<?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-2813971788362069525</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:07:15.184-06:00</updated><category term='stress relief'/><category term='rule of three'/><category term='spices'/><category term='Gingerbread Baby'/><category term='winston'/><category term='death of spouse'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Nature vs. Man'/><category term='easter'/><category term='Fair'/><category term='Patriotism'/><category term='comfort food'/><category term='grandchildren'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='family'/><category term='pets'/><category term='BJ'/><category term='Spritualism'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='timing'/><category term='humor'/><category term='story'/><category term='weather'/><category term='homemade vanilla'/><category term='H1N1'/><category term='Harley'/><category term='Unicef'/><category term='Earthquake Relief'/><category term='Noah Biokman'/><category term='animal behavior'/><category term='October'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Sunny'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='chldhood memories'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='John Lennon'/><category term='photo'/><category term='Red Cross'/><category term='Homemade'/><category term='St. Patricks Day'/><category term='church'/><category term='Pumpkin'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='Nans Christmas Snowballs'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='paranormal'/><category term='cat'/><category term='Doctors Without Borders'/><category term='fat tuesday'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='Yule'/><category term='fathers day'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='self reflection'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Button'/><category term='The Woodmans garden'/><category term='change'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='winter'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='self evaluation'/><category term='Veteran Day'/><category term='spiritualism'/><category term='costumes'/><category term='Rainy days'/><category term='routine'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='child birthing'/><category term='Matthew Bellamy'/><category term='Soaring through the world in pictures'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Muse'/><category term='grillinig'/><category term='photography'/><category term='phases of the moon'/><category term='Optimism'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='madi gras'/><category term='music'/><category term='Human Spirit'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='chlldren'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='Dorothy Kadosh'/><category term='Giving'/><category term='The Picture As Janie Sees It'/><category term='Blue Moon'/><category term='Mother Moons Message'/><category term='Children'/><category term='frogs'/><category term='oklahoma'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='religion'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Naughty Naughty Pets'/><category term='Giveaway'/><category term='writing'/><category term='health'/><category term='full moon'/><title type='text'>Rantings Of A Crazed Woman</title><subtitle type='html'>A Continuous Adventure through the Life &amp;amp; Times of a 40 some year old Woman&amp;gt;  Reflecting on memories past, lessons 
learnt, and soap boxes yet to be tackeled. Peppered with such topics as:  Beliefs, Children, Recipes, Friends, Marriages,
Goals, Menopause, Travel &amp;amp; so much more.... Basically the Rantings  Of  A  Crazed Woman....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-4210354866881310546</id><published>2010-05-20T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:51:30.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oklahoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Just Another Spring Day In Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S_VMTI5GriI/AAAAAAAABHA/IEEjW0r-2M0/s1600/blanchard+5-19+%233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S_VMTI5GriI/AAAAAAAABHA/IEEjW0r-2M0/s400/blanchard+5-19+%233.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weather is something that is to be expected in Oklahoma. Whether it is the wind, the humidity, or the storms, we have a variety to deal with. In the Spring months, especially May, one knows to be aware that a Spring thunderstorm could pop up at an instant and easily turn into a tornado. Recently we have had serveral opportunities to be reminded of this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The week before a total of 34 tornados broke out in one day across the state. Last weekend a storm went through Oklahoma City, bringing with it baseball to softball size hail. If you have never experienced a severe hail storm it can be almost as devasting as a tornado. In the aftermath, birds could be found throughout yards wounded by the powerful force of the hail as it fell. Vinyl siding on homes was pulverized to nothing. Trees were stripped of their leaves. And a jogger who was caught out in the storm when it began was received severe injuries before he was able to seek cover. His back was covered in welts from the beating. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This last Wednesday, was another day when the state of Oklahoma was covered with the potential for big storms. At first I did not think much about it as being in such a place you tend to become complacent about it. Yet as the afternoon rolled around and the continuous storm updates were flashed across the tv, I began to become more aware of the potential. The first storm to spring up did so in a matter of minutes.&amp;nbsp; It was headed towards a town where Vincent's daughter lives, so I sent a text to tell her to be safe.&amp;nbsp; Soon after she calls me back telling me that she is not at home yet driving back from the city, going straight into the area where the storm is.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately the storms at this time were traveling slowly and she managed to arrive home safe before they reached her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Although I complain at times about the continuous coverage of the weather on tv, on this day I was grateful.&amp;nbsp; At this time most of the weather was well north of me.&amp;nbsp; Still I prepared for what may come.&amp;nbsp; And in true form I was not disappointed.&amp;nbsp; A storm quickly started up south west of us and started to grow.&amp;nbsp; As it drew closer, the rain began.&amp;nbsp; Still reports were that it was not tornadic just a strong storm.&amp;nbsp; The rain continued to come down in buckets and soon the wind.&amp;nbsp; I could tell that circulation was happening due to the manner in which the rain was falling from all directions.&amp;nbsp; The tv had gone out yet I had my trusty weather radio and was able to listen to coverage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it may pass over us, a report came across the radio that a lowering was seen just a few miles of us and it was coming our way.&amp;nbsp; In the pouring rain, I leashed Winston who did not want nothing to do with going out in it, grabbed my purse and camera and headed to the cellar.&amp;nbsp; I listened as the sirens blew outside.&amp;nbsp; Still across the radio there were reports of a funnel sighted.&amp;nbsp; As the rain subsided and it became still I opened the door of the cellar.&amp;nbsp; Facing west, the sunshine could be seen peeking from behind billowy white clouds.&amp;nbsp; When I turned to the East, I could see the storm passing.&amp;nbsp; The yard was covered with water.&amp;nbsp; A total of 2 and a half inches fell in a matter of about 20 minutes.&amp;nbsp; A pale rainbow could be seen on the north side of the storm as it left.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S_VMUorjauI/AAAAAAAABHI/YaHrd8VMXoY/s1600/rainbow+5-19-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S_VMUorjauI/AAAAAAAABHI/YaHrd8VMXoY/s320/rainbow+5-19-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was peaceful once again.&amp;nbsp; Such fury in so short of time, yet such tranquility immediately after.&amp;nbsp; The storms continued through the night further east yet were not as severe.&amp;nbsp; In total 16 tornados touched down.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately minor damage.&amp;nbsp; Just another spring day in Oklahoma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-4210354866881310546?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4210354866881310546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-another-spring-day-in-oklahoma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4210354866881310546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4210354866881310546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-another-spring-day-in-oklahoma.html' title='Just Another Spring Day In Oklahoma'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S_VMTI5GriI/AAAAAAAABHA/IEEjW0r-2M0/s72-c/blanchard+5-19+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3456846872902399815</id><published>2010-05-05T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:09:03.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child birthing'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Benjamin James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GI43mMM-I/AAAAAAAABFg/Iv591vwvqlo/s1600/bj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GI43mMM-I/AAAAAAAABFg/Iv591vwvqlo/s320/bj.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twenty seven years ago today I lay in a hospital bed. My doctor, a man who loved cigars and tried frantically to smoke them while on rounds, would stick his head in occasionally to make sure I was ok. Eventually he sent me walking the halls and told the nurses not to call him until it was time. You probably have guessed that I was in labor and about to give birth. Yet this time was my first time. Little did I know that in a few short hours I would be holding my first born, Benjamin James, and screaming for some fried chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GIzM80ENI/AAAAAAAABFY/piDaqpidiLg/s1600/BJ+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GIzM80ENI/AAAAAAAABFY/piDaqpidiLg/s200/BJ+003.jpg" tt="true" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BJ as we call him came into the world a strapping baby of 9lbs 9oz. Let’s just say his head paved the way for my next two that would come later in life. I was glad that I had a large baby. The idea of having a small little one of 6 or 7 pounds scared me. BJ came into the world half grown. I remember that summer spending many a day in the park beneath the shade of the large oaks that were scattered around. I would read to him and play him music as he slept his afternoons away. Needless to say he was nice and tan before the summer was over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GJ94A_HaI/AAAAAAAABFo/g7WfwGqvh_8/s1600/BJ+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GJ94A_HaI/AAAAAAAABFo/g7WfwGqvh_8/s320/BJ+001.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still remember the first time I felt him move in my stomach. I was sitting in the college library, reading when I felt what was like a small flutter in my stomach. I did not think much at first yet when it occurred the next time I knew it was him. That pregnancy was magical to me. It was the first therefore everything that I experienced was new for me. I remember evenings sitting on my sofa and talking softly to him inside of me. Wondering and at times worrying about all that was about to happen to me. Yet I can honestly say it was one of the most wonderful times of my life and one I would never change or trade for the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GIt-SULrI/AAAAAAAABFA/AisTAIz4feQ/s1600/bj+snd+brandi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GIt-SULrI/AAAAAAAABFA/AisTAIz4feQ/s320/bj+snd+brandi.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today BJ has grown to a strapping young man. He still has those deep blue eyes that seem to pierce right through you. His smile, when he gives it, could melt an iceberg. He always could get anything with that smile. He is still a quiet boy who loves life in his own way. He still loves good cooking and big dogs. (His fiancée Brandi is a great cook and he owns a pit bull and a mastiff) He still is my little boy. Funny… although he is my oldest he always seems to still be my baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GIyk_MF9I/AAAAAAAABFQ/30sNiwoiK4w/s1600/BJ+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GIyk_MF9I/AAAAAAAABFQ/30sNiwoiK4w/s200/BJ+002.jpg" tt="true" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this Cinco de Mayo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish my little boy a big happy birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will never fully be aware of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just how much I truly love you dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will forever be my sweet baby boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you Bunches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom&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/2813971788362069525-3456846872902399815?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3456846872902399815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-benjamin-james.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3456846872902399815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3456846872902399815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-benjamin-james.html' title='Happy Birthday Benjamin James'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S-GI43mMM-I/AAAAAAAABFg/Iv591vwvqlo/s72-c/bj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5280566178577446866</id><published>2010-04-30T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:10:00.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness It Is Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S9rU8THSlKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7LXU6Z4CBvw/s1600/homemade+vanilla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S9rU8THSlKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7LXU6Z4CBvw/s320/homemade+vanilla.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I greatly have been wanting to go outside this week and work in my yard Mother Nature has not been very supportive.&amp;nbsp; Monday and Tuesday were way cool with a nice breeze which made it feel even colder.&amp;nbsp; The next 2 days were just plain windy.&amp;nbsp; I love Oklahoma but really.... can't there be a rule where the wind can not blow more than 2/3 of the week.&amp;nbsp; Of course this weekend the wind is suppose to be lighter, but the chance of rain is increasing daily.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have resorted to staying in the house and "trying" to accomplish some things that need to be done.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit that I have been having fun in the kitchen expermenting with my favorite new treat.&amp;nbsp; Meringues.... They are quite addictive and so easy.&amp;nbsp; I have been trying out some different flavors also.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness they are not that bad for you.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my homemade vanilla has been calling me.&amp;nbsp; I have used it in my cooking the last couple days and it is wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I was going to bottle it up to give away yet I am not sure if I will yet.&amp;nbsp; I think I will just make another bottle and keep this one for myself.&amp;nbsp; I do not think I will ever buy vanilla again in the store... This is way too good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the skys are cloudy, at least for the morning, and it is a bit cooler.&amp;nbsp; Yet they are to break later and the tempertures are to rise to the 80s.&amp;nbsp; The wind is still blowing yet I may still try and do some things outdoors.&amp;nbsp; I did manage to work 2 beds I was wanting to get to as well as plant some marigolds and sage.&amp;nbsp; Pictures to follow, I promise... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-5280566178577446866?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5280566178577446866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-goodness-it-is-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5280566178577446866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5280566178577446866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-goodness-it-is-friday.html' title='Thank Goodness It Is Friday'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S9rU8THSlKI/AAAAAAAABEQ/7LXU6Z4CBvw/s72-c/homemade+vanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5542177084333432769</id><published>2010-04-28T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:02:08.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Goodness but it seems that I do not write here as often as I used to.&amp;nbsp; Something I very much would like to change.&amp;nbsp; I have been busy that is for sure.&amp;nbsp; Working in my yard has taken up much of my time as well as trying to get all the things I may have to get done before I go to Tennessee to see my new grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S9gi4wyp5BI/AAAAAAAABD0/U5e5fLnmyS4/s1600/meringues%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S9gi4wyp5BI/AAAAAAAABD0/U5e5fLnmyS4/s200/meringues%203.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have also been working in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Trying some new recipes out.&amp;nbsp; I have every intention of sharing them here when the time gives itself.&amp;nbsp; Of course I have been sure to have my camera handy while I have been testing these new items out so I will have plenty of good pictures to share with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sk1xTi5EevI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hkaZ0sO-Ki0/s1600/sunflowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sk1xTi5EevI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hkaZ0sO-Ki0/s200/sunflowers.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of Photography, I have also been trying to get out more and shoot some photos.&amp;nbsp; Spring lends itself so well to such things.&amp;nbsp; The wildflowers have been coming up throughout the yard and they are definately something I love to photograph.&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/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S9gjo-utZhI/AAAAAAAABD4/bP8Z_ABwLbo/s1600/me+and+my+monkey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S9gjo-utZhI/AAAAAAAABD4/bP8Z_ABwLbo/s200/me+and+my+monkey.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our new addition, Winston has also been taking up much of my time.&amp;nbsp; Although let me add here that he is a wonderful puppy and has been so easy to train.&amp;nbsp; Honestly I do not like to brag too much as I think as soon as I do he will remind me just what a puppy can be like.&amp;nbsp; Yet so far....he's been a dear (fingers crossed).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So off again I go... In the kitchen this morning... once again trying some new recipes out, then its off to run errands, work in the yard, work a bit on the baby quilt, and read my book for my book review May 11.&amp;nbsp; Til next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-5542177084333432769?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5542177084333432769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonderful-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5542177084333432769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5542177084333432769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonderful-wednesday.html' title='A Wonderful Wednesday'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S9gi4wyp5BI/AAAAAAAABD0/U5e5fLnmyS4/s72-c/meringues%203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2957557650160779366</id><published>2010-04-21T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:00:03.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><title type='text'>Nathan Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S84fwK1JbMI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZEvL1XwSDFc/s1600/nathan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S84fwK1JbMI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZEvL1XwSDFc/s400/nathan.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What can I say, Isn't he just the most beautiful baby you have ever seen.&amp;nbsp; My newest grand baby was finally born.&amp;nbsp; Nathan finally decided to grace us with his presence Tuesday, April 20th, 2010 at 12:30 pm.&amp;nbsp; Coming in at a whopping 9 pounds 5 ounces.&amp;nbsp; Already he is making a grand entrance.&amp;nbsp; Baby and mom are doing great.... I can hardly wait to venture to Tennessee to hold the little sweetie.&amp;nbsp; Look at those hands.... More pictures to follow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-2957557650160779366?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2957557650160779366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/nathan-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2957557650160779366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2957557650160779366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/nathan-has-arrived.html' title='Nathan Has Arrived'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S84fwK1JbMI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZEvL1XwSDFc/s72-c/nathan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-970567028970571426</id><published>2010-04-20T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:48:03.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child birthing'/><title type='text'>Still No Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S83npLBeQpI/AAAAAAAABDU/ReuwZ6taF4I/s1600/awakening.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S83npLBeQpI/AAAAAAAABDU/ReuwZ6taF4I/s320/awakening.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still we are waiting for our grandson to finally come into the world.&amp;nbsp; He seems to be a stubborn one that will come when he is good and ready.&amp;nbsp; Krystle entered the hospital yesterday at noon and started her medicine to help induce shortly after.&amp;nbsp; By 2 am in the morning still no baby so they stopped procedures and allowed her to rest as well as the baby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He seems to be a bit turned and before commencing with inducing the dr. would prefer that he turns on his own.&amp;nbsp; So we wait.&amp;nbsp; I wondered if possibly he just wanted to be a Taurus instead of an Aries however there is not much difference between a Ram and a Bull.&amp;nbsp; Both have hard heads and both are stubborn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be assured that as soon as any news comes it will be posted as well as pictures when available.&amp;nbsp; It is funny how hard we try sometimes to make things fit the way we want them to be yet there are times when no matter how hard we may try they will just occur when they are good and ready.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-970567028970571426?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/970567028970571426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-no-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/970567028970571426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/970567028970571426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-no-baby.html' title='Still No Baby'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S83npLBeQpI/AAAAAAAABDU/ReuwZ6taF4I/s72-c/awakening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2586579794287614113</id><published>2010-04-13T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:04:45.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Playing In The Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S8R5xXpIWxI/AAAAAAAABCM/yknSr-P-PWc/s1600/blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S8R5xXpIWxI/AAAAAAAABCM/yknSr-P-PWc/s320/blue.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The warmer weather has been keeping me busy lately.&amp;nbsp; With spring taking its sweet time to come and finally decide to stay, any planting I wanted to do in the yard was postponed later than normal for me.&amp;nbsp; Yet this last week I have been able to at least begin my task.&amp;nbsp; I think that any chance of a freeze has past.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have been so lucky to find some wonderful new flowers to put out in my yard.&amp;nbsp; And better still all of my finds (or at least most of them) have been perrenials.&amp;nbsp; I am always so excited about perrenials as it means that is less work for me as the years pass.&amp;nbsp; This year I have been working on a new garden.&amp;nbsp; It really is somewhat of an extension to one that I started a couple years back.&amp;nbsp; Located near the pond and somewhat in the woods it is more of a woodland garden.&amp;nbsp; I cleaned out a nice area and planted some shaded plants such as columbine, english daisys, bleeding heart, and trailing vines.&amp;nbsp;Plans are to place a stone bench near the area as well as bird feeders and such.&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/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S8R5vqbuP0I/AAAAAAAABCE/thaNkV9H0ks/s1600/Columbine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S8R5vqbuP0I/AAAAAAAABCE/thaNkV9H0ks/s320/Columbine.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still have many plants to plant yet am hoping to complete all the work by the end of this week.&amp;nbsp; The rains are suppose to come in for a while which will be good for the new garden as it is a ways from the house and watering it can be a bit of a chore.&amp;nbsp; As for the other plants that I have planted in years past they are doing wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I can finally see fruits from my previous efforts and it gives me hope that in a few years I will not have to do this as much as I do now.&amp;nbsp; Upkeep will be my only chore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S8R5z8cLuLI/AAAAAAAABCU/2_I7ZnV3X1c/s1600/pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S8R5z8cLuLI/AAAAAAAABCU/2_I7ZnV3X1c/s320/pink.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The frogs have returned once more to our pond.&amp;nbsp; We had been worried that possibly we had lost some of our larger ones last fall as they disappeared a bit earlier than normal.&amp;nbsp; Yet they are back again as big as ever.&amp;nbsp; I guess they knew the winter we were in store for and burrowed into their homes earlier than they usually do.&amp;nbsp; Since we have cleared the perimeter of the pond somewhat we are considering adding some fish into the pond this year.&amp;nbsp; It would be a nice addition as well as something fun for the grandkids to do when they visit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of grandkids, we are still waiting for Nathan to arrive.&amp;nbsp; Krystle's due date was yesterday and still no baby.&amp;nbsp; We should know something more definate today.&amp;nbsp; Keeping my fingers crossed.&amp;nbsp; This looks to be a stubborn one.&amp;nbsp; Until next time... take care... and enjoy the sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-2586579794287614113?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2586579794287614113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/playing-in-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2586579794287614113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2586579794287614113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/playing-in-garden.html' title='Playing In The Garden'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S8R5xXpIWxI/AAAAAAAABCM/yknSr-P-PWc/s72-c/blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6763017043636004089</id><published>2010-04-05T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:43:45.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Moons Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Off To A Busy Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7oE240MkEI/AAAAAAAABAc/muW8O7UXgv8/s1600/saturated.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7oE240MkEI/AAAAAAAABAc/muW8O7UXgv8/s320/saturated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looks to be quite a busy week.&amp;nbsp; Possibly new grandbaby on his way... shots for our new addition, Winston.... working in the yard, which includes mowing, planting and so on.... and the normal weekly chores that visit me.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully today I can get a good handle on a majority of them and if I'm lucky have some free time by the ending of the week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been windy here for some time.&amp;nbsp; Yet what would Oklahoma be if not for the wind... A bit more enjoyable I think sometimes.&amp;nbsp; The later part of the week is to bring calmer winds and more moderate tempertures.. It would be a great time to be able to relax and do whatever I may please.&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/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7oFFOLa2yI/AAAAAAAABAs/fRYqv9yXVJQ/s1600/baking+soda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7oFFOLa2yI/AAAAAAAABAs/fRYqv9yXVJQ/s200/baking+soda.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been receiving requests for several of my recipes.&amp;nbsp; Most of these requests have come from my other blog &lt;a href="http://mothermoonsmessage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mother Moon&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Yet I have decided to share a few of my secrets here.&amp;nbsp; So in the weeks to come be on the look out for some of my favorite recipes as well as some of my more artsy things.&amp;nbsp;Such as bottling my homemade vanilla, the baby quilt I am working on for Nathan, and some of my Bun Buns.&amp;nbsp; There will also be other things as well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to sharing them all... Enjoy your Monday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-6763017043636004089?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6763017043636004089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-to-busy-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6763017043636004089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6763017043636004089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-to-busy-start.html' title='Off To A Busy Start'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7oE240MkEI/AAAAAAAABAc/muW8O7UXgv8/s72-c/saturated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6147186457705443821</id><published>2010-04-04T07:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T07:24:34.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Easter To All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7iE7hpCEiI/AAAAAAAAA_0/yrLjbbGi7Fc/s1600/easter1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7iE7hpCEiI/AAAAAAAAA_0/yrLjbbGi7Fc/s640/easter1.png" width="410" /&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/2813971788362069525-6147186457705443821?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6147186457705443821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-to-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6147186457705443821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6147186457705443821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-to-all.html' title='A Happy Easter To All'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7iE7hpCEiI/AAAAAAAAA_0/yrLjbbGi7Fc/s72-c/easter1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7026268675660364964</id><published>2010-03-30T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:52:29.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>In My Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7IdvCdOTuI/AAAAAAAAA_M/tibxf2H1t3g/s1600/brexton+%26+kylie+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7IdvCdOTuI/AAAAAAAAA_M/tibxf2H1t3g/s320/brexton+%26+kylie+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week I was on a little vacation.&amp;nbsp; I traveled to Tennessee to visit my daughter's family.&amp;nbsp; Of course this meant I was able to see my grandkids that I had not seen for the last 5 months.&amp;nbsp; It was a wonderful treat... full of hugs, playtime and more hugs.&amp;nbsp; I am always amazed at how much they can grow in such a short amount of time.&amp;nbsp; The new grandbaby should be here soon as the due date is April 12th.&amp;nbsp; I have to say though that she looks like she could deliver any day.&amp;nbsp; And I know she would be happy to do so. &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/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7IdmRNH0II/AAAAAAAAA_E/WIzDDHca-vE/s1600/Winston%27s+first+day+home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7IdmRNH0II/AAAAAAAAA_E/WIzDDHca-vE/s320/Winston%27s+first+day+home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also since I have arrived home, Vincent and I gained a new addition to our own family.&amp;nbsp; We have been having withdrawls from the absence of the grandkids and decided to get a baby of our own.&amp;nbsp; His name is Winston and he is 8 weeks old.&amp;nbsp; He has been a dear these last few days and I have a feeling that we are going to enjoy him tremendously.&amp;nbsp; Already he is showing signs of being an extremely smart dog, yet most labs are.&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/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7IeDvpImaI/AAAAAAAAA_c/rcb9Ej7q_F4/s1600/flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7IeDvpImaI/AAAAAAAAA_c/rcb9Ej7q_F4/s320/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The warmer weather also has come and it truly feels like spring is here.&amp;nbsp; Although the winds have not quite subsided the warmer temps have made it possible to start working in the yard and doing some of the work that I have been patiently waiting to start.&amp;nbsp; I am so eager to plant some flowers throughout the yard yet do not want to get to far ahead of myself as there could still be a bit of a cold snap to come.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7Id0eSOaRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/E30MXfbgYRY/s1600/easter+eggs+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7Id0eSOaRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/E30MXfbgYRY/s320/easter+eggs+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Easter is this Sunday and I think the thing I will miss the most is coloring eggs with my grandkids.&amp;nbsp; I have considered doing it myself yet do not know what I would do with them afterwards.&amp;nbsp; I sent the goodie packages off in the mail yesterday to my daughter's family as well as my son in DC.&amp;nbsp; I will give the other to my eldest son this weekend when they come over.&amp;nbsp; I think no matter how old they get they will never tire of a basket of goodies.&amp;nbsp; The one year I did not make them, I was quickly reminded at how much they are loved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping all of you are having a wonderful week... and if I do not get back here before the weekend.... Hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-7026268675660364964?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7026268675660364964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-my-absence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7026268675660364964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7026268675660364964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-my-absence.html' title='In My Absence'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S7IdvCdOTuI/AAAAAAAAA_M/tibxf2H1t3g/s72-c/brexton+%26+kylie+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5275032556353891705</id><published>2010-03-19T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:17:47.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Winter - First Day of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S6OU3Ip4_2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/IRrDEEuk-Dc/s1600-h/spring2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S6OU3Ip4_2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/IRrDEEuk-Dc/s200/spring2.jpg" vt="true" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is the last day of winter... The day could not be more perfect.&amp;nbsp; A gentle breeze and tempertures to top somewhere near 70.&amp;nbsp; One would think that old man winter had had his fill and was finally content with leaving.&amp;nbsp; Yet he will get one more hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S6OVeiimRPI/AAAAAAAAA-8/M70Uy5qOq_I/s1600-h/bird+blizzard+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S6OVeiimRPI/AAAAAAAAA-8/M70Uy5qOq_I/s320/bird+blizzard+09.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later this evening a front is to blow in.&amp;nbsp; As we turn the corner and begin the first day of spring tomorrow we are to be hit with tempertures in the low 30's and high winds.&amp;nbsp; They say the wind gusts will be between 25 and 45.&amp;nbsp; And of course one last good snow storm before he leaves.&amp;nbsp; They are predicting blizzard conditions. It will not accumulate too bad as the tempertures have been high enough to help it melt readily.&amp;nbsp; However a total of up to 4-6 inches and more in some places is expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to love how mother nature has a way of even in nature telling us that even though the skies may be blue, they can turn directions without any notice.&amp;nbsp; May your first day of spring be a good one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-5275032556353891705?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5275032556353891705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-day-of-winter-first-day-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5275032556353891705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5275032556353891705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-day-of-winter-first-day-of-spring.html' title='Last Day of Winter - First Day of Spring'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S6OU3Ip4_2I/AAAAAAAAA-0/IRrDEEuk-Dc/s72-c/spring2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1075760335594557483</id><published>2010-03-18T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:55:20.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patricks Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'>How I Celebrated St. Patty's Day -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=102385199"&gt;Resistance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=102385199,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=102385199,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/muse"&gt;MUSE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=videos"&gt;MySpace Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well I have to say that I celebrated St. Patricks Day in the best way possible.&amp;nbsp; Last night Vincent and I ventured down to Dallas and went to a Muse Concert.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I know I have already seen the guys 7 times prior yet how can one resist.&amp;nbsp; It was fantastic.&amp;nbsp; Just when you think they can not get any better, they do.... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S6Ja6MYvjOI/AAAAAAAAA-M/m_yPK_gjbU0/s1600-h/st+pattys+day+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S6Ja6MYvjOI/AAAAAAAAA-M/m_yPK_gjbU0/s320/st+pattys+day+2010.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is definately one thing that I can do that makes me totally forget that I am a 48 year old woman, which I have to admit I love.&amp;nbsp; I was able to snap a few pictures, before my battery died on my camera... and was able to enjoy the rest of the concert in style.&amp;nbsp; I tacked on a video of their new single so you could see a bit of what I saw last night.&amp;nbsp; Just had to share....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-1075760335594557483?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1075760335594557483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-i-celebrated-st-pattys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1075760335594557483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1075760335594557483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-i-celebrated-st-pattys-day.html' title='How I Celebrated St. Patty&apos;s Day -'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S6Ja6MYvjOI/AAAAAAAAA-M/m_yPK_gjbU0/s72-c/st+pattys+day+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5909285358798119707</id><published>2010-03-17T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:50:00.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patricks Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy St Patricks Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5pvCBdT-fI/AAAAAAAAA8s/W8CRquEB-H4/s1600-h/native%2520(104).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5pvCBdT-fI/AAAAAAAAA8s/W8CRquEB-H4/s320/native%2520(104).jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other day I was taking a break from my somewhat unscheduled day. I had grabbed a bite to eat for breakfast and usually at this time I click the TV on for a short time while I eat. There really is not much on TV in the mornings. At least there is nothing which I would deem watchable. Usually this time is spent channel surfing which is exactly what I did that morning. I stopped on a HBO channel. A show entitled Letting Go of God was on. I am not really sure why it caught my attention yet it did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat there and watched while a long time Catholic woman explained her journey through the Catholic Church. She brought up questions and doubts she had formed while attempting to find her God. She talked about how she finally fell out of the church and continued to search in other realms for what she kept calling her God. I did not watch the entire show and sort of wish that I had. When I did check the info on it I found that in the end she comes to the conclusion that there is no God. In other words she goes from a devoted Catholic to an Atheist. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I said I did not watch the show in its entirety. However I did watch a good portion of it and some of the areas in which she described her “search” sort of made me think. I think all of us have questions in regards to what our beliefs are and why. It is hard to believe that there would be one with no inquisitiveness inside of them. Yet I have seen them or so they appeared to be that way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5pu3_CtFhI/AAAAAAAAA8k/QGDKb_4b0xU/s1600-h/fa30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5pu3_CtFhI/AAAAAAAAA8k/QGDKb_4b0xU/s320/fa30.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The individuals who are raised in a church atmosphere and find no issue with believing all the stories and such that are told to them from the time they are small until present. They do not question the doctrines they are told are correct. They do not question the situations that come into their lives that contradict such laws. They just continue to deal with life and all its adventures based on how they have been told they are to act. I sort of feel sorry for these people. Yes it is easy to sit in a room where everything is told to you. There is no need to make any decisions for yourself in regards to what you believe as you already have the blueprint in front of you. And if by chance you do start to feel yourself falter there are always the elders/deacons/whatever one can lean on. You know the ones who are suppose to know everything. I know that such a life is comforting. There is no need to step out into the real world and experience for yourself the darkness that is there. Who would want to? The stories that can be told are enough to scare anyone from even considering such a thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there are the individuals that have an issue with the rules and restrictions that church can bring so they are just not going to believe anything. That makes it easy… We are born then we die… that is all there is. The wonders of the world around us, what are they? Merely a coincidence they say. It all “just happened” to come to be. Religion is just a crutch for those who are emotionally unstable. They need to believe in something beyond because they just can’t deal with the life now. I have heard all these lines from “atheist”. I have to say I do not understand them very well. I try and keep myself clear of them as I usually end up in an argument. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5puuv6PdsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/auMYLgwP7jo/s1600-h/child+in+wonder.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5puuv6PdsI/AAAAAAAAA8c/auMYLgwP7jo/s320/child+in+wonder.png" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there are the ones who seek. They search and look for answers to the many questions that fill their minds on a daily basis. They accept the fact that they do not know all the answers. They accept the fact that more than likely they will never find them. Their minds are open to all possibilities that seem to flow by them. They take each one and carefully examine it keeping what they feel is pertinent to them and letting go of what is not of any use. They build and form in time their own religion inside of themselves. Yes, many of these people attend a multitude of churches made up of a multitude of denominations and beliefs. Yet they are not the usual cookie cutter attendee. Their beliefs are much deeper, more real. They do not follow because they are told that is what they are supposed to do. They follow because it is what they feel in their heart is best for them at this time on their never ending journey to find “it”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I would not consider myself a person who is forceful and aggressive in most areas of my life, I feel that when it comes to this area I am. I seek, because I do not know all the answers yet. I seek, because I want to know all I can. I have learned that there are areas that no matter how hard man tries he may never fully understand. It is not an insult to accept such a fact. It is merely being honest with oneself. I guess that in its own way atheism is a manner of seeking. I have known those who have grown tired of the church or any form of spiritualism and just said forget it all. They still ask the questions that even though they will not admit it are geared towards spiritualism. Even if the God they worship is themselves. I have to remind myself to allow them their own journey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my favorite movies is Stigmata. A story of an ordinary woman (Frankie) with no ties to the church through a series of events begins to acquire the wounds that Jesus was said to have endured during the crucifixion. A controversial priest (Father Andrew) is sent to investigate the validity of the story. There are many quotes throughout this movie that echo my beliefs. From when the Cardinal is attempting to kill Frankie because he cannot explain her condition and cries out “I will not let you destroy MY church.” To when Frankie tells Father Andrew. “You know what’s scarier than not believing? Believing, really believing. It’s fucking terrifying. Yet my favorite of all is the quote that Frankie and others say several times throughout the movie. “The kingdom of god is inside you and all around you…not in mansions of wood and stone. Split a piece of wood and I am there, lift a stone…. And you will find me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although this is said in a sense that many would consider “churchy”, it can relate to anyone who believes that there is something and/or someone bigger than them. That it is not what others necessarily tell us to believe or tell us to do, but what we ourselves seek out and eventually find that satisfies that need inside of us. Yes the answers are inside of each of us and they are all around us, we need only look for them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-7469119414062553849?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7469119414062553849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/seek-and-you-shall-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7469119414062553849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7469119414062553849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/seek-and-you-shall-find.html' title='Seek And You Shall Find'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5pvCBdT-fI/AAAAAAAAA8s/W8CRquEB-H4/s72-c/native%2520(104).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1105330516639960571</id><published>2010-03-10T06:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:11:00.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost Of Ones Actions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UiJxWOTkI/AAAAAAAAA8U/PahkoG3UXVg/s1600-h/STUTTS_ADAM_1058548910_221404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UiJxWOTkI/AAAAAAAAA8U/PahkoG3UXVg/s320/STUTTS_ADAM_1058548910_221404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little over a week ago a father was driving through the city with his two children. His son of five years with his bouncing head of red curls. His eyes that sparkled with a smile with what seemed to be continuously. A truly joyful child. His younger sister of two who like most sisters resembled her brother in many ways. Same red hair, same sparkling eyes. Both were just glad to be out with their father enjoying an afternoon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stopped at a stop light waiting for the red to turn to green so that they could continue on their way home from their time together, they enjoyed the few moments that it gave them to just sit and enjoy each other’s company. Brother and sister glancing at one another on occasion as siblings do. The father facing forward listening to the giggles and playful sounds his children made. All not knowing what a precious moment they were truly involved in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within an instant the tranquility and joy that before was so obvious and welcomed was cut short and turned to a darkness that would eventually consume so many. From behind a speeding pickup came. It barreled up the off ramp towards the back end of the waiting SUV which housed the happy family. It did not slow as it approached the car. It continued until it rammed into the back end of the stationary vehicle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without any warning lives were changed. The truck spun around after it hit the SUV eventually landing to the side of the road. The front end smashed. The driver unconscious. The SUV stood motionless. It had been thrust forward by the jolt. The back of it was no more. Pushed into what before was the middle. Emergency vehicles were quick to come to the aid of those in need. Police to investigate the accident, Firemen to help free those who may be trapped, and Ambulances to rush those hurt to the nearest hospital. The father was taken with cuts and bruises to the hospital for observation and review. The little sister likewise was taken to the hospital as she was in the back seat and sustained much of the force which struck the back end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little boy with the bouncing red curls and the sparkling eyes that smiled before would smile no more. His tiny body lay motionless. Crushed and mangled by what had just occurred. His life with those who cherished him so would be no more. No longer would his father hear his laughter, his mother hold him close as he fell asleep at night, his little sister grow up and enjoy the wonderful gifts that only an older brother can bestow. He had passed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man who drove the pickup: He was injured yet not to the degree as the others. He was taken to the hospital and later released. When told that a five year old boy had been killed due to his negligence, he stated… kill me now. He failed the sobriety test which was given to him on the scene and later was found to have prescription drugs in his system as well. He drove with a suspended license which should have kept him off the road all together. Although his life of freedom was all but ended, he had experienced over 60 years of life prior. Yes he is in jail awaiting trial. Yes he will pay for his actions. But at what cost?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The father was released from the hospital with minor injuries. The sister still lies in the hospital in serious condition. She is still not aware that her brother will no longer be with her. A family has been changed forever and at no fault of their own. All because one person decided to get behind the wheel when he should not have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/gb2/default.aspx?bookid=1258565658990&amp;amp;cid=full"&gt;Online Rememberance Guestbook for Adam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/2813971788362069525-1105330516639960571?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1105330516639960571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/cost-of-ones-actions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1105330516639960571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1105330516639960571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/cost-of-ones-actions.html' title='The Cost Of Ones Actions'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UiJxWOTkI/AAAAAAAAA8U/PahkoG3UXVg/s72-c/STUTTS_ADAM_1058548910_221404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8604873942929113608</id><published>2010-03-08T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:08:03.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mumblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5Ugh5ms75I/AAAAAAAAA78/pZG2HxZLgQs/s1600-h/robin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5Ugh5ms75I/AAAAAAAAA78/pZG2HxZLgQs/s320/robin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it is Monday again… Another week has crept by us and hopefully most enjoyed a wonderful weekend. The weather has been very spring like since March has begun. The temperatures have stayed in the 50’s for the most part and at times even managed to go higher. It has been very enjoyable. Although I know that a sudden snow storm can still come and get us I am glad for the warmer temperatures. I have learned not to dismiss old man winter as being gone until at least Easter. That is still a few weeks away so I haven’t put all my winter clothes away just yet. I am thinking about changing out the flannel sheets though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UgkgX7HpI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oolJ04z4ivw/s1600-h/Brex+%26+Kylie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UgkgX7HpI/AAAAAAAAA8E/oolJ04z4ivw/s200/Brex+%26+Kylie.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a few weeks I am going to get to venture a bit to the east and visit my daughter and her family for a bit. I have to admit that I am tremendously excited because it has been almost 5 months since I have seen my grandkids. Now I know that may not seem like a long time to some. Yet to any grandma, they understand. We exchange letters, phone calls, and even talk via Skype on occasion. Still nothing matches the feeling of a good old fashioned hug from your grandchild. I am sure both have grown like weeds since last I seen them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UgdCzLz2I/AAAAAAAAA70/4GiIv0h8CKM/s1600-h/storm+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UgdCzLz2I/AAAAAAAAA70/4GiIv0h8CKM/s320/storm+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are supposed to have thunderstorms this afternoon. I have to admit that I am a bit excited about it. As long as they do not turn to severe I love to sit and just enjoy a good storm. It is only March yet still we can have some good ones. Last year we had tornados in February. It is something that does not happen too often yet occasionally it can. I have learned living in Oklahoma that you come to expect just about anything when it comes to the weather. I have even seen it snow in the midst of a thunderstorm. This year I would love to attempt to capture some photographs which show the beauty of an Oklahoma storm. We have some beautiful cloud formations at times. And there is always the elusive lightning shot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UgppD25nI/AAAAAAAAA8M/lqHwJF7dGjQ/s1600-h/hyacinth.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UgppD25nI/AAAAAAAAA8M/lqHwJF7dGjQ/s200/hyacinth.bmp" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My seedlings that I started some time back are doing quite well. Lets just say most of them are. I think I may have started them a bit early. Yet it was a learning experience. I learned which seeds are best suited for such planting. I am planning on planting some more of these seeds and by the time they have sprouted I should be able to put them outdoors. I did find some beautiful cannas bulbs last week. I am planning on planting them tomorrow and more than likely will purchase a few more plus a couple elephant ears. I can hardly wait to get my hands in the dirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UgbORQevI/AAAAAAAAA7s/w63OTtVXTa8/s1600-h/on+the+prowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5UgbORQevI/AAAAAAAAA7s/w63OTtVXTa8/s320/on+the+prowl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Canadian geese are still visiting daily. In fact they stay all day sometimes. Over the weekend we witnessed several standoffs between different males as other couples attempted to come and share our yard with the couple who have already set claim to it. They can be extremely aggressive. I was pinched once when I was young by a goose. Not a fun thing if I do say so myself. The pair that are with us most of the time seem to have befriended our cats. Even though they stalk them like the great hunters they are. I am surprised that the geese have not gone after them. Yet I think that they find the cats, especially Sunny, quite comical. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it is off to my Monday chores. Until next time… Have a good day and don’t forget to smile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/2813971788362069525-8604873942929113608?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8604873942929113608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-mumblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8604873942929113608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8604873942929113608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-mumblings.html' title='Monday Mumblings'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5Ugh5ms75I/AAAAAAAAA78/pZG2HxZLgQs/s72-c/robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3518093774751128371</id><published>2010-03-03T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:42:50.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chlldren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self evaluation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chldhood memories'/><title type='text'>Understanding The Empty Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46Qfn1BALI/AAAAAAAAA60/hHYHV4MItTQ/s1600-h/3+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46Qfn1BALI/AAAAAAAAA60/hHYHV4MItTQ/s200/3+kids.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never really thought much about the empty nest syndrome. I know that it pertains to when your children move out of the house and on with lives of their own. Sometimes the move is local and still they are near enough that you can visit them on occasion. Yet there are times when they move much further away. My children are a little of both. My oldest son is near enough that we can visit whenever we like. My other son is in DC and my daughter is in Tennessee. This has been an adjustment especially since 2 (soon to be 3) of my grandkids also reside in Tennessee. Their moving left me with much of a similar feeling as I babysat them for a good portion of time before they moved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46Qjld5B_I/AAAAAAAAA7E/E8OUgShdddo/s1600-h/Brex+%26+Kylie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46Qjld5B_I/AAAAAAAAA7E/E8OUgShdddo/s200/Brex+%26+Kylie.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have learned over time that although we as mothers look at our children forever as a child, they do grow up and they do create a family and life of their own. There does come a time when this is made quite evident. I have always tried to not be the kind of mother that nags too much or seems to butt into their lives more than usual. Yet still I am reminded from time to time that I may need to make adjustments. I do not agree with all the requests that may be made. Yet I do understand that it is their lives and the ultimate choice is rightfully theirs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will say that the relationship between my children and myself over time has caused me to reevaluate my relationship with my mother. Maybe that is just the way the evolution of parenting goes. When you are young you do not realize what some of your words or actions may do. You view them from your point of view and they are rightfully justified. Yet as time moves on and you find yourself in a similar situation yet on the other side, you realize that such things may be more hurtful or harsh then you ever meant them to be. This goes both ways I think. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46QwHPE90I/AAAAAAAAA7U/FIY4uO2qeDo/s1600-h/Krystle+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46QwHPE90I/AAAAAAAAA7U/FIY4uO2qeDo/s200/Krystle+029.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have learned that this growing process can be painful to all who are involved. Whether or not it is a smooth process depends much on the communication and/or relationship between those involved. Patience is an asset that is greatly needed and helpful for either party. An open mind and a realization that there is discomfort felt by all who are involved is also something that is good to know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I suffering from empty nest? I am not sure really. Sometimes I think I am, as I miss the interaction and relationship that I used to have with my children. Yet I see them in their new families and activities and know that they are happy and evolving well into the world. I am proud of their accomplishments and the challenges that they place ahead of themselves to continue to become all that eventually they will be. I understand the restraints of distance and the fact that it keeps the once easy visits from happening. I understand the need for time together alone as their own family to help build tradition and form a history of their own. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46Qh-htvbI/AAAAAAAAA68/wS3G2oHrEzc/s1600-h/granny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46Qh-htvbI/AAAAAAAAA68/wS3G2oHrEzc/s200/granny.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I miss them. Still I wish that I were momma again. I was far from the perfect mother. Is there such a thing? I think we all learn as we go. Trying to be and do the best we can. Looking back sometimes and thinking maybe if I had done this or not done that. Yet things in the past are just that… in the past. I think I will call my mother today. I think I will tell her how much she means to me and how much I appreciate all she has ever done for me. I think I will let her know that although I may not show it all the time that I truly do love and above all respect her. She did the best she could. No she was not perfect, but she was there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46QtMZGVNI/AAAAAAAAA7M/fwAkBdlZ1_M/s1600-h/Krystle+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46QtMZGVNI/AAAAAAAAA7M/fwAkBdlZ1_M/s200/Krystle+027.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we don’t get to be called momma again until our children are older. Until they too have gone through the times and trials of parenting that help them to eventually understand the actions we may or may not have taken. Maybe it is not until this time that we have enough time to sit and listen to their side of the story. Maybe that is what the empty nest is all about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-3518093774751128371?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3518093774751128371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/understanding-empty-nest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3518093774751128371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3518093774751128371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/03/understanding-empty-nest.html' title='Understanding The Empty Nest'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S46Qfn1BALI/AAAAAAAAA60/hHYHV4MItTQ/s72-c/3+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8383097189591570787</id><published>2010-02-24T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:36:19.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade vanilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>A Bottle of Vodka and A Few Vanilla Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VVb4X_V6I/AAAAAAAAA6U/253c9gxJ5x0/s1600-h/baking+soda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VVb4X_V6I/AAAAAAAAA6U/253c9gxJ5x0/s200/baking+soda.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In&amp;nbsp; my many travels through blogland I am always finding new ideas.&amp;nbsp; Many of these ideas are in the edible form.&amp;nbsp; What can I say I enjoy eating, however as time&amp;nbsp; has progressed with me, I have had to learn to eat lighter and make sure that what I do consume is as healthy as it can be.&amp;nbsp; One thing that has always gotten me is the amount of perservatives that go into so many of the processed foods these days.&amp;nbsp; If I can not pronounce it I am a bit skeptical as to if I should be letting it enter my body.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Because of this I am always on the look out for new and inventive ways to cook, store, or create anything that I may use in my kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Recently I ran across a blog post on making your own vanilla.&amp;nbsp; Now let me say this before I go any further, vanilla is one of my most absolute favorite flavors as well as one of my favorite smells.&amp;nbsp; In fact when I was little, I used to sneak in the cupboard and smell the vanilla all the time.&amp;nbsp; One day I took a sip thinking that its flavor would be just as glorious as its aroma.&amp;nbsp; I quickly learned that this is not the case.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMwTTXtMI/AAAAAAAAA6M/k20bT5mvxXQ/s1600-h/vanilla+flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMwTTXtMI/AAAAAAAAA6M/k20bT5mvxXQ/s320/vanilla+flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMvU6rGSI/AAAAAAAAA6E/J05f9bz8jPI/s1600-h/vanilla+plant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMvU6rGSI/AAAAAAAAA6E/J05f9bz8jPI/s320/vanilla+plant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Vanilla is derived from the Orchid plant.&amp;nbsp;One flower produces one fruit.&amp;nbsp;It was first grown in Mexico and translated it means little pod.&amp;nbsp; It was brought out of Mexico to Europe in the 1520's by Cortez.&amp;nbsp; Today one can find a number of different varieties of bean:&amp;nbsp; The Bourbon bean or Madagascar bean, The Mexican bean, The Tahitian bean, and the West Indies bean.&amp;nbsp; Many may think that the term french vanilla also describes a type of bean.&amp;nbsp; This is not so.&amp;nbsp; This term is used to describe anything that has a strong vanilla aroma and contain vanilla grains.&amp;nbsp; Vanilla is also said to have some medicinal uses.&amp;nbsp; It is said it&amp;nbsp;can be used as an aphrodisiac and also a remedy for fevers.&amp;nbsp; However, this has not been scientifically proven.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;With the fact that vanilla is the second most expensive spice, next to saffron, I found the possibility of making my own a cost saving adventure.&amp;nbsp; Also the fact that I would be creating the mixture myself&amp;nbsp; I felt it was more fresh and thus lest additives.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who uses fresh spices also knows the wonderful difference from those purchased in stores.&amp;nbsp; The freshness allows you to use less as the flavor is much stronger.&amp;nbsp; Again another money saving reason.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMfZcv6YI/AAAAAAAAA58/tUuzLiI9AtU/s1600-h/vodka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMfZcv6YI/AAAAAAAAA58/tUuzLiI9AtU/s320/vodka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The recipe is quite simple although if you do look it up on the internet you will find a variation of amounts to use.&amp;nbsp; I basically took an overall sample from all to create mine.&amp;nbsp; First get you a bottle of alcohol, such as vodka, rum or gin.&amp;nbsp; I choose vodka as it was the most tasteless therefore creating a cleaner vanilla taste. However, I have spoke with some who used rum and simply loved it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMczFaApI/AAAAAAAAA5s/sxAVEJVacb0/s1600-h/vanilla+bean+cut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMczFaApI/AAAAAAAAA5s/sxAVEJVacb0/s320/vanilla+bean+cut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The number of vanilla beans to use is where most recipes vary.&amp;nbsp; I have seen 2 for one bottle of alcohol to 3 beans per cup of alcohol.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I myself used 4 beans. &amp;nbsp;Take your vanilla beans and with a sharp knife slice them down the middle, exposing the wonderful aroma and vanilla paste inside.&amp;nbsp; You can just put the uncut bean inside yet I feel the slicing of them allows more flavor to be drawn from it.&amp;nbsp; Screw on the lid and place the bottle in a dark cool place (a pantry works wonderful) for aproximately 8 to 10 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally shake the bottle to help the flavor blend.&amp;nbsp; Soon your clear alcohol will turn a nice amber color.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMeIV68sI/AAAAAAAAA50/fz4PtxDAIWo/s1600-h/vanilla+beans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VMeIV68sI/AAAAAAAAA50/fz4PtxDAIWo/s320/vanilla+beans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When it is time use your vanilla you will need to strain it via a cheese clothe to catch all the lose seeds that have come out of the beens and also the beans themselves.&amp;nbsp; If you would like to keep some of the seeds you can strain through a sieve to just remove the bean.&amp;nbsp; When bottling I put a fresh bean in each bottle to continue the process of flavor.&amp;nbsp; One bottle can last up to years as each time it starts to go down, simple top it off with additional alcohol and allow to sit .&amp;nbsp; You will not have to let it sit as long as before as the flavor will already be present.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There are many places to purchase vanilla beans yet I suggest you go online and purchase them in bulk.&amp;nbsp; It is much cheaper and they are just as good and sometimes better.&amp;nbsp; Purchasing them in the grocery store is very costly as you can only purchase one at a time.&amp;nbsp; This is so simple and a wonderful way to have wonderful tasting vanilla as well as a great gift idea.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-8383097189591570787?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8383097189591570787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/bottle-of-vodka-and-few-vanilla-beans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8383097189591570787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8383097189591570787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/bottle-of-vodka-and-few-vanilla-beans.html' title='A Bottle of Vodka and A Few Vanilla Beans'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4VVb4X_V6I/AAAAAAAAA6U/253c9gxJ5x0/s72-c/baking+soda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-300188874396434187</id><published>2010-02-22T10:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:36:17.188-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self evaluation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>A Change Would Do Me Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4KtNWjleOI/AAAAAAAAA5E/yTJoixCZRk4/s1600-h/goose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4KtNWjleOI/AAAAAAAAA5E/yTJoixCZRk4/s320/goose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We have lived at our current location for few years now and have always been blessed with the yearly visitation of our Candians.&amp;nbsp; About this time of year you can see them return even though I am sure they have been around somewhere during the earlier months.&amp;nbsp; Yet it is the time when love is in the air and nature begins its routine of courtship and eventual propagation.&amp;nbsp; I have always been amazed at the constant routine that the Canadian has.&amp;nbsp; Each year they return to the same place.&amp;nbsp; This is not the first time I have seen such behavior.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I remember a neighbor once who had 2 geese whose wings had been clipped in their back yard.&amp;nbsp; Each year they would have their duckings and raise them as any good parent would.&amp;nbsp; When the time came and the urge increased the young ones do as most wild geese do&amp;nbsp;and fly south.&amp;nbsp; Yet every spring once again they would come home to visit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Likewise we fall into our routines of choice.&amp;nbsp; Some we follow on a daily basis not even realizing that such actions are routine.&amp;nbsp; Yet still we persist.&amp;nbsp; Yes, sometimes we are taken off track and the activities of our day may change.&amp;nbsp; And yes, at these times we usually feel out of place and somewhat off track.&amp;nbsp; Yet as soon as we fall back into the norm we are accustomed to our lives return to that even keel we all love to sit in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I have been challenged to think about my routine.&amp;nbsp; Not only on a daily basis yet in an overall view and ask myself if possibly a change is needed.&amp;nbsp; I have come to realize that I am quite a person of routine and am not a very happy camper when out of it.&amp;nbsp; Yet I think that change and evolvement is a good thing and is needed for a constant growth.&amp;nbsp; Therefore as spring approaches I am urged to ask if maybe some personal spring cleaning is needed.&amp;nbsp; Definitely in my home I know this is true.&amp;nbsp; Yet likewise in my personal home (me) I am sure some dusting and rearranging would not hurt either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-300188874396434187?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/300188874396434187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/change-would-do-me-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/300188874396434187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/300188874396434187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/change-would-do-me-good.html' title='A Change Would Do Me Good'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S4KtNWjleOI/AAAAAAAAA5E/yTJoixCZRk4/s72-c/goose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1881706267277543618</id><published>2010-02-16T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:08:21.162-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madi gras'/><title type='text'>Monday Ramblings... A Day Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rOTynKCkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8Fp5pFeQBlc/s1600-h/imagesCA5IT372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rOTynKCkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8Fp5pFeQBlc/s320/imagesCA5IT372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope that all of you had a wonderful Valentines Day.&amp;nbsp; Falling on a Sunday, I am sure caused it to be a very buy weekend for many.&amp;nbsp; I am sure the weather in many areas did not help matters either.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit that Vincent and I are not too celebatory on Valentines Day.&amp;nbsp; I think it is way over commercialized.&amp;nbsp; Although do not get me wrong, I love to receive flowers and chocolates, I just do not think that there needs to be a specific day that is singled out as the time one needs to show one how much they mean to them.&amp;nbsp; We had a nice evening at home with a bottle of wine and a bunch of our favorite foods, watching the Olympics... Guess the fact that we are getting a bit older could have a bit to do with that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rOIJESYdI/AAAAAAAAA4k/c-CuOW5e3UI/s1600-h/imagesCAIYVBN9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rOIJESYdI/AAAAAAAAA4k/c-CuOW5e3UI/s320/imagesCAIYVBN9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Fat Tuesday or Madi Gras.&amp;nbsp; Likewise we are spending a quiet day at home.... No over the top celebration planned here.&amp;nbsp; The usual housework and daily chores will be done.&amp;nbsp; I do like the colorful masks though that appear at this time.&amp;nbsp; I will admit that I have one in my closet on the top shelf... I purchased it one year yet am sure that I will never wear it...Although at the time I bought it I knew I would.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rP75l5qdI/AAAAAAAAA48/CwyJM1YGjw4/s1600-h/hyacinth.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rP75l5qdI/AAAAAAAAA48/CwyJM1YGjw4/s320/hyacinth.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring is trying so hard to pop out here.&amp;nbsp; I have seen the robins around and my tulips and such are inching out further and further each day that the snow remains away and does not cover them.&amp;nbsp; It seems that we get our share of snow every 2&amp;nbsp; or 3 days... This week looks to be cold yet sunny though and I intend to take advantage of it.&amp;nbsp; As they have already said that next week is to bring yet again another storm or two for us.&amp;nbsp; I know that spring will be here in its own time yet I have never been more ready for its arrival.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rOhVVzphI/AAAAAAAAA40/9VOhcJoW0Vk/s1600-h/kylie+%26+brexton+snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rOhVVzphI/AAAAAAAAA40/9VOhcJoW0Vk/s320/kylie+%26+brexton+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course the grandkids love the snow.&amp;nbsp; It means playing outside and building a multitude of snow men, as well as days off from school. What could be more fun than that, but going back into the house for cocoa and cookies... Hope this finds all of you in good spirits...and good thoughts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-1881706267277543618?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1881706267277543618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-ramblings-day-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1881706267277543618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1881706267277543618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-ramblings-day-late.html' title='Monday Ramblings... A Day Late'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3rOTynKCkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/8Fp5pFeQBlc/s72-c/imagesCA5IT372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7953973815826867729</id><published>2010-02-12T11:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:43:02.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prelude to Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3WRwRHbzjI/AAAAAAAAA4U/uKzcQs1divs/s1600-h/splitrailfence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3WRwRHbzjI/AAAAAAAAA4U/uKzcQs1divs/s320/splitrailfence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I heard a short piece last night on television that said if all went as it appeared it would that after tomorrow all 50 states would have snow on the ground. Something that I guess is somewhat of an oddity. This has definitely been a different year for many of us in regards to the weather of the winter season. A number of areas have received record snowfall amounts , some of which have broken records that are over 100 years old. I have not checked yet to see if the storm that passed over us yesterday and dumped 10 inches on Dallas Texas (which may I say is totally unheard of) continued with its mission as it crossed over the southern states. The northern side of Floridia was even supposed to have snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many who are eagerly awaiting Spring's arrival as they gaze out their front window only to see a mountain of snow in front of it. Once again our place is covered with a blanket of snow and although we were forecasted a warm up of 40 and 50s through the weekend. However starting this morning, the skys are still gloomy and it is still cold outdoors. I have decided to stop whining about the absence of the warmth of the coming Spring. Definitely I have found that such behavior does not do any good in bringing it any quicker. Mother Earth knows her plans and she is executing them as she sees best. I have to trust this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3WRzS7iAWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/j-xzo87DTvc/s1600-h/survival+-yellow+finch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3WRzS7iAWI/AAAAAAAAA4c/j-xzo87DTvc/s320/survival+-yellow+finch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have decided to look for the good and the beauty in the current coldness. No I am not able to go out and do the work in my yard as I would normally be doing, preparing it for the coming flowers, and planting new ones. I have not been able to enjoy any afternoons on the back porch soaking up the early sunshine and just enjoying the sights and sounds of nature. Yet, I have seen a tremendous abundance of birds this winter. The weather has lured them into my feeders and they have become quite tame frolicking on my back porch throughout the day. Each time I go and make my rounds filling the many feeders I have throughout the yard, they call to me and at times ask why it has taken so long. The quail have even been lured out to beneath my little oak where I leave them cracked corn and seed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3WRoYkZmLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9-r1-rmidCw/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3WRoYkZmLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9-r1-rmidCw/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday as I was in town purchasing feed for my many feathered friends, I noticed that the store has gotten their ducklings, chicks and baby rabbits in. I am such a sucker for little animals. If I had my way I would have all of them.... Spring is coming. Her pace is steady and strong. No she is not coming with a grand entrance or a gradual warming processional yet still she comes. One day we will wake up and realize she has already arrived. The warmth of the sun will hit our face, the smell of the newly bloomed flowers will flow past our nose and our eyes will see she is everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-7953973815826867729?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7953973815826867729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/prelude-to-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7953973815826867729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7953973815826867729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/prelude-to-spring.html' title='A Prelude to Spring'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3WRwRHbzjI/AAAAAAAAA4U/uKzcQs1divs/s72-c/splitrailfence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-724450853186152816</id><published>2010-02-09T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:26:44.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3GJS3e380I/AAAAAAAAA3U/8OK8wCBFoo8/s1600-h/orange+hibiscus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3GJS3e380I/AAAAAAAAA3U/8OK8wCBFoo8/s320/orange+hibiscus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The sun finally decided to come and visit.&amp;nbsp; It was a much welcomed guest.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like the gloom of winter has stuck around way longer than usual.&amp;nbsp; A brief snow storm yesterday gave us an enjoyable day inside watching the big fluffy flakes fall although none of them stuck.&amp;nbsp; The yard is a so wet from all the precipitation we have received that it melted on contact.&amp;nbsp; Yet today the sun is in full bloom.&amp;nbsp; I am ready for spring to come and start its dance.&amp;nbsp; The daffodils and tulips are poking their heads out of the gound just waiting for the chance to rise up and show their beauty.&amp;nbsp; I noticed several Robins in the yard the other day, another sign that Spring is around the corner.&amp;nbsp; Or so that is what they say.&amp;nbsp; Yet I would take any wives tale now as an explanation that the weather will be getting warmer&amp;nbsp; and the clutches of winter will finally be loosed and gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My seeds which I planted indoors some time back are doing quite well... They have sprouted up nicely and hopefully in not too long I can think about transplanting them... I am so eager to get into the yard and start working.&amp;nbsp; So many plans I have for this summer... There is some clean up to be done after the ice storm yet really the damage was minimal.&amp;nbsp; I found a great buy on Pampas grass at a local nursery and plan to purchase some for a natural fence in the front of the house.&amp;nbsp; I am also eager to see the new bulbs bloom which I planted last fall.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It seems the colder weather has kept us indoors much more than normal therefore I have been cooking much more than normal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not a bad thing if there are several around to eat all that is cooked.&amp;nbsp; Yet when it is just Vincent and I, it is not a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I am eager for the farmer markets to open again.&amp;nbsp; I always love the fresh local produce.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-724450853186152816?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/724450853186152816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-comes-sun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/724450853186152816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/724450853186152816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-comes-sun.html' title='Here Comes the Sun'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S3GJS3e380I/AAAAAAAAA3U/8OK8wCBFoo8/s72-c/orange+hibiscus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1505567941554219247</id><published>2010-02-05T07:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:46:38.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Thaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2wdgNOUJJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/DFRo8mfo6jo/s1600-h/downy+woodpecker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2wdgNOUJJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/DFRo8mfo6jo/s400/downy+woodpecker.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It seems that all I have wrote about as of late has been the weather and the clutches it seems to have us in... It finally melted (most of it) a couple days ago.&amp;nbsp; There is still some snow here and there yet most has finaly melted to leave wet puddles throughout the yard... Which means that I am still not able to get out into the yard and do much... This looks to be the way it will be for a while.&amp;nbsp; We are to have a chance of more snow this weekend into Monday.&amp;nbsp; Winter has sure decided to pay us a long visit this year.&amp;nbsp; Yet as I have heard the ground hod did see his shadow therefore spring will be late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have already planted some of my herbs and flowers inside.&amp;nbsp; They are growing nicely... Not sure when I will be able to put them out the way things are going... There is much clean&amp;nbsp; up to do with the ice we had.&amp;nbsp; Although most of it is just loose sticks and such.&amp;nbsp; We were lucky to not have lost any major limbs or trees.&amp;nbsp; The bunnies and birds have been having a wonderful time in all this... I do not think I have seen so many bunny tracks in some time.&amp;nbsp; I have been trying to put out extra food for them as well as the fat squirrel that frequents my feeders at times... I purchased some peanuts in the shell for him as he likes the challenge as well as the nuts inside.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are a few slight signs of spring... The ducks have once again come to our pond.&amp;nbsp; My daffodils and lillies are peeking out of the ground, at least they were before the snow hit.&amp;nbsp; You can see the buds beginning on the redbud trees as well as the elms.&amp;nbsp;The birds are starting their yearly mating dance with one another... You get the picture... Spring will arrive in time I know.. I just truly can not wait for it to get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-1505567941554219247?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1505567941554219247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-thaw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1505567941554219247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1505567941554219247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-thaw.html' title='The Long Thaw'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2wdgNOUJJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/DFRo8mfo6jo/s72-c/downy+woodpecker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7623896669081253111</id><published>2010-02-01T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:11:45.852-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Still Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2bfkquj8sI/AAAAAAAAA1c/nK7Sr050Ywg/s1600-h/silence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2bfkquj8sI/AAAAAAAAA1c/nK7Sr050Ywg/s400/silence.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The sun did not come out as the weather men promised over the weekend so we are still in the icy clutches of winter.... The last&amp;nbsp; 2 evenings we have had heavy fog which gives us a very thin misting that turns to ice on top of that which we already have.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday the fog lasted all day long and it looks to do the same today.&amp;nbsp; I still am amazed at the fact that we have been able to keep our power throughout it all.&amp;nbsp; Yet believe me I am quite thankul.&amp;nbsp; I can only think that it is due to the fact that after the last ice storm there was much tree trimming in the area as well as some of the electrical lines put underground.&amp;nbsp; The lights did flicker again early this morning around 2:30 am yet came right back on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The snow we recieved earlier covers the ground still much like it was when it first arrived.&amp;nbsp; Underneath it is a nice layer of ice.&amp;nbsp; Walking on it sounds similiar to walking on an iced over lake.&amp;nbsp; The Tempertures are to be above freezing all week long, yet with the absence of the sun this allows melting to occur at a slow rate.&amp;nbsp; the one good thing about it all.. Maybe the groundhog will not see his shadow tomorrow.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-7623896669081253111?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7623896669081253111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7623896669081253111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7623896669081253111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-cold.html' title='Still Cold'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2bfkquj8sI/AAAAAAAAA1c/nK7Sr050Ywg/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5516935701483423906</id><published>2010-01-29T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:43:46.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter's Icy Grasp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2ML_QhlsoI/AAAAAAAAA08/AxAY1GumGiQ/s1600-h/ice+willow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2ML_QhlsoI/AAAAAAAAA08/AxAY1GumGiQ/s400/ice+willow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well we have survived the Ice storm of 2010 thus far.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thursday it started... earlier than predicted and looked to be one definately for the record books.&amp;nbsp; Freezing rain came down during the majority of the day, turning slowly to sleet by the time darkness came.&amp;nbsp; The accumulation came quickly attaching to trees, power lines and anything that was cold enough to hold it.&amp;nbsp; We easily received at least 3/4 of an inch if not more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; In the days prior to the storm we filled the generator we purchased after the last ice storm in 2007 and also made sure we had extra.&amp;nbsp; We were given plenty of warning on&amp;nbsp;the storms&amp;nbsp;coming.&amp;nbsp; We have been blessed thus far to not have lost power for any significant amount of time.&amp;nbsp; Thursday evening the lights flickered and were out for no more than an hour.&amp;nbsp; Yet the trees are still covered with its coat of ice and the winds still blow.&amp;nbsp;There are literally thousands that surround us who have lost&amp;nbsp;their power.&amp;nbsp; It has been a true blessing&amp;nbsp;for us thus far.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tempertures are not suppose to reach above freezing until Sunday to allow the melting to begin.&amp;nbsp; So we wait til then to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2MMA29XjtI/AAAAAAAAA1E/YqEOXNsWeQ4/s1600-h/frozen+birds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2MMA29XjtI/AAAAAAAAA1E/YqEOXNsWeQ4/s320/frozen+birds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our trees seemed to hold up this time so far at least.&amp;nbsp; We did lose a large part of one of our redbuds in the front yard.&amp;nbsp; A sad thing, as these trees were only little ones when we first moved here 5 years ago.... Yet the willows that surround the pond are holding out well.&amp;nbsp; It appears the work we done earlier after the first storm helped tremendously.&amp;nbsp; There is still some breakage yet nothing like the loss we experienced last time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have heard some breakage yet it still does not appear to be major.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2MMaw5lNLI/AAAAAAAAA1M/qThn_ynqNYc/s1600-h/little+redbud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2MMaw5lNLI/AAAAAAAAA1M/qThn_ynqNYc/s320/little+redbud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It is a time for staying indoors and keeping warm at least for now.&amp;nbsp; I cooked a nice pot of Oxtail soup yesterday and today I am sure I will once again be in the kitchen fixing something.&amp;nbsp; Cold weather always makes me want to cook or bake... I look forward to the coming week and its warmer tempertures.&amp;nbsp; I definately have a bad case of spring fever yet will also admit that it was nice to have a visit from old man winter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-5516935701483423906?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5516935701483423906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/winters-icy-grasp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5516935701483423906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5516935701483423906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/winters-icy-grasp.html' title='Winter&apos;s Icy Grasp'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S2ML_QhlsoI/AAAAAAAAA08/AxAY1GumGiQ/s72-c/ice+willow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1741652185307977653</id><published>2010-01-29T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:00:06.962-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Motorcycle Mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13Zj_9-lYI/AAAAAAAAA00/P609RMH6HOI/s1600-h/mom+and+vince.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13Zj_9-lYI/AAAAAAAAA00/P609RMH6HOI/s320/mom+and+vince.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know that several people in my family occasionally drop by my site and read my posts, so this one is for you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When I turn 78 years old I want to be like my mom.... She is short little woman yet as touch as nails.&amp;nbsp; I like to think that is the German in her... She was visiting us last year around Thanksgiving and we talked her into letting Vincent give her a ride on the Harley.&amp;nbsp; I had to laugh when she first got ready to go as she had on her little scarf as if that was all she would need.&amp;nbsp; I quickly gave her my helmet and leather jacket to wear and she was off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I snapped this picture before they left for their ride.&amp;nbsp; I honestly think she enjoyed the ride.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-1741652185307977653?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1741652185307977653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/motorcycle-mamma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1741652185307977653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1741652185307977653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/motorcycle-mamma.html' title='Motorcycle Mamma'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13Zj_9-lYI/AAAAAAAAA00/P609RMH6HOI/s72-c/mom+and+vince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2014238344448816972</id><published>2010-01-27T06:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:00:00.557-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13XAbrKOZI/AAAAAAAAA0k/o4WyWZhZk1o/s1600-h/supplies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13XAbrKOZI/AAAAAAAAA0k/o4WyWZhZk1o/s320/supplies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The warmer weather has done nothing more than make me more and more eager for Spring to arrive.&amp;nbsp; I have decided this year to attempt to start some of my plants indoors prior to planting them outdoors.&amp;nbsp; I think this could save lots of $ as well as help with my Spring fever.&amp;nbsp; It is my first attempt at doing something like this, yet I am willing to give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Over the weekend I planted 4 flats or 120 plants.&amp;nbsp; There is a wide variety ranging from assorted herbs to an multitude of flowers.&amp;nbsp; I also am planning on tilling us the yard at the far end of the yard, right where it meets the wooded area... I saved 2 gallon bags of marigold seeds from last summer and am going to wild seed them in that area as well as some assorted bachelor buttons.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that they take and the border of the yard will be lined with colorful flowers throughout the summer.&amp;nbsp; I have other seeds that I collected last summer that also need to be planted.&amp;nbsp; Cone flowers, four clocks, and others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13YnR6D35I/AAAAAAAAA0s/wP6q5QDieCM/s1600-h/hyacinth.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13YnR6D35I/AAAAAAAAA0s/wP6q5QDieCM/s320/hyacinth.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I noticed the other day as I was tending to my many bird feeders that many of my daffodils and hyacinths are peeking their heads out of the ground.&amp;nbsp; It will not be long until they are up and blooming.&amp;nbsp; I did not get my crocus out as I had intended this last fall so there will be none of them peeking out even earlier... Maybe is fall if I am lucky.&amp;nbsp; The yard is coming along well in regards to all the work we have done to in landscaping.&amp;nbsp; Many of the seeds that were planted last year should produce even more color this year.&amp;nbsp; I am excited to see it as it evolves through the coming months.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-2014238344448816972?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2014238344448816972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/spring-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2014238344448816972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2014238344448816972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13XAbrKOZI/AAAAAAAAA0k/o4WyWZhZk1o/s72-c/supplies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-4871132362866171099</id><published>2010-01-25T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:37:19.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gingerbread Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>The Gingerbread Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13NhmszOlI/AAAAAAAAA0U/G8Ngw3lx7f0/s1600-h/gingerbread+baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13NhmszOlI/AAAAAAAAA0U/G8Ngw3lx7f0/s320/gingerbread+baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend I received a wonderful letter from my granddaughter.&amp;nbsp; In it was this Gingerbread Baby.... Her first grade class each made one and sent them out to one person to have an adventure with.&amp;nbsp; We are suppose to write about their adventure, then return it to her class.&amp;nbsp; I think I may be going a bit overboard with mine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well I may be visiting them this next month.&amp;nbsp; It just seems too long since I seen them last.&amp;nbsp; Last October to be exact.&amp;nbsp; Krystle is doing well with her pregnancy and all is set to happen April 14th.&amp;nbsp; I haven't given this blog as much of my time as I would really had hoped to.&amp;nbsp; Most of my time has been spent on other things and my &lt;a href="http://mothermoonsmessage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mother Moon&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully as time goes on I can tend to this site as I would like to and share some of my recipes and such more often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-4871132362866171099?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4871132362866171099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/gingerbread-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4871132362866171099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4871132362866171099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/gingerbread-baby.html' title='The Gingerbread Baby'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S13NhmszOlI/AAAAAAAAA0U/G8Ngw3lx7f0/s72-c/gingerbread+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2067747472552512639</id><published>2010-01-19T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:20:16.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors Without Borders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earthquake Relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unicef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giving'/><title type='text'>Overwhelming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2uUDO2aI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BDogmr79u2w/s1600-h/Red+Cross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2uUDO2aI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BDogmr79u2w/s320/Red+Cross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tragedy is something that occurs on a daily basis. Devastation and death is truly an everyday occurrence. However in most cases we never hear about the things that occur or if we do they are but fleeting blimps on the nightly news. It takes a catastrophe of great magnitude to hold our attention for a long period of time and truly make us see the pain and loss that occurs. This last week on January 12th we witnessed such an act in the earthquake that hit Haiti. I have purposely kept myself from watching too much of the coverage as it is simply too overwhelming. Small doses are all I can seem to process as the stories are graphic and brutal reality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other evening I watched as a doctor from Canada spoke of the medical facilities they possessed. Literally they had none; A mere three bottles of alcohol, a hack saw, and a couple bottles of rum and vodka that had been given to him by someone. In the background the hack saw was being used to amputate the leg from a small child. I wondered as I listened if that child was even given any form of pain relief before the "operation" occurred. Even now the sheer brutal reality of the situation overwhelms me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that so many have come to the aid of Haiti and rightfully so. Yet the degree of need is so great that it will continue to be there for some time. Battered already from several tropical storms in past years, this final blow was just that a final blow. Homeless people cover any open area available. The dead are piled high and at time moved with front end loaders and put into a dump truck to be taken to a mass grave so that the smell can be subdued somewhat. The basic act of survival can be seen in the panic of looting and fighting for whatever food or fresh water can be found. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I daresay that we and most others outside of Haiti can’t even begin to understand completely the degree of this event. We may try and yet I do believe that effort is futile. The fear of not knowing if other family members are alive; a child, a mother, a father. The pain of inflicted medical issues that have gone unattended for days; many just waiting to die. The hunger and thirst for food and water as there is none and has not been since the earthquake occurred. My heart especially goes out to the children. Earlier today in reading about Haiti, I learned that before the earthquake 48% of the population of Haiti was below the age of 18 before the earthquake occurred. This fact means that the majority of this devastation has occurred to mere children. There has been a rush of attempts to adopt children who have been orphaned yet only those that were in the process have been continued. There is a fear that this event could cause an increase in possible child trafficking and so any new adoptions are being slow to start up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I know that this post sounds somewhat of a rant, it truly is more of a cry. I understand that no one can go into this and fix everything at least not overnight. There were already issues to be dealt with in Haiti even before the earthquake occurred. Those issues are still there and are even more compounded now. Yet it truly is a time when we as people need to rally together and truly help the cause. Lay down our differences, whether due to race, politics, financial status, religious beliefs and so on and help our fellow man, woman and child. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2r5iKwNI/AAAAAAAAAz8/5hLviG6gJOM/s1600-h/Haiti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2r5iKwNI/AAAAAAAAAz8/5hLviG6gJOM/s200/Haiti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the easiest ways is the &lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org/"&gt;Red Cross Cell Phone Text Drive&lt;/a&gt;. A simple text of the word Haiti from ones cell phone to 90999 immediately donates $10.00 to the Red Cross Haiti relief fund. This drive has already donated a total of $22 million dollars, which is roughly one fifth of the $112 million that has been received from the Red Cross so far. It is truly the simplest form of donating there is. The amount is minimal yet the amount collected thus far shows just how fast it can add up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2l-LmttI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YmLQ9AB9EEw/s1600-h/button-emergency-relief-160.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2l-LmttI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YmLQ9AB9EEw/s320/button-emergency-relief-160.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are numerous organizations to donate to. One can easily feel confused when looking at them all. Yet there are a few that I would like to speak of as I feel they are worthwhile and offer something that is specifically needed at this time in Haiti. The first one is &lt;a href="http://doctorswithoutborders.org/donate/"&gt;Doctors Without Borders&lt;/a&gt;. This organization has been in Haiti prior to the earthquake in response to medical needs and is there now as well. The medical needs are astounding at this time and any assistance that can be given in this manner is well appreciated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2pm8EhII/AAAAAAAAAz0/btqTTFUIuc0/s1600-h/logo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2pm8EhII/AAAAAAAAAz0/btqTTFUIuc0/s320/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next organization I would like to mention is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/"&gt;Unicef&lt;/a&gt;. With the multitude of children who are now homeless or orphaned it seems only fitting that their need be looked after. This is a worldwide organization that has been around for many years and has done some exceptional work in regards to the rights and needs of the child. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are only three of the several organizations that are out there yet there are some definite reasons I choose these three. There is no middle man or at least very minimal here. The money is given and already it is closer to where it can start working immediately. I urge you to please consider contributing to any or all of these as well as the others that are not listed. The need is great…. And we can do so much with so little. Blessings to all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-2067747472552512639?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2067747472552512639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/overwhelming_19.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2067747472552512639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2067747472552512639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/overwhelming_19.html' title='Overwhelming'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1X2uUDO2aI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BDogmr79u2w/s72-c/Red+Cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1548127043650141307</id><published>2010-01-15T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:28:13.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Longing For Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1B4zIVaE8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/AY4NSfngNhw/s1600-h/lonely+hawk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1B4zIVaE8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/AY4NSfngNhw/s400/lonely+hawk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I woke early this morning.&amp;nbsp; Did not sleep as good as I would have liked, yet as of late I wonder if that is because I am being prodded to rise a bit earlier.&amp;nbsp; I am the kind of person that can not sleep if the sun has risen in the sky.&amp;nbsp; Although at this time of year I don't have to worry to much about that.&amp;nbsp; The sun was far from anywhere near the horizon when I got up at 6 am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I think it is because I am eager for Spring to come.&amp;nbsp; A bit early for spring fever I know yet I always seem to get it early.&amp;nbsp; As soon as the first sign is evident I have it.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately that is usually on December 21, the first day of winter.&amp;nbsp; I know that it is the shortest day of the year therefore each day thereafter is a tad bit longer.&amp;nbsp; Yea I know that the increase is trivial, especially in the beginning.&amp;nbsp; Yet it is still all mental to me, I can not help but think that spring is coming... Therefore when the first sign of warmer tempertures, and form of growth, or just sunshine, set me off into a longing for warmth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This winter has not helped matters at all.&amp;nbsp; With the temperatures being much colder than normal and a record snow fall I have been even more eager for the sun to return.&amp;nbsp; I am not a cold person... At least not Oklahoma cold.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I snapped the picture above this morning as I went outdoors to let the cats out of the garage.&amp;nbsp; A large hawk frequents our yard on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; Usually he sits high in the cottonwood tree which overlooks the entire yard, yet this morning he perched just outside the back door on the branch of a willow at the edge of the pond.&amp;nbsp; It was a quiet tranquil site and I took it in.&amp;nbsp; The heavy dew from the fog could be heard dripping from the branches into the water below.&amp;nbsp; The other birds were just beginning to rumage around for any morning feed they could find.&amp;nbsp; The sun had risen yet it was far from shining brightly.&amp;nbsp; Spring is slowly coming.&amp;nbsp; She takes her time as not to rush things to fast.&amp;nbsp; I keep having to tell myself.... all in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-1548127043650141307?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1548127043650141307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/longing-for-spring.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1548127043650141307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1548127043650141307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/longing-for-spring.html' title='Longing For Spring'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S1B4zIVaE8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/AY4NSfngNhw/s72-c/lonely+hawk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6867716700442425059</id><published>2010-01-12T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:43:59.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yfRS_k_yI/AAAAAAAABIw/QE-ec1bzuZg/s1600-h/award+happy+101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yfRS_k_yI/AAAAAAAABIw/QE-ec1bzuZg/s200/award+happy+101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;Faerwillow over at &lt;a href="http://tofallorstumbleupon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was a dear and gave me this award.&amp;nbsp; Her blog is always uplifting and full of wonderful things.&amp;nbsp; With receipt of this award I am to offer up to my readers 10 things that make me really happy.&amp;nbsp; Have to say there are probably much more than 10 things, yet at the moment this seems to be the things that are on my mind the most..&amp;nbsp; And Away We Go............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhCQpKc4I/AAAAAAAABJA/9LGkWRIRPV4/s1600-h/brex,kylie+%26+gg+6-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhCQpKc4I/AAAAAAAABJA/9LGkWRIRPV4/s200/brex,kylie+%26+gg+6-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;The first thing that comes to my mind when you speak of happiness has got to be my grandbabies.&amp;nbsp; They are such a big part of my life as well as such a wealth of smiles, love, and laughter.&amp;nbsp; I still have not figured out the complete secret of being a grandparent yet I know that there is something incredibly special about it.&amp;nbsp; It give a feeling inside of you that is unique all to its own.&amp;nbsp; Plus I just love the simple ways of a child.&amp;nbsp; They are so open to the world and accepting without question.&amp;nbsp; They have yet to be mucked up by all the sinicism of the world.&amp;nbsp; It is refreshing and delightful to experience their bare truth of reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhXaEMj1I/AAAAAAAABJQ/4qwskFSzoC4/s1600-h/Cozumel+Tiip+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhXaEMj1I/AAAAAAAABJQ/4qwskFSzoC4/s200/Cozumel+Tiip+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;The second thing that makes me happy is my Vinnie.&amp;nbsp; Funny how I have truly been in love with this man since I was 7 years old.&amp;nbsp; I just wish I had had my pushy ways back when I was younger.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I would not had to have waited until I was 42 to have married him.&amp;nbsp; He has brought me more love in the last 5 and half years of being together than I think I have had in all the years before.&amp;nbsp; He truly is my soulmate and best friend.&amp;nbsp; My very own Captain Morgan... what else could a girl ask for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0ylbeIxPFI/AAAAAAAABJ4/cgZjbOw8Kpg/s1600-h/Matthew_Bellamy___Look_up_by_JaKhris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0ylbeIxPFI/AAAAAAAABJ4/cgZjbOw8Kpg/s200/Matthew_Bellamy___Look_up_by_JaKhris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;Music runs a close number three with of course Matthew Bellamy of Muse being at the forefront of that.&amp;nbsp; I mean really girls the boy believes in fairies.&amp;nbsp; Music has always been an important attribute to my life.&amp;nbsp; It inspires, lifts my spirits, makes me cry, and makes me want to dance like a crazed loon.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I can get down with my bad self, believe it or not.&amp;nbsp; I think I will have the same feelings as well as the same closet groupie fetishes til the day I die.&amp;nbsp; From George Harrison of the Beatles to Mattie.... I will "forever" love the boys in the band.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0ygz4BjivI/AAAAAAAABI4/UT2l3dZfCnw/s1600-h/Friends+Forever+with+watermark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0ygz4BjivI/AAAAAAAABI4/UT2l3dZfCnw/s200/Friends+Forever+with+watermark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;Friends and family come in next.&amp;nbsp; Goodness where would we be without this one.&amp;nbsp; Over the last year I have realized the important of both of these groups.&amp;nbsp; Whether they are right next door to you or clear across the pond, they still mean as much to you and can have just as much influence and impact on your life.&amp;nbsp; A true friend is hard to find and sometimes impossible.&amp;nbsp; I feel that as of late I have been blessed with several.&amp;nbsp; And that can do nothing but make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhx7yF-GI/AAAAAAAABJo/IHsyElWbFbY/s1600-h/baking+soda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhx7yF-GI/AAAAAAAABJo/IHsyElWbFbY/s200/baking+soda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;Cooking is another thing that makes me happy.&amp;nbsp; Let me feed someone and that is my way of telling them I care.&amp;nbsp; Not sure why I am like that, I think I get it from my mother.&amp;nbsp; Although since she learned I can cook she doesn't cook for me as much.&amp;nbsp; Just ask my kids they will tell you that I love nothing more than to shove food down ones throat.&amp;nbsp; A little melodramatic there... although my daughter swears I fed them too much as kids... Always having cookies and cakes baked.&amp;nbsp; What can I say... it is one of my many ways of saying I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0ylotqio9I/AAAAAAAABKA/DuB4SV4Pt1A/s1600-h/native%2520(104).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0ylotqio9I/AAAAAAAABKA/DuB4SV4Pt1A/s200/native%2520(104).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;Full moons and fairies.&amp;nbsp; Yea I know this is two things yet to me I tie them together often.&amp;nbsp; I have always loved to gaze at a full round moon as it rises in the sky at night.&amp;nbsp; To feel its energies pulsating from it.&amp;nbsp; I have forever been a moonchild and feel extremely close to her.&amp;nbsp; As for the fairies, the wee folk have always been dear to me.&amp;nbsp; It saddens me that people truly do not believe in them anymore yet I can understand why.&amp;nbsp; They represent something that is unseen to most and therefore can be unproven.&amp;nbsp; Ah to be&amp;nbsp;caught in a world where you can not believe what you can not see.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Something that definitely does not make me smile....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhfpH_4iI/AAAAAAAABJY/7MtWzxt9KOc/s1600-h/bridge+to+enchantment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhfpH_4iI/AAAAAAAABJY/7MtWzxt9KOc/s200/bridge+to+enchantment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;Nature and all her glory of course makes me smile and tremendously happy.&amp;nbsp; From the strength and wisdom of a tall aged oak to the soft touch of a gentle breeze.&amp;nbsp; There are so many facets of this area that truly touch my soul.&amp;nbsp; I have learned so much from the out of doors.&amp;nbsp; It is what is truly real.&amp;nbsp; It holds so many secrets for us if we only but listen to her.&amp;nbsp; Its stories are ageless and offer to us the answers to so many of the questions we often ponder.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhPReDAQI/AAAAAAAABJI/UJSEjhW-Jr0/s1600-h/bee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yhPReDAQI/AAAAAAAABJI/UJSEjhW-Jr0/s200/bee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;My garden makes me happy.&amp;nbsp; Over the last several years I have planted and nurtured several flowers, trees, etc.&amp;nbsp; It is now coming to the stage where it is starting to shine.&amp;nbsp; It has been a wonderful experience for me to learn.&amp;nbsp; Although the feel of the earth under my feet or the touch of fresh soil excites me in a way that only another gardener can understand.&amp;nbsp; The excitement of that little green sprout peeking out of the ground or the first bud on a rose bush makes me beam... I thank my grandma and grandpa for this love of the earth as well as Thelma Pate, a woman who taught me the love of a beautiful flower at a very young age.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yvZ3vZVcI/AAAAAAAABKQ/jRP3r8c17Rk/s1600-h/CSC_0938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yvZ3vZVcI/AAAAAAAABKQ/jRP3r8c17Rk/s200/CSC_0938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;My camera and my love of photography makes me smile.&amp;nbsp; It goes with me everywhere and has brought me a form of satisfaction I had not experienced before.&amp;nbsp; It has taught me creativity, uniqueness and the means to accept myself as an artist.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;Lastly what makes me Happy?&amp;nbsp; Me Myself and I.&amp;nbsp; I have learned to love myself and who and what I am.&amp;nbsp; I can laugh at my shortcomings and not be too hard on myself... I love life and all that it has to offer.&amp;nbsp; I guess in a way Life makes me happy.&amp;nbsp; Sure it has its pitfalls and such but there truly is always something positive to be gained from everything.&amp;nbsp; No matter how cliche that sounds.&amp;nbsp; I have learned to lean towards the positive side of all things and in the end all will be better for it.&amp;nbsp; Not to dwell on the negative or the trivial as it will only bog you down and keep you from enjoying the goodness that surrounds you.&amp;nbsp; Now I have to send this on to 10 more people.&amp;nbsp; First let me say that I am not necessarily a lover of question and answer things such as this yet this one has been a bit of a blessing to me.&amp;nbsp; It made me focus on a bunch of positive&amp;nbsp; things and also made me realize that there is much more than just 10 things... In saying this I pass this on to 10 people whom have inspired me with their stories, their teachings and their lives.&amp;nbsp; People whom have made me happy .&amp;nbsp; I hope you have as much fun doing this as I have had;&amp;nbsp; PS:&amp;nbsp; Lyon, Rue and Mary:&amp;nbsp; I would send this to you yet see you already had it sent to you.... All three of you have made me smile several times as well as lift my spirits and taught me much... blessing to you.&amp;nbsp; To see the 10 I choose go to &lt;a href="http://mothermoonsmessage.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-makes-me-happy-you-really-think.html"&gt;My other blog - Mother Moons Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Love all of you and &lt;a href="http://tofallorstumbleupon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faerwillow&lt;/a&gt;, thank you so much for sending this my way.... Blessings to all of you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-6867716700442425059?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6867716700442425059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-things-that-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6867716700442425059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6867716700442425059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='10 Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/S0yfRS_k_yI/AAAAAAAABIw/QE-ec1bzuZg/s72-c/award+happy+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2633950248861482759</id><published>2010-01-11T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:47:36.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Man Winter.... Brrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S0tvr8zDZpI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WxI2D7f3ER8/s1600-h/splitrailfence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S0tvr8zDZpI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WxI2D7f3ER8/s400/splitrailfence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It seems that everyone I talk to lately have had the wonderful experience of winter at its best this year.&amp;nbsp; Whether it be from the falling of above normal snowfall to tempertatures that way below normal.&amp;nbsp; Old Man Winter is in somewhat of a cantankerous mood these days.&amp;nbsp; This deep freeze is not only felt here, my friends across the pond are also telling me stories of several feet of snow and freezing tempertures.&amp;nbsp; In fact in some ways I think they may have it worse.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A friend of mine in the Netherlands even spoke of a weather alarm that was sounded last week due to the below normal tempertures which were on their way.&amp;nbsp; Another friend in Great Britian&amp;nbsp; had the majority of her pipes burst in her house which also effected the ability for her to heat her house.&amp;nbsp; We still have snow on the ground from the Christmas Eve blizzard that blew through Oklahoma leaving a record 14.5 inches of snow.&amp;nbsp; Our pond is frozen over and has been for the last 10 days with no signs of thawing soon.&amp;nbsp; Instead of the normal thin glaze of ice that covers it most years, it is turning a solid white from the thickness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yet&amp;nbsp; still as I look at the picture above, which was taken by a friend back east, I can not help but smile.&amp;nbsp; Even though this winter has been a cold one, we have had our share of snow and ice and the windchill has been unbearable at times.... it all still has its beauty.&amp;nbsp; The peace and quiet of a new fallen snow untouched and still is a marvel all in its own.&amp;nbsp; We are at a whooping 45 degrees today and expected to possibly climb to the 50s before the week is out.&amp;nbsp; I am sure that such tempertures will help the last remnants of snow to melt.&amp;nbsp; I never thought that I would be so happy to see 45 degrees, yet I am elated.&amp;nbsp; I intend to spend an abundance of time outside this week in the sunshine and warmer tempertures and pray that at least for awhile our cold snap is on hold.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-2633950248861482759?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2633950248861482759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-man-winter-brrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2633950248861482759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2633950248861482759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-man-winter-brrrr.html' title='Old Man Winter.... Brrrr'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S0tvr8zDZpI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WxI2D7f3ER8/s72-c/splitrailfence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3832190072879453421</id><published>2009-12-30T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:26:11.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year - Enjoy the Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Szt9plK3CLI/AAAAAAAAAxI/FfpP7gmJlws/s1600-h/wonder_lick_tree1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Szt9plK3CLI/AAAAAAAAAxI/FfpP7gmJlws/s640/wonder_lick_tree1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Hard to believe yet another year has passed us.&amp;nbsp; 2010 is upon us.&amp;nbsp; What will it bring, I wonder.&amp;nbsp; Personally I have a good feeling about the year to come.&amp;nbsp; I hope my vision proves to be true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow also holds another special event:&amp;nbsp; the occurance of the blue moon.&amp;nbsp; This is when there are 2 full moons in one months period.&amp;nbsp; Something that only occurs every 2.5 years.&amp;nbsp; The odds are even greater still for it fall on New Years Eve.&amp;nbsp; The next blue moon to fall on New Years Eve will not occur until 2028, making this a sight to behold.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I wish all of you a very blessed New Year and hope that it brings you goodness and happiness.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who choose to go out and celebrate in the festive manner, remember to be careful and responsible.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-3832190072879453421?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3832190072879453421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-enjoy-blue-moon.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3832190072879453421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3832190072879453421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-enjoy-blue-moon.html' title='Happy New Year - Enjoy the Blue Moon'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Szt9plK3CLI/AAAAAAAAAxI/FfpP7gmJlws/s72-c/wonder_lick_tree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7691280253592559122</id><published>2009-12-28T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:08:57.239-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>The Coming Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SzlUOycczNI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OnCCUCIHkd0/s1600-h/berries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SzlUOycczNI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OnCCUCIHkd0/s640/berries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Once again we are on the brink of the close of yet another year.&amp;nbsp; In 3 short days we will usher in yet another new year.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to believe that 2009 has come and gone so quickly.&amp;nbsp; Truly it does seem that time does go faster as you age.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each new year that comes it seems that everyone is deligently considering and choosing their resolutions.&amp;nbsp; I have often wondered what it ever was that brought about such a tradition.... As these resolutions always seem to contain the quitting of something you secretly love or the starting of something that you secretly despise... Both of which would prove to be somewhat difficult or otherwise you would be doing it already.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple items on my list, yet I have tried to make them reasonable.&amp;nbsp; Not an absolute cut off or an absolute start up.&amp;nbsp; I want to at least try and make it to where I can hold on to my attempt if only for a bit longer than normal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course the weight and excercise are on the list, yet I think that is a given for 99% of anyone who starts a list.&amp;nbsp; Yet I have also realized that as I age, that both of these are harder and take much more of an effort than in the past.... oh for the days of my 20s when I could shed those pounds so easily and without even trying... plus still eat all those goodies I so love... those days have past and I have to realize that it is moderation that I need to practice more now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the normal additions to my resolution list, I have also added the more deligent attempt at the honing of my writing and an honest attempt to craft it.&amp;nbsp; With my "me" time on my hands these days, I do not have any excuse not to do just that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see what the year has in store for us shortly... Yet I do wish for you and yours that it has much prosperity, much happiness, and the fulfillment of the things you wish for.&amp;nbsp; Have a very blessed New Year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&amp;nbsp; Remember that this new years eve is the blue moon, (the second full moon that falls in one months period)&amp;nbsp; Take advantage of this special time and the extra special energy that comes with it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-7691280253592559122?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7691280253592559122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7691280253592559122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7691280253592559122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-year.html' title='The Coming Year'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SzlUOycczNI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OnCCUCIHkd0/s72-c/berries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3839403967483478542</id><published>2009-12-16T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:46:21.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SylTWoFKTOI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aTzuk7cnej0/s1600-h/christmas+tree+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SylTWoFKTOI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aTzuk7cnej0/s320/christmas+tree+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;First off let me say that I am sorry that I have not been as consistent with my entries here... Yet this time of the year always seems to keep me on my toes and the time is never enough... This year it seemed to creep up on me quickly as if I was not paying much attention... Although I can say that I think today I did my last shopping.&amp;nbsp; All the packages that I need to have sent have been put in the post and are on their way... Most of them of course being sent to the 2 little sweeties to the left.&amp;nbsp;I love shopping for kids at Christmas... It is what makes it fun for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my other gifts, although some were purhased, were handmade.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoyed doing that this year and will probably continue to do so in the years to come... Of course there are my cooking creations which I still have a few to make... Unfortunately most of these things can not be done until the days draw closer.&amp;nbsp; I will say that the snowball recipe I posted last, turned out to be great and I have already started my second batch... The will definately be a new favorite each year... So easy and so economical... Another thing I have strived to be more this year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SylTMqKG2HI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PGAsucfeIfA/s1600-h/christmas+02+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SylTMqKG2HI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PGAsucfeIfA/s320/christmas+02+%232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am not crazy about the idea that I will not be able to see my grandkids this Christmas yet my daughter has kept me well up to date with all their Christmas photos as you can see.&amp;nbsp; They truly seem to grow every time I see them.... even in pictures... If weather permits I am hoping on taking a trip to see them after the first of the year sometime... Plus the new baby will be here in April.. which truly is not that far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I hope that as the busy times slow I will be able to spend more time here... I truly want to share more of my crafty/cooking side here.&amp;nbsp; Yet if by chance it is a while until I venture back, I wish all of you a wonderful Yule Season.&amp;nbsp; May it be filled with the warmth of friends and family.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-3839403967483478542?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3839403967483478542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3839403967483478542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3839403967483478542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SylTWoFKTOI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aTzuk7cnej0/s72-c/christmas+tree+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5112425459445547068</id><published>2009-12-10T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:23:18.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nans Christmas Snowballs'/><title type='text'>A New Christmas Goodie - Nan's Christmas Snowballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SyD-aSE0NMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RHuWR36mluk/s1600-h/cake+balls+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SyD-aSE0NMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RHuWR36mluk/s320/cake+balls+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I love finding new recipes, especially at the holiday season and especially when they are so easy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://sunlightontheboughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-made-my-first-batch-of-cake.html"&gt;Nan at Sunlight on the Bough&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;posted about these goodies a few days back and yesterday she posted how to make them.&amp;nbsp; What I love about this recipe is that it is one of those things that can tast so good and cause those around you to think you spent hours preparing... yet they are truly so easy.&amp;nbsp; I just had to share the secret.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;- First you take a boxed cake mix and prepare it according the package&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You can use any flavor according to &lt;a href="http://sunlightontheboughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-made-my-first-batch-of-cake.html"&gt;Nan&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She used Lemon in hers, I decided on a more general flavor:&amp;nbsp; Butter Cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; When the cake is cooled crumble it up into a large bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I thought this was sort of fun really.&amp;nbsp; I think kids would love helping as you get to pull the cake from the pan and just crumble it up with your hands.... You can even sneak a bite or two if you like, what fun is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Into the crumbled cake stir one can of your favorite cake icing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once again according to &lt;a href="http://sunlightontheboughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-made-my-first-batch-of-cake.html"&gt;Nan&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;you can use any flavor you like.&amp;nbsp; She used Lemon once again in hers.&amp;nbsp;I tried sour cream frosting as it is my favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SyD-bKbnm_I/AAAAAAAAAug/ZcYbCLZ0rFk/s1600-h/cake+balls+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SyD-bKbnm_I/AAAAAAAAAug/ZcYbCLZ0rFk/s200/cake+balls+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When the mix has been blended well, spoon into small balls and place on a cookie sheet you have covered with wax paper to prevent slipping.&amp;nbsp; The mix is a bit sticky.&amp;nbsp; A helpful note, I found it helpful to wash my hands a few times to take the excess goo off, as I choose to roll my balls with my hands.&amp;nbsp; I have a symetrical fetish what can I say.&amp;nbsp; Place the balls in the freezer or a very cold place for aproximately 48 hours.&amp;nbsp; Seeing that Nan resides in northern Indiana where the great northern blew in this last week, she was able to sit hers on her back porch with a nice cool temperture near freezing.&amp;nbsp; I resided to placing mine in my freezer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SyD-cHqgrUI/AAAAAAAAAuo/UrT8GT4xhtk/s1600-h/cake+balls+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SyD-cHqgrUI/AAAAAAAAAuo/UrT8GT4xhtk/s320/cake+balls+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Once you have let them sit, melt one package of Vanilla Almond Bark and dip each hardened ball.&amp;nbsp; You can use sprinkles for color and a nice festive touch.&amp;nbsp; I just started mine last night so currently they are sitting in the freezer.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow I will have the pleasure of dipping them and boxing them up.&amp;nbsp; I usually do not post a recipe without tasting it yet this was far to simple and with just the instructions I have a feeling they are going to taste similar to those little petti fours you get at times... Plus the combinations of flavors are endless.&amp;nbsp; I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://sunlightontheboughs.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-made-my-first-batch-of-cake.html"&gt;Nan&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for sharing as well as the use of her photos of her creations.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-5112425459445547068?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5112425459445547068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-christmas-goodie-nans-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5112425459445547068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5112425459445547068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-christmas-goodie-nans-christmas.html' title='A New Christmas Goodie - Nan&apos;s Christmas Snowballs'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SyD-aSE0NMI/AAAAAAAAAuY/RHuWR36mluk/s72-c/cake+balls+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3314468861440865500</id><published>2009-12-08T10:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:02:24.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><title type='text'>Give Peace A Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sx54cMcH-PI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CahZFm0B4QU/s1600-h/john.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sx54cMcH-PI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CahZFm0B4QU/s320/john.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is hard to believe that it has been 29 years.&amp;nbsp; Many times I wonder what all John would have given us if he had had the opportunity to live those years... yet we will never know.&amp;nbsp; What would his opinion be today of the world and all it has come to.&amp;nbsp; In another time and another place, he's probably laughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sx53oX8LCqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/MMVHd9MBSTs/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sx53oX8LCqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/MMVHd9MBSTs/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are missed, that goes without saying..... You are remembered for you gave and more....... You are loved by so many......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Winston Lennon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 9, 1940 - December 8, 1980&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2813971788362069525-3314468861440865500?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3314468861440865500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-peace-chance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3314468861440865500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3314468861440865500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-peace-chance.html' title='Give Peace A Chance'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sx54cMcH-PI/AAAAAAAAAt4/CahZFm0B4QU/s72-c/john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-45560528389508755</id><published>2009-12-04T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:45:20.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Goodies - A Great Christmas Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/SxkT11LGptI/AAAAAAAAAj0/vAxg_UebCLs/s1600-h/goodies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/SxkT11LGptI/AAAAAAAAAj0/vAxg_UebCLs/s400/goodies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;As most of you know I truly love to cook.&amp;nbsp; It is something that has been with me for as long as I can remember.&amp;nbsp; I remember as a little girl mixing together ingredients and baking small spice cakes&amp;nbsp; before I could even read a cookbook.&amp;nbsp; I knew the basic ingredients and I would make up my own recipes.&amp;nbsp; They really didn't taste that bad, and still I have a fondness for spice cakes to this day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am participating in &lt;a href="http://domesticwitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/almond-sandies.html"&gt;Home Crafted Holidays &lt;/a&gt;over at Domestic Witch and today is my day to share some of the things I do at Christmas time.&amp;nbsp; Although this year I am hand crafting many of my gifts, each year there is one thing that I do without fail and that is make goodies for my friends and&amp;nbsp; family.&amp;nbsp; Each year I try and make a new recipe just to try something different yet I always have my familiars that everyone wants for sure.&amp;nbsp; One of these regulars are Toffee Almond Sandies.&amp;nbsp; A cookie recipe I found some time back that just sounded good and after I tried it I have made it every year since.&amp;nbsp; I would like to share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/SxkTzEUKmyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/9Evj5uZIwF4/s1600-h/Toffee+Almond+Sandies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/SxkTzEUKmyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/9Evj5uZIwF4/s320/Toffee+Almond+Sandies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span new="" roman?,="" serif;?="" style="font-family: Georgia,;" times=""&gt;The recipe is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 cup butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 cup vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 cup confectioners sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 teaspoon almond extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4 1/2 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;teaspoon cream of tarter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;cups sliced almonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1 package English Toffee bits OR Almond butter brickle chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I prefer the toffee, yet of course it is one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp; In a mixing bowl, cream the butter, oil and sugars.&amp;nbsp; Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.&amp;nbsp; Beat in the extract.&amp;nbsp; Combine flour, baking soda, cream of tarter, and salt;&amp;nbsp; gradually add to the creamed mixture.&amp;nbsp; Stir in almonds and toffee bits gently.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Drop by teaspoons about 2 inches apart onto an ungreased cookie sheet.&amp;nbsp; Bake at 350 degrees for 10 to 12 minutes or until golden brown.&amp;nbsp; Remove and let cool then enjoy.&amp;nbsp; This recipes makes aproximately 9 dozen.&amp;nbsp; I know thats alot of cookies yet seeing that I give these away I like the larger recipes so I don't have to skimp.&amp;nbsp; If you are a lover of sandies, I can tell you these are wonderful.&amp;nbsp; The recipe is easy enough to adjust to other nuts if you would like besides almonds, such as pecans, cashews etc.&amp;nbsp; If you do this though remember to exclude the almond extract.&amp;nbsp; Kept in an air tight container these cookies last a long time.&amp;nbsp; They have a wonderful texture that allows them to be moist and delicious even after packing and sending abroad.&amp;nbsp; Plus it always puts such a wonderful smell in the kitchen and house when you cook.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-45560528389508755?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/45560528389508755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-goodies-great-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/45560528389508755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/45560528389508755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-goodies-great-christmas.html' title='Christmas Goodies - A Great Christmas Giveaway'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/SxkT11LGptI/AAAAAAAAAj0/vAxg_UebCLs/s72-c/goodies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3144020082285724112</id><published>2009-11-30T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:34:19.528-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>And So It Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SxPRwU-2geI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ydEs8Y3gxeI/s1600/christmas+bulb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SxPRwU-2geI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ydEs8Y3gxeI/s640/christmas+bulb.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well Thanksgiving is past and we are about to embark on the second half of the holiday season.&amp;nbsp; Each year it seems that this time of preperation for the upcoming events begins earlier and earlier.&amp;nbsp; In my opinion this seems to drastically take away from the specialness of the holiday itself. Yet I do not think that this "tradition" will change anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Christmas has become a commercial holiday whether we like it or not.&amp;nbsp; The black Friday and Cyber Monday sales that have become almost as popular as the 2 holidays that they fall between prove this.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong I love a good bargain and I am not above trying to find a specific object at a great price especially in this time when funds seem to be tighter than normal.&amp;nbsp; Yet camping out a day or sometimes 2 before the event starts to verify that you will be able to charge that store at the front of the line just seems sort of wrong.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Black Friday falls the day after Thanksgiving, thus if you do choose to camp out to secure your spot you will more than likely miss Thanksgiving dinner.&amp;nbsp; What a trade that is.&amp;nbsp; I would so much rather sit in the cold huddled in a pup tent eating cold food so that I may have a chance at one of the 2 or 3 items then store has marked way down.&amp;nbsp; Sitting around a table in a warm house with loved ones eating a wonderful hot meal does not sound at all pleasing to me compared to this... I can not help but think somewhere our priorities got a bit skewed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can not talk to loud, Vincent &amp;amp; I put the lights up around the house a couple weeks ago, and my tree is already up.&amp;nbsp; While I was cleaning and preparing for company over Thanksgiving, I thought I would just kill 2 birds with one stone and get it out of the way... What an attitude.&amp;nbsp; Yea, it is done and I will not have to worry about it but still.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I guess in truth the only way one can combat this growing trend (or should I say fungus) is to start within ourselves.&amp;nbsp; I truly do love the holiday season.&amp;nbsp; I love the cooking of all the Christmas goodies, the wrapping of the presents and writing of the Christmas cards.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy giving to those who are not as fortunate and help them to have a special Christmas, especially the children.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I intend to start my holiday "traditions" tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; My Christmas cards will begin to be sent, the peppernuts, and gingersnaps will&amp;nbsp; begin to be made, and I will more than likely wrap a few presents and place them under the tree.&amp;nbsp; This year it is going to be very much a homemade Christmas, with very little of the high tech gadgets and such.&amp;nbsp; Although finances are the main reason for this, I think that it may become another "tradition" of mine.&amp;nbsp; It has helped me to realize the manner in which we have begun to trivalize this special time of year and to reflect more on the true meaning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As you start your "traditions" or continue them throughout the month of December, I wish you peace and warm wishes for quiet real Yule time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-3144020082285724112?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3144020082285724112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3144020082285724112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3144020082285724112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And So It Begins'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SxPRwU-2geI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ydEs8Y3gxeI/s72-c/christmas+bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-4814859448744537909</id><published>2009-11-24T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:01:35.172-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgivng</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Swvl9WFRo1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y1-K07I12_M/s1600/perfection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Swvl9WFRo1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y1-K07I12_M/s640/perfection.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A quick note for any and all who may be wondering where I have been lately or where I may be in the near future.... Our router went out on friday eve so we were without internet access over the weekend.... This happened the weekend before yet I thought it was just a fluke with service so did not get it looked at as I should have... One of those wonderful times when I was told "I told you so"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Next of course is the mere fact that it is thanksgiving week and we are having a house full, so I am busy with cooking, cleaning... etc.. you know all the good stuff you get to do before family comes and visit.&amp;nbsp; I am excited about all the cooking yet know that it will take lots of time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I will say that the to do list I spoke of last week, well it did get done and then some with the help of Vincent.... It is so nice having help..... If I do not have get the opportunity to write this week, I would like to wish any and all a wonderful thanksgiving week... I hope that it is filled with loads of delicious food, good times with friends and family, and quick and easy clean up time.... Til I venture thru again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-4814859448744537909?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4814859448744537909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgivng.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4814859448744537909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4814859448744537909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgivng.html' title='Thanksgivng'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Swvl9WFRo1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y1-K07I12_M/s72-c/perfection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6027467942412061674</id><published>2009-11-20T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:06:02.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My To Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Swa6DXFQ8JI/AAAAAAAAArs/LckmDdOsYOU/s1600/sage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Swa6DXFQ8JI/AAAAAAAAArs/LckmDdOsYOU/s640/sage.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As this weeks draws to a close and once again I have not done "all" the things that I was wishing I would get done , I can not help but reflect back on&amp;nbsp; the things I did accomplish and be glad.&amp;nbsp; Not all of the things were items that were on my list at the beginning of the week, however in the end they ended up being just as important or more so then those I jotted down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Granted I still have a bit more time left to see if I can complete all the items plus some on my list yet I know myself well enough to know that that will more than likely not happen.&amp;nbsp; (at least I am honest)&amp;nbsp; I am so glad that as time has passed in my life that I no longer fret about the things that go undone knowing that many times the things that seem to "come up" and take their place many times hold some importance that we do not know of.&amp;nbsp; I wish I would have learned this lesson earlier in my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It is not that I did not know it, it is just that I was caught up in that thing we call "life".&amp;nbsp; You know all those things you just know you have to accomplish and have done.&amp;nbsp; I am not saying that this is such a bad thing, I am just saying that some of it is un-neccessary...Maybe it is just a thing you don't realize until you get older and a bit slower and you have more of an opportunity to look at life from a perspective of stepping back instead of being smack dab in the middle.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure, I am just glad that this clarity has come to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I know now that it is the small things in life that are so precious... Those things we think will be there forever, that we take for granted.&amp;nbsp; We seem to especially do this with people.&amp;nbsp; If you are like me you do not necessarily like to think of someone no longer being with you yet the possibility is always there.&amp;nbsp; Life is a precious thing and something I think we very much take it&amp;nbsp;for granted on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; Yet it can be taken to even a more simplier formula.&amp;nbsp; The simple moments that we allow to fall through our fingers because we are just too busy.... the beauty of a sunrise or sunset, The feel of a warm breeze on our face, the joy of falling in the snow and making snow angels, the wonderful aroma that is there that first moment you open a fresh bag of coffee and the list could go on and on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It seems that each day brings the possibility of new stresses to our lives, new worries.&amp;nbsp; Whether it be political, financial, relationship related, and so on. It is crucial that we allow ourselves the time to be a little selfish and tend to our sanity.&amp;nbsp; In the end, we will be happy we done so.&amp;nbsp; Not just for what it will do for ourselves, but also how it will help us to be there for others who have not relized the importance of such times.&amp;nbsp; Have a wonderful weekend... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-6027467942412061674?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6027467942412061674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6027467942412061674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6027467942412061674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-to-do-list.html' title='My To Do List'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Swa6DXFQ8JI/AAAAAAAAArs/LckmDdOsYOU/s72-c/sage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6231013329549144820</id><published>2009-11-18T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:05:51.888-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SwQn6hoeqSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/QSG7TYJl9J4/s1600/sewing+machine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SwQn6hoeqSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/QSG7TYJl9J4/s640/sewing+machine.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know it is not my birthday until tomorrow yet I received the best present ever from Vincent.&amp;nbsp; For some time I have had a desire to start sewing.&amp;nbsp; Not that I am what one would call an expert, there was just a few things I thought I would like to try my hand at.&amp;nbsp; Most of them extremely basic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyhow, imagine my surprise when I received the brother 900 d.&amp;nbsp; It not only sews it also embroideries.&amp;nbsp; It is strange to me still that so many things these days practically does all the work for you.... and yes this machine is no exception.&amp;nbsp; I am currently working on an advent calendar for my grandkids.&amp;nbsp; I think I may have bit off a bit more than I thought in the beginning yet it is great fun.&amp;nbsp; I will be sure and let all of you see when it is finished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Just wanted to share with you my joy... Have a great Wednesday.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-6231013329549144820?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6231013329549144820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6231013329549144820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6231013329549144820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SwQn6hoeqSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/QSG7TYJl9J4/s72-c/sewing+machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7836217067682728178</id><published>2009-11-16T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:51:36.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SwGrNb_eYEI/AAAAAAAAAp0/klX_5Q3ivUE/s1600/wood+and+feed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SwGrNb_eYEI/AAAAAAAAAp0/klX_5Q3ivUE/s640/wood+and+feed.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The last couple weeks have been anything but like fall.&amp;nbsp; The temperatures were well into the 70's and a few times in the 80's.&amp;nbsp; The heater had not been turned on.&amp;nbsp; Flowers still bloomed through out the yard, even the new marigolds that sprouted from seeds I had scattered earlier.&amp;nbsp; I had began to wonder if it was ever going to get colder.&amp;nbsp; Yet mother nature did not disappoint me, as she never does.&amp;nbsp; Over the weekend, a nice front from up north blew itself down our way, It brought with it much colder temperatures (in the 40's) and a little bit of moisture.&amp;nbsp; Some were even lucky enough to see a few snow flurries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am glad as finally I feel a bit more in the festive mood.&amp;nbsp; It is always during this time when I start my cooking and such, and the warmer weather was making it hard to get into the mood.&amp;nbsp; Finally it feels like a good time to put on a big pot of chicken noodle soup and maybe whip up some home made bread... Finally I want to stay indoors and do all the things I need to because it is too cold to go outdoors.&amp;nbsp; Finally......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Although I will miss the warm temperatures in mid November; I look forward to the cold sleep of winter... Thanksgiving is next week and good foods are on the menu to be prepared.... If all goes well a few of the recipes will be shared here... Take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-7836217067682728178?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7836217067682728178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7836217067682728178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7836217067682728178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='Finally.......'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SwGrNb_eYEI/AAAAAAAAAp0/klX_5Q3ivUE/s72-c/wood+and+feed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8240556743238138868</id><published>2009-11-12T15:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:04:28.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah Biokman'/><title type='text'>Early Christmas for Noah, Send Your Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Svx3RHEuCSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/bY8swxgkukQ/s1600-h/Original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Svx3RHEuCSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/bY8swxgkukQ/s320/Original.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I just had to share this with everyone as I knew you would want to take part if you have not already.&amp;nbsp; See below... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little boy who is battling cancer is feeling the love from people around the world. Five-year-old Noah Biorkman is in the final stages of the disease. His family along with complete strangers are helping him celebrate Christmas early this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noah's family will celebrate Christmas November 13 and 14 this year. Noah loves Christmas cards and what started out as a request for cards, has turned into a flurry of well-wishes from people all over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The response has been overwhelming. In just one day alone, the Post Office in South Lyon delivered 80,000 pieces of mail. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Priebe, the officer in charge of the Post Office in South Lyon, says he's never seen anything like it. He says even during the Christmas season the Post Office doesn't see this much mail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noah's South Lyon address spread fast on facebook and blogs with the address in South Lyon. Take note -there's been an address change, but you can still send your well wishes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send your card or letter to: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noah Biorkman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1141 Fountain View Circle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;South Lyon, MI 48178&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-8240556743238138868?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8240556743238138868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/early-christmas-for-noah-send-your-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8240556743238138868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8240556743238138868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/early-christmas-for-noah-send-your-love.html' title='Early Christmas for Noah, Send Your Love!'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Svx3RHEuCSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/bY8swxgkukQ/s72-c/Original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-344013526296600225</id><published>2009-11-12T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:47:33.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Kadosh'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Surprise - And It's Not Even My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvxxHQVR7hI/AAAAAAAAAoE/t8s-o10lsRw/s1600-h/birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvxxHQVR7hI/AAAAAAAAAoE/t8s-o10lsRw/s400/birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows I love surprises even when I act like I don't...&amp;nbsp; And I have to say that today I received a wonderful one.&amp;nbsp; Next week is my birthday and with 2 of my three children living out of state I always know that means surprises in the mail.&amp;nbsp; The great thing about it is that my birthday is not boxed into one day.&amp;nbsp; And the other days that it may be are always a surprise to me as I don't know for sure when I will receive their well wishes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well today was one of those surprise days.&amp;nbsp; My middle son and his sweet fiance, who lives back east in Alexandria, VA sent me the most wonderful gift.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvxxI_MViSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/xTYfw0HtNuE/s1600-h/bd+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvxxI_MViSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/xTYfw0HtNuE/s200/bd+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;An orginal painting by Dorothy Kadosh.&amp;nbsp; It is so beautiful and the full moon just leaps out at you.&amp;nbsp; The tree is painted in some sort of three-d sense and wraps around the canvas making the picture even more vivid.&amp;nbsp; Dorothy is an artist from Pennsylvania.&amp;nbsp; She is also known for her work as a renowned Astrologer.&amp;nbsp; Her life sounds very interesting, I look forward to learning more about her as I am sure I will have to goggle her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvxxFsvRcdI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7eYUZyPcsQs/s1600-h/bd+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvxxFsvRcdI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7eYUZyPcsQs/s200/bd+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Also in the box of surprises&amp;nbsp; was a small Chinese food container with a fortune cookie, 2 tiny oragami turtles, and a pair of beautiful silver &amp;amp; purple earings...&amp;nbsp; It was a wonderful start to the week before my birthday.&amp;nbsp; I guess turning 48 is not that bad after all.&amp;nbsp; A big thank you to Zac and Shannon for making my Thursday a bit more brighter.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait to see you all at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Love you both bunches..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-344013526296600225?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/344013526296600225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderful-surprise-and-its-not-even-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/344013526296600225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/344013526296600225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/wonderful-surprise-and-its-not-even-my.html' title='A Wonderful Surprise - And It&apos;s Not Even My Birthday'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvxxHQVR7hI/AAAAAAAAAoE/t8s-o10lsRw/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1594257804526459534</id><published>2009-11-11T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:25:21.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soaring through the world in pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature vs. Man'/><title type='text'>Off Playing In the Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrVLCKwe8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/4xbkYaeavAk/s1600-h/leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrVLCKwe8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/4xbkYaeavAk/s640/leaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yes, I know I have not written in a while.&amp;nbsp; Yet the weather has been so nice it has been hard to stay inside... but then I said that the last time I wrote didn't I.&amp;nbsp; At least yesterday I was productive.&amp;nbsp; We went for a drive and ventured to Red Rock State park in Hinton Oklahoma.&amp;nbsp; It was a perfect day and since the park is located in a canyon the wind was non existent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrVRG7C__I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Kyr2nL6BCDg/s1600-h/fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrVRG7C__I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Kyr2nL6BCDg/s320/fire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Better still the trees were simply beautiful and still abundant with color.&amp;nbsp; Definately some of the most vibrant colors I have ever seen in Oklahoma.... I am glad that&amp;nbsp; I allowed Vincent to take me off and simply play yesterday as the weather is somewhat more dreary today and it is a much better day to be inside doing all the things I need to do to catch up.&amp;nbsp; I will say that I was able to shoot many new photos so be on the look out for then.&amp;nbsp; I am excited about sharing them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrVNbAVBdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VXGjAxBsJy0/s1600-h/calm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrVNbAVBdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VXGjAxBsJy0/s320/calm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I also recently joined a group blog site entitled &lt;a href="http://photosharingworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soaring Through The World In Pictures&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is an accumlative site where people through out the world share their photograghy views and photos.&amp;nbsp; I am quite excited to begin sharing.&amp;nbsp; Something else I need to do today.&amp;nbsp; Have a wonderful Wednesday and I promise to be more attentive to my Rantings blog in the days to come... I feel the cooking bug a coming.... blessings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-1594257804526459534?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1594257804526459534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/off-playing-in-leaves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1594257804526459534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1594257804526459534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/off-playing-in-leaves.html' title='Off Playing In the Leaves'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrVLCKwe8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/4xbkYaeavAk/s72-c/leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7707167203395606526</id><published>2009-11-11T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:27:42.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veteran Day'/><title type='text'>Remember and Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrXho45JsI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JWZvdLrWhrI/s1600-h/dc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrXho45JsI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JWZvdLrWhrI/s640/dc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Remembering those who gave so we could have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Veterans Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-7707167203395606526?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7707167203395606526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-and-honor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7707167203395606526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7707167203395606526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-and-honor.html' title='Remember and Honor'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvrXho45JsI/AAAAAAAAAmg/JWZvdLrWhrI/s72-c/dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7773570351862619164</id><published>2009-11-08T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:34:07.841-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><title type='text'>The Calm Before the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Svb_Kte8yiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/tUwnJZL6g7Q/s1600-h/multi+bush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Svb_Kte8yiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/tUwnJZL6g7Q/s400/multi+bush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The last week has been simply wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Temperatures well above normal and sunshine in abundance.&amp;nbsp; It has been difficult to focus on anything being done inside.&amp;nbsp; I will admit I have spent many an hour outside enjoying the unseasonable weather and at times doing nothing at all but just sitting and smiling.&amp;nbsp; Yet I know that this activity can not last much longer.&amp;nbsp; Just as the weather will surely turn colder to match the seasons, I will once again need to become busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the holiday run.&amp;nbsp; Or so that is how I look at this time.. Thanksgiving is not far away then Christmas will soon be close behind.&amp;nbsp; I love the festive season although I also dread it.&amp;nbsp; It seems that so much becomes somewhat of a rat race.&amp;nbsp; I have opted this year to make it a more rustic holiday.... Cooking, homemade things... Simple and down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I always enjoy tremendously cooking at this time of year.... The goodies are always so tasty and it warms the house.&amp;nbsp; Plus the aromas are heavenly.&amp;nbsp; The smell of cinnamon and cloves is one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Look for many a recipe in the following weeks and also probably stories about memories past.&amp;nbsp; This is always a good time to reflect on our pasts as well as our present and to realize all we have to be thankful for.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy your Sunday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-7773570351862619164?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7773570351862619164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/calm-before-storm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7773570351862619164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7773570351862619164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/calm-before-storm.html' title='The Calm Before the Storm'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Svb_Kte8yiI/AAAAAAAAAlY/tUwnJZL6g7Q/s72-c/multi+bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5185309641947513724</id><published>2009-11-05T12:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:35:22.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Be With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/SvMTW1U3slI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MJKCfvhVU9Q/s1600-h/ppeeace19cr4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/SvMTW1U3slI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MJKCfvhVU9Q/s400/ppeeace19cr4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What exactly is Peace?&amp;nbsp; All week I have been wondering what I would write about today.&amp;nbsp; I somewhat knew what I wanted to say, yet could I put it down in a way that would convey the message I was wanting to get across?&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, especially about things I feel passionate about, I tend to be a bit overly agressive with my views.&amp;nbsp; It is not that I want to come across as a know it all or someone who thinks only her views are right.&amp;nbsp; It is just that my convictions are so strong that I want so badly to be sure that I was able to get my message across. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I think that Peace can be defined in many ways by many people.&amp;nbsp; To some they see it as the state of a country.&amp;nbsp; Are they at war?&amp;nbsp; And even if they are not at war, how is their govenment running the country?&amp;nbsp; Is it fair?&amp;nbsp; To others it may be the status of their work place.&amp;nbsp; Is it comfortable?&amp;nbsp; Are the people freindly and is management fair and just in their treatment of their employees?&amp;nbsp; Still to others, it may be the enviroment of their home life.&amp;nbsp; Are they in an abusive marriage?&amp;nbsp; Are cruel words spoken on a frequent basis?&amp;nbsp; Is tension a constant companion to them?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I myself feel that Peace needs to be found within oneself before it can ever be found elsewhere.&amp;nbsp; Chaos can be found all around us everyday.&amp;nbsp; And many times this is what the average person chooses to see.&amp;nbsp; The chaos of the person who pulled in front of you and steals the parking spot you "know" you saw first.&amp;nbsp; The chaos of 95% of television these days that choose to exploit violence or drag so called "reality" everything out as we as people just love to watch others suffer.&amp;nbsp; The chaos of allowing ourselves to be swayed by the words of someone elses anger and views rather than to seek out the information and come to our own conclusion.&amp;nbsp; And the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Peace on Earth would be a beautiful thing... and in a perfect world we would have that.&amp;nbsp; And truly I do hope that one day it will be that way.&amp;nbsp; Yet I also know that before we can get there we need to realize the things that block us from achieving such a state and start doing something about it.&amp;nbsp; Getting rid of the bad to make room for the good so to speak.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Asking yourself if you feel the war is necessary.&amp;nbsp; And if you feel it isn't making your voice and opinion known.&amp;nbsp; By no means do I mean to demean our troops with this statement.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing I feel is more admirable than one who serves their country.&amp;nbsp; In fact I feel it should be mandatory for all to serve.&amp;nbsp; Yet I feel it is an injustice to send them to war based on reasons that are unwarrented.&amp;nbsp; If anything disrepects them, I think this does.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Standing up for those who lives are not peaceful and stop burying our heads in the sand and act like it does not exist.&amp;nbsp; There is violence everyday that occurs that goes unreported, unchallenged, unchanged.&amp;nbsp; Stand up for those who can not stand up for themselves, no matter where they come from, what color they are, or what they believe.&amp;nbsp; An injustice is an injustice.&amp;nbsp; It does not take such things into consideration before it occurs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And lastly look at yourself, what is your attitude?&amp;nbsp; We all have those days.... bad mood, bad hair, whatever... Yet many times we have a choice.&amp;nbsp; Make an honest effort to become more positive, more peaceful.&amp;nbsp; Realizing that much of this is based on what goes into oneself.&amp;nbsp; Garbage in... garbage out... yea I know it is corny and an old saying but sometimes it is just what we need to hear.&amp;nbsp; Stand up for what is right even if it costs you.&amp;nbsp; Stand up for what is just, even if it does not benefit you.&amp;nbsp; Stand up for Peace,&amp;nbsp; even when it means you may have to fight for it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-5185309641947513724?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5185309641947513724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5185309641947513724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5185309641947513724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-be-with-you.html' title='Peace Be With You'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbJDI96Zapk/SvMTW1U3slI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MJKCfvhVU9Q/s72-c/ppeeace19cr4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7211008478973854294</id><published>2009-11-04T17:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:59:28.078-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew Bellamy'/><title type='text'>Muse - "Undisclosed Desires" Video Premiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvITXKUytgI/AAAAAAAAAko/-hCNucmcFwM/s1600-h/muse+10-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvITXKUytgI/AAAAAAAAAko/-hCNucmcFwM/s200/muse+10-12.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Many of you know that I am a die hard Muse fan.&amp;nbsp; Recently they released a new album - "The Resistance".&amp;nbsp; Personally I feel it is outstanding, yet I will admit that I tend to be partial.&amp;nbsp; However, I think that anyone would be amazed at the extreme talent of these 3 boys from Devon England.&amp;nbsp; Matthew Bellamy, lead guitarist and definate front man for the band is amazing.&amp;nbsp; (Can you tell he's my favorite).&amp;nbsp; He pushes the bar on all he does creating a style that is uniquely theirs.&amp;nbsp; Chris, the bass player as well as Dom the drummer interject their own methods creating sheer perfection.&amp;nbsp; I thought that it was time that I give you a chance to sample a bit of their music and make up your own minds.... Their 2nd single from their recent album is due out November 16th.... It is entitled "Undeclosed Desires"... Click the link and be prepared to listen to the next big thing....enjoy the sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=100379364"&gt;Muse - "Undisclosed Desires" Video Premiere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-7211008478973854294?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7211008478973854294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/muse-desires-video-premiere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7211008478973854294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7211008478973854294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/muse-desires-video-premiere.html' title='Muse - &amp;quot;Undisclosed Desires&amp;quot; Video Premiere'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvITXKUytgI/AAAAAAAAAko/-hCNucmcFwM/s72-c/muse+10-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8705291835895361410</id><published>2009-11-03T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:02:46.438-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Moons Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='full moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phases of the moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><title type='text'>An Eventful Weekend - With a Little Bit of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBOTWBmw8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/KKSev1ku09k/s1600-h/November+morning+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBOTWBmw8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/KKSev1ku09k/s400/November+morning+moon.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I could not help but venture outside this morning and snap a couple pictures of the beautiful full moon before it set in the western horizon.... It has been a beautiful thing to gaze at the last few evenings.&amp;nbsp; Our wonderful warmer temperatures for the first of November has kept the skys clear and clean.&amp;nbsp; Just as the Almanac predicted the first couple weeks of November are to be above average temperature with little moisture.&amp;nbsp; Yet the earlier rains of October were ample for filling our pond completely so the yard is looking wonderful.&amp;nbsp; The willows are&amp;nbsp; shedding their leaves continuously and I have decided to not even worry about trying to clean any up.&amp;nbsp; I like the golden color it gives the grass anyway.&amp;nbsp; It melds nicely with the still green grass below.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBPzCFH4jI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Ov9tdqe2plc/s1600-h/camo+kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBPzCFH4jI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Ov9tdqe2plc/s320/camo+kitty.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Plus Sunny thinks he is quite camoflauged underneath its color.&amp;nbsp; To aid in his continuous hunt for the elusive egret that relishes in taunting him whenever he get a chance... It lends itself to afternoon entertainment when weather allows us to sit on the back porch .&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBOJsSlruI/AAAAAAAAAjw/L6MSZ_0XzXo/s1600-h/Halloween+supper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBOJsSlruI/AAAAAAAAAjw/L6MSZ_0XzXo/s320/Halloween+supper.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This time of year always lends itself to me being in the kitchen more... And it seems like this year I am enjoying it even more.&amp;nbsp; i have found and tried several new recipes.. Vincent is enjoying all the extra effort as he is my official taster.&amp;nbsp; For Halloween I made Sheep Herders pie with baked Acorn Squash (a new taste for me) and cinnamon roasted corn.&amp;nbsp; I know cinnamon &amp;amp; corn... but it really tasted quite good... Then I made my honey fairy cakes for desert with homemade whip cream... Needless to say we were quite fat and happy when it was all over.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBE0FtwbbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fDiE-BBojJ8/s1600-h/close+up+runes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBE0FtwbbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fDiE-BBojJ8/s320/close+up+runes.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Lastly, Vincent and I have been working on making runes out of the fallen willow from out many trees around the pond.&amp;nbsp; I hated to see it go to waste so we thought we would put it to good use.&amp;nbsp; They are turning out nicely and we are both enjoying tremendously the adventure it has brought us.&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling it may lead into other projects for the two of us.&amp;nbsp; Something I am quite looking forward to.&amp;nbsp; By the way I am giving away a set of the runes on &lt;a href="http://mothermoonsmessage.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-giveaway-willow-moon-runes.html"&gt;Mother Moon&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;my other blog.&amp;nbsp; If you are interested in entering... hit the link for details... Until next time, enjoy your day, may it be filled with many opportunities to realize your blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-8705291835895361410?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8705291835895361410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/eventful-weekend-with-little-bit-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8705291835895361410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8705291835895361410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/eventful-weekend-with-little-bit-of.html' title='An Eventful Weekend - With a Little Bit of Everything'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SvBOTWBmw8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/KKSev1ku09k/s72-c/November+morning+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2784810987971818321</id><published>2009-11-01T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:02:10.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Su4gtkhxNGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lrY-1t4nqFU/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Su4gtkhxNGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lrY-1t4nqFU/s400/2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is nothing like little kids all dressed up for Trick or Treat... Even better when those little kids are your grand kids... Had to share these 2 photos... what kind of a gg would I be if I didn't.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Su4gyJ82WWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/S1J8cuODBNc/s1600-h/lady+bug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Su4gyJ82WWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/S1J8cuODBNc/s400/lady+bug.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Only thing missing was me to be there with them.. but distance has a way of doing that.&amp;nbsp; Want to also brag on my grand daughter and say that she was on the principal honor roll for this period of school as well as winning the art award for her overall grade.&amp;nbsp; This is the second time she has done this... I am quite proud of this little sweetie... She loves school which I think is a great thing... But enough bragging from GG.&amp;nbsp; I will leave it at that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-2784810987971818321?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2784810987971818321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2784810987971818321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2784810987971818321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Su4gtkhxNGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lrY-1t4nqFU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5066860993138394301</id><published>2009-10-30T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:42:39.516-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SusUDgXgmHI/AAAAAAAAAio/xDmOCZqP6c4/s1600-h/Cozumel+Tiip+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SusUDgXgmHI/AAAAAAAAAio/xDmOCZqP6c4/s320/Cozumel+Tiip+035.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Five years ago, I was given the blessing of being reunited with the boy I loved since I was 7 years old.&amp;nbsp; He was my brothers best friend as I grew up so he was around often.&amp;nbsp; Plus growing up in a small rural Oklahoma town as we did, we ran into each other often... However he was 3 grades ahead of me and I was the little sister of his best friend.&amp;nbsp; I was also a very timid child, something many people find hard to believe in my later years.&amp;nbsp; I admired him from afar and secretly told myself that he would someday be my husband.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alas though this did not happen, at least not in the time frame I thought is would.&amp;nbsp; He married first then myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As years went by both of our marriages were not what neither of us had expected or desired.&amp;nbsp; We hung in for various reasons, kids, vows &amp;amp; oaths, and the hope that it would eventually get better.&amp;nbsp; When it didn't we severed the ties and started our new lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then in August 04 my oldest sister passed suddenly.&amp;nbsp; I remember being at my mothers house the day after, sitting in the living room thinking of all that swam so swiftly around in my head.&amp;nbsp;Wondering how I was going to be able to cope with the grief and the loss of her.&amp;nbsp; Then I heard my brother outside say his name, Vincent Sheik.&amp;nbsp; As I went out the front door and saw him, it was as if all those feelings I had as a little girl came rushing back into me.&amp;nbsp; I felt giddy and silly and when he hugged me it was as if I did not want to let him go.&amp;nbsp; We were connected instantly and have been ever since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that although I lost my sister, that she was the one who brought the 2 of us together.&amp;nbsp; Today is our 3rd wedding anniversary and in a sense it is so fitting.&amp;nbsp; As it is also a time when we will thank Rosie, my sister, for being the angel that gave us both what we had always been looking for:&amp;nbsp; happiness and love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-5066860993138394301?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5066860993138394301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5066860993138394301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5066860993138394301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SusUDgXgmHI/AAAAAAAAAio/xDmOCZqP6c4/s72-c/Cozumel+Tiip+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6752217312477681392</id><published>2009-10-28T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:53:10.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self evaluation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Picture As Janie Sees It'/><title type='text'>Whats A Woman To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuiNi9GqnwI/AAAAAAAAAig/rd3fmej82rs/s1600-h/Mr.+Sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuiNi9GqnwI/AAAAAAAAAig/rd3fmej82rs/s320/Mr.+Sun.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Although there really is no reason, this week seems to be turning into an extremely busy week.&amp;nbsp; It seems that anymore the days just run together and many times I need to look at the calendar on a daily basis to realize what day of the week it is.&amp;nbsp; I used to go by Vincent's work schedule yet as of late that has been almost none existance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It has been a different kind of year for me to say the least.&amp;nbsp; Growing up&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;a single mother household, where money was not a thing that was freely available, I grew up with the notion that working was an everyday thing.&amp;nbsp; At least 5 days out of the 7 of each week.&amp;nbsp; When I quit my jobs over 2 years ago,&amp;nbsp; it was a bit strange yet I was glad to do it as it meant much more time with my grandkids whom I would be watching on a much more frequent basis.&amp;nbsp; For the 2 years that they were around I did not think much about not working outside the home; as they were a great distraction for me.&amp;nbsp; Yet these days, almost 9 months since I last gg-sat them, I find myself trying to fill my time in other ways.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Granted when I first stopped working outside the home, I wanted some of that extra time to be filled with me time and a chance to focus on pursuing my dreams and aspirations.&amp;nbsp; Yet really at first it just didn't seem possible.&amp;nbsp; Between taking care of grandkids, my house, and Vincent when he was home from work I kept myself busy to say the least.&amp;nbsp; Now I can no longer use that as an excuse.&amp;nbsp; I have been writing more and have rekindled a love for it and a desire to work on past works as well as start new.&amp;nbsp; I have been actively working more on my photography and trying to find my niche in this genre as well.&amp;nbsp; It seems to be constandly changing.&amp;nbsp; Blogging has become a fondness of mine also as I have met some wonderful people.&amp;nbsp; It has allowed me to expand and explore areas of myself that I had not done prior.&amp;nbsp; All in all I guess I have grown, and been busy.... even if I have not been working outside the home or bringing home a paycheck to prove my productivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Recently I have started working more in the area of creating.&amp;nbsp; By this I mean working with herbs, creating my own incense, candles and such; built my first broom with the help of Vincent as well as&amp;nbsp; my first set of homemade runes.&amp;nbsp; I want very much to create in a natural method.&amp;nbsp; As of yet not all my herbs are home grown, yet this is my desire; at least as much as is possible.&amp;nbsp; My broom is out of all natural items.&amp;nbsp; As we had cleaned up much of the willows around our pond, I hated to see the wood go to such waste and decided to find some means of using it, thus the handle for my broom.&amp;nbsp; The runes as well are being created out of the fallen wood that we have.&amp;nbsp; I am excited about this new avenue of my life and the fulfillment it is giving to me.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to share with you a little bit more of the personal side of myself.&amp;nbsp; Thanks as always for your patience and listening ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last weekend we attended the "Ghouls Gone Wild" parade with my oldest son and his family.&amp;nbsp; It was lots of fun.&amp;nbsp; Head on over to &lt;a href="http://thepictureasjanieseesit.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html"&gt;My Photograhy site - The Picture As Janie Sees It&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to check out some of the photos I captured.... Enjoy your hump day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-6752217312477681392?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6752217312477681392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-woman-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6752217312477681392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6752217312477681392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-woman-to-do.html' title='Whats A Woman To Do'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuiNi9GqnwI/AAAAAAAAAig/rd3fmej82rs/s72-c/Mr.+Sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3730864612143110322</id><published>2009-10-26T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:35:49.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Sunny and the Egret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbW7gS_dI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pXVtA-xP3d8/s1600-h/stalking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbW7gS_dI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pXVtA-xP3d8/s320/stalking.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know I have told you many stories about Sunny my neutered tom cat the great bird killer.&amp;nbsp; Well he has recently become a bit more gutsy with his attempts.&amp;nbsp; Recently we have had an egret visit our pond on occasion to feast on the small frogs and tadpools that can be found.&amp;nbsp; Sunny has gotten into his mind that he is going to catch the grand daddy of all birds... "The great Egret"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbQw88CgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rWpeBjhUTO8/s1600-h/close.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbQw88CgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rWpeBjhUTO8/s320/close.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The funny thing is to watch him as he stalks the bird repeatedly around the pond.&amp;nbsp; Crouching down in a manner that leads me to believe he truly thinks he is stalking this bird.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He has gotten fairly close to it at times.&amp;nbsp; However I think the bird is just playing with him.&amp;nbsp; If Sunny does manage to get close to him, he just walks a bit out into the water, as he knows Sunny would not even think of venturing out into it; even if it meant he could have a feast to match no other.&amp;nbsp; Yet I guess as any male ego, Sunny is getting a boost on his.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbgSI6mSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EvWC5uIb9QI/s1600-h/stalking+again.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbgSI6mSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EvWC5uIb9QI/s320/stalking+again.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And it is nothing but good entertainment for myself to sit and watch his valent attempts.&amp;nbsp; Maybe with perserverance and fortitude he will eventually accomplish his attempts, yet truly I think the bird is only messing with his mind.&amp;nbsp; It has to be a female, as only a female would continually taunt in such a manner.&amp;nbsp; However there are times when he does get his courage up and attempts one of those familiar leaps in the air hoping to spring on his prey in surprise and have all that he dreams of.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbTlvUBpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IYfy3tj0U6I/s1600-h/missed+again.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbTlvUBpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IYfy3tj0U6I/s320/missed+again.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yet alas, he still comes up empty handed and ready to try again another day.&amp;nbsp; Ah, my Sunny.... I just have to love the old lug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-3730864612143110322?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3730864612143110322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunny-and-egret.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3730864612143110322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3730864612143110322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunny-and-egret.html' title='Sunny and the Egret'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuXbW7gS_dI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pXVtA-xP3d8/s72-c/stalking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7135839088011479173</id><published>2009-10-24T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:30:43.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><title type='text'>The Costumes Have Been Choosen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuLxSOiNQTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/XFPcdNXIBHY/s1600-h/ladybug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuLxSOiNQTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/XFPcdNXIBHY/s400/ladybug.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;While I was visiting the grandkids, I was lucky enough to help out in the choosing of the costumes for this Halloween... First I was amazed at the variety of Halloween Costumes in this day and age.&amp;nbsp; When I was a child.... oh yea I said I was not going to tell those old people stories (hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyway... my granddaughter had her heart set on being a Bee, yet decided on a lady bug when seeing this costume.&amp;nbsp; I think she looks better in red myself.&amp;nbsp; Plus Lady bugs are good luck. I really think it was all about the leggings.&amp;nbsp; She shoul have lived in the 70's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My grandson on the other hand... Had to be some form of monster.&amp;nbsp; That is after we convinced him that he really did not want to be a car.&amp;nbsp; Kachoow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuLy7wTUfRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JK6bN6q9YXI/s1600-h/dino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuLy7wTUfRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JK6bN6q9YXI/s320/dino.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuLxU2KL-9I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GG56KDQQA-8/s1600-h/dino+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuLxU2KL-9I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GG56KDQQA-8/s320/dino+2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He choose the massive T-Rex.&amp;nbsp; Which seems only fitting as his nickname is B-Rex.&amp;nbsp; I love that when he turns sideways you can't see his face and he really looks like a dinosaur... if only this blog had sound effects.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-7135839088011479173?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7135839088011479173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/costumes-have-been-choosen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7135839088011479173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7135839088011479173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/costumes-have-been-choosen.html' title='The Costumes Have Been Choosen'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SuLxSOiNQTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/XFPcdNXIBHY/s72-c/ladybug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3602169891674963294</id><published>2009-10-21T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:45:19.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughty Naughty Pets'/><title type='text'>Naughty Naughty Keifer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St8azZnFeMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/1fWrd1wXYrU/s1600-h/naughty+keifer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St8azZnFeMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/1fWrd1wXYrU/s640/naughty+keifer.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You know those crane games... The ones that cost an arm and a leg to get a tiny prize that costs maybe 25 cents.&amp;nbsp; Well I love them.... It is a favorite of&amp;nbsp; Vincent's also.... So whenever we have the opportunity (especially with the grandkids) we attempt to get our prize.&amp;nbsp; As always I have my ample supply of quarters in hand for several attempts.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately my own kids (now grown) can attest that this has been something I have been addicted to for some time... (it is my closet secret).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St8a4NYOd_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/76I0b5E5yE4/s1600-h/naughty+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St8a4NYOd_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/76I0b5E5yE4/s320/naughty+2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyhow, last week while visiting a local hamburger joint we spied the huge crane machine and of course had to attempt it... We were lucky enough to get 3 prizes in all.&amp;nbsp; Two of them at once... Needless to say the kids were excited.. As Kylie received her Purple Bear with Orange accents and Brexton his Yellow Bear as well as Keifer.... I immediately fell in love with Keifer... His name alone was perfect "Naughty Naughty Keifer"&amp;nbsp; His little teeth and strange shaped body.... Brexton said I could have him.&amp;nbsp; Although I really expected him to renig on his gift before we went home.&amp;nbsp; But when I told him that I would take him home and he would stay on my bed always... He did not budge.&amp;nbsp; So Keifer came home with me.... I have sat him back in the spare bedroom.... Come to find out there are several other naughty naughty pets.... Hedley the chicken, Killer Kiwi the devil cat, Blue Burt the Budgie, and so many more... If you like a slightly warped sense of humor or just a good laugh&amp;nbsp;head over their&amp;nbsp;web site... Its a hoot... &lt;a href="http://www.naughtynaughtypets.com/"&gt;Naughty Naughty Pets&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And thank you Brexton for your gift.... I simply love it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-3602169891674963294?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3602169891674963294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/naughty-naughty-keifer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3602169891674963294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3602169891674963294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/naughty-naughty-keifer.html' title='Naughty Naughty Keifer'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St8azZnFeMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/1fWrd1wXYrU/s72-c/naughty+keifer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8118867624319223387</id><published>2009-10-20T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:19:25.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chldhood memories'/><title type='text'>Halloween Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St5f4ATYARI/AAAAAAAAAe4/JPlod1ecKcQ/s1600-h/halloween+cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St5f4ATYARI/AAAAAAAAAe4/JPlod1ecKcQ/s320/halloween+cookies.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I promised you details on a few of the things I did while away in Tennessee.&amp;nbsp; Well here was probably one of the funnest things I did with my grandkids.&amp;nbsp; We made Halloween cookies while mom and Vincent were downstairs watching Texas beat OU in football.&amp;nbsp; Although may I say neither team played thier best or even close to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St5f67e2FeI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PnXyvDyqT4Q/s1600-h/ghost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St5f67e2FeI/AAAAAAAAAfI/PnXyvDyqT4Q/s200/ghost.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had so much fun mixing up the dough, rolling it out and cutting it into shapes.&amp;nbsp; Of course we also ate a little.. Ok we ate alot but isn't that what we are suppose to do.&amp;nbsp; I know that some of these cookies are hard to make out what they may be... The funky one under the first pumpkin.&amp;nbsp; That is a butterfly.&amp;nbsp; Self created by Kylie.&amp;nbsp; The one beside the first pumpkin.. a witch... The idea was fun and I think I can safely say we had just that.&amp;nbsp; Lots of fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St5f5hHt_NI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y7GP-LiSOk0/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St5f5hHt_NI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y7GP-LiSOk0/s200/pumpkin.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-8118867624319223387?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8118867624319223387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-promised-you-details-on-few-of-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8118867624319223387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8118867624319223387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-promised-you-details-on-few-of-things.html' title='Halloween Cookies'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/St5f4ATYARI/AAAAAAAAAe4/JPlod1ecKcQ/s72-c/halloween+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3589643873097701843</id><published>2009-10-19T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:28:41.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>What I Did Before I Went To Tennessee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Stz_ZCkwkpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/W-CjqtQbDk8/s1600-h/Bono+%26+Edge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Stz_ZCkwkpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/W-CjqtQbDk8/s320/Bono+%26+Edge.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ok many of you think that last week was filled with nothing more than a trip to Tennessee to play endlessly with my grandkids.&amp;nbsp; Well Tuesday thru Sunday was just that, yet Monday night was filled with something much more fun and something that was just for me.&amp;nbsp; Although Vincent did go along with me.. :-)&amp;nbsp; Months ago I purchased tickets to see U2 in concert at OU stadium in Norman OK.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited that I was finally going to get to see them in concert.&amp;nbsp; Yet the following week I received word that they were going to also be in Dallas Texas at the new Cowboy Stadium.&amp;nbsp; Now you are saying I am sure, why would that be so much better when Norman is a mere 20 minutes from my house and I was able to snag onto some excellent seats on the 8th row.&amp;nbsp; Well the answer to that question is simple.&amp;nbsp; Because the opening band was going to be Muse.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Stz_iUcnd3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/yTB_rqMlVjw/s1600-h/muse+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Stz_iUcnd3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/yTB_rqMlVjw/s200/muse+2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now anyone who knows me, knows that I have been an ultra Muse fan since 2004.&amp;nbsp; And although I have seen them in concert 6 times, I could not resist the chance to see them again.&amp;nbsp; I was able to get 2 tickets down front (better than my OK tickets) and for less than I had paid for my Oklahoma tickets.&amp;nbsp; I also was fortunate enough to be able to sell my Oklahoma tickets at face value.&amp;nbsp; It was all good.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say we were excited about going and the great seats.&amp;nbsp; Muse was awesome yet I truly did not expect anything less from them.&amp;nbsp; They opened the show and played 9 of their best songs including 3 from their recently released album "The Resistance"&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; I was prepared for the fact that I would not get to see them as long as I would love to, yet I thought it would be a great pre cursor to their upcoming North American tour next year.&amp;nbsp; When I will be able to see a full show of them and more than likely more than once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Stz_b9YQIPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/oTks8CGOAmk/s200/Bono.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;U2 was great also.&amp;nbsp; Their stage was unreal.&amp;nbsp; Although I heard that it cost 160 millon plus just for the stage.&amp;nbsp; Explains the price of the tickets... but also surprised me that it would be so flambouyant... I mean Bono being the charitable man he is, you would think he could have done alot with that kind of money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Stz_eMzo90I/AAAAAAAAAeI/AbKbR26udgE/s1600-h/Edge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Stz_eMzo90I/AAAAAAAAAeI/AbKbR26udgE/s320/Edge.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am an Edge girl anyhow... So although Bono seems to be the one most go ga ga over... I myself like Edge.&amp;nbsp; Quiet, modest and a hell of a guitar player.... you can tell by all the photos I took of him... Although my camera battery did die before he finally decided to come around the circle and stand smack dab in front of me... Oh well at least I was able to gaze upon him.... It was better than looking at him through my camera lens anyhow.... It made for a late night and a very early morning the next day when we left for Tennessee yet it was more than worth it.... A fantastic concert from both Muse &amp;amp; U2... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-3589643873097701843?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3589643873097701843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-did-before-i-went-to-tennessee.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3589643873097701843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3589643873097701843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-did-before-i-went-to-tennessee.html' title='What I Did Before I Went To Tennessee'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Stz_ZCkwkpI/AAAAAAAAAd4/W-CjqtQbDk8/s72-c/Bono+%26+Edge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2960332613912046170</id><published>2009-10-16T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:45:00.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Moons Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Woodmans garden'/><title type='text'>The Woodman's Garden - Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEH3nzimcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RuXozFFfSBo/s1600-h/white+trunk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEH3nzimcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RuXozFFfSBo/s200/white+trunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sixth installment of "The Woodman's Garden" will be posted today on my sister blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mothermoonsmessage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother Moons Message&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Be sure and check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-2960332613912046170?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2960332613912046170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/woodmans-garden-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2960332613912046170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2960332613912046170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/woodmans-garden-part-6.html' title='The Woodman&apos;s Garden - Part 6'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEH3nzimcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/RuXozFFfSBo/s72-c/white+trunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1824782234672087854</id><published>2009-10-15T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:00:01.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>An American Standard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVlc4MA5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Tu6viQK-01A/s1600-h/supper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVlc4MA5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Tu6viQK-01A/s320/supper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is nothing like home cooked food except maybe home cooked food and a bargain.&amp;nbsp; In these days every penny saved helped.&amp;nbsp; Recently I found these pork cutlets at our local store that were at a price that I just could not turn away.&amp;nbsp; Basically 2 cutlets for no more than $2.00.&amp;nbsp; I remember my mother making steaks (chicken frys as we southern folk call it) with beef cutlets so I thought why not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVj8WDVmI/AAAAAAAAAdg/acalnAGanWI/s1600-h/eggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVj8WDVmI/AAAAAAAAAdg/acalnAGanWI/s200/eggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It is quite simple really, season with salt and&amp;nbsp;pepper and cover with egg.&amp;nbsp; Then dredge each cutlet in flour to cover ample.&amp;nbsp; In a skillet with apx. 1/2 stick of butter melted (about med. heat) lay each cutlet.&amp;nbsp; Cook until golden brown on each side.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVgyHAfMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/16ZRP4tsd94/s1600-h/potatoe+water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVgyHAfMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/16ZRP4tsd94/s200/potatoe+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now for the rest of the meal.. Potatoes... of course.. Cook your potatoes with all the seasonings you wish.&amp;nbsp; I myself use salt, pepper, crushed garlic, and a about a tablespoon of butter.&amp;nbsp; The extra seasonings really add to the flavor and me.. well I am just a garlic freak.&amp;nbsp; I use it in everything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When preparing your gravy it is simple.&amp;nbsp; After your meat is done... keep the drippings on low heat... from the flour used previously spoon about 2 heaping tablespoons into the butter drippings and stir... cook for a few stirring while doing so.&amp;nbsp; Next take the excess water from the cooked potatoes and pour apx. 1 cup into the rue mixture.&amp;nbsp; The gravey will begin to thicken at this point.&amp;nbsp; Use as much water as needed to get the consistency you prefer.&amp;nbsp; The seasoning from the cooked potatoes add a wonderful touch to the gravey.&amp;nbsp; I usually also put about a 1/4 cup to 1/3 cup of milk or half&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;half before it is done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVe3CLkAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/uWDFuudVAoE/s1600-h/green+beans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVe3CLkAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/uWDFuudVAoE/s200/green+beans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Prepare your favorite vegetable and there you go... An American Standard... Good ole Chicken Fry with potatoes and gravy... And the cost is close to $5.00 for the entire meal.&amp;nbsp; You can't go out and get something this good for this kind of money... I gaurentee you.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It is by far a favorite....Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-1824782234672087854?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1824782234672087854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/american-standard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1824782234672087854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1824782234672087854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/american-standard.html' title='An American Standard'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StJVlc4MA5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Tu6viQK-01A/s72-c/supper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-900218085848322358</id><published>2009-10-14T07:00:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:00:01.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Look at These Beautys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StIWUlPEu1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/yjhjj0ysxno/s1600-h/mum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StIWUlPEu1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/yjhjj0ysxno/s320/mum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently Vincent helped his daughter and her husband move out of their home. Have I ever said that Vincent is a Master mover.. If I could pawn him out and make money on it I would be rich... He is good at it. Anyway, with moving you realize all the extras you have that well you just dont know what to do with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well these extras were my gain. Anna was kind enough to give me the 2 beautiful pumpkins she had sitting on her front porch (the flat orange one &amp;amp; the green &amp;amp; orange one) as well as a beautiful large purple mum. Of course purple is my favorite color. I was so excited when they drove up with the little beauties. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StIWcbUhBJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_F1VIK5d-vE/s1600-h/pumpkins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StIWcbUhBJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_F1VIK5d-vE/s400/pumpkins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am planning on saving the seeds from all my wonderful pumpkins this year and planting them for myself next year. With the many varieties (5 to be exact) I have accumulated I should be able to have a wonderful variety myself next Autumn. Who knows I may even be able to share the wealth. I am all for saving a penny and seeing that I paid $8.00 for my big Orange one and she paid $20.00 for hers.. I think I am coming out ahead... Just wanted to share ... Enjoy your Wednesday..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-900218085848322358?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/900218085848322358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-at-these-beautys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/900218085848322358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/900218085848322358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-at-these-beautys.html' title='Look at These Beautys'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StIWUlPEu1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/yjhjj0ysxno/s72-c/mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2028661636697382333</id><published>2009-10-13T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:00:00.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Chicken Pot Pie - Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StH_4oqcCSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3pcVN_1GtOQ/s1600-h/chix+pot+pie+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StH_4oqcCSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3pcVN_1GtOQ/s200/chix+pot+pie+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Learning to cook for 2 has become a bit of a challenge for me.&amp;nbsp; And anyone who knows me knows I love a good challenge.&amp;nbsp; A cooking challenge is probably the best.&amp;nbsp; I have always loved making up new recipes... Truly they aren't recipes as I don't write them down, I just remember them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This one is a simple as pie.... Chicken Pot Pie to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StH_6bkB16I/AAAAAAAAAag/1CihJtNrmiM/s1600-h/chix+pot+pie+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StH_6bkB16I/AAAAAAAAAag/1CihJtNrmiM/s200/chix+pot+pie+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is one of Vincent's favorite things to eat however I refuse to buy the store bought ones as they are either way too expensive or the sodium level is enough to kill a cow.&amp;nbsp; I have been promising to create my own for some time now.&amp;nbsp; Well I have finally done it.&amp;nbsp; The simplicity of it was so that I almost feel guilty I haven't done it sooner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I simply made a medium size pot of chicken soup.&amp;nbsp; I thickened it with some rue to give it a nice thick consistency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StH_7YzYrQI/AAAAAAAAAao/5KR1TRbTfcM/s1600-h/chix+pot+pie+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StH_7YzYrQI/AAAAAAAAAao/5KR1TRbTfcM/s320/chix+pot+pie+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Greased the crock bowl; whipped up some pie crust; Cut a circle of crust for the bottom layer; Spooned in the soup; Covered with another circle of pie crust&amp;nbsp; and egg wash;&amp;nbsp;bake at 350 for about 45 minutes to 60 or until the crust was nice and brown.&amp;nbsp; Of course I cut out some crust leaves to decorate it a bit on the top.&amp;nbsp;And there you have it... Easy, healthy, and they are delicious and perfect for one.&amp;nbsp; Much healthier than any store bought pie and way cheaper... By the way you can also do the same thing with left over soup...It is one way I can trick Vincent into eating the leftovers... Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-2028661636697382333?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2028661636697382333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicken-pot-pie-yum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2028661636697382333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2028661636697382333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicken-pot-pie-yum.html' title='Chicken Pot Pie - Yum'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StH_4oqcCSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3pcVN_1GtOQ/s72-c/chix+pot+pie+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-690285599138484954</id><published>2009-10-12T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:10:00.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Moons Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Picture As Janie Sees It'/><title type='text'>Playing in Tennessee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEJX9hW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JVjqBh49bVE/s1600-h/kylie+wed+old.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEJX9hW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JVjqBh49bVE/s320/kylie+wed+old.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What can I say... I was given another chance to see my grandkids before the year was out and I jumped on it.&amp;nbsp; Even better Vincent is going to come with me.&amp;nbsp; We decided to drive once again.&amp;nbsp; It is an 11 hour trip yet the scenery is sure to prove itself well worth it during this time of year.&amp;nbsp; I will for sure have my camera in hand and ready for any photographic opportunities that may arise and you can rest assure I will post them when I return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEJUdhKSTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/L2TSjga95ZA/s1600-h/simply+adorable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEJUdhKSTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/L2TSjga95ZA/s320/simply+adorable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have been looking for all sorts of activities to occupy our time while we are visiting... However I am sure that much of the time will be spent with just simple play time.... Baking cookies.... carving pumpkins... ready stories.... and lots and lots of hugs and kisses.&amp;nbsp; While I am gone though not to fret.&amp;nbsp; I have made sure that there will be lots to read.&amp;nbsp; I have scheduled some recipes of my favorites, additions to my ongoing story over at &lt;a href="http://mothermoonsmessage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mother Moons Message&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and some unseen photos on &lt;a href="http://thepictureasjanieseesit.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Picture As Janie Sees It&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So be sure and check them out.&amp;nbsp; And be ready... I am sure I will bring lots of new stories and photos when I return... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-690285599138484954?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/690285599138484954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-in-tennessee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/690285599138484954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/690285599138484954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-in-tennessee.html' title='Playing in Tennessee'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEJX9hW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JVjqBh49bVE/s72-c/kylie+wed+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8203143235543053157</id><published>2009-10-12T06:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:50:00.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Moons Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Woodmans garden'/><title type='text'>The Woodmans Garden - Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEGvIi8SwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-xqOsymjF40/s1600-h/necklace+runes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEGvIi8SwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-xqOsymjF40/s200/necklace+runes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Just a reminder to head over to &lt;a href="http://mothermoonsmessage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mother Moons Message&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to catch up on my ongoing story through the month of October.&amp;nbsp; Today part 5 will be posted.&amp;nbsp; Be sure and check out all the other neat things that are also happening.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-8203143235543053157?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8203143235543053157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/woodmans-garden-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8203143235543053157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8203143235543053157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/woodmans-garden-part-5.html' title='The Woodmans Garden - Part 5'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/StEGvIi8SwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-xqOsymjF40/s72-c/necklace+runes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2973970013313458269</id><published>2009-10-09T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:07:50.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grillinig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chldhood memories'/><title type='text'>Grilled Chicken with the trimmings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NOSiMX7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/h4bujRi3NEM/s1600-h/platter%26oil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NOSiMX7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/h4bujRi3NEM/s200/platter%26oil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It seems that as the weather gets cooler we tend to want to start cooking large pots of soup and warm our kitchen while baking fresh bread.&amp;nbsp; Well at least that is something I like to do.. Although I have already done just that, I also enjoy grilling in the cooler weather... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is something about standing around a fire, even if it is inside my grill and is powered by propane instead of a pile of logs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In my quest for the proper chicken, not too fatty, no antibiotics &amp;amp; steroids, etc... Short of raising the hens myself, I think I have finally found one that will suit me.&amp;nbsp; To be honest this organic or grain fed chickens meat seems to me to be much better.&amp;nbsp; Even though the size is not as big the flavor and overall appearance reminds me of the chickens my grandma used to kill in her chicken yard.&amp;nbsp; I would marvel at the way that woman could grab a chicken and with one swoop of her arm pop his head off.&amp;nbsp; And if that did not work, she always&amp;nbsp; had her trusty hatchet.&amp;nbsp; It sounds morbid I know but they are fond memories I have of my grandma... And I always smile when I think of them... Miss you grandma... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NRtyWHJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MNpm-9dnMu0/s1600-h/chix+seasoned+raw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NRtyWHJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MNpm-9dnMu0/s200/chix+seasoned+raw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I like to cover my chicken well with olive oil and seasonings a bit before I plan to grill.&amp;nbsp; This allows the seasonings to get into the meat.&amp;nbsp; The olive oil also helps the meat to not stick as much when placed initially on the hot surface.&amp;nbsp; You do need to be careful though when first placing the meat on the grill as&amp;nbsp; the excess oils can sometimes flare up if they come in contact with a direct flame... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Initially I place the meat on a hot grill around 400 to 500 and sear it good turning it often as to not all allow it to burn.&amp;nbsp; When this is done I turn the burners down to medium and continue cooking.&amp;nbsp; If the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NPztMToI/AAAAAAAAAY4/p4q41wF7Sn8/s1600-h/grilled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NPztMToI/AAAAAAAAAY4/p4q41wF7Sn8/s200/grilled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;appearance is nice, I will transfer the meat to the holding rack above to continue cooking.&amp;nbsp; All in all this is a very quick process and only takes about 10 to 15 minutes at the most.&amp;nbsp; I do not consider myself an expert griller, yet I would say the most important key to good grilling is to not overcook your food.&amp;nbsp; This allows the foods natural juices to remain inside giving it a nice moist taste when you finally do eat it.&amp;nbsp; I myself cook this with an open lid yet at times if all the meat is on the top rack I may close the lid for a brief time to cook it slightly more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NS-eEzII/AAAAAAAAAZI/LoDkeK2FMt0/s1600-h/finish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NS-eEzII/AAAAAAAAAZI/LoDkeK2FMt0/s200/finish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All in all the secret.... Grilling is not just for summer... It is a nice change in the cooler months and even in winter when you are stuck indoors, thinking of the spring or summer to come... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-2973970013313458269?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2973970013313458269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/grilled-chicken-with-trimmings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2973970013313458269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2973970013313458269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/grilled-chicken-with-trimmings.html' title='Grilled Chicken with the trimmings'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ss9NOSiMX7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/h4bujRi3NEM/s72-c/platter%26oil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5729358660595736730</id><published>2009-10-05T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:04:18.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Another Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ssp55mujHQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FNhMxoe0yI0/s1600-h/100_0867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ssp55mujHQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FNhMxoe0yI0/s200/100_0867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well once again I am going to get to go and visit my grandkids... I could not be more happier.&amp;nbsp; Seems that their fall break is an entire week and it is the perfect time to go and spend some quality time with them.&amp;nbsp; It will be a beautiful time to be in Tennessee as the trees will be turning and Autumn will be in full swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ssp50bHe5jI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oadZZay4_Vw/s1600-h/100_0792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ssp50bHe5jI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oadZZay4_Vw/s200/100_0792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It has only been a month since I have seen them last yet still by these recent pictures taken of them it appears they have grown like weeds... Needless to say I am busy getting ready for the trip and I can assure you lots of pictures and postings from all the fun things we get to do while I am there.... I just love being a GG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-5729358660595736730?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5729358660595736730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5729358660595736730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5729358660595736730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-vacation.html' title='Another Vacation'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Ssp55mujHQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FNhMxoe0yI0/s72-c/100_0867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1020067187495046656</id><published>2009-10-01T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:02:41.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Woodmans garden'/><title type='text'>The Woodmans Garden - continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsTSLSRp_kI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h_R_3YDRSHw/s1600-h/Summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsTSLSRp_kI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h_R_3YDRSHw/s200/Summer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Don't forget to head over to Mother Moon's Message and read the second entry to the on-going story "The Woodmans Garden"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-1020067187495046656?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1020067187495046656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/woodmans-garden-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1020067187495046656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1020067187495046656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/10/woodmans-garden-continued.html' title='The Woodmans Garden - continued'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsTSLSRp_kI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h_R_3YDRSHw/s72-c/Summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7703706355548323043</id><published>2009-10-01T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:00:00.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>One of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOP2p3xmNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/e28a90FJHTs/s1600-h/yeahyeahyeahs+lolla+07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOP2p3xmNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/e28a90FJHTs/s200/yeahyeahyeahs+lolla+07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is a side of me that I have not talked about much yet.&amp;nbsp; And surprisingly it is quite dear to me.&amp;nbsp; That is my love of music. Maybe it is because it is somewhat personal to me.&amp;nbsp; Or possibly it is because the genre of music I tend to listen to is not necessarily one that is common to my age group.&amp;nbsp; Who knows... yet as I said earlier it is something that is quite special to me and honestly I would have to say that I seldom go through a day without listening to some&amp;nbsp; form of music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Vincent &amp;amp; I discovered the joys of Music Festivals a few years back and I was quickly sold on them.&amp;nbsp; It quite appealed to my thrifty self.&amp;nbsp; Who would not consider it a great deal when you go to a 3 day festival, see 100+ bands, for the price of 2-3.&amp;nbsp; Our favorite festivals would have to be Bonnaroo in Tennessee and Lallapalooza in Chicago.&amp;nbsp;Bonnaroo giving you the feel of a modern day Woodstock and Lollapalooza the same just with a comfortable hotel bed and hot shower at the end of the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOP8dSHttI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zecurG0YmF8/s1600-h/matt+at+lolla+07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOP8dSHttI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zecurG0YmF8/s200/matt+at+lolla+07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There is just something about still being able to go to a concert and if you want to go to the front of the stage&amp;nbsp; and ride the rail and we like to tease about... you still can... In fact last time when Vince &amp;amp; I went to Lollapalooza, we spent from 1 pm to after midnight front and center at the main stage:&amp;nbsp; seeing such bands as Silverchair, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Clap Your Hands Say Yea, Moe, &amp;amp; Muse (my fave).&amp;nbsp; It was my first time to have crowd surfers going over my head... Not too bad for a 40 some year old woman... And I can't wait to do it again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-7703706355548323043?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7703706355548323043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7703706355548323043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7703706355548323043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='One of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOP2p3xmNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/e28a90FJHTs/s72-c/yeahyeahyeahs+lolla+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6309681629624161597</id><published>2009-09-30T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:38:34.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H1N1'/><title type='text'>Shot.... or No Shot..... That is the Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOEdblEOWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bMMtuw832WU/s1600-h/needle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOEdblEOWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bMMtuw832WU/s400/needle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It seems one of the questions on everyone's mind these days is Do I get the H1N1 shot or not.&amp;nbsp; One can turn on the TV at any given time and the chances of seeing something in regards to this discussion can be found.&amp;nbsp; It is on the internet, the newspapers, magazines, and the common subject in most local places where people tend to hang out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I understand that it can become quite serious in some cases, the&amp;nbsp; overall risk is not as drastic... Most people who have gotten the strain have endured their allotted time and eventually recovered with no problems.&amp;nbsp; Yet the media still prefers to focus on the cases that are much more serious.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a scary thing... knowing there is a flu bug out there that reallly we do not know much about... Because of its severity and quickness to spread we were forced to create a vacine in record time.&amp;nbsp; The one problem with this vacine is just that... that it was created in record time... thus not giving ample time for the normal testing that is done to verify that it is a safe vacine... No trials over a period of time will have been run to check for after effects...Yet still it is brought to us to be sold as a needed necessity if we want to combat this new strain of "killer flu".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOEe1cZ2XI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iS2UWQAg2h0/s1600-h/germs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOEe1cZ2XI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iS2UWQAg2h0/s320/germs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, the health care system of New York announced that they wanted to make it mandatory for its workers to get the vacination.&amp;nbsp; If workers did not comply by mid November, they would forfeit their jobs.&amp;nbsp; I can understand both sides of this issue, however I can not support being forced to put something into ones body that has not been amply tested.&amp;nbsp; Even further still, if it were tested, I can not support such a thing.&amp;nbsp; What is this world coming too if we allow government, employers, etc to tell us what we will do or not do.&amp;nbsp; We can already see this in such things as employers forcing employees to stop smoking or loose their jobs.&amp;nbsp; as well as others... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me..... I don't live in New York, thank goodness, so I don't have to worry about my employment... as I would have to refuse their demand.&amp;nbsp; It is one of those areas where you have to look at all that is involved and pick the one that is the most important in the long run.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-6309681629624161597?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6309681629624161597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/shot-or-no-shot-that-is-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6309681629624161597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6309681629624161597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/shot-or-no-shot-that-is-question.html' title='Shot.... or No Shot..... That is the Question'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsOEdblEOWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/bMMtuw832WU/s72-c/needle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3557666908213392313</id><published>2009-09-29T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:05:38.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Good ol Vitamin C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsIwA06EO3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WjgfN6fXTlw/s1600-h/vitamin+c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsIwA06EO3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WjgfN6fXTlw/s400/vitamin+c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It seems that everywhere you look everyone is afraid of getting sick.. I have noticed recently in certain venues as well as some stores that hand sanitizer is set out in clear sight for anyone who may wish to use it.&amp;nbsp; I am of the belief that if you are going to get sick you will.&amp;nbsp; Not that I do not believe in precautions, as I do believe in cleanliness, yet sometimes I think you can take it a bit overboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last evening after Vincent &amp;amp; I had been out on the bike for a wonderful ride in the brisk fall breeze (15 to 20 mph) I started to feel a bit snifflely.&amp;nbsp; Vincent immediately started to pump the decongestants and such into me.&amp;nbsp; I did have a bit of a worry that I might be coming down with something as we had had lunch with my son and his family on Sunday and they had all just recovered from the crud... Of course the medicine knocked me out like a light as it always does and I ventured off to bed early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Waking up this morning I felt better yet could still tell that I had drainage down my throat.&amp;nbsp; Allergies are tremendously bad here at the moment.&amp;nbsp; With all the rain and cooler weather, mold and ragweed have went crazy... So being on constant Allegra is not unusual.&amp;nbsp; Although I really do not like the way the meds seem to always make me droggy and lacking in pep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsIwEXx4iyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bZI2P3Cjsd0/s1600-h/grandpa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsIwEXx4iyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bZI2P3Cjsd0/s320/grandpa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I was reminded of my grandpa when I was young.&amp;nbsp; He was a man who believed in fresh air and vitamins.&amp;nbsp; Three times a day he would sit in his huge recliner by his desk and take what appeared to be a small shot glass full of vitamins... This always amazed me as there were so many.&amp;nbsp; Of course curiosity always got to me and I wanted one.&amp;nbsp; Yet he would only give me one kind.&amp;nbsp; A big chewable orange Vitamin C.&amp;nbsp; I loved them.&amp;nbsp; He would always tell me that it could cure me of all sorts of things.&amp;nbsp; Of course I would believe him and eat it right up.&amp;nbsp; He did give me a Vitamin E once... but that is a whole nother story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I guess what I am trying to say is... yes it is a bit more scary this summer.&amp;nbsp; There is a bit more out there than just the common cold, allergies or the common strains of flu that come once a year.&amp;nbsp; Yet I can't help but think that if one watches themselves via cleanliness by washing hands and areas around the house, make sure that their home is aired out when possible with fresh air, and keep their health up by eating healthy foods and taking their vitamins that in itself can help tremendously.&amp;nbsp; I know that all this will not prevent one 100% from catching anything but it definately can not hurt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And yes, I still take my Vitamin C, especially in the winter months.&amp;nbsp; And I likewise take my mess of vitamins each day.&amp;nbsp; Yet instead of a shot glass I use the wonderful little Monday through Friday box... Yea I know it is somewhat "old" and I do hide it when company comes... but what can I say it helps me to remember.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-3557666908213392313?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3557666908213392313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-ol-vitamin-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3557666908213392313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3557666908213392313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-ol-vitamin-c.html' title='Good ol Vitamin C'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsIwA06EO3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WjgfN6fXTlw/s72-c/vitamin+c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-643946581240434571</id><published>2009-09-28T08:25:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:08:41.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><title type='text'>Everyone loves a Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsDDHM7kTbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TSL-3hGhDZE/s1600-h/corndog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsDDHM7kTbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TSL-3hGhDZE/s320/corndog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This last weekend Vincent and &amp;nbsp;I went to the State Fair. I think we all have memories of going to the fair, whether it is a simple county fair or the large state fair. Funnel cakes the size of a dinner plate with so much powdered sugar on top that when you are finished you resemble Casper the ghost: Foot Long corndogs that for some reason you would never eat yet here outside at the fair it just taste so good: And the Roasted Corn on the Cob dipped in butter, the most natural fair food I think was ever created. Of course there are your multitude of deep fried items, which I have to say I think is getting completely out of hand. Deep fried mashed potatoes with bacon, deep fried peaches, deep fried Twinkies, deep fried snicker bars, and deep fried pickles to just name a few. Although I will say that a deep fried pickle is not that bad. Guess you can tell that the biggest thing to draw me to the fair is its food selection.... What can I say... I like it... and once a year, can't see that it will hurt too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsC_MnlRhdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fZcUk5NagAg/s1600-h/goat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsC_MnlRhdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/fZcUk5NagAg/s200/goat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides eating we had a wonderful day at the fair. The weather was perfect so of course we rode the Harley, which was great as we were able to have no problem with parking. One of the perks with motorcycles; you are almost always guaranteed a good parking spot. I do not think we could have picked a day with more perfect weather to go. Of course I had to go see the animals yet since we went towards the end of the fair, many of the animals were no longer there. We did however manage to see the goats. I love these animals and would love to have a few of them roaming my yard. They have such a calming face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsC_PWkIThI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4QyqI60N7XU/s1600-h/pumpkins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsC_PWkIThI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4QyqI60N7XU/s200/pumpkins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We also went and looked at many of the exhibits. I love the 4-H exhibits. I am amazed at how much work some of the kids put into their efforts. There was everything from Vegetables, to crafts, to cooking and more. We never did find the building with the regular fair entries. You know the ones with the homemade bread and such and all the wonderful crafts. Maybe we should have gone searching for that "before" we decided to go and taste the Oklahoma wines. Which may I say are quite good! There were many I was unaware of myself and am looking forward to trying again soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsDDV90itiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BXFfXF8mzWA/s1600-h/Rch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsDDV90itiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BXFfXF8mzWA/s320/Rch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All in all it was an enjoyable day. As I said earlier I have fond memories of the fair although I do believe it is not as it used to be. One of the things I noticed was the commercialization. At least 3 of the buildings we went through were just vendors trying to sell their wares. Of course some of these were interesting yet the fact that I went through 3 of these areas and could never find the craft/baked goods sort of saddened me. I guess it is just a sign that times are a changing.... At least I had my roasted corn and brat with kraut... all was not lost...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2813971788362069525-643946581240434571?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/643946581240434571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyone-loves-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/643946581240434571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/643946581240434571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyone-loves-fair.html' title='Everyone loves a Fair'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SsDDHM7kTbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TSL-3hGhDZE/s72-c/corndog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3060760262468097175</id><published>2009-09-27T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:42:33.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Moons Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Woodmans garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Ongoing Story for Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sr9cXzx4qWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LDk70IuxXkQ/s1600-h/Summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sr9cXzx4qWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LDk70IuxXkQ/s200/Summer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am not sure how many of you have checked out my other blog Mother Moons Message, yet I wanted to give you a heads up on something I am trying out over there.&amp;nbsp; I am participating in a couple activities for the month of October. Basically you just have to celebrate the month and post something festive throughout the month in regards.&amp;nbsp; I knew there would be recipes, photos, and such which I could easily make due with yet I wanted to somehow incorporate my writing also.&amp;nbsp; So I am writing an ongoing suspense/mystery story for the month... First installment was posted yesterday, to get the curiosity going.&amp;nbsp; The next entry will be October 1st.&amp;nbsp; I invite you to pop over and take a look.&amp;nbsp; It is titled The Woodmans Garden.&amp;nbsp; Let me know what you think... I welcome any form of criticism.. good or bad.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-3060760262468097175?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3060760262468097175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/ongoing-story-for-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3060760262468097175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3060760262468097175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/ongoing-story-for-halloween.html' title='Ongoing Story for Halloween'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sr9cXzx4qWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/LDk70IuxXkQ/s72-c/Summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-239374758080343270</id><published>2009-09-24T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:26:56.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a busy day yesterday. We traveled and visited the moms. Vincent &amp;amp; ; I are fortunate to have both our mothers living in the same town . It was also my sisters 49th birthday. I rose early and prepared a big pot of chicken and noodles with homemade rolls for them. And of course I had to make my sister a chocolate layered desert for her birthday cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Srteh7GPzqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KX8vJeh9rkI/s1600-h/granny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Srteh7GPzqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KX8vJeh9rkI/s200/granny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hail from a small town in Oklahoma which at the moment has 500 people if its lucky... Yet it is nice to go to a quieter place from time to time. My mother still lives there and will more than likely til the day she passes. She still does not know how to drive a car and spends much of her time crocheting or working on a puzzle. She still enjoys cooking yet doesn't do it as much as she used to... She would probably kill me if she knew that I had put a picture of her on the internet as she knows very little of it and does not like her picture taken anyway.. Yet, I was kind and choose one that did not exactly show her completely even though the chances of her ever seeing this are small..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrtfzvmZB9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/r4VPxzHxvvU/s1600-h/diana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrtfzvmZB9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/r4VPxzHxvvU/s200/diana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister lives with my mom and always has. It is funny to watch the dynamic between the two of them... But they manage. Likewise she does not drive either. Yet as I said before they do manage. My sister has several medical issues which she was born with, yet over the last few years I have learned what a fighter she truly is. She recently ruptured her spleen for no reason and we almost lost her. She was quite the trooper in the hospital and honestly I am not sure if I could have been so cordial and assisting as she was despite the pain and discomfort she was in. She turns the ripe old age of 49 today... Funny but when she was born we were told that we would be lucky if she lived past the age of 2... We have always said that she will more than likely outlive all of us... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Srtf4zNGFcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3TmoI7eM5hs/s1600-h/katie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Srtf4zNGFcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3TmoI7eM5hs/s200/katie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lastly is Katie, Vincent's mother. She is a spunky woman herself who has gone through alot in the last few years. Before her medical issues I think she could have kicked anyone’s butt a time or two, yet a few years ago she suffered an aneurism of the brain and it set her back a bit, yet in time she was close to her old self again, only to take a bad fall a few weeks ago and break her pelvic bone and shoulder. Because of her age and frailness they did not do surgery and once again she is on the mend. Yet she is proving once again that she is a fighter and will more than likely overcome this also. She has come home from the hospital and with the help of daily physical therapy and friends and family she is managing. A home atmosphere is always better than a hospital. I truly think it is her spunk that keeps her coming back. She also beat breast cancer earlier in her life, so it is hard to think anything will be strong enough to bring her down. At least without one hell of a fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trip up to see our family is a little over 2 hours each way.. A long trip yes, but well worth it... Family is a cherished thing... especially when they get older... Don't miss out on the wonderful memories still to be had... Blessings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2813971788362069525-239374758080343270?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/239374758080343270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/239374758080343270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/239374758080343270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-morning.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Srteh7GPzqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KX8vJeh9rkI/s72-c/granny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5977199181932282016</id><published>2009-09-22T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:13:19.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTG2MoRxI/AAAAAAAAATo/mtWk2tyeJY8/s1600-h/plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTG2MoRxI/AAAAAAAAATo/mtWk2tyeJY8/s400/plate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As I am sure Ihave mentioned before, probably several times, I love to cook especially when the weather is cooler.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday being the first day of fall, came in just as it should.&amp;nbsp; It started off a wonderful summer day yet by mid afternoon a cold front had blown in and the weather shifted much cooler.&amp;nbsp; A stiff north breeze made it seem all that much colder.&amp;nbsp; Of course this immediately put me into the mood, so for dinner I prepared one of Vince's favorites Spaghetti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I love the aromas this meal puts through the air... Garlic, Oregano, Rosemary and they are just a few.&amp;nbsp; Of course my sauce starts first, as I love to let it simmer for as long as possible.&amp;nbsp; Start to brown a pound of suasage.&amp;nbsp; I know many people prefere beef, yet to me sausage gives it a bit more of a spicy taste.&amp;nbsp; As that is browning, I add chopped onions, any peppers I may have (green, red, yellow whatever), and a few cloves of garlic.&amp;nbsp; Seasonings of salt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTHwz-wPI/AAAAAAAAATw/2NMJizn_b-E/s1600-h/sauce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTHwz-wPI/AAAAAAAAATw/2NMJizn_b-E/s320/sauce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;pepper, oregano, thyme,&amp;nbsp; and parsley are also added while the meat is browning.&amp;nbsp; I then add about 2 cups of sliced fresh mushrooms.&amp;nbsp;Add a small splash of olive oil,&amp;nbsp;about a Tablespoon or so.&amp;nbsp; You may not necessarily need it but it gives a&amp;nbsp;wonderful hint of taste.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When the meat has cooked thoroughly, I then add my sauce.&amp;nbsp; I am all about easy so... I use a jar of good sphaghetti sauce, 1 can of diced tomatoes, and a small can of tomato paste.&amp;nbsp; On the top I place a fresh sprig of Rosemary.&amp;nbsp; It is wonderful to have my own herbs growing outdoors where I can just go and pick them when I wish.&amp;nbsp; The difference of fresh is wonderful.&amp;nbsp; Cover and let simmer on low while you prepare the rest of the meal and enjoy the wonderful aroma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Next of course are the noodles.&amp;nbsp; While boiling your water, add salt, pepper, 2-3 crushed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTF3Z3TUI/AAAAAAAAATg/nXiWjyRDJwk/s1600-h/Noodles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTF3Z3TUI/AAAAAAAAATg/nXiWjyRDJwk/s200/Noodles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;garlic, olive oil, oregano, &amp;amp; parsley.&amp;nbsp; Place your noodles in when the water comes to a good boil.&amp;nbsp; It seems everyone likes their noodles a different consistency... Yet I remember an old woman once told me the way to check for doneness is to take a couple noodles and throw them at the wall.. If they stick they are done.. Now I dont necessarily do that yet I found her method quite funny.&amp;nbsp; Strain the noodles in a colandar.&amp;nbsp; Much of the herbs added eariler will cling to them giving that much more flavor and appearance to the finished product.&amp;nbsp; The olive oil also helps to keep them from sticking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of course no spaghetti dinner would be complete without garlic toast.&amp;nbsp; Slice up a small loaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTD8uBCjI/AAAAAAAAATY/vsrrqo96UDA/s1600-h/garlic+toast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTD8uBCjI/AAAAAAAAATY/vsrrqo96UDA/s200/garlic+toast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;of french bread and place on a cookie sheet.&amp;nbsp; In a small bowl combine:&amp;nbsp; olive oil, pepper, sesame seeds, 1 Tablespoon butter, and 1-2 crushed garlic cloves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Microwave this briefly just to melt the butter .&amp;nbsp; Spread on both sides of cut bread and broil in oven until lightly brown.&amp;nbsp; Turn as needed.&amp;nbsp; The rest... well that is simple... sit down and enjoy.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say it was an enjoyable dinner and just the right meal to start off our Fall season.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The weather this morning is cloudy and a cool 56... I may just have to bake a little.. I did promise my son a goodie box in the mail.... Enjoy your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-5977199181932282016?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5977199181932282016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/spaghetti.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5977199181932282016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5977199181932282016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/spaghetti.html' title='Spaghetti'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrjTG2MoRxI/AAAAAAAAATo/mtWk2tyeJY8/s72-c/plate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7729189221445599809</id><published>2009-09-21T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:48:37.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Button'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>My Other Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SreBx_KjqiI/AAAAAAAAASg/B036VQStdGM/s1600-h/Yellow+morning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SreBx_KjqiI/AAAAAAAAASg/B036VQStdGM/s400/Yellow+morning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Some of you are already aware of that besides "Rantings" I have a couple other blogs.&amp;nbsp; However there may be a few of you who are not.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to take a moment to invite you to visit my other two sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The first is Mother Moons Message.&amp;nbsp; This is a blog that is quite dear to my heart.&amp;nbsp; It reflects a bit more of a personal side of myself and my inner feelings and beliefs.&amp;nbsp; Although "Rantings" is quite personal too, it is more the mother, wife &amp;amp; grandma (gg) side of me.&amp;nbsp; To some it may bring new enlightenment to your understanding of me.&amp;nbsp; I ask that you view it with an open mind.&amp;nbsp; I am still very much the same person I have always been.&amp;nbsp; This is just an area of my life that is very real and I would like nothing more than to share it with those who know me.&amp;nbsp; I have kept it back far too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The next site is The Picture as Janie Sees it.&amp;nbsp; It is strictly a photography blog.&amp;nbsp; This activity has become one of my most cherished past times.&amp;nbsp; It is an attempt to protray my world via photography.&amp;nbsp; It is still very much in the early stages, as I have learned this can become a very time involving process.. Yet it is something I wish to do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The buttons for each of these bog sites are to the left side.&amp;nbsp; You need only click to venture to the other sides of me... I hope you enjoy them.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to your comments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2813971788362069525-7729189221445599809?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7729189221445599809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-other-blogs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7729189221445599809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7729189221445599809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-other-blogs.html' title='My Other Blogs'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SreBx_KjqiI/AAAAAAAAASg/B036VQStdGM/s72-c/Yellow+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8881689560959833164</id><published>2009-09-19T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:45:15.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://girlichef.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="girlichef" border="0" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/girlichef/blog%20badge/bb2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been saved... by a younger and much wiser (in computer jargon) woman... Heather from Girlchef was my hero for the day.... She helped me out with my button. She did everything but paste it on my site... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And might I add her site is incredible... If you like to cook or if you just like wonderful recipes with some beautiful photography... I urge you to click on the picture above and take a gander... I am sure you will enjoy it... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I already have plans to make the party nuts this weekend during football.... Thanks again Heather you are a doll... But it is like I said... what else would you expect from a Scorpio... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2813971788362069525-8881689560959833164?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8881689560959833164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-my-button_19.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8881689560959833164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8881689560959833164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-my-button_19.html' title='Update on my Button'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/girlichef/blog%20badge/th_bb2-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-4718033997231372579</id><published>2009-09-18T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:14:00.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Button'/><title type='text'>My New Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrOh59m8gEI/AAAAAAAAARw/xdWmG7j_4Fo/s1600-h/ButtonRantings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrOh59m8gEI/AAAAAAAAARw/xdWmG7j_4Fo/s400/ButtonRantings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As some of you may have noticed I have attempted to create and add a button to my site.&amp;nbsp; To be honest this has almost drove me crazy... I finally got the picture added to my sight, figuring out all the little quirks etc.&amp;nbsp; Yet when attempting to figure out the addition of the hmtl text below... well let just say I think my computer savy went out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The instructions I were given were simple enough and I attempted several times to complete them yet each time in doing so, it would raise havoc with my button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Seeing how it only makes sense to me that when there is an easier route that does exactly what I want it to do is available I opted to go for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in saying this, if you opt to post my button to your sight, it is quite simple.&amp;nbsp; You just copy the picture and add it as a picture gadget.&amp;nbsp; There is an area above to add a link.&amp;nbsp; Simply put my blog site:&amp;nbsp; RantingsOfACrazedWoman.blogspot.com&amp;nbsp; Save and it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I am just one of those girls who "has" to be different... Honestly... I am one of them old women who can't figure it out... Have a wonderful weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Janie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-4718033997231372579?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4718033997231372579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4718033997231372579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4718033997231372579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-button.html' title='My New Button'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrOh59m8gEI/AAAAAAAAARw/xdWmG7j_4Fo/s72-c/ButtonRantings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1286336115026570347</id><published>2009-09-17T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:34:15.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrLhmGGvOmI/AAAAAAAAARY/gCorLFLvTL8/s1600-h/Jon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrLhmGGvOmI/AAAAAAAAARY/gCorLFLvTL8/s400/Jon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is no better feeling for a mother than to feel that her children have grown up well and have found someone good to share their lives with.&amp;nbsp; I have been blessed to have that for all of my children.&amp;nbsp; It is something I am very thankful for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There are attributes in all of them that compliment the other and a happiness shared by all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My son in law is celebrating his birthday today and I would just like to wish him a happy birthday along with warm wishes.&amp;nbsp; Not only is he a fantastic daddy to my 2 grandkids and (one on the way)... a great friend and husband to my daughter... and&amp;nbsp;a son in law any mother in law could love... he also is a Captain in the United States Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am thankful for all he gives to his family, yet also thankful for all he gives to his country.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday Jon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-1286336115026570347?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1286336115026570347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1286336115026570347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1286336115026570347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrLhmGGvOmI/AAAAAAAAARY/gCorLFLvTL8/s72-c/Jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1678887919057314401</id><published>2009-09-16T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:34:44.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrJRYtCDEYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z921GmE9Mxw/s1600-h/peanut+butter+cookie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrJRYtCDEYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z921GmE9Mxw/s400/peanut+butter+cookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the cooler weather continues and the sun decides to stay hidden by the clouds, the urge to bake is becoming stronger and stronger... I have tried somewhat to keep myself from its calling yet I think today I will give in. I have decided that my baking season has begun. Even if I have to give all my creations away. The urge is too strong. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thus, today I decided to start small and make some cookies.. Usually Chocolate chip are the usual standby.. I love them soft and gooey, yet Vincent is not fond of them. So I will whip up a batch of his favotite, Peanut Butter. They also lend themselves nicely to the coolness and feeling of the coming Autumn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This recipe is simple and usually one that is a favorite with my grandkids as they love to make the criss cross with the fork. Enjoy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 cup shortning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 cup peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 cup granulated sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 cup packed brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2 tsp baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In a mixing bowl, cream shortning, peanut butter, and sugars.&amp;nbsp; Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition.&amp;nbsp; Sift together flour, baking soda, and salt and add to creamed mixture.&amp;nbsp; If you do not have a sifter, an easy way is to whisk the ingrediants together in a separate bowl, this works just as well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Roll mixture into small balls, aproximately 1 1/2".&amp;nbsp; Place on ungreased baking sheet 3" apart.&amp;nbsp; Flatten with a sugared fork, making the well known criss cross pattern.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Bake at 375 degrees for 7 to 12 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Let cool slightly and remove from baking sheet.&amp;nbsp; Sit back and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extra note:&amp;nbsp; Recently per the Domestic Witch blog (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://domesticwitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://domesticwitch.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) she had a delightful recipe for lavendar sugar, which I intend to use.&amp;nbsp; I think that this would be perfect to use as a dusting on these cookies or possibly the sugar to dip the fork in before making the criss cross.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2813971788362069525-1678887919057314401?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1678887919057314401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/peanut-butter-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1678887919057314401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1678887919057314401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/peanut-butter-cookies.html' title='Peanut Butter Cookies'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SrJRYtCDEYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/z921GmE9Mxw/s72-c/peanut+butter+cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2714788978803811847</id><published>2009-09-15T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:11:08.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chldhood memories'/><title type='text'>Potatoes &amp; Gravy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sq-tnFnjEVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/smu1r8HRAh0/s1600-h/mashed-potatoes-and-gravy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710966765588818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sq-tnFnjEVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/smu1r8HRAh0/s400/mashed-potatoes-and-gravy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sq-tNLgkoNI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WhEgf7gUdKs/s1600-h/mac+and+cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a good reason that some foods are called comfort foods. They give us a feeling of calmness, warmth and often fond memories. Unfortunately many if not all of these foods are not necessarily something that we should be eating at every meal. Unless of course we work a 10 hour day of hard labor. Yet still there are the occasional times when we indulge ourselves and partake of those things that always seem to bring a smile to our face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A comfort food that can well be called one of my favorites is potatoes and gravy... You know the real potatoes cooked up and mashed just right. Then the gravy that is not from a package but made from the drippings of the meat cooked earlier. My mother being the German she is, had several ways to prepare potatoes. And I think I can safely say we had them every day at least once and sometimes twice. From potato pancakes to fried potatoes and onions they were all so delicious. Yet my favorite by far was when she fried pork chops and made potatoes and gravy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have tried over the years to duplicate that taste from her yet I just never seem to get it right. I think much of this is because it just always taste better when someone else prepares food for you.... That is if they are a good cook. Yet from the reviews I receive on my own attempts I am led to believe that I am not too bad at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are a couple other things that give me a smile and a fond memory. My grandma's Lemon Pie: something I later found out she would make just for me when she knew I was coming. Saltine Crackers with a thin layer of real butter spread across the top: This was the treat that my grandma would give us as children when we stayed at her home. Soft white bread with butter and sugar on top: Another treat from Grandma. My moms fried chicken: something I still have not completely perfected. Pie Crust squares: Left over pie crust which is rolled out and topped with sugar and cinnamon. Violet, a woman I worked with when I was young, taught me how to make this. And the list goes on.. I guess I have a few more than just a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comfort foods bring us a feeling of nostalgia. A remembrance of people whom we love and hold dear. They may not be the healthiest food, yet it is hard to say that they are not good for you. As they take the worries of the day and make them disappear for a bit, giving you a moment of serenity and peace. So I say indulge now and then. Give homage to the memories and the people who with just a few bites can make us feel a little bit better, if only for a while. &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/2813971788362069525-2714788978803811847?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2714788978803811847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/potatoes-gravy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2714788978803811847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2714788978803811847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/potatoes-gravy.html' title='Potatoes &amp; Gravy'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sq-tnFnjEVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/smu1r8HRAh0/s72-c/mashed-potatoes-and-gravy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3680380216531421589</id><published>2009-09-14T07:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:55:56.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self evaluation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainy days'/><title type='text'>The Nurturing Power of Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sq46iYTMX6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/rA_txRxCEZU/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381302967067238306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sq46iYTMX6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/rA_txRxCEZU/s400/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are not many who would say that they do not enjoy the rush of cool water falling over their heads.  Yes at times the sudden change in temperature can be a shock, yet it can also be quite refreshing.  Rain is no different.  It is mother natures way of washing away the grime that accumulates, making the world and ourselves once again new.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was a wonderful damp rainy weekend.  A weekend to just sit in the house and read a good book or catch up on movies that you  have not seen in some time or possibly not at all.  A weekend to be still for a bit and enjoy the solitude and peace.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although the sunlight is loved by all, occasionally it is a pleasant change to have a damp cool misty day.  As the rain continues through the beginning of this week, giving glimpses of sunshine as the week progresses, I intend to take advantage of the time.  It is a perfect time to capture some photography that only a foggy wet day can give.  It is a perfect time to sit with a nice cup of hot tea and read a good book.  It is a perfect time to run away into my imagination and work on the story I am writing for my grand kids.  It is just a perfect time to enjoy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although I know that this slow lazy attitude can not be practiced for long, I intend to hold on to it for a bit longer and enjoy its presence.  Happy Monday to all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-3680380216531421589?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3680380216531421589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/nurturing-power-of-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3680380216531421589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3680380216531421589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/nurturing-power-of-rain.html' title='The Nurturing Power of Rain'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sq46iYTMX6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/rA_txRxCEZU/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-1341255160440796426</id><published>2009-09-11T10:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:33:39.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Remberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqptUvXRehI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/haK04KN-vu8/s1600-h/ppeeace19cr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380232907926370834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqptUvXRehI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/haK04KN-vu8/s400/ppeeace19cr4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 11 2001... A date that will forever be etched in the minds of millions. At 8:46 am the world was to be changed forever. Although the attacks that occurred on that day were executed on American soil, the repercussions would in time effect so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of 3017 people lost their lives on this day. Yet the loss was greater still as fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands, wives, children, and friends were also lost. The grief that would blanket us would be felt world wide. Over 90 countries were represented in the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still the death count continues. For out of this event arose another. The current death count for Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation Enduring Freedom (Afghanistan) according to the Washington Post - Faces of the Fallen is 5130. A direct result of the 9-11 attacks, this war shows no sign of ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus today do not just remember the 3017 whose lives were lost 8 years ago today.... Also remember the 5130 who have lost their lives since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still the sobering sadness continues, as this number of 8147 does not include the others. Contractors, Journalists, Civilians of said countries, the family and friends touched by the loss, and so many more. A moment of silence.... A prayer for peace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://projects.washingtonpost.com/fallen/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-1341255160440796426?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1341255160440796426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-remberance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1341255160440796426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/1341255160440796426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-remberance.html' title='In Remberance'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqptUvXRehI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/haK04KN-vu8/s72-c/ppeeace19cr4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-4007578017745656482</id><published>2009-09-10T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:02:48.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roaming Gnome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqgKLUjs0VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G0qClU2mukI/s1600-h/gnome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379560944507343186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqgKLUjs0VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G0qClU2mukI/s400/gnome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always looking for new and inventive ways to prepare food. The simpler the better. On our recent trip to Tennessee, we visited a local pub called "The Roaming Gnome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my son who found it in his search for a good place to eat on the Internet. Seeing that I am a lover of Gnomes, we all decided to visit. Have to say we were quite glad we did... Definitely a local hang out and probably not frequented much by those who are not familiar with the area. All traits of a good place to go, at least in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the over commercialization of much of the Smokies, The Roaming Gnome was a much needed relaxation. After a couple pitches of beer and an array of wonderful appetizers we could easily say that we had made a great choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke of the food... We had what was called Cheese Logs... which basically are homemade cheese sticks. Giving them the name Log was not a mistake.... as they definitely were not sticks... Coupled with fresh homemade marinara sauce that was simply to die for. We also had what was called Irish Boxies. Potato balls deep fried served with sour cream and fresh picante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are ever in the vicinity of Sevierville, Tennessee, make the extra effort to locate this out of the way place... I can assure you it is worth the trouble... Oh, and the picture of the gnome above... that is my own roaming gnome...but then that is a whole other story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-4007578017745656482?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4007578017745656482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/roaming-gnome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4007578017745656482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/4007578017745656482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/roaming-gnome.html' title='The Roaming Gnome'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqgKLUjs0VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G0qClU2mukI/s72-c/gnome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8793641182545626318</id><published>2009-09-09T08:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:13:14.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Birthday Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sqf-DjThT1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zJ0sXtFC8PY/s1600-h/Rue3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sqf-DjThT1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zJ0sXtFC8PY/s400/Rue3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379547616887525202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quickly becoming quite a fan of this blogging. One of its many blessings are the people that you meet. A follower of "Rantings" is doing a simply wonderful thing. She has opted to give presents away on her birthday. Just wanted to drop a quick note about it as it is such a sweet thing to do as well as her blog is quite enjoyable and one that you may just enjoy. Please see the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry... you only have until September 14th to register as her birthday is on the 15th and this is when she is going to draw the winners....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rueandhyssop.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-8793641182545626318?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8793641182545626318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8793641182545626318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8793641182545626318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-giveaway.html' title='Birthday Giveaway'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sqf-DjThT1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/zJ0sXtFC8PY/s72-c/Rue3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5439043852535745918</id><published>2009-09-09T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:02:10.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9-9-9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqgRWTpSWPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/N_9jqFwaYI4/s1600-h/999ishere.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379568829822294258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqgRWTpSWPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/N_9jqFwaYI4/s400/999ishere.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days that everyone finds fascinating as all three numbers of the date are the same... Yes it is September 9, 2009 or as it is better known, 9-9-9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are many reasons that people find this date so fascinating and special yet for me there is mainly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the day that the Beatle RockBand is released. Like many other Beatle fans I have been awaiting this date... Although I think many of us are closet RockBand/Guitar Hero fanatics. I can hardly wait to purchase my copy and start learning. Although I usually play the bass on Guitar hero, I will need to brush up on my skills as George is my favorite beatle thus, I have to play lead. The words, no problem.. I already know them all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-5439043852535745918?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5439043852535745918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/9-9-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5439043852535745918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5439043852535745918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/9-9-9.html' title='9-9-9'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SqgRWTpSWPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/N_9jqFwaYI4/s72-c/999ishere.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6278145020803932104</id><published>2009-09-08T09:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:13:56.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature vs. Man'/><title type='text'>The Long Way Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have arrived home from my trip... It was quite an enjoyable experience, although anytime I have the chance to see my grandchildren or my kids I enjoy it. Our destination was the Smokie Mountains in Tennessee. A beautiful contribution to the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although the area was quite built up and very commercialized. I was somewhat surprised by this as I really was not expecting it. It is a pet peeve of mine. To take such a beautiful area where God has created such beauty and to mar it with billboards and trinket shops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The trip was for my grandson's third birthday so the majority of the time was spent at the water park with the family. Although I do think that it would be a lovely place to sneak away up into the mountains where the existence of man is not as evident. In the mornings the mist covers the hills and you can just feel nature calling you away from the rat race of the multitude of cars and noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe someday I will have another opportunity to visit and this time will experience the quieter side of the Smokies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-6278145020803932104?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6278145020803932104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-way-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6278145020803932104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6278145020803932104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-way-home.html' title='The Long Way Home'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3917110091627291921</id><published>2009-09-01T07:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:14:17.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><title type='text'>Moments in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sp0TS9dJF4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/oM-9d6N8dZQ/s1600-h/brex,kylie+%26+gg+6-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376474746605606786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sp0TS9dJF4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/oM-9d6N8dZQ/s400/brex,kylie+%26+gg+6-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have busily been preparing to take a short trip and visit my grandchildren. My grandson is turning three years old and although they no longer live near me, I would very much like to be with them for their birthdays when it is possible. It has been a few months since I last seen them and I am sure both have grown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has taken some time yet I think I have resolved the fact that I am not able to see them at a drop of a hat anymore. I am fortunate that the drive to see them is not that far. A good days drive, yet it could be worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time seems to go so quickly as you get older. I remember when I was young, all I ever wanted to be was 13 years old. I thought when I turn 13 years old, the world will be right... Whatever, it still had all the same problems as it did before.... and then some. Each time I talk with my grandchildren I can hear a difference in their voice or they tell me of something new they have done or are planning on doing... I realize at these moments that time is fleeting and yes, they are growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing I did promise to myself when they moved was that I would not allow the distance between us to keep me from experiencing their lives and many changes. It is quite different than before yet still I am able to share in the moments. My daughter has been quite good at keeping me up to date with such things and still calls me at times to let the kids tell me good night before they go to bed. No I dont get to tuck them in and snuggle down with them for a bit. Tell them a good story or sing a few songs with them... but still it is a pressence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember that moments are fleeting. Take advantage of all you can. Not just from the little ones but from the older ones and the in between ones... No one ever knows what tomorrow holds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-3917110091627291921?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3917110091627291921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/moments-in-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3917110091627291921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3917110091627291921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/moments-in-time.html' title='Moments in Time'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Sp0TS9dJF4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/oM-9d6N8dZQ/s72-c/brex,kylie+%26+gg+6-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2419350153191264373</id><published>2009-08-31T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:14:40.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>My Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Spw7KvLG45I/AAAAAAAAAPA/viiox3pK448/s1600-h/kaliedascope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376237110821315474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Spw7KvLG45I/AAAAAAAAAPA/viiox3pK448/s400/kaliedascope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am sure you have noticed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;photography&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favorite pastimes.   Sometimes I am amazed at the number of pictures that I have accumulated.  Since I first received my Nikon D8O for Christmas 2 years ago, I have been taking pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started a pictorial blog The Picture As Janie Sees It.  I wanted to be able to show more of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;photography&lt;/span&gt; and the different areas  I shoot.  I would like to invite you to stop by when you have some free time to browse at the pictures.  I can promise you that there will be more to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThePictureAsJanieSeesIt.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-2419350153191264373?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2419350153191264373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2419350153191264373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/2419350153191264373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-photography.html' title='My Photography'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/Spw7KvLG45I/AAAAAAAAAPA/viiox3pK448/s72-c/kaliedascope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-3569871473773366606</id><published>2009-08-28T07:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:14:55.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Barely Holding On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpfPH2RfGUI/AAAAAAAAANY/z8AuHBt5OQU/s1600-h/yellow+hibiscus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374992414024866114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpfPH2RfGUI/AAAAAAAAANY/z8AuHBt5OQU/s400/yellow+hibiscus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As August quickly ends, as it goes it takes with it the last remains of summer... The days have shortened and the mornings are cooler. Each morning the ground is covered with a heavy dew. Fall is fast approaching. I have to be honest and say that I am glad for change. Autumn is my favorite season. I love the changing colors of the trees, the way the animals seem to be overly active preparing for the colder months ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hummingbird feeders are now needing to be filled at least once a week and sometimes more as they prepare for their long journey south not long from now. The grass has slowed and is not needing mowed nearly as much as earlier in the season. Signs of the local Armadillo can be seen through out the yard as he forges for food each night. Even my cats are starting to fatten up. It can be seen in everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still there are a few signs of summer still holding on. My hibiscus still occasionally gives me a brilliant flower to enjoy. I always know when I will be receiving another gift soon, as the bud appears and within a few days another beautiful face appears. They are a beautiful plant. The flower does not stay long, a day maybe two if we're lucky. Yet for that time it lifts its face up towards the sun for all it is worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning when I sat on the back porch to enjoy my morning coffee, I could see the reminder that in a day or two I would once again receive a present. A beautiful red one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take a moment, and enjoy something beautiful and have a wonderful weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Janie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-3569871473773366606?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3569871473773366606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/barely-holding-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3569871473773366606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/3569871473773366606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/barely-holding-on.html' title='Barely Holding On'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpfPH2RfGUI/AAAAAAAAANY/z8AuHBt5OQU/s72-c/yellow+hibiscus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-6313812834319394943</id><published>2009-08-26T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:19:14.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Squares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was not that long ago when our grandchildren would stay with us on a regular basis. We definitely had our routine down. When evening rolled around and it was time for her brother to go to bed, Kylie was ready for the ritual that her and Vince had created. I would tend to her little brother, seeing that he was bathed and dressed for bed. We usually would read a story and do our normal chit chat. Needless to say this took a while before I once more returned to the others. They likewise would begin their nightly tradition of going to the freezer and eating their frozen Reese Cups. It was one of their favorite things to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was given this recipe a few years back by a young girl, whom I worked with. Courtney did not necessarily look like the cooking type yet she made some of the best things to eat. I usually only make these at Christmas time, yet they could be easily be enjoyed year around. They taste very similar to a Reese Cup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 sticks butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups smooth Peanut Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 lb. box powdered sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/2 cup crushed graham crackers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Melt 2 sticks of butter and 2 cups of smooth Peanut Butter. Mix with 1lb. box of powdered sugar, and 1 1/2 cup crushed graham crackers. Spread in greased 9x13 pan. Pat down until smooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 stick butter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 oz. chocolate chips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Melt 1 stick butter with 12 oz chocolate chips. Pour over top of Peanut Butter Mixture. Refrigerate approximately 2 hours or until firm. Cut into bite size pieces and enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-6313812834319394943?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6313812834319394943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/peanut-butter-squares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6313812834319394943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/6313812834319394943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/peanut-butter-squares.html' title='Peanut Butter Squares'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-5783432127923738182</id><published>2009-08-25T09:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:55:17.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chldhood memories'/><title type='text'>French Fries &amp; Coffee with Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpP60AARBaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x8444qwwxqk/s1600-h/cupcoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373914551644390818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpP60AARBaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x8444qwwxqk/s400/cupcoffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started writing this, it was my intention to somehow help those who knew me and others who would eventually know me to possibly understand me a bit more. You see I am not the easiest person to get to know... At an early age, I was a very timid child and kept to myself most of the time. There were reasons for such behavior yet that is something that I do not necessarily want to dive into today. However because of this kind of character, I have always been the kind of person who stands back and observes. Slowly inching my way forward until I feel comfortable enough to dip my toe into the water. And believe me... sometimes this can take a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of this behavior, I have been considered aloof, recluse, snobbish, and just plain wierd... All of which I dont really consider myself... Ok.. maybe the last one, but only at times... In looking over the entries although I do believe that they give insight to me, I wondered if they gave enough..... I guess it is time that occasionally I write a bit more personal... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke earlier that I was an observer. I am sure you know what I mean. The kind of person who just sort of sits back and watches. I have to say that it can be extremely insightful. I have learned that in doing this, one can find out so much about a person.... People like to tell you who and what they are, yet I think that many do not realize that they can say alot of things, yet it is their actions that will truly paint the truer picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the town where I grew up, my mother cleaned the bank on a weekly basis. Since I was too young to attend school I accompanied her. The banker and his wife, took a liking to me, seeing that they themselves did not have children of their own. Each week, while my mother cleaned, Mr. Pate would see it as his duty to give me something to do. This could be a variety of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we would go across the street to the local cafe where he would get me french fries and a cup of coffee. I have to say that it was more milk than coffee. To this day I still drink my coffee the same. He taught me to never drink my coffee with my spoon in the cup. Not only was this unmannerly, it also had the possibility of poking my eye out. Mr. Pate also felt an obligation to see that I was a proper little girl. In the closet next to his office he kept a nail file and nail polish remover. He did not feel it was appropriate for little girls to wear nail polish, so if needed he would clean my nails of any polish and file my nails down to an acceptable length. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Pate was a grandfather figure to me. That is the manner I remember him most. A kind man who was thoughtful and good. Not only to me did I see these actions exhibited yet to many others whom I watched him interact with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some thought the manner of his attention towards me was odd. In later days I even found out that others thought it more than odd and decided to add their own gossip and stories to the mix. I found this revelation sad and it greatly angered me. Yet, people will be people, especially in a small town. When there is no news to pass, there is a good chance that someone will think of something to talk about while they sit around the pool hall or coffee shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-5783432127923738182?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5783432127923738182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/french-fries-coffee-with-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5783432127923738182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/5783432127923738182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/french-fries-coffee-with-cream.html' title='French Fries &amp; Coffee with Cream'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpP60AARBaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x8444qwwxqk/s72-c/cupcoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-8398959527162897690</id><published>2009-08-24T08:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:54:26.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpKltLZV4_I/AAAAAAAAALo/dKUGlIwxtNk/s1600-h/Brex+%26+Kylie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373539500978201586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpKltLZV4_I/AAAAAAAAALo/dKUGlIwxtNk/s400/Brex+%26+Kylie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my grandchildren have moved out of state, much of my communication with them is in the form of letters and/or phone calls. I always look forward to talking to them on the telephone. I love trying to discern what it is my grandson is trying to tell me about each time. I am learning slowly his telephone talk, as he is quick to let me know when it is that I am wrong. My granddaughter is much more articulate and we have had some good conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend, once again we had our weekend talk. However this time there was good news to be told. When my granddaughter called I could hear the excitement in her voice. Something must have happened at school or with one of her friends I thought... Maybe at her tumbling class. I could not have been farther from the truth. As she took the receiver from her mother to talk to me, she quickly blurted out the news... Momma is going to have a baby. Of course she wants a little sister, seeing that she has already had the "joy" of a little brother. A little sister in her mind would just be too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has already began thinking about names for the baby. Of course they are all girl names. I asked her if the baby would sleep with her. She stated, "Only after she is potty trained. Until then she can sleep with my brother." Speaking of her brother, he informed me that he is "super excited too." Although I have a feeling that when April rolls around and a new little one is the center of attention that he may change his mind a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am also "super excited". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-8398959527162897690?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8398959527162897690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8398959527162897690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/8398959527162897690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/SpKltLZV4_I/AAAAAAAAALo/dKUGlIwxtNk/s72-c/Brex+%26+Kylie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-7600199334966099287</id><published>2009-08-21T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:00:23.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Continuous Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long time… much ago&lt;br /&gt;When things were younger still…&lt;br /&gt;When time went slowly&lt;br /&gt;And love was gained by will…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy with eyes of dragons&lt;br /&gt;That shown an emerald green…&lt;br /&gt;Felt love and lust for someone&lt;br /&gt;Whose face he had never seen….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet still he could taste her passion&lt;br /&gt;And yearn her skin to feel…&lt;br /&gt;And long for that one moment&lt;br /&gt;His fate with hers he’d seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His life it seemed was destined&lt;br /&gt;To meld with her as one&lt;br /&gt;Yet nowhere could he find her&lt;br /&gt;Her presence was but gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years he sought her&lt;br /&gt;Her nearness a constant need&lt;br /&gt;Seeking every corner&lt;br /&gt;The path to her to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last one day she faced him&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes a brilliant blue&lt;br /&gt;That shown with Mother Moons own glory&lt;br /&gt;And beamed a love so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands they finally touched her&lt;br /&gt;Ran his fingers cross her skin&lt;br /&gt;Kissed her lips so softly&lt;br /&gt;Wishing so much more to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love transcended others&lt;br /&gt;Much further than all else&lt;br /&gt;For time had waited for this moment&lt;br /&gt;To complete and fill the self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when at last they parted&lt;br /&gt;Something not that either wished&lt;br /&gt;Love still burned and shown as brightly&lt;br /&gt;As when they received the gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out time they seek each other&lt;br /&gt;Wishing only just to find&lt;br /&gt;That one that touched them deeply&lt;br /&gt;And was one of their own kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can ever fill&lt;br /&gt;The void left by that they lost&lt;br /&gt;Never will they yield the search&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the pain or cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will search until they find&lt;br /&gt;The one that filled them with such joy&lt;br /&gt;The love, the passion, and the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;The final ending to their story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By J. Sheik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright 2009 - All rights reserved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-7600199334966099287?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7600199334966099287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/continuous-fate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7600199334966099287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813971788362069525/posts/default/7600199334966099287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com/2009/08/continuous-fate.html' title='Continuous Fate'/><author><name>Janie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00700862286698536520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/S5p0nMtOsyI/AAAAAAAAA80/k9EEp8ck3Xw/S220/Janie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813971788362069525.post-2418395517932724558</id><published>2009-08-20T10:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:17:17.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress relief'/><title type='text'>The Loss of Wonderment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/So1ojPvedCI/AAAAAAAAALA/ueDrkBajcwk/s1600-h/Cozumel+Tiip+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCVyj_6q-AA/So1ojPvedCI/AAAAAAAAALA/ueDrkBajcwk/s400/Cozumel+Tiip+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372064885253239842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To many, living the modern life means dealing with daily stresses brought on by deadlines, worries, and a number of other things. There seems to be no time to just stop and listen to the world around us. There always seems to be something that distracts us from taking the time to stop and with all the senses we have experience the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet also with this faster pace there have come new ways to cope. No longer does one need to grow and harvest their own food, wondering if the yield will be plenty to sustain them throughout the time needed. There are now supermarkets where one can easily go at anytime and purchase any and all they may need. Why take the time to walk in the quiet woods where the wild flowers grow freely and abundantly, gathering some to take home to admire and remind you of your solace. One can always go to the nearest florist and purchase a multitude of flowers that have been purposely grown in conditions which have been altered. Of course, the advantages that have come to us through the years are helpful and naturally one would not wish to do away with them. However they have come with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lost our sense of wonderment. We find the need to work that extra overtime rather than come home and spend time with our family. We choose to stop and pick up take out, rather than fixing a fresh home cooked meal. We stay indoors on a beautiful summer eve as to not miss an episode of the latest reality show on television rather than sit out on the back porch and admire the uniquely beautiful sunset as it paints the sky in pale pinks, oranges and purples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a choice one makes within themselves, whether to take the extra time to experience such joys. Yes, there are those times when it is not a possibility, however in most cases there is no reason that the later of the choices mentioned cannot be taken. Such action could actually help one to deal with the rat race a little more easily. It is hard to believe that one would argue that sitting in a comfortable reclined lawn chair, iced drink in hand, watching the beauty that mother nature can exhibit would be a stressful thing to endure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2813971788362069525-2418395517932724558?l=rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantingsofacrazedwoman.blogspo
