published>2009-12-24T13:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:18:01.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Where's the Line to See Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I just came across this song on a friend's facebook and I was immediately quite taken by its title and had to listen to it.  I had planned on writing a Christmas message but just hadn't thought of what to say so I will let the words of this song speak for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the Line to See Jesus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(An Original Song)&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed by father and daughter, Steve Haupt and Becky Kelley&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by grandson, Spencer Reijgers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPViKJRHyZo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPViKJRHyZo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind the song, as told by Steve Haupt:&lt;br /&gt;"While at the mall last year, my 4 year old grandson saw kids lined up excitedly to see Santa Claus.  Having been taught as a toddler that Christmas is the holiday that Christians celebrate the birth of God's son, with the innocence of a child, he asked his mom, "where's the line to see Jesus"?   If Christmas is Jesus' birthday, why don't we see Him more?  As his grandpa, I was so happy that little Spencer understood the meaning of Christmas at such a tender age, and then the words for a song were jotted down in just a few minutes.  The song was inspired by my grandson, and the message was inspired by my Savior. Out of the mouths of babes come profound truths that many adults can not understand.  Hopefully Spencer's observation and our song will cause people to reflect on the love of Jesus, and the certainty that one day we will all stand in line to see Jesus.  Merry Christmas everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPViKJRHyZo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Written by Steve Haupt and Chris Loesch&lt;br /&gt;Recorded at Shock City Studios, Saint Louis, MO&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Chris Loesch&lt;br /&gt;Video by Robbie Haupt and Greg Haupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Sometimes it takes the wisdom and wonder of a child to make us really think.  Let us remember the reason we celebrate Christmas.  Keep CHRISTmas in your heart this season and throughout the new year.  May His love embrace your family.   Merry CHRISTmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8332244897511581080?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8332244897511581080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8332244897511581080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8332244897511581080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8332244897511581080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheres-line-to-see-jesus.html' title='Where&apos;s the Line to See Jesus?'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5790689503074708464</id><published>2009-12-06T20:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:35:45.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Stephanie Nielson's family marks her year of survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sxx07GLAHSI/AAAAAAAAAio/dr3AkqvHLAY/s1600-h/stephanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sxx07GLAHSI/AAAAAAAAAio/dr3AkqvHLAY/s320/stephanie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412329410810354978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading about Stephanie before the horrible accident that changed her family's lives forever.  She is a great writer.  I loved reading about her and her beautiful family.  I had linked to NieNie Dialogues from another blogger and NieNie became a frequent blog read.  After the accident, I continued to follow her story.  I have seen her on Oprah and The Today Show and now &lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/stephanie-nielson-fireside-120609.html"&gt;her story written by Jamiee Rose is featured in Arizona Central Newspaper&lt;/a&gt;.  Whether you are a NieNie follower or not, you need to read this.  It's up close and personal and tells as Stephanie put it "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my journey from the accident to now and becoming a mother again&lt;/span&gt;". Stephanie is an amazing woman, a beautiful and strong woman with a loving and caring heart.  This week features 4 chapters and next Sunday more chapters will be released.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-5790689503074708464?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/stephanie-nielson-fireside-120609.html' title='Stephanie Nielson&apos;s family marks her year of survival'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5790689503074708464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5790689503074708464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5790689503074708464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5790689503074708464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/12/stephanie-nielsons-family-marks-her.html' title='Stephanie Nielson&apos;s family marks her year of survival'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sxx07GLAHSI/AAAAAAAAAio/dr3AkqvHLAY/s72-c/stephanie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6831004396259223238</id><published>2009-12-06T08:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:47:02.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby and Father in Crib</title><content type='html'>this made me laugh this morning.  these were the days.  i remember many nights like this with Sarah before she got tubes in her ears.  we finally gave up and just put her in the bed with us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLErNXIYjMg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLErNXIYjMg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6831004396259223238?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6831004396259223238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6831004396259223238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6831004396259223238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6831004396259223238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-and-father-in-crib.html' title='Baby and Father in Crib'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3004481099202389760</id><published>2009-11-22T12:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:51:09.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>My mom and dad and my kids</title><content type='html'>I was born 14 years after my sister.  I'm not sure and never asked why the big gap between us?  I often wondered--conception problems?  no sex?  was i an accident?  i know i was supposed to be a boy though and my dad lost a bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmBqX0ghYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EZ73D8zFMyI/s1600/scan0056-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmBqX0ghYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EZ73D8zFMyI/s320/scan0056-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad looks like a gangster in this picture.  Look at those ears!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Swl_d2fLlCI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/oFTidBD3UVE/s1600/scan0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Swl_d2fLlCI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/oFTidBD3UVE/s320/scan0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister and mom have some tight curls in this picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful my kids have wonderful memories of times with their Nana and Papa.  They were not fortunate enough to know hubby's parents.  Grandparents play such an important part in a child life.  Maybe that's what is wrong with me.  I can only remember my mom's mom, Mama Nix.  I only remember her as being old.  She lived with us for a while, but I have no memories of staying at her house, playing games, or just spending time together and that makes me sad.  My sister does though and she has told me stories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jordan and Sarah were younger, they spent lots of time with their grandparents.  They spent the night, played Sorry, Wheel of Fortune, and Hide and Seek.  Nana cooked whatever they wanted.  We went on several vacations together and one of our favorite places to go was Silver Dollar City.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmSbnzbDpI/AAAAAAAAAig/uqQmIMOB4J4/s1600/nana+papa+and+jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmSbnzbDpI/AAAAAAAAAig/uqQmIMOB4J4/s320/nana+papa+and+jordan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407013830873779858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Swl_cxeaxEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/OeShZG_v07k/s1600/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Swl_cxeaxEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/OeShZG_v07k/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Swl_dVNUsEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8GgF0OJHJ5o/s1600/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Swl_dVNUsEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8GgF0OJHJ5o/s320/scan0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and Sarah entertaining Nana and Papa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3004481099202389760?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3004481099202389760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3004481099202389760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3004481099202389760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3004481099202389760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mom-and-dad-and-my-kids.html' title='My mom and dad and my kids'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmBqX0ghYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/EZ73D8zFMyI/s72-c/scan0056-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-4419669844911576693</id><published>2009-11-22T12:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:26:38.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My babies</title><content type='html'>i love them so.  i remember so many things when they were little.  they were such cutie pies and stinkers at the same time.  i remember when jordan was attached to a tube of toothpaste and had to carry it everywhere, including a wedding reception!!  he also had an imaginary friend named olivia;  she was very mischievous and was blamed for many of jordan's antics.  sarah was my dancer, my gymnast.  she informed her nana once that she couldn't be an angel like nana had told her she was because she didn't have wings.  i hold the memories we have close to my heart and i  look forward to making many more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAjr-ALnI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0MQ-Iq6UQAM/s1600/scan0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAjr-ALnI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0MQ-Iq6UQAM/s320/scan0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAka4zfiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WgvqxrwXsu0/s1600/scan0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAka4zfiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WgvqxrwXsu0/s320/scan0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Jordan and Sarah--you were sweet to each other.  Despite living hours apart, stay in touch because you need each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAkJIrzsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qyrYyNo82MM/s1600/scan0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAkJIrzsI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qyrYyNo82MM/s320/scan0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAkaodK4I/AAAAAAAAAho/v1LEqXEhV1o/s1600/scan0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAkaodK4I/AAAAAAAAAho/v1LEqXEhV1o/s320/scan0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmBq7_b9yI/AAAAAAAAAiI/j8zK0Iaw9tc/s1600/scan0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmBq7_b9yI/AAAAAAAAAiI/j8zK0Iaw9tc/s320/scan0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-4419669844911576693?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/4419669844911576693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=4419669844911576693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4419669844911576693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4419669844911576693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-babies.html' title='My babies'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SwmAjr-ALnI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0MQ-Iq6UQAM/s72-c/scan0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-453223260956025399</id><published>2009-11-08T10:00:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:39:14.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>"Make it at Home"  shopping list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sooooo, thanksgiving is quickly approaching and i'm trying to get ready.  that means major yard work and housecleaning.  this year i would also like to have the house decorated for christmas.  i've been up for hours.  i have meatballs cooking in the crockpot for hubby.  i made meatless taco soup for me, substituting Morning Start meal starters for the ground beef, and also some jalapeno cornbread.  it's 10 in the morning and i've already eaten soup and cornbread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was working on a grocery list cause i really dislike going to the store and wandering aimlessly while looking at a disorganized shopping list or worse than that not having a list at all.  so i googled shopping list and i found a great site where you can generate your own list by category and print it.  WOW!  the site just happens to be walmart, but i promise it's okay and this link takes you directly to &lt;a href="http://see.walmart.com/makeitathome/"&gt; make it at home &lt;/a&gt; .  just scroll to bottom and click on personalized shopping list.  it's great cause you can save your lists.  since i basically have the same menu each thanksgiving, i now have a shopping list i can use each year.  you can also send your shopping list in an email to your hubby or kids so they could shop for you.  soon a free application should be available for iphone and ipod touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy and Delicious Meatballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;1/2 Bag of Costco meatballs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;1 or 2 bottles of Heinz chili sauce (in ketchup section)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;32 oz. of grape jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I usually put the chili sauce and jelly together in a bowl and place in microwave for a couple of minutes to help liquefy the jelly and the mixture covers the meatballs better.  Put meatballs in crockpot and pour jelly and chili sauce mixture over meatballs.  The meatballs are better if you let them cook all day.  (cook on high a few hours, then switch to low)  If you want them to cook more quickly, thaw your meatballs the night before in the refrigerator.  ENJOY!!!  The sauce is great to dip bread/rolls into.  This recipe makes me dislike being a vegetarian cause the aroma coming from the kitchen is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-453223260956025399?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/453223260956025399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=453223260956025399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/453223260956025399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/453223260956025399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/11/shopping-list.html' title='&quot;Make it at Home&quot;  shopping list'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2219852202038981993</id><published>2009-10-31T18:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:01:08.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SuzHaMFknvI/AAAAAAAAAgw/X0p1NjTXEIw/s1600-h/12637_701754017332_17123564_39389440_3304629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SuzHZgyO1xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oSk3cEbbH4c/s1600-h/12637_701754007352_17123564_39389438_1573090_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SuzHZgyO1xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oSk3cEbbH4c/s200/12637_701754007352_17123564_39389438_1573090_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398909294421661458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ellie the Bumblebee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Not much going on at our house for Halloween, but I just got these pictures of my grandpuppy, Ellie. She was a big hit when Kristeen walked her around the neighborhood. Ellie is as sweet as honey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SuzHaMFknvI/AAAAAAAAAgw/X0p1NjTXEIw/s1600-h/12637_701754017332_17123564_39389440_3304629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SuzHaMFknvI/AAAAAAAAAgw/X0p1NjTXEIw/s200/12637_701754017332_17123564_39389440_3304629_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398909306045505266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SuzHZ1bD14I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Kjtq0O4vYRU/s1600-h/12637_701754012342_17123564_39389439_5767500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>a playful pup from the bonnie hunt show</title><content type='html'>i love watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BONNIE HUNT show&lt;/span&gt;.  she makes me laugh and feel good.  hubby likes her too.  we both enjoy watching her in the evenings after work.   she loves dogs and this video was her "feel good moment of the day"  a few days ago.  this adorable puppy has endless energy.  i want it.  i'm a sucker for cutie pie puppies.&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/sflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="480" height="316" id="embed" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/bonnie/us/video/player/embed.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param 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show'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-4784502000947615280</id><published>2009-10-12T15:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:39:12.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>a true empty nest</title><content type='html'>well, it is official.  my baby girl flew the coop.  she moved into her apartment last thurs. after graduating from tech in may.  it was somewhat bittersweet.  on one hand i was happy, she was moving closer to work and would have more activities near her.  on the other hand, my house will be with a child except for occasional visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact this christmas, sarah will be working and jordan will be here at thanksgiving, but not christmas.  i'm already thinking about being sad and that's not good.  i do keep telling myself, christmas doesn't have to be a particular day; it's when you and your family can be together. repeat to self and hubby-christmas doesn't have to be celebrated on a particular day; it's when you and your family can be together. i know it will be okay, but for the first time in 26 years we will not be together on Dec. 24th and 25th. The first time I won't be videotaping the kids opening their gifts and their stockings.  Traditions.  The big breakfast, watching movies, playing games, eating more food, relaxing around the house in our pj's all day if we want.  the plan now is to get together with jordan and kristeen after christmas at their house and hopefully sarah will have time off to join us or else we won't all be together at all for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to sarah's move.  she used moveforfree.com and it was great.  they helped her find the apartment and she used them on her referral on the apt. application and they moved all her furniture and 10 boxes.  this was the easiest move we have had.  she just had to pay $10 for mileage and then the tip she gave them.  i went to her apartment on thurs. after school and helped her some.  we put her bed together but were missing a piece so we couldn't complete the job.  saturday she called me when she woke up after her friday nite shift and we went to ikea and found barstools and some other assorted household items.   here's what i put together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_XXotOAf-I/AAAAAAAAAro/NXOjsKsvOSE/s1600/expedit.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473518016471793634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_XXotOAf-I/AAAAAAAAAro/NXOjsKsvOSE/s320/expedit.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_XXoJcy0YI/AAAAAAAAArg/rc7xFGLhN4Q/s1600/poang+chair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473518006870135170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_XXoJcy0YI/AAAAAAAAArg/rc7xFGLhN4Q/s320/poang+chair.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-4784502000947615280?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/4784502000947615280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=4784502000947615280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4784502000947615280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4784502000947615280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-empty-nest.html' title='a true empty nest'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/S_XXotOAf-I/AAAAAAAAAro/NXOjsKsvOSE/s72-c/expedit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8243293850201773862</id><published>2009-09-24T21:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:19:39.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><title type='text'>say and do nice things</title><content type='html'>today when i was leaving the house i kissed my hubby and said, "have a great day" and he said it already was.  i thought that was pretty sweet.  it's those out of the blue, for no reason things that make me smile and think i'm so glad i married you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and K if you are reading this---begin and end each day with a little kiss.  It makes your days and nights better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that even after 30 years of marriage we can still surprise each other with little things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8243293850201773862?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8243293850201773862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8243293850201773862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8243293850201773862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8243293850201773862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/09/say-and-do-nice-things.html' title='say and do nice things'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-9204872432808547616</id><published>2009-09-19T22:32:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:24:41.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>what a cutie.......</title><content type='html'>this puppy is too stinkin cute.  i think i want him.  i wonder if he sheds though.  i'm so tired of annoying dog hair in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-9119290402256123222</id><published>2009-09-08T18:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:27:15.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my home when.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;i cook and my husband cleans up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;my doggies run and greet me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;my hubby likes what i cook and my daughter eats it and likes it also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;my daughter bakes and CLEANS UP after her self TOTALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;the floor is freshly swept and mopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;i don't wear a bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;i can wear my pjs all day if i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;i can sew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;it's clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;i can cuddle with my hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;i can relax and do nothing if that's what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;it's decorated for Christmas and all the presents are wrapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;i can smell banana bread baking in the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;i see hummingbirds at the hummingbird feeder and butterflies drinking nectar from the flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;friends come to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;family and friends come for Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were written in not particular order---just as they popped into my head!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-9119290402256123222?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/9119290402256123222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=9119290402256123222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/9119290402256123222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/9119290402256123222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-home-when.html' title='I love my home when.....'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8741011225678518160</id><published>2009-09-04T10:01:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:42:01.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gracyn denbesten'/><title type='text'>Gracyn DenBesten sings "HEALER" on Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:large;"&gt;I haven't written about Gracyn in a while but I feel this child of God has touched countless lives since she was diagnosed with viral myocarditis back in December of 2008.  She received a heart transplant on April 15, 2009 and is doing great.  She started 5th grade and was so excited, but then worried because she was going to have to wear a mask to school due to her low white blood cells count.  Some of her friends made her feel more comfortable by wearing masks also.  That little action made all the difference for sweet Gracyn.  When they were getting ready for school, I was touched by what her brother Brooks told his mom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:large;"  &gt;From her &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/gracyndenbesten/journal"&gt;caring bridge site&lt;/a&gt;:   He said, "Mommy, this is how it's suppose to be... all of us here together, getting ready for school.  It's been a long time since that's happened."  He then gave me a big hug.  I whole-heart&lt;wbr&gt;edly agree... it's been a long time, and oh, how good it feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCZjWZKtBTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCZjWZKtBTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:large;"&gt;You can read more about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.firstorlando.com/News-Article/itemId/842/Gracyn-DenBesten-Brings-Congregation-to-Tears.aspx"&gt;Gracyn's performance here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:large;"&gt;I hope Gracyn has a wonderful 5th grade year!!  Please join me in praying that she shows no signs of rejection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8741011225678518160?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8741011225678518160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8741011225678518160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8741011225678518160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8741011225678518160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/09/gracyn-denbesten-sings-healer-on.html' title='Gracyn DenBesten sings &quot;HEALER&quot; on Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-9067089887539260691</id><published>2009-09-04T06:30:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:24:06.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>DipTacular 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SqEQaSzoFXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_DYgwsfzhLE/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SqEQaSzoFXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_DYgwsfzhLE/s200/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377597473968100722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm getting giddy just reading about these dips on &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/2009/09/04/diptacular-2009/"&gt;Boomama's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  so yummy.  so very yummy.  they have made a regular day dipalicious.  i want to go to the store right now!!!  the only problem is i don't know which ONES to make first!!!  Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a super easy fruit dip that you can make lickety split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fluffy Cream Cheese Fruit Dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1--8 oz. tub of strawberry cream cheese spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SqETQgNIW0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/TPbw6BybwbY/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SqETQgNIW0I/AAAAAAAAAfo/TPbw6BybwbY/s200/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377600604300925762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1--7 oz. jar of marshmallow creme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend together.  That's it.  Serve with fresh fruit.  This can be made with a regular  8 oz. cream cheese also, but it's easier if you use the softened tub kind.  If you want to save a few calories, substitute sugar free cool whip for marshmallow creme, but personally why mess with a good thing???  i love it the original way.&lt;a href="http://www.boomama.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-9067089887539260691?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/9067089887539260691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=9067089887539260691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/9067089887539260691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy 30th Anniversary Hubby!!</title><content type='html'>a letter to my husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear hubby,&lt;br /&gt;30 years ago today i married you.  we were young and in love. now we are older, but still in love.  we have had our good times and some bad, but we have stood together.  thank you for being strong when i was weak.  thank you for walking beside me and not in front.  you laugh with me and wipe my tears and tell me i will be okay.  you have put up with my impulsiveness, my craziness, and my moods for 30 years.  for that alone you deserve an award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been there for me in very difficult situations like when my parents were sick.  you came and sat beside me with my dad.  you could talk to him when i was crying by the window.  i admire your strength and your concern for others.  i love that you can get tears in eyes with me, but continue to be strong for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to lie in the bed with you.  i love to cuddle.  i love our children and our dogs and our grand puppy.  i can't wait until we have grandbabies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you like bonnie hunt.  i wish we could be on her show together.  i love to watch her show with you after work.  it's okay that you love her as long as you love me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's stay married another 30 years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;your wifey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-1384639167259135111?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1384639167259135111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1384639167259135111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1384639167259135111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1384639167259135111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-30th-anniversary-hubby.html' title='Happy 30th Anniversary Hubby!!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-1215182350116963111</id><published>2009-08-05T20:31:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:10:37.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>life lessons we can learn from our dogs</title><content type='html'>my hubby found this.  it's a good read and is currently posted on our frig, but i had forgotten it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Live simply.  Love generously.  Care deeply.  Speak kindly.  Remember, if a  dog was the teacher you would learn things like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.  Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.  Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.  Take naps.  Stretch before risings.  Run, romp, and play daily.  Thrive on attention and let people touch you.  Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.  On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.  On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.  When you're happy, dance around and way your entire body.  When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.  Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.  Be loyal.  Never pretend to be something you're not.  If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.  When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.  ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   author unknown (if you happen to know who wrote it, please let me know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do know former President Ronald Reagan said, " Live simply.  Love generously.  Care deeply.  Speak kindly.  Leave the rest to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my doggies.  when i feel bad, they come and sit by me.  they are always happy to see me.  they love me unconditionally.  i should be more like my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, Judy McWhorter, from my church youth group when I was growing up recently published a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fs%3Fie%3DUTF8%26x%3D0%26ref_%3Dnb%5Fsb%5Fnoss%26y%3D0%26field-keywords%3Dby%2520judy%2520mcwhorter%26url%3Dsearch-alias%253Dstripbooks&amp;tag=musing03-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957"&gt;Devotions for Dog Lovers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=musing03-20&amp;l=ur2&amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;She is definitely a dog lover just as I am.  I think it's a book worth recommending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-1215182350116963111?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1215182350116963111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1215182350116963111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1215182350116963111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1215182350116963111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/08/lessons-we-can-learn-from-our.html' title='life lessons we can learn from our dogs'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-1494351403565637901</id><published>2009-07-25T20:09:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:33:03.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Memories of my Dad</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks  have been a very difficult time for our family.  Thankfully we were not alone.  We had each other, friends, other relatives, and neighbors who kept us going.  We also had some very caring people at Presbyterian Hospital that cared for daddy.  It was also there we met Bro. Harry Smith who visited and prayed with the family many times.  Do not ever underestimate the power of a pat on the back, a hug, a phone call, a text message, email, or a meal and even a place to sleep and rest and what all of these things did for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was 90 years old.  We celebrated his birthday on Nov. 16th with family and friends.  We felt very strongly about celebrating this birthday.  After all, it’s not everyday you turn 90 years young, but we knew he would not be a willing participant.  Dad never wanted anyone to go to any trouble for him.  I didn’t even talk to him about it.  Instead Shelly told her PawPaw we wanted to do something for his birthday.  Of course he said, “NO”; he didn’t need or want anything.  He had us and that’s all he needed.  He finally agreed that we could meet at McDonald’s in Ennis because that was between my house and his. Why McDonald’s you might ask? Well, he wouldn’t want to put anybody out with some place nice and he currently liked the food there. We decided on a time and it was all set. Except I guess we should have told him he was leaving at a later time because he thinks he has to leave very early to get places on time and you can never be late.  Linda was waiting for my call to say it was ok to come since we had rented a room in town to have the party. It got to be later than the designated time and dad decided he just wouldn’t go if I didn’t call soon cause it was getting too late. We finally got the room situated and guests had arrived so I gave my sister the A-ok to leave.  However, when they arrived  my dad wouldn’t get out of the car because he was meeting me at McDonald’s and this was not McDonald’s.  Finally, I get him to come inside and he is surprised and happy to see his family and friends, including some that he had not seen in years.  After the party, he still had to have his McDonald’s.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Dad always working and doing something around the house.  He didn’t rest much except when it was time to go to bed.  After I was married, I had to be careful about what I asked him about because he would be up and doing, trying to fix whatever was wrong.  He was a fixer!!  He never wanted anyone doing something for him but he always wanted to do for others.  We always said he would give you the shirt off his back if it would help you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved his family.  Life wasn’t easy for him growing up and his dad had died when he was young.  It used to be difficult for him to say, “I love you”  but I can remember when this all changed.  I was in high school and in a church choir.   We were performing at the high school auditorium and the choir director asked me to say a few words after a song.  I said “ok” but inside I was panicking.  I thought what in the world can I say.  I don’t want to talk in front of all these people.  When it was my time to speak, I walked up and just started talking----no words written down and  nothing really planned.  I talked from my heart and said you know sometimes we are nice to our friends and others we encounter each day, but often we don’t treat the ones we are closest to the way we should.  In fact, we aren’t always even nice to them.  So I said, Mom and Dad, I want you to know I love you.  Then I was done.  It was over.  I didn’t think much about it, but my dad came up with tears in his eyes and told me he loved me too.  From then on, I became his angel with horns!!  This simple action changed us.  When talking to him on the phone or when leaving him after a visit, I would often say, “I love you” and then he would say “I love you too”.   Over the course of his hospital visit, I heard my sister and his dear grandchildren tell him many times, “I love you.”  “PawPaw, I love you.”  We shared with him good stories and times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit from Dad's nephew, Ricky and his wife Becky provided us with more laughter and joy in our pain and sorrow as he had us laughing until we had tears in our eyes.  When Ricky was growing up, he spent many days and even weeks with our family and believe me when Ricky was at our house there was never a dull moment.  My dad had a special relationship with Ricky and many of his nephews and nieces they viewed him as a father or grandfather figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Dad was still telling us about the beginning of the Coca-cola Bottling Company in Dallas.  I honestly can’t tell you how many times I heard this story.  He found it hard to believe that Coke had started with only two employees and $5000.  He was even telling one of his doctors this story.  He worked 43 years for them.  He loved his job.  He loved working and he was good at what he did.  Days missed at work were few and he was a dedicated worker and worked tirelessly.   As a young child, I can remember him winning contests for selling or leasing Coke machines to businesses.  His job was not an easy one.  He delivered cases of Coke all over the Dallas area and he did so with a smile on his face and joy in his heart.  Dad epitomized proper customer service.  His smile and baby blue eyes would melt your heart.  He was the company’s #1 fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad’s sometimes rough exterior hid a heart of gold.  Despite his heart of gold, he could be a stubborn old goat.  In fact on his 80th birthday cake, I put Happy 80th birthday you old goat.   When he saw it, he smiled and laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad wanted something done he wanted it done then and my sweet sister often dealt with his impatience and stubbornness.  Dad was not a complainer.  He could feel bad and never tell you.  We often would have to go by the way he looked or sometimes his actions because we all know our actions speak louder than words.  He never wanted us to buy him anything.  He had all he needed--a family that loved him.  It was okay for him to do for us though.  Dad delighted in his family and often proudly told stories about them. We always said he never met a stranger.  Dad would talk to anybody that would listen and as my mama would often say, “He could talk the hind legs off a billy goat.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember many vacations with Dad to visit family.  One thing about Dad is he didn’t linger long in one place.  Once he got there and visited, he was ready to  get back to his home, his safe haven, because there was always work to be done.   I can remember one vacation going to Indiana to visit one of mom’s cousins.  We went through eight states in 4 days.  We didn’t stop and do anything anywhere.  After all, our trip was to visit the relatives.  Once we did that, the mission was accomplished and it was time to go back home.  I remember on our final night, momma begging him to please let us stop at a motel with a swimming pool so I could swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Dad became a push over with his grandkids and great grandkids.  He watched them as they grew and he was able to relax more.  Many a night was spent at Paw Paw’s and Nana’s house and according to them, “The kids could do no wrong”  Dad loved to give pony rides to Sarah and Jordan and he played many a game of Sorry and Wheel of Fortune with them.  Sarah was Vanna White and I don’t know, but maybe Jordan was Pat Sajak.  They were also always playing “Hide and seek”  and mom and dad would delight in scaring them before they were found by yelling, “Boo”.  Sometimes they would just hide around a corner and scare us as we walked by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly, Chad, and Brandon would ride the bus to their Nana and Paw Paw’s house after school and their Nana always had a meal prepared for them.  Many times I think they had pinto beans which was always a family favorite.  No one has ever cooked pinto beans as good as my mom.  After dinner there would always be a dessert and it was then the prankster came out in their PawPaw.  He would always hide their bowls of ice cream when they stepped away from the table.  Shelly remembers him singing “I scream, you scream we all scream for ice cream”.  Keith and I remember making homemade peppermint ice cream with an old hand turned ice cream freezer.  I got tired of turning that crank, but daddy would always finish it up as it became more difficult to turn.  For some reason, PawPaw would have Keith sit on the ice cream freezer and Keith remembers freezing his backside off sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the very youngest great grandchild, Landon, was a bit of a prankster like his pawpaw.  When his Paw Paw would go to the kitchen to eat, Landon would take his favorite chair and tell his papa, “I’m getting your chair PawPaw!”  When PawPaw was finished eating he would say, “You better get out of chair or I’ll get the fly swatter!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PawPaw would make his grandkids laugh when he would say, “I bet I can do something you can’t do!”  and they would say, “What pawpaw?”  Then he would take out his teeth and say can you do this?  Then he would ask, “Will you hold these for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, Jordan, Sarah, and I went on several great vacations with Mama and Daddy.  One destination we have wonderful memories of is to Branson, MI where we visited Silver Dollar City and stayed at a motel that had a water slide.  Good times.  Fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take joy in telling these stories because these are memories we hold in our hearts and this is what our daddy and Paw Paw would have wanted us to do.  He is at peace and he would say to us, “Don’t cry for me.  I’m with your mama, your Nana and I’m okay and you should be too.”  We will forever remember our good times with our sweet daddy and PawPaw and the lessons on living he taught us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-1494351403565637901?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1494351403565637901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1494351403565637901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1494351403565637901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1494351403565637901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories-of-my-dad.html' title='Memories of my Dad'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6364695020930931443</id><published>2009-07-24T18:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:28:45.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my dad'/><title type='text'>My dad</title><content type='html'>I am emotional.  At the moment I am composed, but it seems this can change in an instant.  It's only been 1 year and 9 months since my mom passed away.  So I am again flooded with memories.  Tomorrow is the memorial service, a celebration of my daddy's life.  I will be recalling memories of life growing up with my dad.  Please pray that I am able to do this.  It's something I really want to do for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SmpHV1Jpl4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Lt3TnuTufsY/s1600-h/papa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SmpHV1Jpl4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Lt3TnuTufsY/s200/papa2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362176746708375426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, 90, a loving husband, father, and papa passed away on  July 21, 2009.  Raymond was born on November 16, 1918.  He worked for Coca-Cola Bottling Company for 43 years.  During the final week of his life he still proudly told family and friends that the bottling company started with only 2 employees and $5000.  He will be remembered by all who knew him as a man who loved his family, wasn’t afraid of hard work, and was always willing to lend a helping hand.  He was an avid reader and gardener.  He delighted in sharing vegetables from his garden with family and friends.  He never met a stranger and often greeted people with “How’s it going Easy Money?”  He leaves behind 2 loving daughters, 6 grandkids, and 11 great grandkids and many nieces, nephews, and cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6364695020930931443?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6364695020930931443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6364695020930931443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6364695020930931443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6364695020930931443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dad-raymond-earl-mathis.html' title='My dad'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SmpHV1Jpl4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Lt3TnuTufsY/s72-c/papa2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2899943191056018711</id><published>2009-07-21T08:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:29:19.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my dad'/><title type='text'>letting go and finding peace</title><content type='html'>we are in the final days of my daddy's life. if you are thinking how can you write on your blog at a time like this? well, i tell you this is my means of release, my means of communication, and a vital part of my survival at this time. i'm at home now. i slept here last night. i had been with dad for 30 hrs minus the couple of hours my friends took me away from reality. i love my friends. they provide me with care, encouragement, and understanding, and ears to listen to me and shoulders to cry on and arms to hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister and i met with the VNA hospice nurse yesterday. when talking to the nurse, the tears came once more and i stand to get a tissue and i take the last one. i say, "i've used another box. i gotta find some more."  i walk to the other side of the room and grab another box and i sit and we continue our conversation. hospice care at the hospital begins today and the plan is to move him home on friday. i don't know if he will live that long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many emotions flood my soul. i remember sitting beside my sweet mama in her final days and singing to her. i sang to her every song i could think of: religious, childhood, but mostly Christmas carols----even though it was october it was okay because Christmas was always a special time for the family. i sang to my daddy some to. i sang softly and tenderly, jesus is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may ask how do you deal with this and say you couldn't do it. well, you can and you do. you have to. you just do. you depend on friends and family and kind nurses and doctors and love and prayers. getting a phone call, a text message, or an email, having friends let you escape reality for a couple of hours, crying, laughing, eating, sleeping, and showering at a childhood friend's house are all things that keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hard. i cry out in prayer for peace and rest for my daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-2899943191056018711?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2899943191056018711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=2899943191056018711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2899943191056018711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2899943191056018711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/07/letting-go-and-finding-peace.html' title='letting go and finding peace'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8815257250848332112</id><published>2009-07-19T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:29:46.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my dad'/><title type='text'>My sweet daddy</title><content type='html'>I wish I could change the events that happened on the evening of July 9th.  That evening my dad was taken to the emergency room by ambulance.  He was admitted to ICU and then sent to a regular room on Sunday, July 12th.  He stayed there until the afternoon of July 16th when he was readmitted to ICU.  Now he is going back to a regular room and will probably begin receiving hospice services.  I won’t write all the details or events, but let me just say it has been extremely hard seeing my dear sweet daddy this way.  He’s 90 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated his 90th birthday last Nov. 16th.  We wanted it to be a surprise because we knew he wouldn’t go for a party so my niece Shelly told him we wanted to do something for his birthday and he finally agreed that we would meet at McDonald’s between my house and his.  Why McDonald’s you might ask?  Well, he wouldn’t want to put anybody out with some place nice and he currently liked the food there.  We decided on a time and it was all set.  Except I guess we should have told him he was leaving at a later time because he thinks he has to leave very early to get places and my sister Linda was waiting for my call to say it was ok to come since we had renting a room in town to have the party.  It got to be later than the designated time and dad decided he just wouldn’t go if I didn’t call soon cause it was getting too late.  We finally got the room situated and guests had arrived so I gave my sister the A-ok to leave.  They pull up to the building and dad won’t get out of the car because he is meeting me at McDonald’s and this is not McDonald’s.  I go out to get him and I guess he is not understanding so well but I get him to come inside and I think he is pretty surprised and happy.  It was a fun party with some neighbors, relatives, and some friends that he hadn’t seen in years.  I have some pictures that I will post later.  He still wanted his McDonald’s though so his grandson went and got him some after the party was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a good time.  I like to remember times like that.  I have to recall these memories to get through my current days.  I told someone every day is blur.  I look at the clock on the wall and it’s 8:00 am and then I glance again and it’s 5:30 pm.  Some days I just don’t think  I can make it, but I have to keep going for my daddy.  He needs me.  So far we have been told twice he probably wouldn’t make it through the night.  The first time was Friday, July 10th and the doctor told us to contact all the family.  That is most difficult thing to do.  My son and daughter in law flew in Friday afternoon and had a good visit with their Papa.  I had a meltdown on Sunday morning though because all I could think of was Jordan telling his papa good-bye for what could be the last time.  I was a mess, but my dear sweet hubby kept me going and gave me some tender loving care and I was okay later that morning.  I don’t think anyone even knew it happened except him.  Hubby made the trip to see dad that morning while I pulled myself together and he decided we should do something as a family that afternoon but the timing for a movie was all wrong so we went to eat at Chuy’s and that is always good!!  After the movie, the kids and I went to see my dad/their papa.  He had been moved to a regular room that day so we had a nice visit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad’s doctor is amazed when I sent him a text message that he has been moved to a room.  He comes by the next morning and we talk.  He says dad is very strong.  Either Tues. or Wed. we talk about what kind of care Dad will need when he leaves the hospital and he tells me he should go to a long term acute care facility which is basically a hospital with rehab.  He orders a physical therapist to do an evaluation and she comes by Wed.  Dad even sat in a chair on Tues. for a couple of hours but on Thurs. he is weaker and scares the therapist when he gets very faint and pale.  She lies him down quickly, but comes back later to do exercises with his arms and legs.  She says he is strong.  He counts with her from 1 to 10 with each movement, but he always get ahead of her and she teases himj that he is trying to finish before she wants him to.  A nurse from the facility comes on Thurs, July 16th and visits with us.  She says he can be moved that day or Friday.  Well, then in a instant that all changed and he plummeted lower than before and I was sent out of the room and blubbered phone numbers to call and my sister, nephew, and hubby got it as fast as they could.  This put us back in ICU.  Again we were told it didn’t look good so we all said our good-byes and told him how much we loved him.  I told him I bet mama was waiting for him in heaven.  His blood pressure at one time was 68/51, but he made it through the night with family always by his side.  That morning about 6:30 I was exhausted and emotionally drained so I went to a friend’s house and cried and rested.  She laid beside me for a while and talked and then I rested.  It was wonderful to just be on a bed, but I couldn’t rest for a while cause I couldn’t stop sobbing.  About 10:30 I got up and she fixed me breakfast.  I felt stronger and returned to the hospital in my same clothes from the day before.  I was by dad’s bedside until 10:00 that night and I didn’t want to go far so I went back to my dear friend’s house to sleep.  Thankfully, Hubby had brought me clean clothes.  The bed brought peace and sleep for the night which I needed.  Hubby ended up staying at the hospital all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 7:09 pm and dad is not doing so good and neither am I.  Michael is on his way.  I would appreciate your prayers for my dad to be at peace and not suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8815257250848332112?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8815257250848332112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8815257250848332112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8815257250848332112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8815257250848332112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sweet-daddy.html' title='My sweet daddy'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8916971785873647584</id><published>2009-07-14T15:42:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:46:02.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray for Kate McRae; Blogger community prayers are needed</title><content type='html'>modified from Kate's caring bridge site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday June 29th began like every other day for the McRae family, and ended like one the family could have never imagined. Their daughter &lt;a href="http://www.caringbrige.org/visit/mcraekate"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; was taken to the dr. for tremors in her right hand. They proceeded to Phoenix Childrens Hospital for a stat CT of her head. At 5:30 Holly, Kate's mom, was taken into a room alone and told Kate had a massive tumor on the basil ganglia portion of her brain. She had surgery on July 3rd and Kate needs our prayers, as does her family, Aaron, Holly, Olivia and Will. Specific prayer requests from the family on July 13th as posted on their&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mcraekate"&gt; caring bridge site&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Improvement in Kate's right arm and hand, as we are not seeing much at all&lt;br /&gt;2. Protection from any sort of outside illness for Kate (and Aaron and Holly for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep for Kate especially, as she desperately needs it to heal.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wisdom for everyone involved in her care, that the best plan of action would be developed for her.&lt;br /&gt;5. No, absolutely no, cancer cells in her spine.&lt;br /&gt;6. Protection for Kate's hearing specifically during the chemo&lt;br /&gt;7. Protection for Kate's kidney's during the chemo&lt;br /&gt;8. That the tumor would shrink (miraculously, or through medicine)&lt;br /&gt;9. That God would get glory through Kate's horrific journey&lt;br /&gt;10. Kate's healing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to comprehend how this family feels, but I do believe in the power of prayer.  I've seen the blogging community come together for many children/adults and I think it's time once again.  I am not too blogger savvy and I cannot figure out how to do a link box that other bloggers can copy and paste into their sidebars.  So if you know how or can paste this request on, I would so appreciate it and I know the McRae family would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/92JevgM8RBw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/92JevgM8RBw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was written by &lt;a href="http://brianwurzell.wordpress.com/2009/07/04/audrey-assad-little-light-song-for-kate-mcrae/"&gt;Audrey Assad&lt;/a&gt;, a Nashville Singer-Songwriter, during an online Global Night of Prayer for Kate McRae. The lyrics came in one pass that night and the chords/melody came the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Light by Audrey Assad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the angels watching you&lt;br /&gt;They’re singing songs that we have never heard&lt;br /&gt;Their voices ring like bells over the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only we could hear their words&lt;br /&gt;God is near, little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are brilliant,deep sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;Your quiet wisdom is an evening song.&lt;br /&gt;The angels must be breathless at your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Like the world catches its breath before the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;God is near, little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus bends to hear you breathe;&lt;br /&gt;His tender hands are holding you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;His heart is ravished when you look at Him,&lt;br /&gt;and oh, the endless mercy in His eyes;&lt;br /&gt;God is here, little light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8916971785873647584?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/mcraekate' title='Please Pray for Kate McRae; Blogger community prayers are needed'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8916971785873647584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8916971785873647584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8916971785873647584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8916971785873647584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-pray-for-kate-mcrae.html' title='Please Pray for Kate McRae; Blogger community prayers are needed'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-727999788747262816</id><published>2009-07-08T21:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:17:03.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My kids have found their wings</title><content type='html'>I was flooded with emotion while watching this video.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4NS7gChzvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4NS7gChzvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought back so many memories of my children.  It's hard to believe so many years have passed since I had moments like some of the ones shown in the video.  I have several friends that have grown up children and I have one friend that is already beginning to struggle thinking about what this next school year will bring as her son graduates from high school and then leaves home for college.  I also have some friends/relatives that have either babies, toddlers, or school age children.  My dear niece has one child beginning 1st grade and the other 4th grade.  These boys can't be that old already!! One friend has a daughter beginning kindergarten.  How can this be?  It seems like she was just born a few days ago.  We blink our eyes and they change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, so very hard to watch our babies grow up.  I know cause I still struggle with it.  I started crying on Sunday when we were leaving Jordan and Kristeen's house after spending several days with them.  I thought at first I could control it.  I wiped a few tears and thought I can do this.  No one has to know.  I put on my sunglasses and went to the restroom to blot my eyes, but then I sobbed and I think they heard me.  I came out and sat down and the tears were flowing freely.  I couldn't control it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories that flood my heart and eyes until they overflow with droplets of salty water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw Jordan.  I touched his cheek and thought this is our little  baby.  It was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Jordan to meet his dad for lunch at Wendy's when he was about 2 years old.  He was wearing white shorts and blue and white striped shirt and little keds---he was adorable with his blond hair and blue eyes.  When he held his daddy's hand walking to the car, my heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing "It's a girl" followed by the sweetest little cry when Sarah was born and then being able to hold her right after she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan picking every daffodil I had shortly after Sarah was born.  He brought them to me so proudly, smiling ear to ear.  It was the sweetest thing!!  I think he needed some attention after his baby sister had taken some of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 year old Sarah taking her dad a balloon bouquet for Valentine's Day.  She had a little red plaid dress on and the balloons were bigger than she was.  We had gone to his office and she ran down the hallway with the balloons waving above her head.  Her expression and smile were worth a million.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to write but my eyes are closing....... check back later....&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-727999788747262816?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/727999788747262816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=727999788747262816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/727999788747262816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/727999788747262816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-kids-have-found-their-wings.html' title='My kids have found their wings'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6376972056560813019</id><published>2009-06-20T12:33:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:29:05.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-166625c672b6a61c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D166625c672b6a61c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331545898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79C6828E3D8D7DCD41566562E69376EE08C7B81.278C84EAB347DB63000F60AC06102E013350CA54%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D166625c672b6a61c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnpgSeO0vVzyFPRDZScG_ywFgKG8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D166625c672b6a61c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331545898%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79C6828E3D8D7DCD41566562E69376EE08C7B81.278C84EAB347DB63000F60AC06102E013350CA54%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D166625c672b6a61c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnpgSeO0vVzyFPRDZScG_ywFgKG8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;You are their Dad.&lt;br /&gt;You are loved.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you first held Jordan and then Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;How has all of this happened in such a short time?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we were married&lt;br /&gt;and first Jordan was born, and then Sarah .&lt;br /&gt;We have watched our kids grow from babies to toddlers to kindergarteners who too quickly became high school students and we blinked our eyes and watched them graduate from college. Now our son is married to Kristeen.&lt;br /&gt;and you are proud.&lt;br /&gt;and loved&lt;br /&gt;and cherished &lt;br /&gt;by our children and me.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember they will always be our babies no matter how old they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6376972056560813019?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=166625c672b6a61c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1d871cc9be6d72a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6376972056560813019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6376972056560813019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6376972056560813019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6376972056560813019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-hubby.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day Hubby'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5377611625180253837</id><published>2009-05-14T17:07:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:55:46.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sarah graduates from Texas Tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;On April 30, 1987, Sarah Elise entered this world at 3:43 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyXk7hKzCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dlD-i5JSSYU/s1600-h/scan0012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyXk7hKzCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dlD-i5JSSYU/s320/scan0012-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sarah graduated from MHS in June 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyWJw4EmeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NttrtnWhKaU/s1600-h/100_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyWJw4EmeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/NttrtnWhKaU/s320/100_1115.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 50%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyWJlMbPrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_FjaBcF-7pE/s1600-h/000_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyWJlMbPrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_FjaBcF-7pE/s320/000_0003.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In August 2005, Sarah began her freshman year at Texas Tech.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyWJrW92kI/AAAAAAAAAbI/an8Gr4YyTHo/s1600-h/100_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyWJrW92kI/AAAAAAAAAbI/an8Gr4YyTHo/s320/100_0226.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyXlKssPII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fr5iEp4_C6k/s1600-h/100_0863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyXlKssPII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fr5iEp4_C6k/s320/100_0863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 50%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It hasn't been easy and this semester was particularly challenging, but she's done!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On Friday, May 15th, she receives her nursing pin and Saturday she graduates from nursing school.  To say I'm proud is an understatement.  It will be a very special weekend and I'm thrilled this day has arrived.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SicQy5TZbKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/T4TyHhtvNEI/s1600-h/sarah+graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SicQy5TZbKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/T4TyHhtvNEI/s320/sarah+graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343257949460065442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyXkxrz8iI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NWyKcaTNe0E/s1600-h/100_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyXkxrz8iI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NWyKcaTNe0E/s320/100_0328.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YEAH FOR MY BABY GIRL!!!!  I love you so!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-5377611625180253837?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5377611625180253837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5377611625180253837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5377611625180253837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5377611625180253837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/05/sarah-graduates-from-texas-tech.html' title='Sarah graduates from Texas Tech'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SgyXk7hKzCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/dlD-i5JSSYU/s72-c/scan0012-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6611048566062652990</id><published>2009-05-10T19:55:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T07:59:13.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>Remembering my Mom on Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>This was my 2nd mother's day without my mom so yesterday I made one of the favorite recipes that she used to make me.  It was delicious.  Now I didn't have buttered homemade biscuits, but it was still pretty darn good.  Surprise someone with this for breakfast or as a dessert.  I think you will love it if you like chocolate. To my kids:  next time you are all here, I'm going to make you some chocolate gravy because I love you so very much and I don't remember if your nana ever made it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-au-F613jtgQ/TmyvKXUnQzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6xep8n6ukU0/s1600/chocolate_gravy_biscuits.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-au-F613jtgQ/TmyvKXUnQzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6xep8n6ukU0/s320/chocolate_gravy_biscuits.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula Deen's Chocolate Gravy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 stick butter &lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sugar &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons all-purpose flour &lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup cocoa &lt;br /&gt;2 cups whole milk &lt;br /&gt;Heat butter in a cast iron skillet over low heat. Mix in sugar, flour and cocoa. Slowly pour 1 cup of milk into the skillet and whisk well to remove lumps. Whisk in remaining milk, stirring constantly, until mixture is thick, being careful not to scorch. Serve hot over biscuits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***my changes:  no cast iron skillet, 1% milk, instead of 1/3 cup cocoa, i put 2 TBS. cocoa and 2 TBS. semi-sweet chocolate chips.   i also add a pinch of cinnamon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVIEW:  BEST CHOCOLATE GRAVY RECIPE I HAVE MADE, almost as good as my mama's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful and sweet mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd3nJaJXdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NPeLpTPB2iE/s1600-h/scan00471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd3nJaJXdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NPeLpTPB2iE/s320/scan00471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama and me in 1958   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd5PJ2n6-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_d3_VjfD2E8/s1600-h/scan0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd5PJ2n6-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_d3_VjfD2E8/s320/scan0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 18, 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd5PMXsBmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6yTboYMDCgQ/s1600-h/scan00791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd5PMXsBmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6yTboYMDCgQ/s320/scan00791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana at Sarah's 2nd birthday, April 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd3nUX_O7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/oPx54NOY5t0/s1600-h/scan00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd3nUX_O7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/oPx54NOY5t0/s320/scan00341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, Jordan, and Nana at Silver Dollar City in 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd3nlZ3ylI/AAAAAAAAAao/KbatWjIligY/s1600-h/nana6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd3nlZ3ylI/AAAAAAAAAao/KbatWjIligY/s320/nana6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom at Christmas at Shelly's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd3nYyCVtI/AAAAAAAAAag/XjMETrIhBmc/s1600-h/scan0061-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sgd3nYyCVtI/AAAAAAAAAag/XjMETrIhBmc/s320/scan0061-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always said to my mom, "Give me some sugar or kiss me slobber lips, i'm thirsty!!"  Goofy, I know but oh, they loved each other and taught me how to love and be loved. As my tears flow, I am reminded once again of how much I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6611048566062652990?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6611048566062652990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6611048566062652990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6611048566062652990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6611048566062652990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Remembering my Mom on Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-au-F613jtgQ/TmyvKXUnQzI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6xep8n6ukU0/s72-c/chocolate_gravy_biscuits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-1469925588189831782</id><published>2009-04-30T16:55:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:30:06.833-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>Crawfish and Crawfishing</title><content type='html'>please take note i wrote CRAWFISH not crayfish.  i'm from the south and i don't say crayfish--that sounds a bit too proper.  i say it a certain way also, sort of slow and drawn out like craaaaww fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my son on Sunday and he said, "Mom, I tried a new food and I LOVE IT!!"  He then asked me to guess what it was.  Knowing my son and how picky he is/was, I wasn't very successful cause I don't really think of him being an adventurous eater!  So he ended up having to tell me &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2038966_eat-boiled-crawfish.html"&gt;he ate crawfish&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sf5VOH-eHJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cPQS7fnCcuQ/s1600-h/jdk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331792710000843922" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sf5VOH-eHJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cPQS7fnCcuQ/s320/jdk.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he loved them!!  he played with them.  he named them.  then he tore their tails off, and ate the meat.  last but not least he sucked their heads.  and it was good.  no, not quite right---they were delicious!! this made me laugh so much.  i can see my goofy and all grown up, but still my baby boy playing with crawfish and naming them and then eating them.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugghh!  can't say i care to indulge in his newly acquired food choice.  his bride seemed to have more of what i feel would be my reaction to eating them.  she didn't like them.  i loved her description of them.  she said the underneath side when cooked looked like a roach.  DISGUSTING!!!  can't say that i want to eat roaches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my son has come a long way in expanding his diet and he quite literally shocked me with this current food.  i don't think i will join him in eating them though cause....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have amazingly wonderful memories of crawfishing with my mama.  you could call me a farm girl.  i didn't grow up with many indulgences, but i didn't do without either if that makes any sense.  here's my story that i shared at her memorial service:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of my fondest memories with my mom involve the simplest things.  She took delight in the small things in life.  I remember her teaching me how to go crawfishing.  For those of you that don’t know what a crawfish is—they are scary little crustaceans with beady little eyes and scary pinchers like lobsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sfo6lT3yByI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xmqrVJ540mM/s1600-h/463647614_a4b8bf6a44%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330637521610213154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sfo6lT3yByI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xmqrVJ540mM/s320/463647614_a4b8bf6a44%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would go to the ditch in front of our house after a rain and we would see their piles of dirt around the hole to their house.  Mom would put some salt pork or a little raw bacon on a string with a little horseshoe nail for a weight and she would drop it into the hole just a little bit.  A crawfish just might slowly crawl to the top, grab the pork with their pinchers and then try to pull it back further into their hole, but then of course we would pull them out of the hole while they were still attached to the string.  I would usually scream and mom would tell me to be quiet and put the crayfish in the big bucket we had brought with us.  I might try to do it, but I couldn’t ever grab them though because I was terrified the pinchers would grab me.  So in the end it was always Mom who put them in the bucket.  We could do this for a long time and she would delight in how they scared me, but would still try to touch me with one.  I remember once it rained and rained and the pasture flooded and King’s Creek overflowed.  We took a long walk with our bucket and caught tons of crawfish-well maybe not tons but it looked like it to a little girl.  Now you may wonder what we did with all these crawfish.  Did we cook’em and eat’em?  Are you kidding?  Now maybe my dad and mom had eaten them at some point, but we never did.  We kept them in the bucket with some water and mud for a while and then we released them and the little creatures with their beady eyes and scary pinchers would scurry happily away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***today i can still see my mama with her rolled up pants, sleeveless button down the front white shirt, and barefeet.  we're walking with our big bucket, hoping to catch some crawfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-1469925588189831782?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1469925588189831782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1469925588189831782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1469925588189831782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1469925588189831782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/04/crawfish-and-crawfishing.html' title='Crawfish and Crawfishing'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sf5VOH-eHJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cPQS7fnCcuQ/s72-c/jdk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3684698772984964532</id><published>2009-04-28T21:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:05:58.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust your Crazy Ideas</title><content type='html'>i'm a little, scratch that, a lot crazy sometimes.  I loved it though when my very dear friend, val, gave me this after I redecorated &lt;a href="http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2008/07/jordans-room-now-my-room.html"&gt;Jordan's room&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sfe4b-oRlJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hZz4PTkb5h8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sfe4b-oRlJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hZz4PTkb5h8/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329931474824172690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust your instincts!!  don't be afraid to try something new.  live each day to the fullest.  we don't know what tomorrow brings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/gracyndenbesten/journal"&gt;update on Gracyn&lt;/a&gt; :  She was scheduled to go home on Monday, but it is on hold for now until they get the results of a biopsy to make sure there is no evidence of rejection. Sunday nite she started having some irregular pulses that continued until around noon Monday, but Gracyn had an echocardiogram that looked good. I checked her &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/gracyndenbesten/journal"&gt;caring bridge site &lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday morn and the test showed mild inflammation which means she'll be receiving a new round of anti-rejection drugs.  They have been told this is normal for post transplant patients, but it was still so very sad for Gracyn when she was expecting to go home and sleep in her own bed for the first time in over 4 months.  Please pray for Gracyn and that the inflammation clears quickly and she grows stronger and stronger each day and is able to go home soon.  Gracyn-You continue to teach us life lessons.  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3684698772984964532?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3684698772984964532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3684698772984964532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3684698772984964532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3684698772984964532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/04/trust-your-crazy-ideas.html' title='Trust your Crazy Ideas'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/Sfe4b-oRlJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hZz4PTkb5h8/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2254713796167710897</id><published>2009-04-22T19:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:57:32.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jumping for Joy!</title><content type='html'>I think perhaps my dearest daughter can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel.  The reason being is shown above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does have 4 more nights of clinicals from 7 to 7, but it's actually probably 6:45 to 7:30.  She had clinicals last night and she's hoping to complete 3 more by working Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  WHEW!!  Her last day of class is April 30th which is also her 22nd birthday and she has 2 finals that day.  She has more hours of observation and a follow-up report to complete in May for a scholarship she has received.  Her pinning ceremony is May 15th and GRADUATION---YES----GRADUATION is Saturday, May 16th and I don't think it can get here soon enough to give my baby girl some relief.  She has worked really hard all four years in both in her studies and her jobs.  She worked as a teacher's aide in summer school, a lifeguard here and in Lubbock, and she has worked at Covenant on the pediatrics floor since July of 2008.  She also got the job she wanted at Children's Medical.  She will work on the hematology/oncology floor.  I'm proud of you sweetie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-2254713796167710897?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2254713796167710897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=2254713796167710897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2254713796167710897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2254713796167710897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/04/jumping-for-joy.html' title='Jumping for Joy!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2582247801919156270</id><published>2009-04-21T20:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:42:46.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it kind, true, and necessary?</title><content type='html'>I hadn’t intended to post again on Susan Boyle (or at least until she performed again), but after reading the question Janna posted at &lt;a href="http://siouxfalls.momslikeme.com/members/journalactions.aspx?g=504009&amp;m=4835083&amp;si=Comments&amp;pi=1 "&gt;Moms like me&lt;/a&gt; and the comments that followed, I had to respond.  Her question was “What does everyone think of Susan Boyle, the British singing sensation? Do you love her or hate her?…….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry but can we not be happy for Susan and her sudden fame.  I know she has gotten an enormous amount of news coverage from TV to internet to radio, but goodness gracious!!!  Just turn your TV and radio to different channels or turn them off,  and don’t read about her if you don’t want to.  I think she deserves every bit of attention she is getting and I‘m thrilled for her.  I am reminded once more of my sweet mama’s words, “if you can’t say something nice don’t say anything at all.”  I read some of the comments to my hubby and he summed it up pretty well by saying,  “Maybe these folks aren’t too happy with their own lives and they have to make negative comments about others”.  Let’s not react negatively when someone has  good fortune.  Be happy for them.  I choose to believe Susan will do well and I for one am looking forward to hearing her sing more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m drawn to a lesson I’ve taught my students many times.  I always ask my students to ask themselves three things if they were wondering whether to say something:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Is it kind?&lt;br /&gt;2.  Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;3.  Is it necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that are spoken or written can have a devastating effect on someone.  They can cut and tear into your very being.  I’m far from perfect and I probably let my unkind self out the most with my hubby (sorry baby--I do love you!!) and when my kids were home, they suffered the wrath of mom also and oh, how I love them!  I guess what I’m saying is let’s be fair-minded as much as possible. &lt;em&gt; Think….. Is it kind, necessary, true? &lt;/em&gt; If our words are going to hurt someone, must they be spoken or could they be spoken in a less hurtful way?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated topic:&lt;br /&gt;My husband reminded me he has three things he always tells me when I’m shopping:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do I need it?&lt;br /&gt;2.  Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;3.  Where am I going to put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason, I told my friends what my hubby said and they have never let me forget it.  They remind me every blasted time I want to buy something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-2582247801919156270?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2582247801919156270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=2582247801919156270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2582247801919156270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2582247801919156270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-kind-true-and-necessary.html' title='Is it kind, true, and necessary?'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-77148327568793474</id><published>2009-04-17T15:54:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:25:37.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gracyn denbesten'/><title type='text'>Update on Gracyn DenBesten</title><content type='html'>Gracyn is doing well. I check her &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/gracyndenbesten/journal"&gt;Caring Bridge &lt;/a&gt;page at least twice a&lt;br /&gt;day. This morning I read it and got teary eyed because last night Urban Meyer, coach of the Florida Gators, and Tim Tebow, quarterback came by to check on Gracyn. What a special action for these 2 men!! I didn't really know who they were but after I read that, I started to read about them and they are pretty amazing themselves. Don't think I'm living under a rock because I don't know about Meyer and Tebow. I'm just not a big football fan, unlike the rest of my family. I know most football fans would already know this, but &lt;a href="http://www.timtebowfans.org/tim-tebow-biography.php"&gt;Tebow won the Heisman&lt;/a&gt; in Dec. 2007, the first underclassman to ever win. They got to see the video of Gracyn singing at school and they asked her if she would come sing to the football team when she was feeling better. Gray hadn't really been a Gators' fan before, but her family thinks she may quickly become one. This video is Gray singing without music-probably at the hospital; I think you will enjoy it. (Scroll down to mute my playlist )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kL_fJx_Q6oU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kL_fJx_Q6oU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really need to hear her performing the entire song at school. Just&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.shinevision.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and it will take you to &lt;a href="http://www.shinevision.com/"&gt;shinevision&lt;/a&gt;. The video is on the top right. She wrote the song,"I love you more" and it's beautiful. Listen to the words. This little girl is wise beyond her years. God bless you, Gracyn. I am becoming really attached to you and I've never met you. You are touching the lives of so many people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-77148327568793474?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/gracyndenbesten/journal' title='Update on Gracyn DenBesten'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/77148327568793474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=77148327568793474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/77148327568793474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/77148327568793474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-gracyn-denbesten.html' title='Update on Gracyn DenBesten'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-580200023317445984</id><published>2009-04-15T17:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:26:54.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gracyn denbesten'/><title type='text'>Gracyn DenBesten's heart transplant</title><content type='html'>My dearest daughter got me started reading Gracyn's Caring Bridge journal on Easter weekend.  It is about a precious 9 year girl named Gracyn DenBesten who was diagnosed with viral myocarditis in Dec. 08.  She has been in the hospital since then and received the Berlin heart, an artificial heart that sustains her and allows her time to wait for a heart transplant.  Today they are rejoicing because she is receiving a heart transplant tonight--Wednesday, April 15th.  While they are rejoicing, they are asking for prayers for the family of the teenage boy that passed away and also for prayers for Gracyn and the surgeons and all those involved in the surgery.  You can check for updates on Gracyn &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/gracyndenbesten/journal"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and read some of the journal entries this precious girl has written.  She is a delightful girl!  Please say some prayers for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Update on April 16th---Gray's surgery went well. From her Caring Bridge site:  "Gray is doing great this morning. She is responding well and could possibly even come off the ventilator this afternoon. She really wants to get that breathing tube out of her throat. At one point she motioned as if wanting something so Robin held a dry erase board in front of her and Gracyn wrote down the word “chocolate”."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she can have lots of chocolate as soon as the doctors okay it.  Lots of love and prayers are surrounding this sweet girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-580200023317445984?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/580200023317445984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=580200023317445984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/580200023317445984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/580200023317445984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/04/gracyn-denbestens-heart-transplant.html' title='Gracyn DenBesten&apos;s heart transplant'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7781437824791216488</id><published>2009-04-14T16:26:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:30:10.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Have you heard of Susan Boyle?</title><content type='html'>If you haven't, then you should read on.  If you have, she's worth hearing again.  I received an email from our very good friend, Bill.  He doesn't send emails often and when he does, he isn't "linking" to another site, so I thought, "I better see what this is."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must admit when Susan walked out I was probably thinking what the majority of the audience and the judges were thinking, "Who is this woman?  What talent does she have?  I bet she's going to be like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIEIFw1GeTQ"&gt;Renaldo Lapuz&lt;/a&gt; and entertain by being a ridiculously funny singer."  What I heard was entirely different.  (&lt;em&gt;Scroll down to the bottom to mute my playlist&lt;/em&gt;.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2690687/susan_boyle_singer_britains_got_talent_2009.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2690687/susan_boyle_singer_britains_got_talent_2009/"&gt;Susan Boyle - Singer - Britains Got Talent 2009&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Click here for this week’s top video clips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear the whole song and the judges talking to her, please click here:   &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY "&gt;Susan Boyle sing, "I dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables&lt;/a&gt;.  When she started to sing, I got a big smile and I became more entranced and delighted as the voice of the angel continued.  The audience felt the same as I did and the judges were mesmerized as well.  I only got to listen once because I was off to school, but as soon as I got home, I started to listen to to her sing over and over.  At times, I got teary eyed because of her talent and listening to the words of the song,  I think they must tell some of her life story.  Watch the judge, Piers Morgan, when he is watching her sing.  He loves her and he is glowing with joy while watching her sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Lyrics(Thanks to NewHotdox) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream in time gone by &lt;br /&gt;When hope was high &lt;br /&gt;And life worth living &lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that love would never die &lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that God would be forgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was young and unafraid &lt;br /&gt;And dreams were made and used &lt;br /&gt;And wasted &lt;br /&gt;There was no ransom to be paid &lt;br /&gt;No song unsung &lt;br /&gt;No wine untasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tigers come at night &lt;br /&gt;With their voices soft as thunder &lt;br /&gt;As they tear your hope apart &lt;br /&gt;As they turn your dream to shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still &lt;br /&gt;I dream he'll come to me &lt;br /&gt;That we will live the years together &lt;br /&gt;But there are dreams that cannot be &lt;br /&gt;And there are storms &lt;br /&gt;We cannot weather... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my life would be &lt;br /&gt;So different form this hell I'm living &lt;br /&gt;so different now from what it seemed &lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed &lt;br /&gt;The dream I dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;After listening to her, I thought why are we so judgmental?  Why did we automatically assume she wouldn't have talent?  My momma always told me, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't judge a book by its cover&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beauty is only skin deep&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's what's inside that counts&lt;/span&gt;".  Thankfully, I was reminded of these lessons once more and I hope and pray I won't be so quick to cast judgment.  &lt;strong&gt;The right time to judge someone is NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;!  Let us not miss out on chances to know wonderful people because we are only looking at their cover.  Lest we not forget some of the beautiful people-actors and actresses, famous sports figures, and some of the awful and mean actions and words they have spoken.  Look within a person to know their true beauty and worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Boyle-You are a delight!  You make me smile, laugh, and cry!!  I wish you the very best.  Your dream is now my wish.  GOOD LUCK!!  I'm going to be watching for you and when you get your first CD published, I will be one of many to buy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-7781437824791216488?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/7781437824791216488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=7781437824791216488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7781437824791216488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7781437824791216488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle-reminds-us-of-valuable.html' title='Have you heard of Susan Boyle?'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8067609516085545955</id><published>2009-03-30T20:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:41:02.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>My first baby quilt and a new love--sock monkeys :)</title><content type='html'>I've been sewing some lately and it's been really fun.  A little known fact about me is I received the Betty Crocker Family Leadership Award in high school.  It was pretty shocking actually and I've never quite lived up to Betty's fame.  I mean I like to cook and try new recipes/foods, but I don't like the mess it makes and the cleanup that is required.  I do enjoy making things though.  The problem is I like to do lots of things, but I have become an expert in nothing.  I started a baby quilt this year and haven't spent much time on it, but I didn't stay on task for long periods of time so it took a while.  Here is my creation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdFwDSEMUOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZxBdhRmFy80/s1600-h/christmas+08+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdFwDSEMUOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZxBdhRmFy80/s320/christmas+08+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319155836592607458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdFwDZkbxnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/PtoyU2s0y2I/s1600-h/christmas+08+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdFwDZkbxnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/PtoyU2s0y2I/s320/christmas+08+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319155838606886514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdFta_uwCGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/it3OH2ld7Yc/s1600-h/christmas+08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdFta_uwCGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/it3OH2ld7Yc/s320/christmas+08+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319152945452812386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's far from perfect and I learned some tricks and strategies that I can utilize before making the next one, but it is a super soft cuddly flannel.  I know this is pretty goofy, but last night I wrapped the sock monkey in the blanket and took it to hubby and told him, "Here's your new grand monkey, don't you think he's cute?"  He continues to think I'm weird and wonders from time to time why he married me, but I do think he must love me and my crazy ways.  In case you are wondering, there are NO babies that I know that are arriving any time soon in my family.  It was just a quilting project that I could conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sock monkeys.  I never had one growing up, but I've been searching the internet for them and I've found some great sock monkey fabric that I want to make another quilt with.  If you see a sock monkey somewhere that doesn't cost an arm and a leg or something else with monkeys or sock monkeys, let me know.  My mom used to call me her little monkey cause I was always climbing trees and when I was little I sucked my thumb for an extended period of time--like past the age of three.  She tried and tried to get me to stop by taping my thumb with masking tape, putting that nasty don't suck your thumb stuff called "Thum" on it, but I just wouldn't stop.  Finally she found a picture of a really ugly monkey sucking his/her thumb and told me that it was me and she posted it above my bed.  Even though I was small, I remember thinking, "I'm not a monkey.  I don't want to look like that!!!"  So I stopped sucking my thumb almost overnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8067609516085545955?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8067609516085545955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8067609516085545955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8067609516085545955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8067609516085545955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-baby-quilt.html' title='My first baby quilt and a new love--sock monkeys :)'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdFwDSEMUOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZxBdhRmFy80/s72-c/christmas+08+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8218485291108977645</id><published>2009-03-29T21:53:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:01:43.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoying nature'/><title type='text'>Spring is here or is it???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdA2laNNImI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/z0c9Sw-jMz0/s1600-h/christmas+08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdA2laNNImI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/z0c9Sw-jMz0/s320/christmas+08+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318811176242324066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdA2nhY5W0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/JePVeWOINi0/s1600-h/christmas+08+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdA2nhY5W0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/JePVeWOINi0/s320/christmas+08+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318811212530146114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdA2nFUsVwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/eqz_l4zf85w/s1600-h/christmas+08+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdA2nFUsVwI/AAAAAAAAAYo/eqz_l4zf85w/s320/christmas+08+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318811204996323074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Spring!! &lt;br /&gt;I love the warmth that only the sun can bring,&lt;br /&gt;I love flowers starting to bloom and watching &lt;br /&gt;the many rosebuds developing on my rose bushes.&lt;br /&gt;We must enjoy the beauty while it's here cause too quickly it slips away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted this bradford pear tree &lt;br /&gt;and love its blossoms and burst of life in the spring&lt;br /&gt;but you see it doesn't keep these blooms for long.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the blooms last a couple of weeks at the most, but it still has &lt;br /&gt;beauty and majesty without blossoms, or even leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8218485291108977645?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8218485291108977645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8218485291108977645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8218485291108977645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8218485291108977645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-is-here-or-is-it.html' title='Spring is here or is it???'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SdA2laNNImI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/z0c9Sw-jMz0/s72-c/christmas+08+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6994872253496719314</id><published>2009-03-07T20:04:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:59:38.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>CEDAR HILL'S LONGHORN BASKETBALL TEAM is HEADED to the STATE TOURNAMENT!!!</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon was simply the best.  Cedar Hill was playing in the regional basketball tournament finals against Duncanville.  One of my very best friends happens to be the wife of the Coach of the Cedar Hill Longhorns and mother of one of the starting players, &lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/spt/highschools/leaderboard/v3/cedarhill/stories/022109dnspohsbkbcedarhill.42950c5.html"&gt;Tanner&lt;/a&gt;, who also happens to be a very special former student of mine.  WOW, what a game!!!  It was not looking so good for Cedar Hill.  At the half we were down 34-20.  In literally the final seconds of the  game, &lt;a href="http://www.hsgametime.com/dfw/sharedcontent/dws/content/topstories/stories/030809dnspohs5Aregion1.3364a41.html"&gt;Tayler Jacobs shoots and it’s in ----and Cedar Hill wins 60-59. &lt;/a&gt; I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed  a high school game like this.  It got even better though when Tanner came to hug his mom, Val.  That’s a special young man that comes over and shares his victory with his mom and fans.  Tayler also comes over and gives his mom a big hug.  Tayler's dad is smiling ear to ear and is clearly so very proud of his son and rightfully so.  Later Coach Milson comes and embraces his teary eyed love of his life.  Gosh!!  It was so touching--brought tears to my eyes and I also saw some tears in the eyes of my VERY dear friend, Robin.  I’m  thankful  these folks are a part of my life.  They are all wonderful people and I can’t forget the other member of their family, Rylea, also a former student of mine and a special young lady who somehow was able to get on the court at the end of the game, hug her dad and brother and then take lots of pictures.  The team got to cut the net off the goal and there was cheering and clapping, but it was quite a moment with Coach Milson made the final cut and held the net above his head, smiled and acknowledged the fans and his team.  This was a moment and a game I won't forget.  I’ve known Coach for 12 years since his wife and I started our jobs the same year in MISD,  but as Val would say----she was hired before me!!!  Coach Milson is an amazing person.  He is a &lt;strong&gt;GREAT &lt;/strong&gt;Coach, but a better person.  A little known fact about him is he’s a magician and storyteller.  &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO THE STATE BOUND CEDAR HILL LONGHORNS!!!!  BEST OF LUCK!!!  You are a great team to follow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6994872253496719314?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6994872253496719314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6994872253496719314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6994872253496719314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6994872253496719314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/03/state-bound-cedar-hill-longhorns.html' title='CEDAR HILL&apos;S LONGHORN BASKETBALL TEAM is HEADED to the STATE TOURNAMENT!!!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2825989819766026723</id><published>2009-02-28T21:31:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:25:04.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alzheimer&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>ALZHEIMER'S and LOSING SOMEONE YOU LOVE</title><content type='html'>Alzheimer's disease destroys lives--the lives of those you love.  It robs people of their loved ones long before it should.  For me, it took my beloved mom in Oct. of 2007, but in reality she was gone long before she left this world physically.  Visiting my mom in the special care unit for 5+ years and missing her even though she was right there with me was a struggle.   It was as if we switched rolls I was now her mother and she was my baby.  Even though she failed to recognize me, she always had a smile for me.  Her smiles were love unspoken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts about Alzheimer's Disease&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many as 5 million people in the United States are living with Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 71 seconds, someone develops Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 million baby boomers will develop Alzheimer's in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% Alzheimer's disease is always fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2008 Update: Alzheimer's disease now sixth-leading cause of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the &lt;a href="http://www.alz.org/alzheimers_disease_10_signs_of_alzheimers.asp"&gt;signs of Alzheimer's&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, the Alzheimer's Association started a campaign and set a goal to have 5 million people take action and join the cause.  They are over 3 million short of this.  Please &lt;a href="http://www.actionalz.org/"&gt;sign up &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-2825989819766026723?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2825989819766026723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=2825989819766026723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2825989819766026723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2825989819766026723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/02/alzheimers.html' title='ALZHEIMER&apos;S and LOSING SOMEONE YOU LOVE'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6320163494897610212</id><published>2009-02-25T20:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:19:58.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>LOSING WEIGHT is the PITS!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so bummed out.  I lost ½ pounds two weeks ago and this week I lost 0 pounds.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YES!!! A BIG FAT ZERO POUNDS!!&lt;/span&gt;  This depresses me.  I have to do something.  Now I did eat out 2 times, but took a  doggy bag home from one meal and had it the next day for lunch.  I tried to adjust my other meals to be smaller.  I guess I should be happy that I didn’t gain weight.  I’m thinking about whether I should do Weight Watchers or South Beach.  I lost a significant amount of weight on South Beach several years ago, but gained it back after about 2 years.  If I do South Beach the 1st week will be from the place that's opposite of heaven.  I want to do something that I can continue to do so I will maintain my weight loss.  Being a vegetarian could make South Beach more difficult, but it can be done.  I have been exercising some, but definitely not enough.  I want to stay on track, but my negativity says I can’t do this.  I feel like I’ve been trying to no avail.  My positive thoughts are it’s important and vital to your health and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll go eat some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose weight and have my pants be too big and not have a muffin top.  I'm having a pity party.  Do you want to come?  I'll invite you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to hubby:  We are not getting popcorn if we go to a movie.  Do you know how many calories it has????  Maybe I'll take some cardboard and eat that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6320163494897610212?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6320163494897610212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6320163494897610212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6320163494897610212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6320163494897610212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/02/losing-weight-is-pits.html' title='LOSING WEIGHT is the PITS!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-4350708770235421866</id><published>2009-02-15T19:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:20:30.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alzheimer&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>NANA'S TEACAKES</title><content type='html'>I've thought of my mom a great deal this weekend.  Today was her birthday.  My mom was known for her cooking.  One of the special recipes she made was her teacakes.  She used to make them and serve them warm from the oven.  Sometimes she would add a little pat of butter on each one.  They were so delicious.  My kids did something very special, so special that it makes me cry to think of it.  They made dozens and dozens of &lt;strong&gt;Nana's Teacakes&lt;/strong&gt; for her memorial service.  I was even able to help them bake some and that made us feel closer in our time of grief.  I never really told them how much their actions touched me, but it is something I will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom's recipe in her handwriting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SZi6vtMm65I/AAAAAAAAAYA/LXgd8wXw0pI/s1600-h/scan00481.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SZi6vtMm65I/AAAAAAAAAYA/LXgd8wXw0pI/s320/scan00481.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SZi6vus4K9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/KJlHCRDuocU/s1600-h/scan0076.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SZi6vus4K9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/KJlHCRDuocU/s320/scan0076.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/109880075323281156-4350708770235421866?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/4350708770235421866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=4350708770235421866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4350708770235421866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4350708770235421866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/02/nanas-teacakes.html' title='NANA&apos;S TEACAKES'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SZi6vtMm65I/AAAAAAAAAYA/LXgd8wXw0pI/s72-c/scan00481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3941818995427296899</id><published>2009-02-14T09:28:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:21:18.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>five little words--THANK YOU &amp; I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>As I sit on this valentine's morn, just reading blogs and enjoying the quietness of home, I linked to the most amazing story from the Boston Globe called "&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/articles/2009/02/12/40_years_worth_of_thanks/?s_campaign=yahoo"&gt;Forty Years' Worth of Thanks&lt;/a&gt;".  I hope it touches you like it did me.  Please read the story also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.  You know today doesn't have to be about gifts or candy. It can be about being with people you love and if you can't be with them, call and  tell them you love them.  So often folks are afraid to say these words--&lt;strong&gt;I love you &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;.  Don't ever forget the power of words and how they can make you feel.  They can build you up, but they can also tear you to pieces.  To my hubby, my 3 kids--jordan, sarah, and kristeen--I love you more than words can say.  You make me smile, laugh, and cry happy tears.  Hubby, I cannot believe we have been married almost 30 years.  Where has the time gone?  We aren't old enough to be married that long.  My kids, now all grown up and out on their own or almost there.  Sarah--only 3 short months until you graduate.  I'm proud of you all.  My friends-I love you.  Thank you for being there for the good times, but more importantly for the sad ones. You helped me so much during the years I struggled with my mom's Alzheimer's and then when my dear sweet mama passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a beautiful day and spend time with someone you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3941818995427296899?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3941818995427296899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3941818995427296899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3941818995427296899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3941818995427296899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-little-words-thank-you-and-i-love.html' title='five little words--THANK YOU &amp; I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7065974653085189874</id><published>2009-02-13T17:26:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:04:13.770-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math tips'/><title type='text'>a school year, math,  and multiplication</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe how quickly a school year passes.   You think all is going good, but then Christmas comes and goes and suddenly it’s Feb. 13th and you have 15 weeks of school left and only about 45 school days until the Math TAKS test for 3rd and    4th graders, which is on April 28th.  I am usually not a worrier, but how shall I say it?  This test makes me quite anxious and in fact PANIC at times.  After all, I teach math in small groups and also do inclusion.  I want all students to do well, but especially MY students.  They are the students who struggle with math concepts, particularly when it comes to problem solving.  I wish I had a magic potion that would enable them to understand the problems they struggle with, but I don’t.  So when I pull a small group, I do my very best to teach everything I possibly can in less than 30 minutes while trying to make them feel good and more confident about their problem solving abilities in math.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a fun way to practice and master multiplcation facts, go to &lt;a href="http://www.bigbrainz.com"&gt;big brainz&lt;/a&gt; for a &lt;strong&gt;free basic&lt;/strong&gt; version of timez attack.  It is in video game format which your child should love.  From a teacher's point of view, it will greatly benefit your child if they can memorize their facts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***FYI about the game:  We teach multiplication like this 3 x 4 = 12 which equals 3 groups of 4.  This game for some reason currently shows this as 4 groups of 3, but multiplcation has a commutative property (3 x 4 = 4 x 3) and it shouldn't cause a problem.  I just didn't want any confusion for you or your child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another website I just found that looked great is from &lt;a href="http://www.mathcats.com/grownupcats/ideabankmultiplication.html"&gt;mathcats&lt;/a&gt;.  This website has a plethora of information on multiplication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***note to friends and family--i realize some of my posts are really random.  i just write what comes to my wandering mind.  maybe this post will give someone info they can use or past on to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a63304e4455354d413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play musings........." src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a63304e4455354d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-7065974653085189874?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/7065974653085189874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=7065974653085189874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7065974653085189874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7065974653085189874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-and-math.html' title='a school year, math,  and multiplication'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7952406183508683801</id><published>2009-02-08T18:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:18:41.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Diet and Exercise</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me how is it going with the diet and exercise.  First, let me say this is hard to do, VERY HARD to do, but I'm committed and I'm making progress.  It just isn't happening so quickly.  I have lost a total of 6 pounds.  Now I have shown my commitment at school also and joined our weight loss club which means I have a little paper shoe posted on the bullentin board and each week I lose weight my little shoe moves forward. I am happy to report my shoe did move forward!!  Hip hip hurrah!!  Our weigh in is on Thursday.  I like my weigh in at home much better for 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;      1.  It's anonymous even though the only person that is supposed to know your weight at school is our nurse. &lt;br /&gt;    2.  I weigh less on my Wii fit because it deducts 2 pounds for my clothing.  This doesn't happen at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise is coming along, but it is oh so hard to exercise by yourself.  There's no one making me do it.  I have walked, done floor exercises, and my wii fit, but I must admit I'm not doing it as consistently as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yummy indulgence last weekend was very simple and I just made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple and Peanut Butter Pizza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spread 1 whole grain tortilla with peanut butter (not TOO much!)&lt;br /&gt;*Put heated cinnamon apple slices on top.  I made these with peeled Gala apple slices with a little Promise margarine, brown sugar, and cinnamon.  You could substitute freshly chopped apple.           &lt;br /&gt;*Sprinkle a few chopped walnuts on top.&lt;br /&gt;Place in skillet sprayed with Pam and heat until tortilla is lightly crisp on the bottom.  Slice with a pizza cutter into quarters.  This was very yummy and satisfied my yearning for something sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been good, really low key, but I got lots of work done.  I cleaned out the closet in J's room, sewed and FINISHED several projects, worked in the yard and got several cuts and scrapes and a big ugly splinter that hurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-7952406183508683801?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/7952406183508683801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=7952406183508683801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7952406183508683801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7952406183508683801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/02/diet-and-exercise.html' title='Diet and Exercise'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3212306769020621019</id><published>2009-02-01T20:13:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:05:08.661-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>And I'm not going to watch it.  Sorry kids and hubby, but it just doesn’t interest me.  I do like football and I know it's the biggest game of the year; I just want to do something else.  Now I might watch halftime and the puppy bowl some, but other than that I can leave it alone.  I didn’t mind getting ready and straightening up the house some and cooking a little.  I made &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Tamras-Lemon-Artichoke-Pesto/Detail.aspx"&gt;Tamras Lemon Artichoke Pesto&lt;/a&gt;.  (***I didn't used frozen artichokes though.  I had gotten a large jar of them from Costco. They had been packed in some oil so I probably only added 1/4 cup of olive oil.)  Yum Yum!!  It's good on pasta or crackers or bread.  One of our friends is here to watch the game with hubby.  So hopefully they will enjoy the game while I enjoy myself hanging out in J’s room with my computer, TV, my sewing machine, and several DVDs.   Right now while I’m trying to get a little blogging done, I’m listening to Smarter than a 5th grader.  I think I need to get on that show.  It would be nice to win some money.  So far all the questions have been incredibly easy, but I’ll let you know if it gets harder.  One question was does every sentence have to have an adjective?  Another was how to you spell the word misspell?  Now if they ask who is playing in the Super Bowl, I would have to say one team is Arizona, and I don’t know the other team.   I know President Obama is for the other team, but I’m drawing a blank as to who it is.  For some reason I’m thinking the Steelers, but I’ll have to check on that.  Hey I’m right!!  That is amazing!  So the President is a Steelers fan.  Now I’m showing my lack of intelligence on Smarter than a 5th Grader cause I didn’t know a 4th grade question about What state borders the body of  water Puget Sound?  The contestant, “Hoot” Gibson, knew it, but I’m thinking he doesn‘t live in the south!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was Washington.  &lt;br /&gt;Now 5th grade Science question:  What do you combine with carbon to make steel?    Hmmmmmmm don’t know that either.  Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s iron!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th grade health $175,000 question:  The human body has how many spleens?   Well, I’m thinking just one.  Our buddy that is here had his spleen removed over 21 years ago.  I remember that because my daughter was just a month or so old when he called to tell us that he was going to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd grade art 300,000 question:  What is the name of the artist that painted this picture (Mona Lisa) in 1506?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th grade World History  500,000 question:  Morse code was named for the man who developing in the 1830s.  What was his first name?  I thought John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000,000 question:  Now the contestant had the choice after he saw the category whether he would take it.  He wanted Science or Math.  It was a math question so he went for it.  How many common factors do 28 and 32 have?  After a little factoring in my mind, I said three, but Hoot said two, which would be 2 and 4 and so I thought maybe you don’t count 1.  Who was right?????  He was going to donate all his money--- $500,000 to the astronaut scholarship program which was a very admirable thing to do.  But unfortunately for him, he was wrong so he went from 500,000 to $25,000.  I had this one!!!  There are 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have done pretty good on the show, but I would have used some of the life lines or whatever they are called.  Hubby might have thought I was stupid though, but that’s ok.  I am what I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3212306769020621019?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3212306769020621019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3212306769020621019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3212306769020621019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3212306769020621019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-4099254956905719064</id><published>2009-01-28T20:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:46:47.003-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>happenings on my bad weather day</title><content type='html'>It’s been a good day.  I’ve been rather lazy, but loving every minute of it.  I changed from pj’s to sweats in the afternoon.  Yesterday was my neighbor’s memorial service.  It was tough.  Both his daughters talked and his granddaughter had written a letter to her papa that her aunt read with her holding the letter---that was the saddest part.  I had the hardest time writing his daughters a little note because my mind and heart were being flooded with memories.  Simple little things like talking over the fence to each other about our kids, his grandkids, and our dogs.  I remember once we called him from Sweetwater and asked him to go check to make sure we had turned off the water to the pool.  I remember how much he loved his doggies.  One dog had died of cancer and when he had found out she was sick, he came over and talked to me about it and he had gotten tears in his eyes talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I was pretty tired and fell asleep watching What Happens in Vegas.  Sometime after 9:00, I found out we weren’t having school.  I had mixed feelings about it.  I know, I know, that is crazy, but all I was thinking was missing a day off later when we have to use one of our bad weather days.  I had hoped for just a 2 hour delay, but I’ve enjoyed my day.  The ice didn’t melt in time for us to have a late start anyway.  Hubby was here until after lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl graduates in 3 months and 18 days!!!  That is hard to believe.  Now I must come to the realization that holidays will be totally different because she could be working on some holidays and j and k will be alternating Christmas and Thanksgiving at our house and k’s parents’ house.  Hopefully, the kids can get on the same schedule for the holidays.  I tend to worry early and over analyze certain situations---like Thanksgiving and Christmas.  This year J &amp; K &amp; S  will hopefully be here for Thanksgiving.  I naturally would prefer Christmas, but  J &amp; K were here this past Christmas.  Sooooo it’s K’s parents turn.  I’m already thinking, “No one will be here on Christmas Day”  My baby girl will be working.  Hopefully, our friend B will still come over or else I shall be in utter despair.  I’m thinking a few days after Dec. 25th, hubby, daughter, and I will drive to  J &amp; K’s house  and we will celebrate Christmas then.  It just makes me sad to think of family traditions changing and my kids getting even older and starting traditions of their own.  So in December Hubby, don’t let me get too sad and if I get too touchy, grouchy, or unbelievably hard to live with, just wrap your arms around me and tell me you love me and that everything will be fine.  To my friends--early warning---I’m anticipating sadness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done better at the last couple of  movies I’ve been to.  The 1st movie with no flowing tears was Bridewars, and then Last Chance Harvey.  They were both enjoyable and I would recommend them.  Hubby did not see Bridewars--it was a girls’ outing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very sad movie I did see though was Slumdog Millioniare.  This movie is nominated for several academy awards, rightfully so, I might add.  It’s set in India and is about 2 orphan brothers.  This movie is hard to watch, but has a story that needs to be told.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I check &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;Kelly's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Harper has been making progress every day, but today was a very special day for them.  They got to hold her and feed her for the first time.  It was so touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-4099254956905719064?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/4099254956905719064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=4099254956905719064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4099254956905719064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4099254956905719064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/happenings-on-my-bad-weather-day.html' title='happenings on my bad weather day'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5804716653238216311</id><published>2009-01-22T20:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:11:16.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CANCER'/><title type='text'>CANCER=pain, suffering, &amp; sadness</title><content type='html'>i was thinking alot this week about my next door neighbor, but a thought doesn't help anyone unless it becomes an action.  i hadn't seen or talked to him since Christmas Eve.  i didn't want to just pop in and i didn't know whether to call or send a card and i hadn't done either.  He was diagnosed with cancer last April and had been undergoing chemotherapy.  He was still optimistic, and hoping to beat it, but he was weak from his last round of chemo.  i had a bad feeling when i drove up this afternoon after school and there were a couple of cars in his driveway.  i was walking to the mailbox when his daughter called my name and i knew he had passed away.  i immediately teared up and we both tried to talk through our tears.  CANCER I HATE YOU!!  I know advances have been made in your treatment, but why can't we find a cure--an END to you.  You have taken the lives of too many people that I cared about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-5804716653238216311?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5804716653238216311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5804716653238216311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5804716653238216311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5804716653238216311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/cancerpain-suffering-sadness.html' title='CANCER=pain, suffering, &amp; sadness'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7713021939231165989</id><published>2009-01-21T17:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:49:28.601-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy living'/><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>NOTE TO SELF:&lt;br /&gt;You must earn your laptop and blogging time.  I know you love it and it’s so easy to sit and become one with it, but remember &lt;a href="http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/putting-it-out-there.html"&gt;putting it out there&lt;/a&gt;.  You MUST exercise. Now I know last night was a little different because of all the inauguration coverage, but NO MORE excuses.  If you exercise for at least 30 minutes, you can play on your laptop.  When you come home from school, you may have 5 minutes on the computer and that’s it until you finish your exercise.  I know I’m mean, but listen to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-7713021939231165989?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/7713021939231165989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=7713021939231165989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7713021939231165989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7713021939231165989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-1949558105911420093</id><published>2009-01-20T19:38:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:13:09.257-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Cooking and Dancing (not at the same time)</title><content type='html'>Two of my favorite websites for cooking are &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com"&gt;allrecipes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com"&gt;food network&lt;/a&gt;.  On both of these sites you can create your own recipe box and save their recipes and add your own personal/family recipes.  If you have ever had your computer crash and lost recipes that you had been collecting, you will appreciate the greatness of making a recipe box on these websites.  You could even create a family recipe box by sharing your log in info and password.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching cooking shows.  That's where I found &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/garlic-hasselback-potatoes-with-herbed-sour-cream-recipe/index.html"&gt;garlic hasselback potatoes with herbed sour cream&lt;/a&gt;.  They are very easy to make and yummy(minus the parsley in the sour cream but add cilantro).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SXaBuPU0_lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/W10vQ7eD3Gc/s1600-h/RE0102_Garlic-Hasselback-Potatoes-with-herbed-sour-cream_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SXaBuPU0_lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/W10vQ7eD3Gc/s320/RE0102_Garlic-Hasselback-Potatoes-with-herbed-sour-cream_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293561043408453202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try these two recipes I saw Paula Deen make: &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/apple-fried-pies-recipe/index.html"&gt;apple fried pies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SXaBKQXbFzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zBg0sfgb-uM/s1600-h/pa1a17_apple_pies_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SXaBKQXbFzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zBg0sfgb-uM/s320/pa1a17_apple_pies_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293560425212483378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/carolyns-gelatin-cheesecake-recipe/index.html"&gt;strawberry gelatin cheesecake&lt;/a&gt;  I made this on Sunday, Jan. 25--not so great--will not make again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SXaEXRrHuAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/sL_-gA4jZWI/s1600-h/pa0904_cheesecake2_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SXaEXRrHuAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/sL_-gA4jZWI/s320/pa0904_cheesecake2_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293563947436718082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold off making the fried pies for a while cause they aren't exactly low calorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight hubby and I are watching inauguration coverage and we saw President Obama and Michelle dancing for the lst time at the Neighborhood Ball and I think my hubby slow danced better at our son's wedding than he did.  Too bad our bodies don't compare to theirs though.  I don't think my body ever looked like Michelle's---now if you put me on the ancient torture machine--the rack--for a couple of months and then rolled over me a few times with a steam roller that might help.  Great song though and I loved Michelle's dress.  It is very evident he loves his wife.  We watched him dance at a couple more balls and my hubby said, "I wonder if he has to dance at all the balls, he'll probably be gripey."  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will remember I was blogging on this history making day while watching it all. Hubby, do you remember we saw Stevie Wonder in concert and were sitting on the 2nd row? (not a totally random comment--Stevie did perform several songs at the ball!!!) It was greatness.  Oh, I bet you don't exactly remember that, but do remember that I made you leave after the 1st or 2nd encore and Stevie ended up singing quite a few more songs.  I'm thinking we had to get home to the kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biden just said the reason he's talking so much is because he sure can't dance.  Then he goes on to say he may not can dance, but he sure does like holding her.  OH!!  He has captured my heart with that loving comment.  MEN SHOULD NOT BE SO NEGATIVE ABOUT DANCING.  DON'T THEY KNOW IT'S NOT WHETHER THEY CAN DANCE OR NOT.  IT'S ALL ABOUT THEM BEING WILLING TO DO SOMETHING THEIR WOMAN ENJOYS &amp; BE CLOSE TO HER IN PUBLIC WHILE LISTENING TO GREAT SONGS THAT MAKE WONDERFUL MEMORIES.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hubby-If you're reading this, do you remember how much fun you had dancing at the wedding?  You ENJOYED yourself.  It was a wonderful evening.  Can't we do it again?  I think you dance better than the President!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Baby Harper is doing better, but continues to need your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-1949558105911420093?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1949558105911420093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=1949558105911420093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1949558105911420093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/1949558105911420093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/cooking.html' title='Cooking and Dancing (not at the same time)'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SXaBuPU0_lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/W10vQ7eD3Gc/s72-c/RE0102_Garlic-Hasselback-Potatoes-with-herbed-sour-cream_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-5453908002085398435</id><published>2009-01-18T17:50:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:19:40.214-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>Reasons to blog...</title><content type='html'>I can't remember the exact reason I &lt;a href="http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-beginning.html"&gt;started&lt;/a&gt; this blogging business.  Now I guess you could say I have a blogging addiction.  I'm connected to people I know and people I don't know personally, but wish I did.  Some bloggers are so creative, some have wonderful photography skills, many are new moms, some are grandmoms, and some give me tips on how to save money, but regardless of who they are, I feel a certain connection to them.  It's wonderful to have friends/acquaintances that you just met through blogging, but feel like you have known a lifetime.  Today I ask you to pray for a new blogging friend, &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com"&gt;Kelly and her new baby, Harper&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me and my blogging, it's just a place for me to write down my thoughts--whether they be happy, sad, or even ridiculous.  Maybe I write for my grown-up kids and my hubby so they can know what their crazy mom/wifey, who happens to love them immeasurably, is thinking and doing and maybe I can write more about my mom and their nana so they don't forget her and they can remember her before Alzheimer's took her away from us.  Now I must go, cause those crazy crocodile tears are rolling once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-5453908002085398435?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/5453908002085398435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=5453908002085398435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5453908002085398435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/5453908002085398435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/reasons-to-blog.html' title='Reasons to blog...'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2425333579360006308</id><published>2009-01-14T21:20:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:49:41.634-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>An Amazing and Inspiring Man</title><content type='html'>My principal sent our staff a link to this video today and asked us to take about 5 minutes and watch it.  This is about &lt;a href="http://www.4marks.com/videos/details.html?video_id=723"&gt;Nick Vujicic&lt;/a&gt; and he's 25 years old. He was born without arms or legs and given no medical reason for this condition.  I did my best to download the video here, but something is wrong with the code so just click on his name and you can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I felt some guilt after watching this; after all I am guilty of complaining.  My level of complaining varies depending on what's going on with me, my family, job, etc.  My poor hubby probably suffers the blunt of this and that's not fair to him.  When my kids were younger and at home they got to share in the wrath of mom.  I know I do need to vent and let off steam from time to time, but I don't need to take out my frustration on others.  Does complaining accomplish anything or does it bring me more unhappiness, dissatisfaction, and self pity?  I'm thinking I don't really need any more of those......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-2425333579360006308?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2425333579360006308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=2425333579360006308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2425333579360006308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/2425333579360006308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-and-inspiring-man.html' title='An Amazing and Inspiring Man'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3715559508795354062</id><published>2009-01-11T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:20:54.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>It’s been a good weekend although there were a few moments that almost got me really depressed.  First, I went to the movie, &lt;strong&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/strong&gt;, and Clint Eastwood was an amazingly good ole codger.   The movie was good, but it was filled with offensive racial slurs, but I guess that's what this movie is about.  Clint played Walt Kowalski, an angry Korean War vet.  This movie evolves around his personal struggles and the struggles of his Hmong neighbors.  It has its flaws, but overall I would say it’s worth seeing.  Kleenex warning though which happens to be like the 4th movie in a row where I cried.  The first was &lt;strong&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/strong&gt;, 2nd &lt;strong&gt;Revolutionary Road &lt;/strong&gt;(which I don’t recommend at all--it's a real downer!!), and 3rd &lt;strong&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/strong&gt;.  Biggest tears were at &lt;strong&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/strong&gt; (which included some sobbing) and then &lt;strong&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet baby girl, who is 4 months away from nursing school graduation, had an extremely tough day at work yesterday.  One of the pediatric patients on her floor passed away.  I can’t imagine being as strong as she is going to be in her job considering that while typing this I’m getting tears in my eyes.  She will be an excellent nurse though and I’m crossing my fingers that she gets a job at Children’s Medical Center or Cook’s Children’s Hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been eating better this week and I am feeling better.  I’ve been loving the taste and texture of all the crunchy vegetables I’ve been eating.  The food stand-outs for this week would be my newly discovered love for couscous (with lots of crunchy carrots, broccoli, red peppers, and a little finely chopped onion, lime juice and seasonings), whole grain tortilla roll-ups with cream cheese spread and finely chopped fresh vegetables, and spinach artichoke dip.  I also had my 1st attempt at cooking with tofu.  I did a stir-fry and it was pretty good.  I liked that it was spicy and the veggies were crunchy.  Hubby liked it and I really appreciate his support of my vegetarian lifestyle.  I did make his favorite meatballs today in the crock pot.  They are so easy to make.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy Juicy Meatballs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of meatballs from Costco&lt;br /&gt;1 32 oz jar grape jelly&lt;br /&gt;2 jars of Heinz chili sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine grape jelly with 1 bottle of the chili sauce and warm in microwave to semi melt the jelly.  Fill crock pot with meatballs and pour jelly mixture and other jar of chili sauce.  Stir and cook on high for 3 hours and then reduce heat to low and cook for 4 more hours.  It’s actually ready before then, but it gets better when it cooks all day.  The big bag of meatballs doesn’t all fit in my crock pot so I keep some in the freezer.  If you want them to cook faster, thaw the day before in your refrigerator.  The meatballs are a family favorite especially at Christmas.  They make the best sauce that it wonderful to dip bread into.  Mmmmm!  Almost makes me rethink being a vegetarian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3715559508795354062?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3715559508795354062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3715559508795354062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3715559508795354062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3715559508795354062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap-up'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-6643259068523941414</id><published>2009-01-07T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:45:47.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><title type='text'>I'm putting it out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Losing weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm trying to make myself accountable by recording this where other people see it.  I have the fear of failure and risk the humiliation I may suffer, but I've got to do this in hopes it will make a difference.  I'm overweight and really should lose weight to be in better health.   As many of you know my mom had Alzheimer's and one of the ways to prevent it by keeping your mind and body active.  At least I have part of it down.  My mind is kept pretty active between my teaching math at school and playing my Nintendo DS with Big Brain Academy, Brain Age 1 and 2, and Crosswords.  I completed the DS mind game--Professor Layton and the Curious Village.  They are all pretty fun games and they keep up with my progress whether it be improvement or regression.  I have a Wii Fit that I really like and I must admit I started out really strong and was doing it a couple of times a day, but then vacation came and I got off schedule.  It has been hit or miss since then.  Now when I get on it, it may say it has been over two weeks since your last test.  I can skip that and sometimes I do, but then I'm not being accountable for my actions.  It's so nice when it says you've lost 2 pounds, but then the next time it might say you've gained 3 pounds.  So I'm up a pound from before.  &lt;strong&gt;BLAH!!&lt;/strong&gt;  So today I resolve to eat better and not binge on sweets.  Let me just say I love sweets.  On the first day back to school, someone had placed some candy in the lounge and one of the treats was Godiva chocolate covered pretzels.  Let's just say they were pretty good and I had a couple------------a couple of times.  I have this issue with willpower when it comes to sweets and I can't eat them in moderation.  I'm working on this and I guess I'm either going to have to stop eating them altogether or give myself a specific portion and stick to it.  Any advice?  Comments?  Tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-6643259068523941414?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/6643259068523941414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=6643259068523941414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6643259068523941414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/6643259068523941414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2009/01/putting-it-out-there.html' title='I&apos;m putting it out there'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8238556449787018644</id><published>2008-12-14T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:53:39.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>FABULOUS FUDGE</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh!!  I have made 4 batches of fudge in 4 days.  I'm eating too much of it.  It's so good.  I hadn't really thought of fudge being one of my favorite Christmas candies, but this year it certainly is.  The first 2 batches were super fast and easy.  While shopping at Sam's Club, I picked up a Carnation fudge making kit.  It even came with little pans to pour the fudge in.  On Wednesday I made just regular chocolate fudge and took it to the 3rd and 4th grade teachers I work with.  Hubby and I managed to eat just a little of that batch not because we had self control but because it was gone.  Thursday I decided I would make the other batch but with half I would mix in peanut butter and then layer it over the chocolate.  YUM!!!  I took that to school also, but we got to eat more of it.  There was even some left on Friday evening.  Saturday, after an extensive and intensive shopping expedition to Wally World, I was all ready for totally homemade fudge.  I went to allrecipes.com and found these two recipes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/Recipe/Eagle-Brand-Peanut-Butter-Fudge/Detail.aspx"&gt;Eagle Brand Peanut Butter Fudge&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/Recipe/Aunt-Teens-Creamy-Chocolate-Fudge/Detail.aspx"&gt;Aunt Teen's Creamy Chocolate Fudge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I layered them, but had extra chocolate so we have a small pan of that.  I used crunchy peanut butter and didn't add nuts to the chocolate.  It is addictive.  I had some last night and several pieces/bits/nibbles this morning.  I think it must be okay cause I'm just eating a little each time.  &lt;strong&gt;That's self control&lt;/strong&gt;.  Maybe I can go on a fudge diet.  The only problem is my layers aren't stuck together.  I'm not sure why this happened, but it doesn't affect the taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8238556449787018644?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.allrecipes.com/Recipe/Aunt-Teens-Creamy-Chocolate-Fudge/Detail.aspx' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.allrecipes.com/Recipe/Eagle-Brand-Peanut-Butter-Fudge/Detail.aspx' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8238556449787018644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8238556449787018644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8238556449787018644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8238556449787018644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2008/12/fabulous-fudge.html' title='FABULOUS FUDGE'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-3076591361572850670</id><published>2008-12-13T07:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:20:46.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little girl's Christmas wish</title><content type='html'>I saw this video this morning and it brought tears to my eyes. This little girl is so sweet and just wants her daddy for Christmas. Be sure to scroll to bottom and turn down the music before you watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJ5tM66QSzU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJ5tM66QSzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-3076591361572850670?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3076591361572850670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=3076591361572850670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3076591361572850670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/3076591361572850670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-girls-christmas-wish.html' title='A little girl&apos;s Christmas wish'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8663466243401185741</id><published>2008-11-30T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:44:09.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Our trip to Baton Rouge</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday, Nov. 30 and I have to go back to work tomorrow after the holidays and it sort of bums me out.  We had a great holiday.  On Sat. Nov. 22nd, we got up early and left about 6:00 am.  YES, that's early, but I woke up and was ready to go.  Sooo, off we went.  We arrived at J &amp; K's house and got to see all the painting Kristeen had done in the house.  She did a wonderful job.  I love their house and the neighborhood they are in.  We went out to eat mexican food and it was pretty yummy.  My new vegetarian lifestyle does limit my food choices, but as I told my son.  I can always find something to eat, so don't worry about me.  That evening we were playing games.  We first played Scene It on the X-box 360 and it was really fun.  Kristeen was the big winner on both games.  Then I did something for the first time:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNFMSsSh5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ewwl4NXP-ao/s1600-h/rock+band+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNFMSsSh5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ewwl4NXP-ao/s320/rock+band+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635666059331474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun!!  Jordan played the bass guitar, Kristeen was on the drums, and I was the singer!!!  Hubby and Ellie were resting and sleeping and snoring.....At first I didn't know too many songs, but then we found quite a few that I did know and we played it for over 2 hours.  I had the greatest time!!!  I can't wait to do it again.  Now I'm looking for some good karaoke game for my Wii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to the Baton Rouge Zoo.  It was a beautiful day and wonderful being outside with the family.  After the zoo, we went to eat at Walk Ons which is right beside LSU.  Then J and hubby went to the LSU basketball game and K and I went back to the house and I made J a peanut butter pie for his birthday.  On the way home from the basketball game, we went to a drive through daiquiri store.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNFLvEoxAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PJnwjc3rt8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNFLvEoxAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PJnwjc3rt8Y/s320/IMG_0797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635656497775618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, it's was hard to believe but you can drive through and get your favorite flavor in a cup or by the gallon!!  As long as you don't put your straw into the cup, you have a closed container.  Monday, J had to work so we hung at the house and took Ellie for a long walk.  That afternoon we went to see Twilight.  I had almost finished the book and K said this would be a movie Jordan wouldn't want to see so we decided to go.  I enjoyed it; but didn't think it was as good as the book.  It was a good outing though and my eyes enjoyed the viewing pleasures provided by the actors!  That evening Jordan and Kristeen took us to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNFMHRFlRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iAay5NelltA/s1600-h/IMG_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNFMHRFlRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iAay5NelltA/s320/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635662992446738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? But---great, delicious, enjoyed tremendously, and want to go back!!  We had 2 cheese fondues followed by 2 flaming dessert fondues:  bananas foster and chocolate turtle. &lt;strong&gt; MMMH!  MMMH!  GOOD!!  &lt;/strong&gt;That's what &lt;strong&gt;MELTING POT &lt;/strong&gt;was.  &lt;em&gt;Take me back again!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing picture my husband took at Bluebonnet Swamp, our last stop before leaving Baton Rouge on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNJ9F9YVKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Sa1wNKOret4/s1600-h/IMG_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNJ9F9YVKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Sa1wNKOret4/s320/IMG_0832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274640902501455010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures later.  Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8663466243401185741?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8663466243401185741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8663466243401185741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8663466243401185741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8663466243401185741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-trip-to-baton-rouge.html' title='Our trip to Baton Rouge'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/STNFMSsSh5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Ewwl4NXP-ao/s72-c/rock+band+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-8416345767724927870</id><published>2008-11-19T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:02:45.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward, it's my turn.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SSSfCEcRv6I/AAAAAAAAATg/Yaq8SxLTI8Y/s1600-h/Payitforwardcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SSSfCEcRv6I/AAAAAAAAATg/Yaq8SxLTI8Y/s320/Payitforwardcard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270512321831223202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the first 3 people to post something on "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chenley.blogspot.com"&gt;Oh, BOY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".  I first started reading her blog because of her sweet sister.  Now I guess I'm a stalker (as my son so often tells me!)  Now since I'm receiving a surprise, I will now &lt;strong&gt;pay it forward&lt;/strong&gt;.  The purpose of "&lt;strong&gt;Pay it forward&lt;/strong&gt;" is to do an act of kindness without expecting anything in return (other than that the recipient will, in turn, pass the kindness along to someone else). I will send a small, fun gift to the first 3 people who post a comment on this entry. In turn, those three will post this information and pick 3 people they want to send something to...and the game continues on and on! The little something you send can be something you made, bought, were given or found...ANYTHING you want! Just a gift that will make the person's day! If you are interested in participating, be one of the first 3 people to leave a comment. You will have to promise that you will then post about this on your blog, link back to me, and then send something to the first three people who sign up to play through your blog. &lt;a href="http://chenley.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://chenley.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-8416345767724927870?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.chenley.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8416345767724927870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=8416345767724927870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8416345767724927870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/8416345767724927870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-it-forward-its-my-turn.html' title='Pay it forward, it&apos;s my turn.....'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SSSfCEcRv6I/AAAAAAAAATg/Yaq8SxLTI8Y/s72-c/Payitforwardcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7270074189387682783</id><published>2008-11-18T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:31:50.587-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The other woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPS'/><title type='text'>There's another woman!!  again!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yikes!!  He couldn't wait any longer.  It's only been about 5 weeks.  I think he was having separation anxiety.  I didn't even know it was coming either--at least not this soon.  Sooooo here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;My husband brought home a small box this evening and I was excited cause I love surprises, but low and behold, it was my rival--the girl in a box--a dreaded GPS.  I didn't even pick up the box and open it.  My husband said he thinks I have written enough about the GPS and people are going to think I'm affected. Read earlier post about "The Other Woman".  &lt;strong&gt;Have any of you had a problem with a GPS like me?  Please let me know&lt;/strong&gt;.  I feel silly being jealous of an electronic device, but that's the way it is.  My husband is wondering if I am going to start recording everything he says and write about it.  Well, you never know, you better watch out, sweetie pie!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Now he tells me this woman can even have an accent!!!  I'm doomed he will love the French or Italian woman more than me.  But then maybe we will have a man's accent to listen to.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SSNp5zIcK0I/AAAAAAAAATY/DmWshLAFpL0/s1600-h/garmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SSNp5zIcK0I/AAAAAAAAATY/DmWshLAFpL0/s320/garmin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270172430652681026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is our girl," says the hubby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-7270074189387682783?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/7270074189387682783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=7270074189387682783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7270074189387682783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/7270074189387682783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-another-woman-again.html' title='There&apos;s another woman!!  again!!!!'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SSNp5zIcK0I/AAAAAAAAATY/DmWshLAFpL0/s72-c/garmin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-2051906926919707017</id><published>2008-11-15T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:11:05.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoying nature'/><title type='text'>A Saturday Drive</title><content type='html'>last saturday, the hubby and i took a little drive to lake murray in oklahoma.  it was a very beautiful fall day. i enjoy weekend drives and we hadn't been on any in a while so it was a great getaway.  so often we don't take the time to just look around and see the beauty that surrounds us.  i think i could sit by a babbling brook and just listen to the quiet sounds of nature or maybe rustle through some leaves for a whole day.  sometimes the best things in life are pretty simple and don't cost us a thing........  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-78.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=2522015791345318264&amp;amp;site=widget-78.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=2522015791345318264&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p1/2522015791345318264/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SRuNARFcvpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rd21LMEoKXo/s320/100_1005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267959224865701522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109880075323281156-4466243070709409263?l=2dayisgood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/feeds/4466243070709409263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109880075323281156&amp;postID=4466243070709409263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4466243070709409263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109880075323281156/posts/default/4466243070709409263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dayisgood.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-love.html' title='frozen in time'/><author><name>2dayisgood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17809188932768745917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SH-_ohGaulI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xSkIQf7Dzj8/S220/100_0843.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SRuNARFcvpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rd21LMEoKXo/s72-c/100_1005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109880075323281156.post-7613030496390940644</id><published>2008-11-10T18:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:56:34.323-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of my mom'/><title type='text'>My sweet mama</title><content type='html'>Thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfJVRQm04Ws/SRjQ4J2czrI/AAAAAAAAATI/_vYZp2GLSEc/s1600-h/scan0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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