<?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-1012393029078997446</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:33:45.291-06:00</updated><category term='Safety'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='Heads or Tails'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='redheads'/><category term='book recommendations'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Maxine'/><category term='Jewelry Giveaway'/><category term='Janet Evanovich'/><category term='Showgirls'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='Baked Potato Soup'/><category term='Women'/><category term='online book clubs'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Daily Thought'/><category term='King Cake'/><category term='Fireproof'/><category term='Pet Peeves'/><category term='Crash'/><category term='Gardens'/><category term='Louisiana'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Teenage pregnancy'/><category term='Sandra Brown'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='crawfish'/><category term='Keypad'/><category term='Friendships'/><category term='Teachers'/><category term='Zac Brown Band'/><category term='The Host'/><category term='Debbie Macomber'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='arboretum'/><category term='High School'/><category term='riverboats'/><category term='humor'/><category term='Changes'/><category term='blog backgrounds'/><category term='blogging tips'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='Black'/><category term='No Sleep'/><category term='Clint Eastwood'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='legends'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='graphic designs'/><category term='BlockBusters'/><category term='Sunday Stealing'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Gran Torina'/><category term='Etsy'/><category term='Will Smith'/><category term='Crime rate'/><category term='Thursday 13'/><category term='family gatherings'/><category term='Stephanie Meyer'/><category term='Mardi Gras'/><category term='Jillry'/><category term='psychics'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='strokes'/><category term='Pursuit of Happiness'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='nature trails'/><category term='descriptions'/><category term='carpenter'/><category term='Education'/><category term='The Dark Knight'/><category term='Opportunities'/><category term='Hancock'/><category term='family trauma'/><category term='Books'/><category term='20 wishes'/><title type='text'>Little Moments of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7760932404493319591</id><published>2011-11-14T06:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:24:55.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk7HqzGABCE/TsEIZvrkJXI/AAAAAAAABj4/JUREDxx8KWI/s1600/25_en.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk7HqzGABCE/TsEIZvrkJXI/AAAAAAAABj4/JUREDxx8KWI/s320/25_en.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Of  all the gifts you can give a friend, the truthful sharing of who you  are, and where you are mentally, emotionally, and spiritually is the  most beautiful and valuable gift of all. It’s this honest sharing that  serves as the thread that sews a friendship into the warm quilt it can  be, to wrap around you when life feels cold and unforgiving. by Sandra King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7760932404493319591?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7760932404493319591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7760932404493319591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7760932404493319591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7760932404493319591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-favorite-quote-of-day.html' title='My Favorite Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk7HqzGABCE/TsEIZvrkJXI/AAAAAAAABj4/JUREDxx8KWI/s72-c/25_en.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-576259708908602834</id><published>2011-11-14T06:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:20:48.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LSU Is Undefeated!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrOAYYGb6P8/TsEHVHR2OfI/AAAAAAAABjo/GoMqAVc7Kp8/s1600/309515_290868430940545_100000521700658_1081403_439713592_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrOAYYGb6P8/TsEHVHR2OfI/AAAAAAAABjo/GoMqAVc7Kp8/s1600/309515_290868430940545_100000521700658_1081403_439713592_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not normally a  big football fan but I AM a TIGER FAN! Boy let me tell you that was a  nail biting game. LSU is #1 and Alabama #2 so I was expecting a struggle  but not like I witnessed last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sureeeee love 'dem tigers!! They made me proud! My alma mater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSU TIGERS ARE #1!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-576259708908602834?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/576259708908602834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=576259708908602834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/576259708908602834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/576259708908602834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-not-normally-big-football-fan-but-i.html' title='LSU Is Undefeated!!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrOAYYGb6P8/TsEHVHR2OfI/AAAAAAAABjo/GoMqAVc7Kp8/s72-c/309515_290868430940545_100000521700658_1081403_439713592_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1081064703125853621</id><published>2011-02-01T10:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:53:57.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February? Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/TUg3KcPBL9I/AAAAAAAABeY/9rshAPeAWFw/s1600/Three_Key_Words_by_Morgitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568761591761022930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/TUg3KcPBL9I/AAAAAAAABeY/9rshAPeAWFw/s400/Three_Key_Words_by_Morgitos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;February is here already! Where has the time gone? I love February. The month of my son's birthday and let's not forget Valentine's Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But why must we designate one day of the year as a "Day of Love"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't EVERY DAY be a day of LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Sure it's a day where the stores make lots of money off of us! Let's face it. One can get in a lot of trouble if they don't remember their sweetheart on this special day! But wouldn't it be nice for your someone special to think of you everyday instead of this one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;So call me a "Hopeless Romantic"! But I love to be given fresh flowers randomly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Just because you love me. Ahhh. How sweet it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not hard to please! Just reach over and hold my hand will make me smile all the way down to my toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Or how about bringing home a certain candy bar you picked up in the store while buying that pack of cigarettes!? You know. The one you KNOW I love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just small gestures or thoughtful moments can be so romantic. It doesn't have to be a full blown situation such as a "second honeymoon"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that "hopeless romantics" never marry or date "romantic men"?! Are there really any out there? Or have they become extinct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? &lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-1081064703125853621?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1081064703125853621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1081064703125853621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1081064703125853621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1081064703125853621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-already.html' title='February? Already?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/TUg3KcPBL9I/AAAAAAAABeY/9rshAPeAWFw/s72-c/Three_Key_Words_by_Morgitos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6742007803677123614</id><published>2011-01-31T14:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:52:18.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Handbook for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Health:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make time to pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Play more games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Read more books than you did in 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sleep for 7 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't over do. Keep your limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Dream more while you are awake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Each day give something good to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Forgive everyone for everything.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Try to make at least three people smile each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick our friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do the right thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. GOD heals everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The best is yet to come.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-6742007803677123614?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6742007803677123614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6742007803677123614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6742007803677123614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6742007803677123614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2011/01/handbook-for-2011.html' title='Handbook for 2011'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5236117774715317132</id><published>2011-01-31T07:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:27:34.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really miss blogging and have decided to get this up and going again. Go me!  :)  So please stop by and visit me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-5236117774715317132?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5236117774715317132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5236117774715317132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5236117774715317132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5236117774715317132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-well-well.html' title='Well Well Well'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3913911206990487805</id><published>2010-05-07T11:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:08:29.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac Brown Band'/><title type='text'>Zac Brown Band - Pearl Jam's "Black" Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/E_VlafQkMa4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_VlafQkMa4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_VlafQkMa4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Just had to share one of my most favorite songs of my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;What is your most favorite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-3913911206990487805?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3913911206990487805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3913911206990487805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3913911206990487805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3913911206990487805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2010/05/zac-brown-band-pearl-jams-black-live.html' title='Zac Brown Band - Pearl Jam&apos;s &quot;Black&quot; Live'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5433870002266949306</id><published>2010-05-06T15:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:24:01.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Host'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie Meyer'/><title type='text'>A Book Recommendation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;As most of you know by now, I'm an avid reader. And it's not due to the fact that I taught Reading in Elementary grades during my teaching career. Reading has &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; been a huge part of my whole life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may recall me mentioning that I belong to a "book club" with 7 other women who live all over our country. This wonderful group of ladies have opened my world to books I would have never read, if not for them! Who would have EVAH thought I'd read the Twilight Series! Vampires? Me? *giggling* Not hardly! But I became a huge Twilight fan just like the rest of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The same author of the Twilight Series wrote another book, The Host. This Host is Science Fiction for those who don't like Science Fiction!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IT'S A MUST READ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But....I must warn you. Once you get past the first 50 pages you will not be able to put the book down. It reaches right in and grabs you. It pulls you into this web it weaves of suspense. You never know what will happen next. And it has you coming back for more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-Mgl2Fk8II/AAAAAAAABds/yCBJZZUh8m4/s1600/thehostcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468250207104069762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-Mgl2Fk8II/AAAAAAAABds/yCBJZZUh8m4/s400/thehostcover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Check out this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1012393029078997446"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Don't let the weirdness of it discourage you. I assure you it's a MUST READ!&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-5433870002266949306?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5433870002266949306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5433870002266949306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5433870002266949306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5433870002266949306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2010/05/book-recommendation.html' title='A Book Recommendation!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-Mgl2Fk8II/AAAAAAAABds/yCBJZZUh8m4/s72-c/thehostcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1954971925413509624</id><published>2010-05-05T07:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:20:45.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>The Boys Are Taking Over!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so behind with my blogging so I'm going to backtrack a bit.  Let's go back to this past Christmas. I know. I'm that far behind. Shame on me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The family had all gathered together at my house for food and gift sharing. We thought every gift had been opened until my daughter, Jill, announced to us....Mom, Dad...we have one more gift. She handed us a card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This is what was inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-FuQp-aUtI/AAAAAAAABdU/a8hhAxAdHCw/s1600/Jill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467772655029080786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-FuQp-aUtI/AAAAAAAABdU/a8hhAxAdHCw/s400/Jill2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Give up yet? Jill's pregnant! They're going to have a baby!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Uh huh. This is the daughter who a year and a half ago said she was NOT getting married or having children. hehe I'm so glad she changed her mind. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We now know the baby is a BOY! So this will be our 3rd grandson. We also have a granddaughter. I can't tell you how thrilled I am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here Jill is below shopping for a rocking chair. Jill is now 23 weeks. Her due date is August 28th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-FuNBYZI2I/AAAAAAAABdM/QO4oeH81ePw/s1600/Jill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467772592592593762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-FuNBYZI2I/AAAAAAAABdM/QO4oeH81ePw/s400/Jill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Congratulations to Jill and Jason! I couldn't be happier!! And I can't wait to be holding this lil sweet bundle of joy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-1954971925413509624?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1954971925413509624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1954971925413509624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1954971925413509624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1954971925413509624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2010/05/boys-are-taking-over.html' title='The Boys Are Taking Over!!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-FuQp-aUtI/AAAAAAAABdU/a8hhAxAdHCw/s72-c/Jill2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8136550125523654970</id><published>2010-05-04T16:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:27:03.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Grandson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Our family is growing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Brennan Joseph was born on March 2nd. He's the newest addition to our family. My son, Joey and wife Aimee are the proud parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This is their second child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In this pic, he's two months old. Look at that smile! Who could resist that?! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-CWKbZxcdI/AAAAAAAABc0/ezlWAnzo3TE/s1600/28414_1312235559111_1027299247_30723324_7466139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467535053526495698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-CWKbZxcdI/AAAAAAAABc0/ezlWAnzo3TE/s400/28414_1312235559111_1027299247_30723324_7466139_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Poor baby is having so many problems with colic and spitting up. Every now and then he sleeps through the night. Oh the joys of new babies. LOL That's the part I don't miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;But isn't he a cutie though? Of course, I'm a wee bit prejudiced! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8136550125523654970?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8136550125523654970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8136550125523654970&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8136550125523654970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8136550125523654970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-grandson.html' title='A New Grandson!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S-CWKbZxcdI/AAAAAAAABc0/ezlWAnzo3TE/s72-c/28414_1312235559111_1027299247_30723324_7466139_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4878268436709725103</id><published>2010-05-04T01:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:20:55.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remember me? Don't faint. Yep. It's me again. I know you haven't seen me around in a terribly long time. I'm not sure I even have any fellow bloggers who have missed me. =) But I'm going to do my best to keep it rolling this time. Let's just say this might be good therapy for me. We'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Many changes have taken place in my life. There are babies babies everywhere now! Noooo. Not me. Silly. [I'm just an old cow put out to pasture.] I'm speaking of my girls. My daughter-in-law gave birth on March 2nd. I'll tell you about that in another post. Annnnd my oldest daughter, Jill, is now pregnant with her first. Wheeeee! Exciting time for us! Be on the lookout for the baby posts coming soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;If the truth be known, I've been struggling with a lil depression brought on by my Fibromyalgia. But I won't bore you with the pity party. I'll be fine. Just gotta get a grip. I just got a lil sidetracked and lost interest in all the things I used to love. So this is a work in progress. I'm working on finding my niche again. Please don't give up on me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope you're all doing well. I've missed you and your blogs. I'll be making the rounds again and try to catch up a bit on what's been happening in your part of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope to see you soon! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-4878268436709725103?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4878268436709725103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4878268436709725103&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4878268436709725103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4878268436709725103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7950220384979071858</id><published>2010-01-18T06:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:12:26.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family trauma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Time Drifts Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S1RWrw9YAcI/AAAAAAAABcc/K3xvcXycLSs/s1600-h/Time_to_remember_again_by_ChainedFreeSpirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428058760764981698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S1RWrw9YAcI/AAAAAAAABcc/K3xvcXycLSs/s400/Time_to_remember_again_by_ChainedFreeSpirit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; A month has passed since I last opened "Tookie Tales". Where did the time go? Family trauma and obligations along the way caused a detour in the grand scheme of life for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Many changes have occurred. Sone wonderful. Some not. And some probably not worth even mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, for the traumatic. My father-in-law had a stroke. He was a picture of health or so we thought. Nothing slowed him down at the ripe ole age of 84.  Not even the stroke. We first noticed physical changes when he came to my granddaughter's birthday party on December 20th. His speech was slurred and one side of his face drooped. He insisted nothing was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Later he mentioned he did fall off a ladder the day before. The phone lines were buzzing while his kids discussed what steps to take. After doctors appointments, admittance to the hospital, testing and dehydrating twice in the midst of it all, it was determined he had a stroke. There were many trips back and forth to the hospital and a stay in Rehab. He's finally home now with round the clock sitters and the kids taking turns on the weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a wake up call. It's not a pleasant time of life when decisions have to be made as to the future of our parents. It makes me realize how much it bothers our parents that they are putting a burden on us. Schedules have to be adjusted. But they are no burden. It's a time to make sacrifices in life. Just as they did with us while growing up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Holidays were tough this year. It was my year to host the family gathering on Christmas Eve but it was just a few days after my father-in-laws stroke. So the happy spirit just couldn't be found. But I put on a happy face and got through it. The family time together was pleasant. The food was delicious, as always. And the kids were full of excitement! Honestly? I just put one foot in front of the other to get through it. I still am, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to share with you. Stay tuned for the BEST Christmas gift I've ever received! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7950220384979071858?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7950220384979071858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7950220384979071858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7950220384979071858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7950220384979071858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-drifts-away.html' title='Time Drifts Away'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/S1RWrw9YAcI/AAAAAAAABcc/K3xvcXycLSs/s72-c/Time_to_remember_again_by_ChainedFreeSpirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5258440644061978953</id><published>2009-12-12T06:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:45:06.123-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Daily Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SyOP-OyCxvI/AAAAAAAABcM/xvSZAgxmtRU/s1600-h/Dreaming_In_Winter_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414329476312123122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SyOP-OyCxvI/AAAAAAAABcM/xvSZAgxmtRU/s400/Dreaming_In_Winter_by_larafairie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #333; TEXT-DECORATION: none" title="http://realsimple.chtah.com/a/hBLIPJBBAuBI6B730IcBalggU.BAuBI6wM/nldt13-5" href="http://realsimple.chtah.com/a/hBLIPJBBAuBI6B730IcBalggU.BAuBI6wM/nldt13-5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Victor Frankl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-5258440644061978953?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5258440644061978953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5258440644061978953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5258440644061978953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5258440644061978953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/12/daily-thought.html' title='Daily Thought'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SyOP-OyCxvI/AAAAAAAABcM/xvSZAgxmtRU/s72-c/Dreaming_In_Winter_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2730834156853085093</id><published>2009-12-02T17:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:27:04.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jillry'/><title type='text'>Time Flies.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sxb2uf0hd3I/AAAAAAAABcE/r7XTNrbUHCQ/s1600-h/Yoka-Clock-animationg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410783281008441202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sxb2uf0hd3I/AAAAAAAABcE/r7XTNrbUHCQ/s400/Yoka-Clock-animationg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Boy oh boy does time fly!!! I don't know where the month of November went! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This afternoon my grandson reminded me that it's 23 more days till Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanksgiving was nice. We attended a family reunion out of town. We pigged out there and came back to pig out at my Mom's house. Everything was real nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been a busy bee helping my oldest daughter, Jill, with her Jillry business. We had a booth the weekend before Thanksgiving. It was pouring rain and cold. We were in a covered tent...OUTSIDE! Yep! Froze our hineys off! No worries. I have plenty more hiney left. :hehe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This Saturday I'll be helping Jill again with the Christmas Parade/Craft Fair. There's big money to be made so it's all worth it in the long run. It will be fun to see old co-workers from my days of teaching. They all tend to go to this event. Plus my grandson will be riding a float for the first time that day. He's on the Cub Scout float while his mom walks along beside the float. I know Dalyn will have a ball throwing beads to everyone! I wish I could see him but I'll be busy in the booth selling Jillry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am so behind with my shopping. :sigh: I hate that! Last year my shopping was complete before December. Unfortunately, I've bearly gotten going good this year. Not a good thing. But at least I know what I'm buying. It's just doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you finished shopping yet? Are you ready for Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/1012393029078997446-2730834156853085093?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2730834156853085093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2730834156853085093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2730834156853085093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2730834156853085093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies.........'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sxb2uf0hd3I/AAAAAAAABcE/r7XTNrbUHCQ/s72-c/Yoka-Clock-animationg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4284979993571866551</id><published>2009-11-15T12:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:45:19.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opportunities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Inspiring Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SwBHORPrH1I/AAAAAAAABak/hE_X_lUZJoo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404397863317479250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SwBHORPrH1I/AAAAAAAABak/hE_X_lUZJoo/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;" Each and every day is an opportunity to be a better person than you were the day before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;-Mick Wilson-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Remove the Negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are important to us. We create friendships in people we work with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;go to school with or share outside interests with. True friends support us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and allow us to air our frustrations and tribulations in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But sometimes we encounter friends who are negative and discouraging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe it's just their nature to be that way. Or maybe they are jealous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of your accomplishments in life or even your happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is not what you call a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove the negative from your life. Don't allow them to pull you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You will find a weight lifted from your shoulders once that negative has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;removed from your life. Surround yourself with those who share your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;happiness. That's a true friend. &lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-4284979993571866551?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4284979993571866551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4284979993571866551&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4284979993571866551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4284979993571866551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiring-thoughts.html' title='Inspiring Thoughts'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SwBHORPrH1I/AAAAAAAABak/hE_X_lUZJoo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8966416924948273625</id><published>2009-11-14T18:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:31:18.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Stealing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descriptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Over the Top Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv9ThcKsE9I/AAAAAAAABac/Xfock8EhBxM/s1600-h/SundayStealing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 60px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404129911829697490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv9ThcKsE9I/AAAAAAAABac/Xfock8EhBxM/s400/SundayStealing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday Stealing: The Over the Top Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Part One - Describe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your hair? Strawberry Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your mother? 83 yrs old and slowing down rapidly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your father? Has been deceased 11 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your favorite food? Chicken Fajitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your dream last night? I didn't dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your favorite drink? Black Cherry Flavored Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your dream/goal? To get healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The room are you in? The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your hobby? Reading and PSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your fear? Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Your TV? QVC is on right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your Pets? My Yorkie died 3 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friends? Are sarcastically funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your life? Is not what I expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your mood? Is up and down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're missing someone? Yes. My Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your best friend? Is thoughtful and hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Part Two - The Where's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? Right here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where were you last night? At home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where did you grow up? Here in Louisiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One place that I go to over and over? School to pick up the grandkids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your favorite place to eat out? I don't really have a favorite place. I like variety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wish list items? A house further out in the burbs than where we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last time you laughed? Earlier today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last time you cried? I don't cry often so I don't remember. It's been so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Part Three - The What's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something that you aren't? I'm not brave. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last thing you did? Picked up an order for dinner from local restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you wearing? Yoga pants and tshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something you're not wearing? Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Your favorite store? Kirklands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8966416924948273625?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8966416924948273625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8966416924948273625&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8966416924948273625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8966416924948273625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-stealing-over-top-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Over the Top Meme'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv9ThcKsE9I/AAAAAAAABac/Xfock8EhBxM/s72-c/SundayStealing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4041828905339769773</id><published>2009-11-13T23:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:47:37.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Good Ole Maxine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv49xi9lIVI/AAAAAAAABaU/wFOaogF6RLw/s1600-h/thanksgiving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403824524299149650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv49xi9lIVI/AAAAAAAABaU/wFOaogF6RLw/s400/thanksgiving1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-4041828905339769773?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4041828905339769773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4041828905339769773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4041828905339769773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4041828905339769773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-ole-maxine.html' title='Good Ole Maxine'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv49xi9lIVI/AAAAAAAABaU/wFOaogF6RLw/s72-c/thanksgiving1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5009024481423730144</id><published>2009-11-13T07:47:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:31:52.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Food 4 Thought Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv10BLsYjJI/AAAAAAAABaM/qynNMlxVSmM/s1600-h/Food4Thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403602691582102674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv10BLsYjJI/AAAAAAAABaM/qynNMlxVSmM/s320/Food4Thought.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Food 4 Thought Friday ~ This week's questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You wouldn't be caught dead, where? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh. This is easy. I wouldn't be caught dead bungee jumping. My fear of heights is an understatement. Climbing to the top of a 3 foot ladder is an impossible feat for me. But, I get it honest. My Mom is the same way as well as all 3 of my kids. :shrugging: I learn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was there ever a time you were frightened for your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, yes indeed! Very vivid memories come back to me of a frightening experience when I was a young girl. We were battered by horrendous winds from one of our many hurricanes. My Dad decided we needed to find safer shelter. So we all piled into the family stationwagon and headed to the nearby school gym. In order to get there we had to pass over a very deep canal. The waters were turbulent and had risen above the rails of the bridge. I sat in the backseat crying softly as he drove us blindly across the bridge. I just knew we were going to be washed away!! We made it safely. Thank God! I remember seeing the grief striken faces of those who came looking for shelter throughout the night. These people had lost everything they owned. It was a night to remember. I learned to appreciate so much that night that I had always taken for granted. A lesson well learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;What are you passionate about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I am passionate about many things but at the top of the list is...MY FAMILY! Other passions of mine include books, redecorating, the color RED, PSP [a graphics program], chocolate, white zinfandel, cookouts and did I meantion my family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Midnight Snack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever won a trophy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. I've won way too many bowling trophies. I was a very good bowler in my prime of life. One particular year I won 1st place in a State Tournament. Bowling was a very important part of my life. I bowled in weekly leagues and entered city, state and national tournaments. Unfortunately, I had to give it up. My knee was never the same after knee surgery. Now I bowl with my Wii. :hehe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recipe of the Week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (instead of your recipe for life, what is it just for this week?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Patience. I am undergoing a few changes in my life and patience will help me get through these changes. I need to slow down and smell the flowers along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/1012393029078997446-5009024481423730144?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5009024481423730144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5009024481423730144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5009024481423730144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5009024481423730144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-4-thought-friday.html' title='Food 4 Thought Friday'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sv10BLsYjJI/AAAAAAAABaM/qynNMlxVSmM/s72-c/Food4Thought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1333113051175226563</id><published>2009-11-11T12:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:58:54.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads or Tails: Autumn Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s129.photobucket.com/albums/p201/SuthnDarln/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HeadsorTailsSDFallColors.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p201/SuthnDarln/HeadsorTailsSDFallColors.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My most pleasurable memories of Autumn are from a time back when my 3 kids were in high school. They are all adults now so it's been quite some time. But they were such fond memories I'll not likely ever forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We live out in the suburbs which is more or less country-like atmosphere. Our kids were invited to a gathering at a friends house. There were just as many adults as kids there. We were a close group since our kids had all attended a small private school from K-12th grades. I was a teacher at that school along with the friend who was hosting the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all piled on the wagon, which was pulled by a tractor. It was time for a hayride! We could see by the light of the moon, which added to the spooky feel of the night. The kids were singing, telling ghost stories and squealing to others jumping out at them in the dark. After the hayride we gathered around the bonfire to warm up and to toast marshmellows. It was a fun time for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still look back at those days with such fond memories. They were the best times of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-1333113051175226563?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1333113051175226563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1333113051175226563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1333113051175226563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1333113051175226563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/11/heads-or-tails-autumn-memories.html' title='Heads or Tails: Autumn Memories'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4684429212198621604</id><published>2009-11-09T23:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:07:28.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Svj3aS_xo4I/AAAAAAAABZs/KloVRU-LDpc/s1600-h/Autumn_Leaves_by_chronophasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402339784178901890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Svj3aS_xo4I/AAAAAAAABZs/KloVRU-LDpc/s320/Autumn_Leaves_by_chronophasia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's time to make changes in my life. It's time to "simplify". As you've probably figured out by now I've lost all inspiration in my life in recent months. I can't sit here and tell you why other than the fact that I'm not real happy with the direction of my life. The quote, "If you don't like how things are only you can change them" seems to be lurking on the edges of my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hmmm. Where do I begin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I am the victim of monotony. I get lackadaisical and mope around depressed due to boredom. The last 10 years of my life have disappeared into oblivion. It's time to make changes and make life worth living again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I lost touch with old friends who kept me smiling while I was in their company. Over the past few weeks I have reconnected with two dear friends. One is a high school friend. The other a friend from my days of teaching. I find myself floating on a higher plane after being in their company. These two friends come from two completely different times in my life but after comparing their personalities I find I tend to gravitate to the same type. I find that enlightening. They are both sarcastically funny ladies. We reminisce about the things we got away with! I have to laugh at the thought of what my kids would think if they knew. :smiling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My plans are to continue sharing laughter with these two special friends. I have missed having close buddies to confide in. And we still find we have so much in common. Our lives have traveled the same familiar paths even though we lost touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Another change I made just today was to close my graphics club that I run online. I've done this for 14 years. It became work trying to inspire my members when I had lost inspiration myself. A huge weight has been lifted from me. Now my time online can be spent doing what my heart desires instead of what I "need" to do. This is a change that's been coming for a long time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again everything around us is changing. Leaves are colors of red, gold and orange now. And it's the season of change for me as well. I need more color in my life. Just as seasons change...people change. I'm not who I was 30 years ago. I'm not who I was 10 years ago. Experiences in life bring about these changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's time to simplify. It's time to smile again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's time to make changes......&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-4684429212198621604?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4684429212198621604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4684429212198621604&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4684429212198621604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4684429212198621604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes.html' title='Changes....'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Svj3aS_xo4I/AAAAAAAABZs/KloVRU-LDpc/s72-c/Autumn_Leaves_by_chronophasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3801521890979396470</id><published>2009-10-24T14:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:11:32.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I wish I was a fly on a wall right now. Well, you see my middle daughter Jen, and her son, Dalyn, are on a campout with the Cub Scouts this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, they're not sleeping in cabins. They are sleeping in sleeping bags.....in tents.....in 40 degree weather. *whew*  There are bugs and all kinds of critters in those woods. The lil scouts were already warned about the wild boar that live in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen spent a fortune on camping gear for this overnight trip. But she did it without a blink of an eye. Jen is a single mother. Dalyn doesn't even know his father, the sperm donor. All he knows is his father isn't part of his life. He doesn't even ask questions....because his Mom works hard at being both "Mom" and "Dad". And she does a damn good job of it too, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen works hard at making sure Dalyn gets what other kids get. He sees the latest movies at the movie theaters, goes to all the birthday parties of friends and receives the coolest gifts at Christmas. She takes off work to bring him to parades and every summer they go on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the Cub Scout Camp Out. A lot of firsts for Dalyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first camp out. His first time to sleep in a tent. First time to go fishing. First time to cook his own meal over an open fire. There will be so many firsts this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear all the stories and see all the pictures of their first camp out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This past Tuesday hubs and I attended his Pack Meeting. We were asked to come and take pics of him receiving all his awards. Dalyn was part of the Color Guard, as you see below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuNYLIKzUdI/AAAAAAAABZQ/kqBaF50qbyY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396253726714581458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuNYLIKzUdI/AAAAAAAABZQ/kqBaF50qbyY/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dalyn was rewarded with 5 achievement awards, which go on his belt,  and a bead towards his Bear. He's worked hard for all these awards. He was so proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuNYLOAtO9I/AAAAAAAABZI/a4px2_In2Sw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396253728282852306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuNYLOAtO9I/AAAAAAAABZI/a4px2_In2Sw/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuNYJwITqZI/AAAAAAAABZA/usYOeJs-ZMU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396253703081798034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuNYJwITqZI/AAAAAAAABZA/usYOeJs-ZMU/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, I'm a proud Momma &amp;amp; MiMi. I'm proud of all 3 of my adult kids and 2 grandchildren. But this time I just had to express my feelings about Jen and Dalyn. Jen has come a long ways in life and I'm so very proud of every step she takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish I was a fly buzzing around that campground right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;:smiling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-3801521890979396470?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3801521890979396470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3801521890979396470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3801521890979396470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3801521890979396470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-of-firsts.html' title='A Weekend of Firsts'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuNYLIKzUdI/AAAAAAAABZQ/kqBaF50qbyY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7312703837120121226</id><published>2009-10-23T12:22:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:47:51.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday To Jill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHqMil9-zI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wjoOU-m3-5k/s1600-h/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395851329731951410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHqMil9-zI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wjoOU-m3-5k/s320/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Today is Jill's birthday! Woohoo! Happy Birthday, Jill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She's my oldest kiddo and today is her big "31". Wow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hard to believe I have a kidlet that old.&lt;br /&gt;NOT that you're OLD, Jill! :hehe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Go wish Jill a Happy Birthday at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://beansmoments.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another Day in the Same Life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jill introduced me to the world of blogging, which I haven't been doing so great at lately. Shame on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's a few different sides to Jill. Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpnA4o-EI/AAAAAAAABXo/nXXeGII-1ug/s1600-h/B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395850685028300866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpnA4o-EI/AAAAAAAABXo/nXXeGII-1ug/s320/B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpkB926gI/AAAAAAAABXg/rTaXE1wxm2A/s1600-h/B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395850633779014146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpkB926gI/AAAAAAAABXg/rTaXE1wxm2A/s320/B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpggN898I/AAAAAAAABXY/hoEuY8D8grQ/s1600-h/B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395850573180106690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpggN898I/AAAAAAAABXY/hoEuY8D8grQ/s320/B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpcFDjrxI/AAAAAAAABXQ/8luCzFKT0mU/s1600-h/B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395850497169272594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpcFDjrxI/AAAAAAAABXQ/8luCzFKT0mU/s320/B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpYBAikSI/AAAAAAAABXI/-FS60rgJhow/s1600-h/B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395850427363397922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHpYBAikSI/AAAAAAAABXI/-FS60rgJhow/s320/B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope your day is SPECIAL, sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Birthday Cake and Ice Cream at my place tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Y'all come on down!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-7312703837120121226?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7312703837120121226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7312703837120121226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7312703837120121226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7312703837120121226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-happy-birthday-to-jill.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday To Jill!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SuHqMil9-zI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wjoOU-m3-5k/s72-c/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5933258446919659689</id><published>2009-10-14T05:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:34:15.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StWnWmTFBBI/AAAAAAAABWw/9MieJ-XsPU8/s1600-h/_99_Red_Balloons__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392400135525565458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StWnWmTFBBI/AAAAAAAABWw/9MieJ-XsPU8/s400/_99_Red_Balloons__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Just a random thought today........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are you doing what you thought you'd be doing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;==========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I really thought  I would still be teaching. I never saw this coming. Health issues prevent me from working and traveling, which I had hoped I would be doing. We work so hard our whole life to have a joyful retirement but when it comes health issues prevent us from enjoying the "golden years". So disappointing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;What about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Are you doing what you thought you'd be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-5933258446919659689?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5933258446919659689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5933258446919659689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5933258446919659689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5933258446919659689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thought.html' title='A Random Thought'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StWnWmTFBBI/AAAAAAAABWw/9MieJ-XsPU8/s72-c/_99_Red_Balloons__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6688858255842331054</id><published>2009-10-13T23:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:52:23.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StVXStGqL3I/AAAAAAAABWY/AeoBHMCaNvQ/s1600-h/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392312107702824818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StVXStGqL3I/AAAAAAAABWY/AeoBHMCaNvQ/s400/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;October is the month of Birthdays in my family. I used to be teased by friends telling me I needed a hobby seeing that two babies in a row came in October.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like it that way! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Birthday #2 belongs to my middle daughter, Jenny. Jen always shares her birthday celebration with her little boy, Dalyn, whose birthday I announced earlier on this blog. Their birthdays are two days apart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StVW6Q9lOoI/AAAAAAAABWI/dbTyNjgdXUc/s1600-h/Jen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392311687831698050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StVW6Q9lOoI/AAAAAAAABWI/dbTyNjgdXUc/s400/Jen2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenny is celebrating her 28th birthday. Boy, am I feeling old! She's a hair stylist and opened her own shop last year. And she's single, I might add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JENNY!!!! I hope your day is SUPER SPECIAL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*mwah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/1012393029078997446-6688858255842331054?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6688858255842331054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6688858255842331054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6688858255842331054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6688858255842331054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-birthday.html' title='ANOTHER BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StVXStGqL3I/AAAAAAAABWY/AeoBHMCaNvQ/s72-c/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1233120013134454060</id><published>2009-10-13T13:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:27:21.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions Decisions Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StTBeTmQNHI/AAAAAAAABVw/76dib9bdUPY/s1600-h/Time_For_Tea_II_by_izabella_leah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392147380270281842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StTBeTmQNHI/AAAAAAAABVw/76dib9bdUPY/s400/Time_For_Tea_II_by_izabella_leah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not very good at making decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh sure! I can go in a restaurant and decide what to order for my meal.  I go can shopping and decide whether I like the clothes I've tried on and make a purchase. And I can make a decision that I'm going to have a good day.... come HELL or HIGH WATER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;BUT...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I have a situation facing me right now that has been eating at me for damn near a year now.  There's no doubt any of you reading this will think it's so insignficant that it should not be a hard decision to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;BUT IT IS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's the deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I opened a PSP list 14 years ago. If you're not familiar with the "world of online clubs", it's a group of people who enjoy graphic design. We use a program called Paint Shop Pro. Being the list leader, I organized this club and would send challenges and such to all those involved. During the earlier days I had as many as 300 members!!! That was back during the time that it was still..... "the new game in town"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Through the years, the PSP lists were growing by leaps and bounds. Every time you turned around a new club was opening. But, you know how it is. Too much of a good thing. The quality went down. Competition among lists was running rampant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met oodles and oodles of wonderful people through sharing our love of design. Many will remain near and dear to my heart. You know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But....alas. I am wearing down. The enthusiasm is waning badly. I'm having thoughts of stepping away from it all. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One thing I tell myself is...I would have time to use my graphic design skills on my blog site now. There are so many things I want to do. I have this constant battle in my mind on what to do. So many people will be disappointed. And that's  the part I hate. But they will move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions Decisions Decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sure whatever I decide, it will be BEST! =)&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-1233120013134454060?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1233120013134454060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1233120013134454060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1233120013134454060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1233120013134454060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/10/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions Decisions Decisions'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StTBeTmQNHI/AAAAAAAABVw/76dib9bdUPY/s72-c/Time_For_Tea_II_by_izabella_leah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2324526179807876689</id><published>2009-10-12T12:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:01:51.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StNq7wtSylI/AAAAAAAABVQ/sn2PThPBwXY/s1600-h/Happy+Birthday+Blue+Glitter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391770753812318802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StNq7wtSylI/AAAAAAAABVQ/sn2PThPBwXY/s400/Happy+Birthday+Blue+Glitter.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is my grandson's birthday! WooHoo! Dalyn is 9 years old. How time flies!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StNpRtM-EkI/AAAAAAAABVA/EXaX6eyLyvc/s1600-h/Cub+Scout+Dalyn+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391768931805303362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StNpRtM-EkI/AAAAAAAABVA/EXaX6eyLyvc/s320/Cub+Scout+Dalyn+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;We had a family gathering on Sunday to help him celebrate his Special Day. I swear that child is so spoiled! LOL Hmmmm....I wonder who helps spoil him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;looking&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, he's a Boy Scout. A BEAR, that is. He'll be going on his first campout next weekend. Bless his heart. He's so excited. They will be what I call "roughing it". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sleeping in a tent! Ahh to be young again. I need my soft comfy bed. :hehe: I wish I could be a fly on the wall to see how Dalyn's Mom handles it though. I don't envy her. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope Dalyn is having a good day in school today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Dalyn!! MiMi Loves You!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*mwah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-2324526179807876689?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2324526179807876689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2324526179807876689&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2324526179807876689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2324526179807876689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/StNq7wtSylI/AAAAAAAABVQ/sn2PThPBwXY/s72-c/Happy+Birthday+Blue+Glitter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4256402656334914515</id><published>2009-09-30T23:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:02:33.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13: FALL IS HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SsQz8o2FAKI/AAAAAAAABUg/tNEW1qDPqb0/s1600-h/FALL_TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387488171091361954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SsQz8o2FAKI/AAAAAAAABUg/tNEW1qDPqb0/s320/FALL_TT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fall is my most favorite time of year! Here are 13 reasons why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. The cooler, brisk temperatures really invigorate me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. I love the beautiful colors of the leaves. And it may sound strange to you but I love to see leaves on the ground! No raking of leaves around me! Listen to them crunch and rustle under your feet while your walk. Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. It's fun to snuggle up in heavy sweaters and jackets and go to the state fairs and carnivals. The sounds of laughter and squeals while the children ride the wild and crazy rides. Just walking along the fairgrounds eating candy apples and listening to the country music playing in the background of whoever is performing for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. I love the comfort foods of the Fall season. They just aren't as good during the summer months. It's more enticing to eat soups, stews, gumbos, chili and other warm tummy foods with a chill is in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. My grandson, Dalyn, celebrates his birthday in the Fall too.....on October 12th. And you know how grandkids steal your hearts. So yes....it's a special day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Next on the calendar is my middle daughter's birthday. Jenny's special day is October 14th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She always celebrates it with her son. Pretty cool, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. And then my oldest daughter ends our family birthdays for the month of October with her birthday on the 23rd. Jill is the one that got me into blogging. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Even though I no longer take part in this....I always loved Fall in my past because it brought on Football! The excitement of the game, hearing everyone cheer and all snuggled in the stands was always fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. I love the colors of Fall with its bright colors of red, orange, and golden tones! My favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. All the new TV shows start back up in the Fall as well so there's never a lack of something good to watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays too. I miss the old days of kids "trick or treating". All the fun things we used to enjoy seem to be slowly slipping away. Our kids don't know what they are missing, do they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Thanksgiving is another holiday that gives me great pleasure. Simply because it's time to gather together as a family and enjoy good food and laughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. And last but not least....I always enjoyed the clothes that are worn during Fall! Sweaters, jackets, boots, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you want to take part in Thursday 13, go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-4256402656334914515?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4256402656334914515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4256402656334914515&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4256402656334914515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4256402656334914515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-13-fall-is-here.html' title='Thursday 13: FALL IS HERE!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SsQz8o2FAKI/AAAAAAAABUg/tNEW1qDPqb0/s72-c/FALL_TT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-127975893509771970</id><published>2009-09-03T11:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:55:37.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HAPPY ANNOUNCEMENT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hi Everyone! Thanks for stopping by to visit me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share some HAPPY NEWS with you this morning. My oldest daughter, Jill, has made an important career choice and I'm so happy for her that I want to shout it from the mountain tops of BLOGGER. :hehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill is my creative one. There isn't a bone in her body that doesn't possess some sort of creativity that just oozes from her. Jill has channeled all this talent in creating jewelry. Not just any jewelry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Her jewelry is UNIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of her creations creep into her thoughts every second of the day. Her line of creations are called JILLRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out her site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prices are reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creations are limitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pieces are added daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on her Jillry button on my sidebar and it will take you directly to her site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sp_uGux26bI/AAAAAAAABTw/EKyvKidh-f4/s1600-h/etsyad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377278279507438002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sp_uGux26bI/AAAAAAAABTw/EKyvKidh-f4/s400/etsyad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This has been a life long dream for Jill. Yes. She finally left the corporate world to delve into making her dreams come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get in touch with Jill for custom orders as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Facebook: Jill Lamonte Corkern or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jillrylove.com/"&gt;http://www.jillrylove.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;You place an order and your Jillry will be delivered to your door. How simple is that? She also has great sales! SHOP FOR CHRISTMAS from the comfort of your home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Check it out! You won't regret it. Thanks!&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/1012393029078997446-127975893509771970?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/127975893509771970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=127975893509771970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/127975893509771970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/127975893509771970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-happy-announcement.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY ANNOUNCEMENT!!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sp_uGux26bI/AAAAAAAABTw/EKyvKidh-f4/s72-c/etsyad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5536726572506228268</id><published>2009-09-01T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:15:34.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3RVS5Z9dlPs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3RVS5Z9dlPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granddaughter, Kaitlyn, singing to me at my birthday party, Sunday. My actual birthday is today. Wheeeeeee! :hehehe:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-5536726572506228268?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5536726572506228268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5536726572506228268&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5536726572506228268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5536726572506228268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8540975577168771164</id><published>2009-08-30T01:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:50:30.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Ellie Bellie Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Be sure to join us in &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2009/08/ellie-bellie-meme.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what are your most common nicknames? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Actually I answer to my nickname, Jan, instead of my proper name of Janet. I also answer to MiMi, Red, Mom, Baby, Honey and whatever else suits your fancy. =) Tookie is a nickname as well that hubs gave me many moons ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what is today's weather? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's HOT although the weatherman says a cool front has come through. Where? Not here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;where did go on vacation this year? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We didn't go on vacation this year. I don't travel well so it's just more comfortable to stay home nowadays. When we travel, I have to get out and stretch my legs and whatever else needs stretching every hour. That makes for a long trip. Geesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what did you do there? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;where did you stay? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what job do you do? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm a retired elementary teacher and now full time MiMi, which means I babysit grandkids everyday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;describe where you live. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The burbs in a neighborhood. Kind of laid back here. Not too much hussle and bustle. Quiet. Peaceful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what do you usually do on weekends? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I dabble online with my psp lists, play around on facebook, run errands, grocery shop and spend time with my family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what food hits your 'bliss spot'? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm a junk food addict. But I love anything sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what drink really does it for you? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ohhhh white zinfandel wine! Yummmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;describe the first friend that comes to your head. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She's sarcastic, a good listener, upbeat and compassionate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what was the last restaurant you went to? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a mexican restaurant that we frequent many Saturday nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;where would you like to live if you had unlimited moneys and nothing stopping your dreams? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mmmm probably right here or maybe a little further out than I do now. I love the burbs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what is the likeliness of you achieving this dream home? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh I'd say 75%. We've lived in this house for 30 years now and I'm sure we will need to downsize one day. Hubs is getting tired of dealing with our inground pool too. So much upkeep although we do enjoy it immensely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what do you like to do in your spare time?&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; I love to read, swim, spend time with my family and play around online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what's your favorite genre for TV programs?&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Reality TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what's your favorite genre for music? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I love all genres of music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what's your favorite song that's sad? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nothing comes to mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what's your favorite soppy film? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;how about your favorite chick flick? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I don't watch chick flicks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what are you looking forward to at the moment? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm looking forward to my birthday gathering here tomorrow. I love when all the kids and their families come over. We share lots of good food and laughter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what are you dreading at the moment? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I always dread bedtime. I have a lot of sleep problems due to my Fibromyalgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;how would you describe your personality? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Laid back, fun-loving, compassionate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;if you had a personality eraser, what part of yours might you erase? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;worrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;you are given $5000 to spend in 1 day, what do you do with it? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'd split it up between my 3 kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;what is your biggest fear? &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Losing a loved one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8540975577168771164?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8540975577168771164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8540975577168771164&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8540975577168771164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8540975577168771164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-stealing-ellie-bellie-meme.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Ellie Bellie Meme'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5463739028678819636</id><published>2009-08-16T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:22:26.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do my stars say about me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_virgo_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes" &gt;Fun Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-5463739028678819636?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5463739028678819636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5463739028678819636&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5463739028678819636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5463739028678819636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-my-stars-say-about-me.html' title='What do my stars say about me?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2746307103861200990</id><published>2009-08-16T05:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:03:33.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know what this is below? If you do, then maybe you're as addicted as I am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my most recent excuse for not blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SofiCsnvkjI/AAAAAAAABS4/-f21llRIaJ0/s1600-h/5810_1201610045372_1382215147_1592068_6270475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370509616628077106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SofiCsnvkjI/AAAAAAAABS4/-f21llRIaJ0/s400/5810_1201610045372_1382215147_1592068_6270475_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; What is it, you say? It's FARMTOWN on Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who would have EVAH thought I'd be spending every possible minute I could grab here and there throughout my day to "harvest" and "plow" with other facebook buddies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It became an obsession to work through the levels to buy the mansion. You'd swear I was really buying a mansion to live in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was! In my own little dream world! Whew! *giggling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then the day finally arrived when I made it to Level 34 so I could buy the mansion!! Oh what a glorious day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But wait! That wasn't enough. Once you get to Level 34, then what? So I made a farm in the hubs name! I was in heaven again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh dear. Then Farmville was born. And Lil Farm. And I discovered My Farm. And Farm Pals. And don't forget Fantasy Farm. Then there was Barn Buddy and Sunshine Ranch. Oh dear me. What's a girl gonna do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Suddenly I realized how much this farming had cut into my life! Blogging fell by the wayside. Many days PSP was never opened. It was time to simplify my life. So I chose my favorite farms and gave up the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson would sit by my side while I farmed, all excited over my latest achievements. So I decided to start him a farm in his PawPaw's name. We have found a new bonding experience online. *giggling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good trait I have is realizing my shortcomings. I find I can be a very addictive person so I'm not putting a limit on my farmtime now. My grandson and I are finding time for our daily swim. This week he learned how to swim from one side to the other underwater without coming up for air. Yay! WTG Dalyn! He loves jumping off the diving board and going down the slide. He swims like a little fish now. Me? I find the daily swims are really easing up the pain for my arthritis and fibromyalgia so that makes me very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So between Farming, Swimming and sitting all day with Kaitlyn in my "yap" cause of still being in  a cast, the summer time fun is quickly coming to an end. Dalyn starts school on Monday in the 3rd Grade now. Wow! How time flies! And Kaitlyn starts a 3 days a week Mother's Day Out program in September. That will give me a nice lil break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should bring this to a close seeing that it's 6 in the morning now and I've been up since 2:30. :sigh: The joys of no sleep. At least it will be a quiet day in the neighborhood with no babysitting. Ahhhh....I can use the lil break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have a Super Sunday! xoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2746307103861200990?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2746307103861200990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2746307103861200990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2746307103861200990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2746307103861200990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My Latest Obsession'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SofiCsnvkjI/AAAAAAAABS4/-f21llRIaJ0/s72-c/5810_1201610045372_1382215147_1592068_6270475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6556313403579757084</id><published>2009-08-10T08:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:07:42.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Whew! What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;We had been noticing the pump for our pool wouldn't stay on which filters the water. This had been going on all week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368332421161259250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SoAl5PeHkPI/AAAAAAAABSg/giPrwfSAdto/s320/copy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hubs got to fiddling around with things and came to the conclusion that something was wrong with the breaker. The pool pump kept tripping the breaker. Hmmmm. After putting in a call to the father-in-law, who is a retired electrician, he offered to come see about it. Well, hubs commented he might could fix it. I'm a firm believer in the fact that if you're not an electrician, don't touch it! Electricity is nothing to mess with. So Saturday morning we found out what the problem was. Yikes! The breaker was burnt up! Wires were melted. It's a wonder it didn't catch our house on fire!! Dayummmm! The breaker box is in the closet of my bedroom. Just the thought of what could have happened sent chills down my spine. Our energy company put out an emergency call to a technician and he was at our house within 15 minutes. Thinking back, I recall a conversation with hubs as to why the lights in the bathroom would blink everytime I used my hair dryer. Geezums. How come a little lightbulb didn't go off in the head? Ok...so the problem is fixed now. I am breathing a little easier. I guess it wasn't my time to go yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;We did watch a wonderful movie Saturday night. It was a rental from Blockbuster. You all need to check this out. It's one of those movies that keeps you thinking for days after watching it. Hell, I will never forget it. Nicholas Cage starred in it and I always did love his movies. This one was no disappointment for sure! It's called, "Knowing". I'm such a ninny when it comes to movies that frighten me. I get so anxious that I cant sit still. I walked in my kitchen to get a drink while watching it over my shoulder. I kept having to look away. It wasn't an evil movie. Just full of suspense. I'm more of a drama movie watcher but "Knowing" is something I like to watch too. Just not too often. :hehe: But you be sure and check it out! It leaves you with the thought...this could really happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SoAhpEn2vqI/AAAAAAAABSY/RPGqrVq6QsA/s1600-h/Knowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368327745324891810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SoAhpEn2vqI/AAAAAAAABSY/RPGqrVq6QsA/s320/Knowing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I heard "Obsessed" was another good movie to check out. Have you seen any good ones you'd recommend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We've also been enjoying many late evening swims. The temps of the water has been at 92 so it makes for a relaxing time. It's a nice way to wind down for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;On Sunday we made our rounds visiting with our kids and families. We ended up our visit with a trip to Foxy's pizza with our oldest daughter, Jill and her husband, Jason. A grilled chicken wedgie was my yummy of choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your weekend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-6556313403579757084?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6556313403579757084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6556313403579757084&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6556313403579757084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6556313403579757084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SoAl5PeHkPI/AAAAAAAABSg/giPrwfSAdto/s72-c/copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6165830642034874293</id><published>2009-08-03T02:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:18:30.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Two Blog Buddies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SnaNQvQ3CDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/uhuNgEHzc3w/s1600-h/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365631324763129906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SnaNQvQ3CDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/uhuNgEHzc3w/s320/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to two Blog Buddies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecraigsworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eCraig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://davidsdabbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brother Dave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope your Special Day was filled with happy times shared with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;family and friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y'all pop on over to their blogs and wish them a Happy Birthday! Their birthday was Sunday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sure they're wondering how I know of this grand event but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shhhhhhhhh...........we won't tell them, will we? :hehehe: Ok Ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw it on facebook. =)&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-6165830642034874293?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6165830642034874293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6165830642034874293&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6165830642034874293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6165830642034874293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-two-blog-buddies.html' title='Happy Birthday to Two Blog Buddies!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SnaNQvQ3CDI/AAAAAAAABSQ/uhuNgEHzc3w/s72-c/HB_SuthnDarln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6919236666716646688</id><published>2009-07-31T05:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T05:41:26.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! You've GOT to Check This Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PHnRIn74Ag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PHnRIn74Ag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-6919236666716646688?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6919236666716646688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6919236666716646688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6919236666716646688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6919236666716646688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-youve-got-to-check-this-out.html' title='OMG! You&apos;ve GOT to Check This Out!!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3764241683008894707</id><published>2009-07-25T00:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:36:12.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DISASTER HIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so glad to get this week behind me. It was bad from start to finish. As you know I have had both my grandkids all summer. Well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISASTER HIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Kaitlyn and Dalyn were sitting in the recliner watching movies. As Kaitlyn got down her foot got caught in the footrest of the recliner. Down she went. I heard a pop so I jumped up immediately! My youngest daughter, Jenny, lifted her off the floor while I unhooked her foot from where it was stuck. Poor baby was screaming her head off. I picked her up and sat down with her to check her out. I had this very strong feeling something was broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mom left work and brought her to her doc to check it out. They sent her to the hospital for xrays. Her tibia has a break in it. I knew it! I was so upset!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I know shit happens but....it happened on my time...my watch. I felt terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby was in so much pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, she is wearing a pink cast from her foot up above her knee. Kaitlyn will be in a cast 6-8 weeks and can not walk on it at all. The first couple of days were bad. She cried with pain and kept saying..."take it off"! Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362262118162195314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SmqU_GmXY3I/AAAAAAAABSI/xw5r861cGvo/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her Mommy stayed home with her this week but she'll be back in my care starting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday. So I shopped and shopped for her some new toys. Can you imagine making a 2 year old stay seated for 2 months? I mean...dayummmm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Kaitlyn goes around pretending to be a puppy and barks at me so I couldn't resist buying her a Pucci Puppy. It's a Yorkie with a comb, feeding dish, bone, treat, outfit and kennel carrier....and it was in PINK. She loved it! Whew! :hehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept her for a few hours this morning while her Mommy went to the doctor to find out when her baby is due. March 10th is her due date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;We kept Kaitlyn busy talking to her cousin on walkie talkies. She played with her puppy. Did some coloring. Watched Barney movies. She ended her time with us by playing with a flashlight. Dalyn was pretending to catch the light wherever she would shine it. Whew! That kept her giggling. We had her for 3 hours and when she left we were all exhausted. Monday will be a looooong day. I normally keep her for 8 1/2 hours...which is a far cry from 3 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Do you have any other suggestions on how to keep a 2 year old entertained without walking? Any help would be greatly appreciated!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-3764241683008894707?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3764241683008894707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3764241683008894707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3764241683008894707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3764241683008894707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/07/disaster-hit.html' title='DISASTER HIT!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SmqU_GmXY3I/AAAAAAAABSI/xw5r861cGvo/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2487224801561717717</id><published>2009-07-20T12:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:04:38.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Crazy Questions: Helter Skelter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SmSuahbvdhI/AAAAAAAABSA/FnHgkg3Wiik/s1600-h/mondaycrazyquestions_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360601227152291346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 59px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SmSuahbvdhI/AAAAAAAABSA/FnHgkg3Wiik/s320/mondaycrazyquestions_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;1.what is one thing that will put a great big ole smile on your face? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, this is easy. A nice little weekend away. I just need to unwind and leave my troubled thoughts at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;2.Your walking down the street toward a very familiar face. As you get closer you realize you do not remember this persons name at all. Do you speak with the chance that they'll want to stop and chat or do you pretend that you don't see the person? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This happens to me quite often. I'm a retired teacher so I often see familiar faces and don't remember names. I smile, ask how they are and tell them I'm sorry but your name escapes my failing memory. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;3. Are you the Rock or the sponge of your household? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I tend to be both. I'm usually the one my kids vent to. But on the other hand, I'm the sponge that absorbs all the issues of the family and toss and turn all night reliving them. Yes, I'm a worrier and I can't relax and let go. :sigh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Urethane_sponge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;4. You have gone over to a friends for dinner. You look down at your plate and notice a great big ole hair hanging out from inside your sandwich. What do you do? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I laugh and say...ewwww are you losing your hair or something? I just make light of it cause I'm surely not gonna eat it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;5. If you HAD to name one....who would you say is your role model? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never had a role model. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/26/56487830_dfb9cfd36a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;6. Have you raised children? if so do you think your parenting skills were top notch or could have used a little help from Dr Phil? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I raised 3 kids. Yes, I'm sure I could have probably used some help from Dr Phil. I'm surely not perfect! And I'm sure I've probably made mistakes in raising them but I did the best I could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;7. Would your -(Past or present)- mate/spouse, significant other/whatever -say that living with you has been like a gentle breeze or more like a hurricane? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; little of both. I'm pretty laid back but will definitely speak up when need be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;8. When you shop at the grocery store, do you always shop exactly by a list or just go helter skelter and hope that you get home with most of what you need? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I shop with a list but add many other items as I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Join in the fun with this meme &lt;a href="http://mondaycrazyquestions.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2487224801561717717?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2487224801561717717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2487224801561717717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2487224801561717717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2487224801561717717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-crazy-questions-helter-skelter.html' title='Monday Crazy Questions: Helter Skelter'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SmSuahbvdhI/AAAAAAAABSA/FnHgkg3Wiik/s72-c/mondaycrazyquestions_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7809208654942129809</id><published>2009-07-06T06:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:30:13.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Exciting News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlHemdHF78I/AAAAAAAABRw/yw5uG_E8IFQ/s1600-h/New+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355306184151003074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlHemdHF78I/AAAAAAAABRw/yw5uG_E8IFQ/s320/New+Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sure you all recognize the wee one in the middle of her Mom and Dad as my granddaughter, Kaitlyn. We just found out on Friday that she's going to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A BIG SISTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the happy couple. My son, Joey and his wife, Aimee. They're enjoying a day at the river. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so very happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be grandchild #3 for us. Woohoo!  Let the spoiling continue! :hehe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7809208654942129809?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7809208654942129809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7809208654942129809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7809208654942129809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7809208654942129809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/07/sharing-exciting-news.html' title='Sharing Exciting News!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlHemdHF78I/AAAAAAAABRw/yw5uG_E8IFQ/s72-c/New+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4045887095401157686</id><published>2009-07-05T18:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:42:07.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here'sssss Izzy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlE22UxOChI/AAAAAAAABRo/OojObHfnxx4/s1600-h/Izzy+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121738836216338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlE22UxOChI/AAAAAAAABRo/OojObHfnxx4/s320/Izzy+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Look at this sweet lil face! Her name is "IZZY".&lt;br /&gt;And she's all mineeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlE2otI8V6I/AAAAAAAABRg/a-oIO5MIaQk/s1600-h/Izzy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121504860002210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlE2otI8V6I/AAAAAAAABRg/a-oIO5MIaQk/s320/Izzy+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; Izzy is 6 weeks old. She's black, as you can see, with a white belly and white paws. And she's creeped into my heart to live forever already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlE2jIwcBLI/AAAAAAAABRY/rzBF8nLFYuc/s1600-h/Izzy+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121409194198194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlE2jIwcBLI/AAAAAAAABRY/rzBF8nLFYuc/s320/Izzy+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Wanna hear something funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs hates cats. So I walk out of the room to do something. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What was that noise? NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs was baby talking to Izzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be damned! Miracles do happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-4045887095401157686?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4045887095401157686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4045887095401157686&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4045887095401157686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4045887095401157686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/07/heresssss-izzy.html' title='Here&apos;sssss Izzy!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SlE22UxOChI/AAAAAAAABRo/OojObHfnxx4/s72-c/Izzy+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6441765056072617882</id><published>2009-07-01T18:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:03:34.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Skvs0D27knI/AAAAAAAABRI/3otx3MOvsis/s1600-h/016_val69%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353632961193022066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Skvs0D27knI/AAAAAAAABRI/3otx3MOvsis/s320/016_val69%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I am sooooo excited I just had to tell you! I'm getting my kitten in the morning! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen her yet but I heard she's so pretty. Solid white. Just a fuzzy lil thing. I'll be sure to share pics when I get her! None of my family even knows yet. They will be so surprised! I feel like a lil kid right now I'm so thrilled. :hehe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll be sure to share pics with ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-6441765056072617882?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6441765056072617882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6441765056072617882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6441765056072617882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6441765056072617882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheeee.html' title='Wheeee!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Skvs0D27knI/AAAAAAAABRI/3otx3MOvsis/s72-c/016_val69%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7595923231928236102</id><published>2009-06-30T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:06:34.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;After the eighty three year old lady finished her annual physical examination, the doctor said, "You are in fine shape for your age, but tell me, do you still have intercourse?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;"Just a minute, I'll have to ask my husband," she said.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She stepped out into the crowded reception room and yelled out loud: "Bob, do we still have intercourse?"  And there was a hush you could hear a pin drop.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Bob answered impatiently, "If I told you once, Irma, I told you a hundred times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;What we have is . . .Blue Cross!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7595923231928236102?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7595923231928236102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7595923231928236102&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7595923231928236102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7595923231928236102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-have.html' title='What Do You Have?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8918426787326215407</id><published>2009-06-17T06:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:57:01.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So what do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;:POSING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;So what do you think? Is it me? Does it make my butt look too big? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:gigglesnort:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn't resist. Had to dabble in my graphics program again and make a new look. When I get restless, I open that baby and get lost in a whole new world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it works! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did you notice I'm partial to the colors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll be back later. Cya!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8918426787326215407?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8918426787326215407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8918426787326215407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8918426787326215407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8918426787326215407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-what-do-you-think.html' title='So what do you think?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1795639162273784873</id><published>2009-06-15T12:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:20:53.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maters Maters Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SjaB4D-PXpI/AAAAAAAABQY/KatBzgVgUR0/s1600-h/Tomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347604407688060562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SjaB4D-PXpI/AAAAAAAABQY/KatBzgVgUR0/s320/Tomatoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Would you look at this?  It's a shame I'm not a tomato eater. We have plants full of anywhere from 15-20 tomatoes. Maybe I'll do some canning with them if they come in too fast. The squash is just about to hit us hard as well. Silly me didn't get a shot of those. The cucumbers are a lil on the slow side. The vines are FULL of blooms and we pick 1 or 2 every day but it's slow considering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your garden doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-1795639162273784873?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1795639162273784873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1795639162273784873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1795639162273784873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1795639162273784873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/06/maters-maters-everywhere.html' title='Maters Maters Everywhere!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SjaB4D-PXpI/AAAAAAAABQY/KatBzgVgUR0/s72-c/Tomatoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4360980999086109698</id><published>2009-06-15T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:14:54.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Need Permission?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Good Morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate Mondays. I don't work outside the home anymore so why does it matter what day it is? It doesn't make sense. But do I always have to make sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know as we grow older we get this attitude. Or at least I did. You know the one. I'm 55 years old and feel I shouldn't have to answer to anyone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's the problem. I want a kitten. I want a lil furball to cuddle and love. I need this furball to love me unconditionally. That's not hard to understand. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The problem is Hubs. He hates cats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My daughter, Jenny, adopted a kitten. She brought the kitten over and "Jasmine" just melted my heart. It brought back memories of my childhood. I always had a cat to love. So the yearning began. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I brought this to the attention of Hubs and he quickly informs me of a Yorkie he saw for sale in the newspaper. I don't want a Yorkie. I want a kitten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My Yorkie, Biscuit, died 4 years ago. It was very traumatic. Biscuit was old and in poor health. His eyesight was bad and he suffered from arthritis. We had Biscuit 14 years. We let him out back to do his business and he had a heart attack and fell in my swimming pool. Biscuit didn't die a quiet death in his sleep. He died in a very traumatic way. At least it was to me. We tried to revive him but it was simply his time to go to his maker. I was asked for years after Biscuit's passing if I wanted another Yorkie. No. I couldnt find it in my heart to replace him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't ask for much. I'm a low maintenance woman. I'm not one of those who goes shopping for the sake of shopping. I'm a homebody. Why does the Hubs not see how important it is to me to have a kitten? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do I really need his "permission" to get one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm really hurt by this. Is it just me or is there something wrong with this picture? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so tired of spending a lifetime trying to please everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Damn it! I want a kitten and come Hell or high water, I'm gonna get one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I might be looking for a place to stay after this. :smiling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-4360980999086109698?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4360980999086109698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4360980999086109698&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4360980999086109698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4360980999086109698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-need-permission.html' title='Do I Need Permission?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-9172328959328385084</id><published>2009-06-14T09:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:31:08.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Dem Tigers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SjUJaUsChSI/AAAAAAAABQQ/fg8zwdWbhPg/s1600-h/LSU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347190480407004450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SjUJaUsChSI/AAAAAAAABQQ/fg8zwdWbhPg/s320/LSU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;One thing we need to get straight right up front. I'm not a huge sports fan. =) So if my terminology isn't right on, forgive me. But you guys....just gotta tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I looooove my LSU Tigers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's my alma mater. But it started way before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stand proud behind our Tigers, whether it's football or baseball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In case you haven't heard yet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 9-5 against Virginia in COLLEGE WORLD SERIES! :woot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2 will be Tuesday against Arkansas. &lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-9172328959328385084?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/9172328959328385084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=9172328959328385084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/9172328959328385084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/9172328959328385084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-about-dem-tigers.html' title='What About Dem Tigers?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SjUJaUsChSI/AAAAAAAABQQ/fg8zwdWbhPg/s72-c/LSU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-979576556923500650</id><published>2009-06-13T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:58:12.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;One of the many places I've always dreamed of visiting is Europe. My brother, sister-in-law and their son are all there now. I'm so envious. I wish I could have gone. But let's face it. We couldn't both be gone for 3 weeks leaving my 83 year old mother to fend for herself. I mean after all...who would she have to call 50 million times a day with us both gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I offered to bring them to the airport so they wouldn't have to leave their car in the parking lot for 3 weeks. As I pulled into their driveway bright and early Thursday morning I wondered where in the world all that luggage was going to fit. I drive a large car but was it large enough for 3 huge pieces of luggage, 3 carryons and 2 camera bags? With a little bit of grunting and pushing and squeezing they all fit! Whew! If they had one more piece. Well. Ha! No way.&lt;br /&gt;Then we nervously laughed wondering if Amelia's car would hold all this luggage when they got to Rome. Did I mention they are visiting friends that live there in Naples? And Amelia had already warned Jerry to be prepared for the cheap lil cars that go 100 mph on the streets in Italy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My brother, Jerry, called me early Friday morning. He sounded so tired. With good reason too though. They left Baton Rouge and had a layover in Atlanta. From there they traveled to Rome with a 10.5 hour flight. Wow! Jerry said they could not sleep on the flight because of the crying babies behind them. Oh boy. I can not even imagine being on a plane that long. I can't sit for one hour without moving around, let alone 10.5 hours. Maybe I'm not so envious after all. :hehe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jerry said their home is so beautiful. Amelia's hubby works for the govt so they put them up in these homes. It overlooks the Mediterrean Sea and they could see Mt.Vesuvious from their rooftop terrace.There is a courtyard from every bedroom as well. I think that would have been a one way ticket if I'd been on that trip! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jerry will celebrate his birthday on Monday, Father's Day and their anniversary while in Europe. What a memorable year this will be! For his birthday, they will travel by boat to the Isle of Capri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next week, they will all be flying to Madrid, Spain to visit with more of our friends. Our friends are Maria and Enrique. Maria is from Monterrey, MX and Enrique is from Madrid. She moved to Spain when they married. He performs with the orchestra for the El Presidente of Spain. Very interesting people, indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For their anniversary on June 26 they will be staying at a US Camp which is a short distance from Florence and Pisa. They will visit the Lambourghini car plant and Massariti car plant and other sites. This US Camp has the only private beach on the Mediterrean Sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sure it will be a fabulous trip for them! I can't wait to see their pictures and listen to their stories. That will be a treat in itself for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-979576556923500650?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/979576556923500650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=979576556923500650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/979576556923500650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/979576556923500650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-and-away.html' title='Up and Away'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2891604165475411347</id><published>2009-06-12T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:36:23.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Oh Where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Remember me? I've been living in a foggy atmosphere in recent weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wake up to the same walls, the same mindless actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm in a rut. I'm not inspired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have nothing to say. So I say nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe I can find the light at the end of my tunnel this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So stay tuned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2891604165475411347?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2891604165475411347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2891604165475411347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2891604165475411347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2891604165475411347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-oh-where.html' title='Where Oh Where?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2916827372967625039</id><published>2009-05-24T13:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:51:45.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veteran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmWTWh0hNI/AAAAAAAABPA/kiAQWa4YRBQ/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339464092433548498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmWTWh0hNI/AAAAAAAABPA/kiAQWa4YRBQ/s400/image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the VETERAN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;not the preacher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;who has given us freedom of religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;not the reporter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;who has given us freedom of the press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;not the poet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;who has given us freedom of speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;not the campus organizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;who has given us freedom to assemble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;not the lawyer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;who has given us the right to a fair trial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;not the politician, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Who has given us the right to vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the VETERAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;who salutes the Flag, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339463541093916418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmVzQoNXwI/AAAAAAAABO4/G_5OIEs0Dtk/s400/image0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the VETERAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;who serves under the Flag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339463433662707954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmVtAanOPI/AAAAAAAABOw/ZD1qYtUPVkg/s400/image0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2916827372967625039?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2916827372967625039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2916827372967625039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2916827372967625039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2916827372967625039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/veteran.html' title='The Veteran'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmWTWh0hNI/AAAAAAAABPA/kiAQWa4YRBQ/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2305815095836264134</id><published>2009-05-24T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:40:35.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real American Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmUgGW_INI/AAAAAAAABOg/WjDhRqhv-zI/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339462112408182994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmUgGW_INI/AAAAAAAABOg/WjDhRqhv-zI/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmUXkw490I/AAAAAAAABOY/ANSQFRFzc9U/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339461965951072066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmUXkw490I/AAAAAAAABOY/ANSQFRFzc9U/s400/image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2305815095836264134?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2305815095836264134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2305815095836264134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2305815095836264134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2305815095836264134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-american-idol.html' title='A Real American Idol!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ShmUgGW_INI/AAAAAAAABOg/WjDhRqhv-zI/s72-c/image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4906012139741275134</id><published>2009-05-24T05:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T06:03:36.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I should call myself the "lurking blogger". All I tend to do lately is lurk on your blogs to keep up with what's going on in your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why? I don't know really. I seem to be in some sort of mood. I can't sleep. Constant thoughts are making a mess of my mind. I just want some peace again! Wouldn't it be nice if I could escape to a tropical place where cabana boys would cater to me with pretty drinks with the umbrellas in them? :wishful thinking: haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School is out. So that means I have been taken hostage by two munchkins. I never imagined that 6 years could make such a huge difference when it comes to occupying the same space. This is going to be a loooong summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah....My kids were planning a trip to the Gulf Coast for a long weekend getaway. There are many casinos in the area so we decided to tag along. Rut roh! Is this a good idea? On the one hand, it would be nice to get away! But on the other hand, wouldn't it be nice to have 3 days of no babysitting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's so hard trying to find out what the conditions of the Gulf Coast are now after being battered by all the hurricanes. Websites are not updated. And if you call, naturally they want to encourage people to come so they can make their money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I don't want to go there and find nasty beaches, few restaurants and nothing else to do! There's always the casinos but the grandkids can't do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Decisions decisions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now for a little medical update. My doctor of many years closed practice and went to ER. I was referred to another doctor nearby and had my appointment a couple of weeks ago. My previous doctor said I was diabetic and put me on Metformin. After constant monitoring of my sugar levels, I saw no signs of being diabetic so I weaned myself off the meds. I know. Hush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've never felt so thoroughly examined as I was by this "new" doctor. I felt man-handled in such a way that I almost hurt. But my lab work came back and I passed with flying colors! Everything was normal. I attribute that to eating so healthy now. But the story continues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday morning I had an appointment for an eye exam. The pressure was normal this time. Two years ago they checked it 3 times because it was so high. I was able to read 3 more lines than my last exam 2 years ago. There was a huge improvement in my eyes! :high five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I feel good! Yeah, baby!  Even though my Fibromyalgia gets the best of me at times. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Other than being a mean green reading machine and planting farms in FarmTown on Facebook....this is why I haven't been around much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I do hope to change that. I've missed you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:waving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-4906012139741275134?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4906012139741275134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4906012139741275134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4906012139741275134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4906012139741275134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3581904177168643537</id><published>2009-05-16T13:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:57:54.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms Are So Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sg8LEQPYJ2I/AAAAAAAABOA/ohWTIV1RCrg/s1600-h/Mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336496251164174178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sg8LEQPYJ2I/AAAAAAAABOA/ohWTIV1RCrg/s320/Mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;1. My mother taught me TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE&lt;/span&gt;. 'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside.. I just finished cleaning.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RELIGION&lt;/span&gt;. 'You better pray that will come out of the carpet.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME TRAVEL&lt;/span&gt;. 'If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOGIC&lt;/span&gt;. ' Because I said so, that's why.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORE LOGIC&lt;/span&gt;. 'If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FORESIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. 'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IRONY&lt;/span&gt;. 'Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. My mother taught me about the science of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OSMOSIS&lt;/span&gt;. 'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONTORTIONISM&lt;/span&gt;. 'Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAMINA&lt;/span&gt;. 'You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEATHER&lt;/span&gt;. 'This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HYPOCRISY&lt;/span&gt;. 'If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. My mother taught me the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CIRCLE OF LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. 'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION&lt;/span&gt;. 'Stop acting like your father!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENVY&lt;/span&gt;. 'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANTICIPATION&lt;/span&gt;. 'Just wait until we get home.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING. 'You are going to get it when you get home!’&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEDICAL SCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;. 'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESP&lt;/span&gt;. 'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUMOR&lt;/span&gt;. 'When that lawn mower cuts off your foot, don't come running to me.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT&lt;/span&gt;. 'If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GENETICS&lt;/span&gt;.  'You're just like your father.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. My mother taught me about my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ROOTS&lt;/span&gt;. 'Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. My mother taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WISDOM&lt;/span&gt;. 'When you get to be my age, you'll understand.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUSTICE&lt;/span&gt;. 'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've already seen this floating around. It was just too good not to share again. Amazing how true they are too! I'm guilty of saying A LOT of these a time or two. :hehe:&lt;br /&gt;Which ones have you used?  Go on. Admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-3581904177168643537?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3581904177168643537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3581904177168643537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3581904177168643537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3581904177168643537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/moms-are-so-special.html' title='Moms Are So Special'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sg8LEQPYJ2I/AAAAAAAABOA/ohWTIV1RCrg/s72-c/Mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5763124020423864297</id><published>2009-05-12T09:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:58:56.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't been in Bloggerville lately so I'm wishing a belated Happy Mother's Day to all you wonderful Mom's! I hope you had a rockin' day like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest daughter, Jill, and her hubby BBQed for the whole family at their house. We had a fabulous time! The food was so yummy....all the way from appetizers to dessert. All my kids and families were there along with my Mom. There was a lot of conversation, laughter and we watched the big boys play one on one basketball. Everyone ended up coming back to my house for an afternoon swim. It was great to see them all swimming together again. We don't do that often enough. Everyone stays so busy. It was a fantastic day from start to finish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My sweet adult kids (hehe) spoiled me with presents as well. My oldest daughter, Jill and hubby Jason framed up their cruise portrait to add to my family chest. Isn't it pretty? The frame is gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334950221197048674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SgmM9dzXe2I/AAAAAAAABNw/EdvV4Kppy-s/s320/Mother%27s+Day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jenny, my middle daughter, gave me a wild and crazy mousepad. This strictly reflects her. hehe I loved it too! A zebra mousepad with my initial on it along with a notepad and necklace/earrings set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334949439450406770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SgmMP9kcX3I/AAAAAAAABNY/KEx_Ku4N4tI/s320/Mother%27s+Day+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And my son and his wife gave me a beautiful Mother's Day card with a gift card in it! I tried to upload it too but it keeps loading up sideways. Waaa! What causes that to happen? :harrumph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day for me! I love when our family all gets together. :)&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-5763124020423864297?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5763124020423864297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5763124020423864297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5763124020423864297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5763124020423864297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mothers-day.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SgmM9dzXe2I/AAAAAAAABNw/EdvV4Kppy-s/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5307996401474484402</id><published>2009-05-12T08:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:27:30.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sgl7UEs6vTI/AAAAAAAABNI/aiHzbGX8Do0/s1600-h/Untitled02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334930818386804018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sgl7UEs6vTI/AAAAAAAABNI/aiHzbGX8Do0/s200/Untitled02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All the sorrow and trouble of this world is caused by unhappy people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The search for contentment is, therefore, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not merely a self-benefiting act, but also a generous gift to the world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-Elizabeth  Gilbert-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This quote really hit me this morning so I thought I'd share with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-5307996401474484402?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5307996401474484402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5307996401474484402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5307996401474484402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5307996401474484402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sgl7UEs6vTI/AAAAAAAABNI/aiHzbGX8Do0/s72-c/Untitled02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8200087553252284168</id><published>2009-05-04T09:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:51:33.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c193/fleurdelisa/mmlogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Which household chore do you dislike the most? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I really hate dusting but of course I still do it every week. It's my own fault. My family room has end tables with glass tops. So it's a major ordeal to push the panes out to use glass cleaner to clean them and then use a furniture polish on the wood. Would I ever buy glass top tables again? HECK NO! Lesson learned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's the best museum you've ever visited? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There used to be a children's museum in New Orleans where I would take my classes. I'm not even sure it still stands after Katrina. My students would squeal with delight over all the interesting "hands on" things they could do. It was a fun place to visit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Star Wars Day today. I've never seen any of the Star Wars movies.&lt;br /&gt;What "common" movies haven't you seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh I'm sure you guys are really gonna give me a hard time on this answer. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've never seen all of the Lord of the Rings. Nor have I seen all of the Pirates of the Carribean. I know I know. But, it's just not my thing! I have also never read a Harry Potter book, even though I'm an avid reader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're interested in sharing your answers, go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8200087553252284168?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8200087553252284168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8200087553252284168&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8200087553252284168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8200087553252284168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1475390216861020957</id><published>2009-05-02T23:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:39:14.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Slips Away.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Spring has snuck up and bit me on the hiney! I mean to tell you I have no clue where my time has gone. I seem to be fluttering to and fro without a care in the world. I hope I settle soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sf0c6lEEV2I/AAAAAAAABNA/HcGzInx9S60/s1600-h/27e69b01a184b7401f2e3ebf1652d03b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331449326583699298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sf0c6lEEV2I/AAAAAAAABNA/HcGzInx9S60/s200/27e69b01a184b7401f2e3ebf1652d03b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I lost the love of my life over recent weeks. Yes. Facebook and I have drifted apart. You know how it is when love is new. Can't get enough of it. Now I sneak around to spend a few minutes here and there, whispering sweet nothings in the dark. But I soon become bored and move on to greener pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where my interests will stray next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I've told you in past posts, I've been spending alot of time renting movies from BlockBuster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Over recent weeks, I've watched:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Changeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Mama Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Secret Life of Bees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Perfect Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hancock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Babel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Before joining BlockBuster, I bet I had not watched this many movies in 5 years! I'm enjoying it although it does take a lot of time. There are a few movies we watched that I sat there when it ended and thought...WHAT THE HELL? But the majority of them have been very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new diet and exercise regiment has kept me busy as well. It takes TIME to get healthy! Isn't that crazy? I've lost 16 pounds in the last month. WooHoo!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My doctor that I've been to for years decided to close practice and go to ER. So I had to get hooked up with a new [different] doctor. Monday was my appointment. I was used to my last Greek doctor with his ponytail, cowboy boots and tight jeans diagnosing me from across the room. :hehe: No, he's not a redneck. By far. He was a real Joe Cool kind of guy. Anyways, I got the results of my bloodwork back on Friday. I passed with flying colors and felt so good about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late so I should be heading to bed now. I've become such a night owl lately. It's hard to wind down. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you happen to see that butterfly flitting by, check to see if it's me! =)  Did I mention how much I love Spring!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-1475390216861020957?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1475390216861020957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1475390216861020957&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1475390216861020957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1475390216861020957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-slips-away.html' title='Time Slips Away.....'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sf0c6lEEV2I/AAAAAAAABNA/HcGzInx9S60/s72-c/27e69b01a184b7401f2e3ebf1652d03b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8323608688192709519</id><published>2009-04-27T21:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:10:40.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SfZvB72l41I/AAAAAAAABMw/erY4lS8oY8w/s1600-h/004_im_sorry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329569288076780370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SfZvB72l41I/AAAAAAAABMw/erY4lS8oY8w/s320/004_im_sorry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.......I haven't been a very good blog buddy lately, have I?  I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I wish I could tell you why&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just seems to be slipping between my fingers lately. I always visit other blogs on a daily basis even if I didn't write a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this time. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even use the excuse of playing on facebook too much. The Zynga games have even been neglected. I can't let e.Craig catch up with me in Space Wars! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What...was...I...thinking? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Skittles Blogversary! You must think I'm a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;terrible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend, Barb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here RWA is climbing all up in the mountains taking his awesome photos and I missed that too! :&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HoosierGirl has probably been promoted to Principal by now and her kids all grown and left the nest and and.....&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I missed it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Dave I'm missing your informational posts so I'll know what's going on around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh dear Coffeypot. I would sit here every morning with my cup of coffee and read your silly jokes and start my day with a smile. :&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis was probably hired as the new MC for Dancing With the Stars and I missed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why didn't someone come wake me up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look what all I've been missing!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok.  I'm gonna do better. I'm gonna be a better blog buddy. I pinky swear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8323608688192709519?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8323608688192709519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8323608688192709519&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8323608688192709519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8323608688192709519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SfZvB72l41I/AAAAAAAABMw/erY4lS8oY8w/s72-c/004_im_sorry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2241961595094932778</id><published>2009-04-23T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:50:31.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog backgrounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic designs'/><title type='text'>What Do You Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok...so what do you think? I've been dabbling with this for hours! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;I was determined to make my own blog background set! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whew* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know I own and run a PSP club on yahoo. This is what we do. We create things. I have been admiring the designs on blogs and kept telling myself, "I can do that!"  So through trial and error this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;I have more tweaking I want to do with it yet though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SfCpVdQTYLI/AAAAAAAABMo/sgXIo-XcnDI/s1600-h/Jan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327944545274650802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SfCpVdQTYLI/AAAAAAAABMo/sgXIo-XcnDI/s200/Jan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2241961595094932778?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2241961595094932778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2241961595094932778&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2241961595094932778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2241961595094932778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-think.html' title='What Do You Think?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SfCpVdQTYLI/AAAAAAAABMo/sgXIo-XcnDI/s72-c/Jan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3452256183794590527</id><published>2009-04-20T08:18:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T05:56:21.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crawfish'/><title type='text'>Heads or Tails: Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In a land nearby lives my son of 27 years with a wish list a mile long. He's already owned more brand new trucks than I have shoes, which is a lot! Married life has not changed his ways one bit. When he hollers I want...you can bet he will have it within weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't get me wrong. He works his hiney off to get what he wants! But we keep reminding him of the money he is throwing away everytime he buys and sells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;His latest item on his wish list was a HUGE SHOP! Not an ordinary shop that most men would wish for. No. He wanted this shop that was almost as large as his house! So what did he do? Uh huh. He bought it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't tell you how large it is cause I'm a woman of which numbers don't mean a thing to me. But I will tell you this....it's large enough to hold more than 4 vehicles. Part of it will be a paint booth for painting cars. What can I say? The boy is a whiz when it comes to fancy paint jobs. Now he has a regular job. But he looooves that extra money that all his sideline jobs provide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;So here's his shop! He decided last weekend to have the family together for a crawfish boil! The picture doesn't do his shop justice here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex6ML87RMI/AAAAAAAABKQ/dv-X0Y5-6Lg/s1600-h/Joeys-Shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326766809057805506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex6ML87RMI/AAAAAAAABKQ/dv-X0Y5-6Lg/s320/Joeys-Shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's my son and the hubbers watching over the pot of boiling crawfish with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seasoning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex6DPHV7PI/AAAAAAAABKI/Rd0K8CTr6QA/s1600-h/Joey-Boiling+Crawfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326766655287979250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex6DPHV7PI/AAAAAAAABKI/Rd0K8CTr6QA/s320/Joey-Boiling+Crawfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yummerssssss!! Look at those mudbugs, corn on the cob and taters all cooked in that spicey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seasoning. It was an expensive gathering but worth every penny of it. 2 sacks of crawfish were cooked for this gathering.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex55cVLcbI/AAAAAAAABKA/fTq_ENZnUF8/s1600-h/Joey-Crawfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326766487036981682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex55cVLcbI/AAAAAAAABKA/fTq_ENZnUF8/s320/Joey-Crawfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yeah. Suck those heads! That's where the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stuff is. Ugh! No I don't do that. LOL Even the kids joined in .... but not for long. It was too hot for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex5vKW0gyI/AAAAAAAABJ4/HypoLY7kF-I/s1600-h/Joey-Eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326766310413337378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex5vKW0gyI/AAAAAAAABJ4/HypoLY7kF-I/s320/Joey-Eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you can see in this shot! Popsicle time for the kids. Poor babies little lips were burning so POPSICLES to the RESCUE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex5jZZyW3I/AAAAAAAABJw/gdQeGm3iF94/s1600-h/Joey-Popsicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326766108293880690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex5jZZyW3I/AAAAAAAABJw/gdQeGm3iF94/s320/Joey-Popsicle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;You can join in Heads or Tails too over &lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-3452256183794590527?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3452256183794590527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3452256183794590527&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3452256183794590527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3452256183794590527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/heads-or-tails-once-upon-time.html' title='Heads or Tails: Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sex6ML87RMI/AAAAAAAABKQ/dv-X0Y5-6Lg/s72-c/Joeys-Shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2242931375194007622</id><published>2009-04-13T21:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:05:15.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads or Tails: Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP479qxtMI/AAAAAAAABJg/37p5IUqlMiQ/s1600-h/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372893532009666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP479qxtMI/AAAAAAAABJg/37p5IUqlMiQ/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This week on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heads or Tails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;, the prompt is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;HEADS - "Reason"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Like so many of you, outside was a mess from all the bad weather we've been having in recent weeks. It took us 2 days of hard work to get the outside presentable for the Easter gathering at our house. Everything looked so pretty once the hard work was done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP4n-xKmmI/AAAAAAAABJY/yVoU6LQbzrM/s1600-h/copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372550229858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP4n-xKmmI/AAAAAAAABJY/yVoU6LQbzrM/s320/copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; This was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that all our hard work was worth it!  Here's our granddaughter, Kaitlyn, getting a bit of an attitude while hunting for the eggs. Her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REASON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;? It was way past her nap time.  Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP4ekNBhHI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mbCBiaGACWM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372388480124018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP4ekNBhHI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mbCBiaGACWM/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Kaitlyn found eggs in MiMi's flowers. She had fun despite the wind and cool air, which was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP4YibpszI/AAAAAAAABJI/0BO_iubnfpo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372284925391666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP4YibpszI/AAAAAAAABJI/0BO_iubnfpo/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My grandson, Dalyn,  didn't wanna pose for me. He was too busy searching eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP4SjpIV_I/AAAAAAAABJA/_zAkSsAV2zw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324372182171146226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP4SjpIV_I/AAAAAAAABJA/_zAkSsAV2zw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Despite my disappointment in my batteries going dead after only a few pictures, it was a wonderful day!  A storm blew up three hours after the gathering started. Our day ended much too soon but we still had a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;? Family gatherings at my house are always wild and crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-2242931375194007622?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2242931375194007622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2242931375194007622&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2242931375194007622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2242931375194007622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/heads-or-tails-reason.html' title='Heads or Tails: Reason'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeP479qxtMI/AAAAAAAABJg/37p5IUqlMiQ/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2070406618276024827</id><published>2009-04-12T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:23:54.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday is almost over but I thought this week's meme looked like a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can find it &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;1. What is your current obsession? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Facebook games! I play Mafia Wars, Space Wars, Fashion Wars, and Pirates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;2. What’s a good coffee place? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My house =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;3. Who was the last person that you hugged? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My grandson, Dalyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;4. Do you nap a lot? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once in a while, depending on how much sleep I got the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;5. Tonight, what’s for dinner? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jambalya and salad for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;6. What was the last thing that you bought? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Easter goodies for my grandkids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;7. What is your favorite weather? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the 70's with blue skies and cumulus clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;8. Tell us something about one blogger who you think will play this week? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;9. If you were given a free house that was full furnished, where in the world would you like it to be? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love Florida but not during hurricane season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;10. Name three things that you could not live without. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My family, my computer and my books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;11. What would you like in your hands right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; bottle of Zinfandel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;12. What’s one of your guilty pleasures? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;13. What would you change or eliminate about yourself? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Better health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;14. As a child, what type of career did you want? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanted to be a clothing designer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;15. What are you missing right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;16. What are you currently reading? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gone by Lisa Gardner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;17. What do you fear the most? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heights scare me to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;18. What’s the best movie that you’ve seen recently? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I watched Eagle Eye tonight and it was very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;19. What’s your favorite book from the past year? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Without a doubt...Twilight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;20. Is there a comfort food from your childhood that you still enjoy? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Apple Fritters but I hardly ever eat them now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2070406618276024827?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2070406618276024827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2070406618276024827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2070406618276024827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2070406618276024827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-stealing.html' title='Sunday Stealing'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8389968843192778125</id><published>2009-04-12T05:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:02:40.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter, Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeHJSIOJy7I/AAAAAAAABI4/3yIpGIPOn_k/s1600-h/easter-003-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323757547810311090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeHJSIOJy7I/AAAAAAAABI4/3yIpGIPOn_k/s320/easter-003-800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; Wishing you all a Happy Easter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I have about 20 family members coming over today for a cookout, egg hunt and fun conversation. There will be pics shared this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope you have a wonderful Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bunny Hugs to You!&lt;/em&gt; xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8389968843192778125?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8389968843192778125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8389968843192778125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8389968843192778125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8389968843192778125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-everyone.html' title='Happy Easter, Everyone!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SeHJSIOJy7I/AAAAAAAABI4/3yIpGIPOn_k/s72-c/easter-003-800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2681948602683029531</id><published>2009-04-09T16:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:58:33.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE TIRED DOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard.I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of. He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sd5u0OB9FSI/AAAAAAAABIw/XgykkU4CgZU/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322813652997051682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sd5u0OB9FSI/AAAAAAAABIw/XgykkU4CgZU/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. This continued off and on for several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious I pinned a note to his collar: 'I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar:&lt;br /&gt;'He lives in a home with six children, two under the age of three - he's trying to catch up on his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I come with him tomorrow?'&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/1012393029078997446-2681948602683029531?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2681948602683029531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2681948602683029531&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2681948602683029531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2681948602683029531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-tired-dog.html' title='ONE TIRED DOG!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sd5u0OB9FSI/AAAAAAAABIw/XgykkU4CgZU/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8599459449568377570</id><published>2009-04-08T08:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:42:39.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family gatherings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Hippity, Hoppity...Easter's On It's Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdylmkG_MrI/AAAAAAAABIA/SNfbu2y__o0/s1600-h/easter-006-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322310941591679666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdylmkG_MrI/AAAAAAAABIA/SNfbu2y__o0/s320/easter-006-800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;It's hard to believe that Easter is almost here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone has been fussing about the cold fronts that keep blowing through but you know we &lt;em&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/em&gt; have a cool snap before the Easter Bunny hops down your lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We've started the tradition of celebrating Easter at my house over the last few years. I have a large yard to hide the Easter eggs in. We also have a huge covered patio to fit everyone! Annnnnnd the hubby is a gooood cook with his outdoors cooking. This year we will be having jambalya, navy beans, cole slaw and garlic bread with sweet tea. Sigh. Not me. But that's another post. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his family will be joining us along with my Mom and my 3 kids with their families. It's nice to get us all together. I love family gatherings! And each year we tend to grow a little more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What are your plans for Easter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8599459449568377570?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8599459449568377570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8599459449568377570&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8599459449568377570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8599459449568377570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/hippity-hoppityeasters-on-its-way.html' title='Hippity, Hoppity...Easter&apos;s On It&apos;s Way!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdylmkG_MrI/AAAAAAAABIA/SNfbu2y__o0/s72-c/easter-006-800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6352156093284251397</id><published>2009-04-08T07:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:21:17.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdydkPcW-qI/AAAAAAAABH4/qeonQp0qInc/s1600-h/Coffee_Rainbow_zGM11.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322302105591413410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdydkPcW-qI/AAAAAAAABH4/qeonQp0qInc/s320/Coffee_Rainbow_zGM11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Good Morning, my friends!  I know. Long time no see.  Shame on me for disappearing off the face of the earth. So let me catch up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The whole country seems to be having &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; weather. 80 degrees one day and a cold front passing through the next. I haven't been "sick" sick but oh dear Lordy  it does a number on me with my Fibromyalgia condition. I put on a brave face and continue with my daily responsibilities but my reading, blogging, playing on facebook and psping tends to fall by the wayside. It causes my mood to &lt;em&gt;swing hard&lt;/em&gt; although I do hide it well. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I decided it's time to move the desk with the computer to another room. Fairly simple job, right? NOT!  It's a big ass desk and doesn't fit through the doorway without taking off part of the facing.  *whew* With the use of the "&lt;em&gt;movers&lt;/em&gt;", it went well! Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;We get everything all plugged back in and there looking at me was a black screen. Oh no! Was it all plugged in right? Check. Hmmm. What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, my "&lt;em&gt;NEW&lt;/em&gt;" hard drive went out!! Oh, it's under warranty and will take 2-3 weeks to get it back. So I bought another new hard drive! What a damn ordeal! In a few weeks, I'll be the proud owner of a "repaired hard drive" as well. Geezums! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm up and running again although the ole body is a bit on the slow side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-6352156093284251397?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6352156093284251397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6352156093284251397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6352156093284251397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6352156093284251397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdydkPcW-qI/AAAAAAAABH4/qeonQp0qInc/s72-c/Coffee_Rainbow_zGM11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2434741793621386007</id><published>2009-04-01T14:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:31:41.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fool's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdPA5Z3loFI/AAAAAAAABHo/ixXOKkWk6qs/s1600-h/aprilfools1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319807677283803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdPA5Z3loFI/AAAAAAAABHo/ixXOKkWk6qs/s320/aprilfools1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; Nope! I'm not even gonna go there. No jokes from me today. Imagine that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;:hehehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-2434741793621386007?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2434741793621386007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2434741793621386007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2434741793621386007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2434741793621386007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fool&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdPA5Z3loFI/AAAAAAAABHo/ixXOKkWk6qs/s72-c/aprilfools1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2744135437262410534</id><published>2009-03-31T12:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:43:58.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads or Tails: Sea or See</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This week's theme for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heads or Tails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEADS - See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*OR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TAILS - Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"See"&lt;/span&gt; for this week's theme. My oldest daughter, Jill, and her hubby just returned from a cruise (Cozumel, Belize, Santo Thomas). They were on a boat excursion heading to the Mayan Ruins. The Guide pointed out the wildlife such as egrets and alligators. Jill said others were oohing and aahing over the alligators. She laughed and said, "Mom all us Louisianians were rolling our eyes laughing at the 3 ft alligators. She said our gators are much larger in Louisiana. And it's nothing to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEE&lt;/span&gt; an egret in our backyard! I guess we have a lot to see in our own "backyards" so to speak that we take for granted. This was not taken by Jill but I wanted to share a visual that was shared with me today. :hehe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdJRhDaDktI/AAAAAAAABHg/LI8g1ZMgJqE/s1600-h/alligator.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319403738170102482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdJRhDaDktI/AAAAAAAABHg/LI8g1ZMgJqE/s320/alligator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;We will be &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Seeing"&lt;/span&gt; more rain down here in good ole Louisiana today! More storms coming our way. *ugh* Can I tell you I HATE HATE HATE bad weather? There's been quite a bit of damage with downed trees and roofs ripped off of businesses and homes. Rain Rain Go Away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdJQd4knhaI/AAAAAAAABHY/hEW57cSHrBU/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319402584210376098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdJQd4knhaI/AAAAAAAABHY/hEW57cSHrBU/s320/Rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;And I had a funny to share with you today. Do you &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; this sweet lil innocent face below? :hehehe: Her PawPaw on her Mom's side bought her some goldfish! Duh! You would think he would have sense enough to ask the Mom if it was ok first, wouldn't you? Well, anyway. The fish were in a bowl on the kitchen counter. Her Mom went to get Kaitlyn ready for her bath when all of a sudden Aimee heard....GULP! She hollered KAAAAAAAITTTTTLYNNNNNNN! What are you doing???? She said....the fishies can swim now! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"SEE"&lt;/span&gt; Mommy. They're in the toilet!!! :giggling: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdJQYOZ1RtI/AAAAAAAABHQ/i7Llhhjdt5g/s1600-h/Kaitlyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319402486991505106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdJQYOZ1RtI/AAAAAAAABHQ/i7Llhhjdt5g/s320/Kaitlyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gotta love 'em! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-2744135437262410534?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2744135437262410534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2744135437262410534&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2744135437262410534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2744135437262410534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/heads-or-tails-sea-or-see.html' title='Heads or Tails: Sea or See'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SdJRhDaDktI/AAAAAAAABHg/LI8g1ZMgJqE/s72-c/alligator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3767365865164642100</id><published>2009-03-28T17:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:01:35.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duhhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday I had a flat tire on  the interstate, so I eased my car over to the shoulder of the road and  carefully got out of the car. I opened the trunk and took out two cardboard men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to unfolded them and stood them at the rear of my car facing oncoming traffic. They looked so life like, dressed in trench coats. You couldn't tell they were fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While facing the oncoming traffic the trench coats were exposing their nude bodies to passers by. I proceeded to change my tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to my surprise, cars started stopping and driving by very slow. Everyone thought they were real. Of course, traffic was backing up, creating a traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started honking their horns and waving like crazy. Well, it wasn't long before the cops came.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Pulling up behind me ,he got out of his car and started walking towards me. I could tell he was not a happy camper !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouts,"What's going on here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reply calmly,"My car has a flat tire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says,"What the hell are those nude cardboard men doing by the road?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't believe he didn't know. After all,cops are supposed to know these things !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said to him, " Hello-o-o-o-o,  those are my emergency  flashers ! Duh !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-3767365865164642100?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3767365865164642100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3767365865164642100&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3767365865164642100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3767365865164642100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/duhhhh.html' title='Duhhhh...'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7430514573525436726</id><published>2009-03-27T10:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:09:02.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabetically Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sc0jnzNQnEI/AAAAAAAABHI/vbvQsYB6BP4/s1600-h/HaveAFabulousFriday~GfS.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317945901662116930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sc0jnzNQnEI/AAAAAAAABHI/vbvQsYB6BP4/s320/HaveAFabulousFriday~GfS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stole this from &lt;a href="http://coffee-table.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HoosierGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who stole it from someone else! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;A - Age: 55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;B - Bed size: California King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;C - Chore You Hate: Cleaning House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;D – Dad’s Name: Larry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;E - Essential Start Your Day Item: Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;F - Favorite Actor: Mel Gibson, George Clooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;H - Height: 5'6"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I - Instrument (s) you play: Piano, Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;J - Job Title: Retired Educator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;K - Kid(s): Jill (30), Jenny (27), Joey (26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;L - Likes: reading, psping, blogging, gambling, traveling, spending time with my family and don't forget chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;M - Mom’s Name: Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;N - Nickname: Jan is my nickname. Real name is Janet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;O - Overnight Hospital Stay Other Than Birth: knee surgery, hysterectomy, dehydration, tonsilectomy, testing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;P - Pet Peeve: Liars, Brags, Drama, Disrespect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Q - Quote that you like: We attract hearts by qualities we display. We retain them by qualities we possess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;R - Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;S - Siblings: One brother 4 years older than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;T - Time You Wake Up: 4:30-5:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;U - Useful tool: Computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;V - Vegetable that you dislike: Broccoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;X - X-rays You’ve Had: chest, knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Y - Yummy Foods You Make: Everything I cook is yummy! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Z - Zodiac: Virgo &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/1012393029078997446-7430514573525436726?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7430514573525436726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7430514573525436726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7430514573525436726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7430514573525436726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/alphabetically-me.html' title='Alphabetically Me!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sc0jnzNQnEI/AAAAAAAABHI/vbvQsYB6BP4/s72-c/HaveAFabulousFriday~GfS.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-719930151135210562</id><published>2009-03-25T08:14:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:47:31.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Into the Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sco1pWEkMbI/AAAAAAAABHA/AC0r5vUxqMc/s1600-h/sd~twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317121294479929778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sco1pWEkMbI/AAAAAAAABHA/AC0r5vUxqMc/s320/sd~twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As some of you may know although you may not care, the movie "Twilight" came out on DVD this past Saturday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I never was one to wait in line for tickets to concerts or anything else so I was not one of those waiting on it to hit the shelves. It did linger on my mind on Sunday that just maybe one copy was sitting on the shelf at Walmart waiting for me to buy it! Ya think? =) Daughter #2 was going to Walmart so I asked her to pick me up a copy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Daughter #1 and her hubby are on a cruise to Cozmel this week so I gather the mail and feed the fish everyday for them. She had left her copy of Twilight sitting on the counter for me. I was too anxious to wait on my own copy from Jen so I borrowed Jill's copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all 4 books of the series [Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn]and had been told the books were better but after seeing the movie, I was not disappointed one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would never have opened a book with vampires in it. In fact, the ladies in my book club kept on and on before they were able to talk me into reading them. I thought, "No way in Hell will I be able to get through these books." I opened the box and saw each book was huge and approximately 700 pages. But I must say. I could not put the damn books down once I started them! I stayed up late at night to get my dose of Edward. :swooning: I read at station breaks. It was very addicting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;If you haven't at least watched the movie, you just have to! Let me know what you thought about it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-719930151135210562?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/719930151135210562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=719930151135210562&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/719930151135210562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/719930151135210562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/into-twilight.html' title='Into the Twilight'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sco1pWEkMbI/AAAAAAAABHA/AC0r5vUxqMc/s72-c/sd~twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2429427878285654994</id><published>2009-03-24T17:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:52:04.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crime rate'/><title type='text'>Do You Feel Safe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sclx2O7PSwI/AAAAAAAABGg/PWHCbSAJSAM/s1600-h/crime_scene_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316906011621018370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sclx2O7PSwI/AAAAAAAABGg/PWHCbSAJSAM/s320/crime_scene_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;According to a new crime report that was released, a violent picture was painted of Louisiana ranking #2 in the nation as the "Most Dangerous" place to live.&lt;br /&gt;The crimes are based on violent crimes such as: murder, rape and robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Personally, I'm not surprised. The makeup of our city changed after Katrina. I'm not trusting of strangers at all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions for you.....&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in a peaceful city or state? Do you feel safe at all times? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2429427878285654994?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2429427878285654994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2429427878285654994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2429427878285654994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2429427878285654994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-feel-safe.html' title='Do You Feel Safe?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sclx2O7PSwI/AAAAAAAABGg/PWHCbSAJSAM/s72-c/crime_scene_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-193886407537651395</id><published>2009-03-23T22:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:33:56.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heads or Tails'/><title type='text'>Heads or Tails: Common</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SchQZqL8jsI/AAAAAAAABFU/9JsagFwpmy8/s1600-h/Heads+or+Tails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316587761862217410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SchQZqL8jsI/AAAAAAAABFU/9JsagFwpmy8/s320/Heads+or+Tails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today's topic is Heads:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This Tuesday meme is hosted by Barb aka Skittles at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heads or Tails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I grew up learning at an early age that being a redhead was NOT a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Common"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thing. Everywhere I went people turned to stare at me. At times i felt there was something wrong with me. What difference did it make what color hair a person had? And the fact that I had no freckles was also not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Common"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you're a redhead. I hated the attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my brother wanted to be a butthead, he would call me "Woody Woodpecker" with a stutter like the character. How I hated that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then there was the time we went to Mexico on vacation. My parents were warned to hold my hand at all times because redheads weren't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there. I was petrified the whole vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I became a teenager I would cringe with disgust at men commenting on how sexy redheads were. To my face! Did it mean I was a tramp just because I was born with red hair? I was so innocent and young. Their comments were so vile and disrespectful. It frightened me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a redhead has its moments. But, I never could understand why redheaded women were viewed in a different perspective as redheaded men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here I am in my 50's and I still can't blend into a crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-193886407537651395?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/193886407537651395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=193886407537651395&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/193886407537651395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/193886407537651395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/heads-or-tails-common.html' title='Heads or Tails: Common'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SchQZqL8jsI/AAAAAAAABFU/9JsagFwpmy8/s72-c/Heads+or+Tails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1453822409559805987</id><published>2009-03-23T17:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:50:00.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riverboats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Showgirls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychics'/><title type='text'>I'm a Former Showgirl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScgN77Ow79I/AAAAAAAABFM/CQaKCFWS96k/s1600-h/298731.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316514683273932754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScgN77Ow79I/AAAAAAAABFM/CQaKCFWS96k/s320/298731.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did I get your attention yet? I thought my title to this post might! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;:snickering: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;There's a story behind this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;10 years ago a friend of mine was making a life altering change and was seeking guidance from of all places.....a PSYCHIC!&lt;br /&gt;So she begged and pleaded her two bestest buddies to go with her. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;That would be none other than Diane and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok. So I'm sitting there minding my own business. Diane and I were giggling about the strangeness of it all. The psychic walked our friend out and she stood there mesmerized staring at me. Oh, boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing red that day, which is plentiful in my wardrobe. She smiled and said she had a vision. Why me? She said....I was a showgirl on a riverboat in my last life. I said...HUH? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fast forwarding to today now. I'm sitting here checking mail and come across this email from an acquaintance from my PSP list. I mentioned that red was my favorite color in an email. She emails me and says...Jan don't think I'm crazy but I have a vision of you in rubies, sequins and red feathers in your hair. You were a showgirl on a riverboat in your past life. She said I also sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Do you see a pattern here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-1453822409559805987?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1453822409559805987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1453822409559805987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1453822409559805987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1453822409559805987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-former-showgirl.html' title='I&apos;m a Former Showgirl!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScgN77Ow79I/AAAAAAAABFM/CQaKCFWS96k/s72-c/298731.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6196625330998328776</id><published>2009-03-23T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:02:02.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday, Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The weekend was busy busy. We're trying to get the garden ready. The shop was cleaned out. There's so much to do to get the ole outdoors looking spiffy again for Easter. We always do the Easter family gathering at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my absence in Land of Blog. I'll be moseying around today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c193/fleurdelisa/manic-monday.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you screen your phone calls?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have been lately. I've been getting the most annoying calls from solicitors! Then there's the "private number" that keeps calling. Whoever it is listens to me and doesn't say a word. I can hear heavy breathing. Damn fools either loves my voice or loves to aggravate the chit outta me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When was the last time you lost your temper?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hmmm. Not lately since I can't remember the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you're lost, do you ask for directions?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No, I don't since I don't usually get lost. I mapquest it if I've never been to this particular place so I won't get lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;=====================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just had to add one more thing to this post.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Twilight came out on DVD Saturday night so naturally I bought it! Wow! I'd heard so many say they didn't care for it as much as the book. I did! I loved it! So all you Twilight Lovers need to be sure and get your copy before they are all gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Mahveloussssss Moanday! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-6196625330998328776?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6196625330998328776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6196625330998328776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6196625330998328776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6196625330998328776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-screen-your-phone-calls-i-have.html' title='Manic Monday, Etc.'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-764319737901750523</id><published>2009-03-20T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:58:29.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HAPPY SPRING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScOEaySUftI/AAAAAAAABFE/GdkBN_ldUQ8/s1600-h/~SD.Gift+of+Spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315237580937395922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScOEaySUftI/AAAAAAAABFE/GdkBN_ldUQ8/s400/~SD.Gift+of+Spring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; Wheeeeeeeee........SPRING is HEREEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm a happy camper now!  My favorite time of year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-764319737901750523?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/764319737901750523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=764319737901750523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/764319737901750523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/764319737901750523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-happy-spring.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY SPRING!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScOEaySUftI/AAAAAAAABFE/GdkBN_ldUQ8/s72-c/~SD.Gift+of+Spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3722622817923992674</id><published>2009-03-19T06:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:10:10.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13: SPRING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScJD-h90zCI/AAAAAAAABEs/NobUKRXrKCA/s1600-h/1TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314885251799239714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 66px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScJD-h90zCI/AAAAAAAABEs/NobUKRXrKCA/s400/1TT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since today is the last day of winter, I thought I'd list 13 reasons why I look forward to Spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I love to see the world come alive with greenery and flowers blooming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Longer daylight hours gives me more time to squeeze more out of what life has to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunny skies are so much more appealing than gray cloudy days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Most people are happier in Spring, which makes them more pleasant to be around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Having a spring garden is tastier for me. I prefer veggies that grow at this time of year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I tend to sleep later in the mornings of Spring since it's still dark out. That's a plus for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Fruits are sweeter and tastier to eat. I enjoy lighter salads, etc this time of year too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Family cookouts are a huge reason for Spring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;It's Crawfish Season! Yummmmmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;In early Spring, the temps are juuuuuuust right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love decorating my covered patio with baskets of flowers and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The warmer temps are kinder to my body. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spring is my favorite time of year because of all the above! It puts "spring" in my step! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you'd like to take part in Thurday 13, go &lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/1012393029078997446-3722622817923992674?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3722622817923992674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3722622817923992674&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3722622817923992674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3722622817923992674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-13-spring.html' title='Thursday 13: SPRING!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/ScJD-h90zCI/AAAAAAAABEs/NobUKRXrKCA/s72-c/1TT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1948637255963063276</id><published>2009-03-16T16:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:59:15.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pursuit of Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hancock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireproof'/><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mentioned last week (or was it the week before?) that we are now members of BlockBusters online. Well, it seems we don't have as much spare time as I thought to watch movies so it took us awhile to watch our first 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first set of movies ordered were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fireproof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hancock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fireproof&lt;/span&gt;: Quality of acting was terrible but the concept of the story was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hancock&lt;/span&gt;: So so. I was disappointed. Hubs says I have no sense of humor. I think I do. To me, there's a difference between stupid and funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/span&gt;: Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movies were returned and I've received an email that Mamma Mia and Crash is on the way. VARIETY is the SPICE OF LIFE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb7E90F8wkI/AAAAAAAABDs/6tIKwJUuzI8/s1600-h/Mamma+Mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb7E90F8wkI/AAAAAAAABDs/6tIKwJUuzI8/s1600-h/Mamma+Mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901176578425410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb7E90F8wkI/AAAAAAAABDs/6tIKwJUuzI8/s320/Mamma+Mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love musicals! Now I realize most men don't. Meryl Streep is good in anything and I've heard rave reviews about this one. I'm sure hubs will tolerate it. Maybe even go to sleep in the midst of it. That will teach him for saying I have no sense of humor. :harrumph: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb7E5xnhqTI/AAAAAAAABDk/Be7LM-d0GzQ/s1600-h/Crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313901107194472754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb7E5xnhqTI/AAAAAAAABDk/Be7LM-d0GzQ/s320/Crash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crash is supposedly full of violence, sex, drug abuse, sexual content and strong language. Yep. This should be a hit with the hubs. In all honesty, I will most likely love it too. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm curious as to what movie will come next from my Queue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perfect Stranger: With Bruce Willis and Halle Berry or....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Dark Knight: No explanation needed here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-1948637255963063276?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1948637255963063276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1948637255963063276&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1948637255963063276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1948637255963063276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb7E90F8wkI/AAAAAAAABDs/6tIKwJUuzI8/s72-c/Mamma+Mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-617157027142685315</id><published>2009-03-16T06:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:50:20.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Do You Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a quickie here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So what do you think? Is the new look me or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;:hehe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am partial to black but I thought with Spring near, I was ready for a fresh look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, you know me. I get bored easily so it won't last long before I'm changing again. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll be back in a lil bit with a real post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love N' Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-617157027142685315?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/617157027142685315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=617157027142685315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/617157027142685315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/617157027142685315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-what-do-you-think.html' title='So What Do You Think?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3500330564670054046</id><published>2009-03-15T08:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:41:11.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Stealing'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I played the meme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; today. I love this meme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Did you date someone from your school? Yes, I did. I dated several from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Did you marry someone from your high school? No, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Did you car pool to school? No. I rode to school with my best friend or I drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. What kind of car did you have? '67 Mustang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. What kind of car do you have now? Chrysler 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Its Friday night...where are you now? We go out to eat on Friday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. It is Friday night...where were you then? Probably at a football game with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. What kind of job did you have in high school? I didn't work much but when I did it was working at my Dad's store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. What kind of job do you do now? I'm a retired school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Were you a party animal? Yes, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Were you considered a flirt? But, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Ugh. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Were you a nerd? No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. Did you get suspended from school? Nope! Sure didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Can you sing the fight song? haha I can't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. Who was/were your favorite teacher? My drama teacher, Mr. McClain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. Where did you sit during lunch? I didn't eat lunch. I hung outside with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. What was your school's full name? Istrouma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. Where did you party the most? Friends houses or out at nightclubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. What was your school mascot? Indians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21. Would you do it again? Yessssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22. Did you have fun at Prom? It was so so. Nothing really memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with? Every now and then I run into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion? I went to my 10th but haven't been back. None of my close friends were there. But it was fun. Just not my thing really. I graduated with a class of 400 so they are huge usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25. Do you still talk to people from school? Yes, I do. I got in touch with some on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26. What are/were your school's colors? Red and Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-3500330564670054046?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3500330564670054046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3500330564670054046&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3500330564670054046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3500330564670054046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-stealing-high-school.html' title='Sunday Stealing: High School'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-212231605369136184</id><published>2009-03-15T08:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:41:35.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online book clubs'/><title type='text'>Little Bit of This and That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb0Cvlp-MXI/AAAAAAAABBc/cOmYqO5ens4/s1600-h/smile~+gm666667.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313406151952314738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb0Cvlp-MXI/AAAAAAAABBc/cOmYqO5ens4/s320/smile~+gm666667.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good Morning, Fellow Bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looks like it's gonna be another gloomy day here in "big BR".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lil trip around to visit all the kiddos would brighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you made comments about the "online book club" that I'm involved in so I thought I'd elaborate a bit on it. I was invited into this lil group of 8 ladies by a member of my PSP club. She knows how I love to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it works: We send a group email to all 8 ladies offering to share a few books. They email back saying whether they are interested or not. I make the list of who wants it, package the books in a padded mailer or small box and head to the post office. When lady #1 finishes them, she packs them up to the next lady on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperback books cost anywhere from approx $5.95 and up. So for less than $3 I can read as many as 3-4 books. Media mail is cheap. I mailed off a package of 12 books last week for approx $7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part about it is: I read the latest books and don't clutter my house with them once they are read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;*By the way, I read the Twilight Series for less than $6. And they were the hardbacks too! Annnnnnd I read them not long after they came out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;It's a WIN WIN Situation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;We're a group of ladies who come from varied backgrounds all over the U.S. Now we share good times and bad. Birthday cards and holiday cards.We have become a network of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;You can start your own online bookclub list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-212231605369136184?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/212231605369136184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=212231605369136184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/212231605369136184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/212231605369136184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='Little Bit of This and That!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sb0Cvlp-MXI/AAAAAAAABBc/cOmYqO5ens4/s72-c/smile~+gm666667.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7716855730468246517</id><published>2009-03-12T09:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:41:55.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbklnaALOlI/AAAAAAAABAM/Gca-efRfh2A/s1600-h/Thursday13-St+Patty.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312318594385394258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbklnaALOlI/AAAAAAAABAM/Gca-efRfh2A/s320/Thursday13-St+Patty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Thirteen Things I Do Online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I am an online list leader. I run a PSP list of 70 members called Darln' &amp;amp; Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I blog here on Tookie Tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Facebook captures a lot of my attention....especially all the games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Myspace is another site where I stay in touch with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I belong to a book club online with 8 other ladies. We mail books to each other so we can quench our thirst for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm always going through email. My list produces at least 100 a day. Plus, I love my personal mail! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I shop online! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I talk to my oldest daughter on yahoo while she's at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I chat with my online friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I dabble in my graphic design program making things and sharing them with others online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I get new recipe ideas online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I do medical research in hopes of reading of something new to treat my FMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;And I browse the web searching various other sites. I have a huge thirst for knowledge and I love learning something new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do you do online? Be sure to take part in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thurday 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7716855730468246517?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7716855730468246517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7716855730468246517&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7716855730468246517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7716855730468246517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-13.html' title='Thursday 13'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbklnaALOlI/AAAAAAAABAM/Gca-efRfh2A/s72-c/Thursday13-St+Patty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4846669467062403671</id><published>2009-03-12T08:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:42:14.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpenter'/><title type='text'>Carpenter Hard at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have a new carpenter in the family. It's Dalyn, my grandson! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His Mom loves yard sales. She came home with this Home Depot Children's Apron and a wooden train for Dalyn from her last venture. The wooden train comes with nails that needed to be assembled. The first thing Dalyn hollers for is his PawPaw to help! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbkVnhIZSLI/AAAAAAAABAE/h6mvMptUpKs/s1600-h/Working+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312301004112873650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbkVnhIZSLI/AAAAAAAABAE/h6mvMptUpKs/s320/Working+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; Dalyn has been struggling with a lot of illnesses lately so we haven't seen him too much. He finally came over last night carrying his wooden train. It didn't take too much arm twisting to get some help from PawPaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbkViKq03nI/AAAAAAAAA_8/TzVHuToIjwc/s1600-h/Working+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312300912183926386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbkViKq03nI/AAAAAAAAA_8/TzVHuToIjwc/s320/Working+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; I'm so happy to see Dalyn interested in doing it himself. He's the lil man of his house so learning new things always comes in handy in more ways than one. I'm so proud of the lil man he's becoming. =)&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/1012393029078997446-4846669467062403671?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4846669467062403671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4846669467062403671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4846669467062403671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4846669467062403671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/carpenter-hard-at-work.html' title='Carpenter Hard at Work'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbkVnhIZSLI/AAAAAAAABAE/h6mvMptUpKs/s72-c/Working+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5673732291340894410</id><published>2009-03-07T16:51:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:42:35.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature trails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arboretum'/><title type='text'>A Walk along the Bayou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's that time of year again. Swimsuit season is fast approaching. Time to get in shape. Hear me groaning? =) Today I woke up inspired to start my regiment of walking and healthier eating. I'm not fond of the large dogs that seem to be wandering around unleashed so I decided to take to the nature trails along the bayou. Cohn's Arboretum is 2 minutes down the road so what better place to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7lxVQ4cI/AAAAAAAAA_0/pJ5ywtN70rY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310583536939491778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7lxVQ4cI/AAAAAAAAA_0/pJ5ywtN70rY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The weather was beautiful! I recruited my grandson to hit the trails with me. I knew he would love it! There are nature trails winding around a pond and White's Bayou. Azaleas were in full bloom. Pansies hung in pots along the way. Magnolias, Dogwood, and various other greenery and blossoms were a sight to behold. Spring was definitely in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7eTRq8dI/AAAAAAAAA_s/4Or3wVsdx8I/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310583408612274642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7eTRq8dI/AAAAAAAAA_s/4Or3wVsdx8I/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Some of the cement pathways were broken up from the many hurricanes that we were blessed with this past hurricane season. As trees were unrooted, many pathways were destroyed. But it actually made the hike more interesting as we meandered here and there trying to avoid the sprinklers along the way. [Actually I was the one trying to avoid them. Dalyn loved them!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7XShC8rI/AAAAAAAAA_k/CU8dxGNNZzg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310583288149242546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7XShC8rI/AAAAAAAAA_k/CU8dxGNNZzg/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; I loved this huge majestic oak with limbs growing back down into the bayou. It was way more than I could capture in all its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7OxYlkSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Sc8dntPML5E/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310583141816439074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7OxYlkSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Sc8dntPML5E/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Dalyn's excited conversation of "Come on, MiMi! Don't stop!" was soon unheard. Look who's hiney seems to be trying out every bench along the way. :hehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7LBVAfNI/AAAAAAAAA_U/0lPIM_1dEwE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310583077376916690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7LBVAfNI/AAAAAAAAA_U/0lPIM_1dEwE/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; Oops! There he is again. This time he's trying out some wooden steps along the trail. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7BApswrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/V0lrzs3Qz4g/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310582905396576946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7BApswrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/V0lrzs3Qz4g/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt; I was pooped from walking up and down and all around the curvy nature trails. It gave me a good workout. After an hour of this, I suggested we head home. This hothouse got our attention instead so we made a lil detour to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL6447O6KI/AAAAAAAAA_E/cthQYcBMny4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310582765883680930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL6447O6KI/AAAAAAAAA_E/cthQYcBMny4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This cool waterfall was the first thing we saw when we walked in. Everything was so perfect and well manicured. It was gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL6wNuG8lI/AAAAAAAAA-8/q9y7Rm1xv_Y/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310582616846955090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL6wNuG8lI/AAAAAAAAA-8/q9y7Rm1xv_Y/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;One more shot as we head out of the arboretum. Everything is so pretty and green. I'm just loving this time of year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed our walk through nature.I'll be sharing more as everything starts blooming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Spring is in the Air! &lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-5673732291340894410?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5673732291340894410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5673732291340894410&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5673732291340894410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5673732291340894410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-along-bayou.html' title='A Walk along the Bayou'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SbL7lxVQ4cI/AAAAAAAAA_0/pJ5ywtN70rY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-6731614647895440667</id><published>2009-03-05T08:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:43:43.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie Macomber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>What Are Your 20 Wishes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As most of you know, I love to read. My favorites used to be the smut you find in the Romance section of the bookstore. Even though I love the smut, it only left me wondering if there were really men out there who are romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago someone online suggested I join their online list of friends who have formed a book club. There are 8 women in this club. We vary in age and come from various socio-economic backgrounds. But, we have all joined together from our varied backgrounds because we share the love of books and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last book I read was "Twenty Wishes" by Debbie Macomber. It's part of the Blossom Street Series. I love all her books but this one really hit home with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Several of the characters in this story become friends and decided to make a list of twenty wishes....things they always wanted to do but never did.&lt;br /&gt;They realized wishes can come true but not necessarily in the way they expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa_kZ4SXYyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WnFGIO787VA/s1600-h/macomber_twentywisheshb_actual.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309713618950382370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa_kZ4SXYyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WnFGIO787VA/s200/macomber_twentywisheshb_actual.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This book got me to thinking about making &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my own list of twenty wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's not as easy as you think. But yet the results can be so simple if you just put your mind to it and decide to make them come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm working on my list. It's a work in progress and only I can understand the reasons behind my list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to get out and enjoy life more instead of letting other people or situations hold me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to walk on the beaches in Hawaii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to join a health club/gym and work out so I'll feel good again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to finish redecorating my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I want a cat even though some people in my family hate cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to meet my online friends. I feel closer to some of my online friends than I do my friends that live here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to write a book! A romance novel that takes place in the South. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to learn how to paint. Not my house but something to hang on my walls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Like I said. It's a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn.&lt;br /&gt;What are your twenty wishes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-6731614647895440667?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/6731614647895440667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=6731614647895440667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6731614647895440667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/6731614647895440667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-are-your-20-wishes.html' title='What Are Your 20 Wishes?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa_kZ4SXYyI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WnFGIO787VA/s72-c/macomber_twentywisheshb_actual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7280428763644304972</id><published>2009-03-04T10:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:44:06.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BlockBusters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Let's Go to the Movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa6wTBGjE_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/WU5MalJ2V2c/s1600-h/Storefront_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309374851476296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa6wTBGjE_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/WU5MalJ2V2c/s320/Storefront_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My daughter talked me into getting an online membership with BlockBusters. We never go to the movies so this is ideal. Membership costs $20.00 a month with the first month 50% off. We can rent up to 3 movies at a time. It's unlimited rentals a month too!&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I chose for my first rentals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa6vCL-8_TI/AAAAAAAAA-E/RMnKhgbNqGo/s1600-h/1movies.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309373462827826482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa6vCL-8_TI/AAAAAAAAA-E/RMnKhgbNqGo/s320/1movies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got them in the mail 1 day after I ordered them. All I have to do is send them back in return envelope. Sure can't beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love movies with Will Smith and had been wanting to see these two. And my daughter suggested "Fireproof". There's a lesson to be learned in it concerning revitalizing marriage so I look forward to that too. If you haven't seen them, I'll post my opinions in a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;What are some of your favorite movies that you suggest I see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7280428763644304972?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7280428763644304972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7280428763644304972&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7280428763644304972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7280428763644304972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-go-to-movies.html' title='Let&apos;s Go to the Movies!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa6wTBGjE_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/WU5MalJ2V2c/s72-c/Storefront_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7757694097216184928</id><published>2009-03-04T08:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:44:24.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging tips'/><title type='text'>Just Curious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa6Kor5XIzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/BGvYJjTl9Hk/s1600-h/298731.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333442299110194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa6Kor5XIzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/BGvYJjTl9Hk/s200/298731.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm just curious. Do you get bored easily? It's not that I have to have something going on all the time in my life. I guess what I'm referring to are things like this blog. I see so many interesting blogs online. I love the 3 column blogs and find that interesting. Maybe it's because I enjoy dabbling in graphic design so much. Who knows! But, I always look with envy at all the pretty sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quench my thirst in blogs in many ways. There are some blogs which I enjoy reading tips about home decor. Others have good recipes. I love the smiles from many blogs. Reading about personal issues makes me feel I'm not the only one going through such fun in life. And of course, I always love learning new things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions for you are .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Does the layout of the blog make you come back for more? Or do you even notice that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;What do you enjoy reading on blogs? Personal talk about family, etc. ? Do you enjoy looking for a good recipe? Do you like to argue about politics? Looking for something funny to make you smile? What draws you back for more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Like I said...I was just curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7757694097216184928?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7757694097216184928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7757694097216184928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7757694097216184928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7757694097216184928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-curious.html' title='Just Curious...'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/Sa6Kor5XIzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/BGvYJjTl9Hk/s72-c/298731.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3940090919581513716</id><published>2009-03-01T18:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:44:43.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ut Ohhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today has been one of those days. You know how you plan to have a nice relaxing day and then one thing after another makes that plan go right out the window. It started when I decided to wash sheets on my water bed this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A job I normally do on a Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh no! The corner of the sheet was wet! I eased the mattress back to discover almost an inch of water between the mattress and lining. Holy crap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The waterbed has sprung a dang leak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just talking about redecorating the master bedroom anyway. It needs "freshening" up! New paint, carpet, drapes. New bed! Yes. I've decided to step out into the unknown and try sleeping in a regular bed. Heaven forbid! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the lucky ones who has been blessed with osteoarthritis and rheumatoid arthritis so the waterbed was most comforting to my body. It's been at least 20 years since I've slept in a "normal bed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are soooo many different types of mattresses now.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me.&lt;br /&gt;What do YOU sleep on? Any recommendations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-3940090919581513716?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3940090919581513716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3940090919581513716&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3940090919581513716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3940090919581513716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/ut-ohhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ut Ohhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4193152333274160779</id><published>2009-03-01T17:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:45:11.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing: The Procrastination Tool Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;1. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;2. What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it? That would probably be chicken! That's one food that can be cooked soooo many different ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;3. Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Uh huh. You really don't want details, do you? Ok. Ummm. Tonsils. 3 babies and female plumbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;4. What is the last heavy item you lifted? The leaf from my kitchen table. I like it smaller and round when the whole family isn't here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;5. Have you ever been knocked unconscious? Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;6. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? Heck no! Are you kidding me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;7. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? I wouldn't know what I'd want to change it to so one name is just as good as the next. I reckon, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;8. What’s your goal for the year? To get in better health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;9. Last person you hugged? My grandson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;10. First place you went this morning? I headed straight to the coffee pot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;11. Do you always answer your phone? Most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;12. It’s four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it? Probably my middle daughter, Jenny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;13. If you could change your eye color what would it be? I like my green eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;14. What’s on your wish list for your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;15. Does the future make you more nervous or excited? Hmmm. Neither. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;16. Do you have any saved texts? Yes, I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;17. Ever been in a car wreck? Oh gosh, yes. I've been in 2 wrecks. A Mustang was totaled out in my senior year of high school. The second wreck was on a family vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;18. Do you have an accent? I sure do. A southern drawwwwwl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;19. What was the last song to make you cry? Rascal Flatts "Broken Road". It was the bride and groom dance at my daughter's wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;20. What did you do last night? Gee. How nosey! I was online. Watched a lil TV. That's all you get to find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;21. Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;22. Current hate right now? Sleepless nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;23. Met someone who changed your life? Everyone I meet changes my life in some way or other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;24. How did you bring in the New Year? Listening to fireworks until I fell asleep. I'm so exciting, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;25. What song represents you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-4193152333274160779?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4193152333274160779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4193152333274160779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4193152333274160779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4193152333274160779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-stealing-procrastination-tool.html' title='Sunday Stealing: The Procrastination Tool Meme'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-8850110796530890427</id><published>2009-02-26T04:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:45:29.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peeves'/><title type='text'>Thursday 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaZplnzqUSI/AAAAAAAAA9I/CPOGY-58wU4/s1600-h/Thursday13-St+Patty.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307045305964450082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaZplnzqUSI/AAAAAAAAA9I/CPOGY-58wU4/s200/Thursday13-St+Patty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For today's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thursday-13.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Thursday 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I thought I'd vent about my pet peeves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Check it out. Do you have some of the same ones? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't you love it when someone zooms up behind you in traffic...hurries around you and then turns right in front of you?! Idiots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;And what about the people in a busy grocery store that get in the 20 items or less aisle with 40 items?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I dread when it's election time and my phone is bombarded by candidates asking me to vote for them. That's enough to make me NOT vote for them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;What about the TV hog that insists on watching what they want on TV? Within 5 minutes the TV hog is sound asleep!! When you get the remote to turn the channel, eyes quickly open up and say, "What are you doing? I was watching that!" Grrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;There should be a law against religious "solicitors" coming to my door insisting to convert to their religion! Go away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;People who park in Handicap Parking and they are not handicapped! Oh, I realize some handicaps don't show. But I know of people who admit they do this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Cell phones don't need to stay glued to a person's ear! What in the world did people do before cell phones? It's like people can't live without them now! In the meantime, accidents are being caused by not watching the road. People are waiting in line while you dally on the phone instead of tending to your purchases. Hang up the dang phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;People who blow their horn at you time the light changes! Talk about road rage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Ugh! I hate when others use the same knife or fork and leave mayo in my pickle jar. Or mustard in my mayo jar. Get the idea? Use a different utensil or wash it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Clean up behind yourself! I'm not your maid! If you dirty the counter, wipe the dang thing off! If you dirty dishes, put them in the dish washer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;If I go over and beyond the call of duty, recognize it and comment. Damn it! If not, I won't keep doing these extra things that I do for you. Why bother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I am an educated woman in my 50's with 3 grown children, and 2 grandchildren. Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. I don't need to be told what to do. I think I know how to respond to things in life and when to wear a jacket. Back off! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Irresponsible people who complain of being broke but always picking up fast food or getting manicures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I have way more pet peeves than this. Don't we all? But I don't let my pet peeves bog me down in life. What are some of your pet peeves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-8850110796530890427?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/8850110796530890427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=8850110796530890427&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8850110796530890427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/8850110796530890427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-13.html' title='Thursday 13'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaZplnzqUSI/AAAAAAAAA9I/CPOGY-58wU4/s72-c/Thursday13-St+Patty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1946772195885085603</id><published>2009-02-25T22:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:36:23.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>Who Are Your Favorites?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306958268036616226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaYabWQlECI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ENDsdSLt4mk/s200/idol-logo.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;American Idol didn't come on last night due to the President's Speech. I was disappointed, to say the least. Tonight's airing of American Idol wasn't as good, in my opinion, as last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, I did have my favorites. Check them out below and see if you agree with my choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaYaW8Ec7aI/AAAAAAAAA84/tq_eC9Q003Q/s1600-h/40118.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306958192286952866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaYaW8Ec7aI/AAAAAAAAA84/tq_eC9Q003Q/s200/40118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaYaS6zK2II/AAAAAAAAA8w/-jEt1bWh_ps/s1600-h/40142.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306958123226552450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaYaS6zK2II/AAAAAAAAA8w/-jEt1bWh_ps/s200/40142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Megan Joy Corkrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaYaNKonKqI/AAAAAAAAA8o/g1Nm-UHucr8/s1600-h/40121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306958024398023330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaYaNKonKqI/AAAAAAAAA8o/g1Nm-UHucr8/s200/40121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Allison Iraheta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These 3 had outstanding talent! I hope they go far! Do you watch American Idol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who did you choose as your favorites from tonight's airing?&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-1946772195885085603?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1946772195885085603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1946772195885085603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1946772195885085603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1946772195885085603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-are-your-favorites.html' title='Who Are Your Favorites?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaYabWQlECI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ENDsdSLt4mk/s72-c/idol-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-3269794033478312714</id><published>2009-02-24T05:34:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:52:59.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads or Tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaPckuBrs0I/AAAAAAAAA64/l-s1uRXO6xk/s1600-h/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306327309361066818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaPckuBrs0I/AAAAAAAAA64/l-s1uRXO6xk/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This week's theme is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HEADS - "Case"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*OR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;TAILS - Anything that "Rhymes With Case"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This week I'm going with Tails...Anything that rhymes with case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Louisiana has become Serial Killer Central. A few years back, it got to the point where fear had paralyzed the women here. The news media were warning the women to go to police supply stores to purchase mace. Since &lt;em&gt;MACE&lt;/em&gt; had been taken off the shelves, pepper spray was our next best protectant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306327014416641122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaPcTjRc7GI/AAAAAAAAA6w/CLXObszdfI0/s320/crime_scene_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.discovery.com/bizarre/2008/11/gay-rapistseria.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ronald Joseph Dominique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.discovery.com/bizarre/2008/07/baton-rouge-ser.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sean Vincent Gillis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;, John Peter Malveaux and Derrick Todd Lee - each one of these men has been arrested in recent years for committing serial murders in the state of Louisiana. They are certainly not responsible for all of the unsolved cases in the state; however, they are four of the most recognized criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, investigators in Jefferson Davis Parish have formed a task force to investigate the mysterious murders of at least seven women dating back to 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I don't live in fear as I did a few years back but I'm alert to strangers. My pepper spray (substitute for mace) is never too far away either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ladies...Stay alert. Don't walk around with your cellphone to your ear.&lt;br /&gt;Be familiar with things you should know to protect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Join us with &lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heads or Tails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/1012393029078997446-3269794033478312714?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/3269794033478312714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=3269794033478312714&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3269794033478312714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/3269794033478312714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/heads-or-tails.html' title='Heads or Tails'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaPckuBrs0I/AAAAAAAAA64/l-s1uRXO6xk/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-600918172230124586</id><published>2009-02-23T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:53:42.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaLEQwWriNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WDBi-E3Rp14/s1600-h/1205095odf3e70t6x.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306019103132846290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaLEQwWriNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WDBi-E3Rp14/s320/1205095odf3e70t6x.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Good Morning, Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I guess you've noticed I haven't blogged much lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I have done a bit of lurking on your sites though...leaving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;comments here and there. You guys keep me sane sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life has been pretty uneventful so I just thought I'd share a few random uneventful things going on in my not so exciting life!  lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1. My name is Jan and I'm addicted. I need the 12 step program for zynga games on facebook. When I sign online, the first thing I go to is facebook. My emails are ignored. My blogsite is ignored. I'm addicted. And I blame it all on eCraig! It's alllllllllll his fault!  :hehe: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My favorite zynga game right now is Fashion Wars. Ok. I'm such a girly girl, huh?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But, I also dearly love Pirates of the Caribbean. Those two are my most favorite!  I had to laugh though. Some man on Pirates has been emailing me almost everday with threats of making me walk the plank, etc. It's been hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Changing the subject here.  =) Hey. I'm random and I'm allowed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My middle daughter, Jenny, is sick with the flu. Poor thing has been running temps 103.  I was awakened in the middle of the night to hear Jen near tears telling me, "Mom I have 103 fever. Am I ok?" After soothing her fears I attempt to go back to sleep.  From midnight till 6 the next morning I wander the hallways. Sleep is not my friend. It's endearing how my kids still call for comfort when they are sick. But could we do that during the daytime instead of midnight?  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3. I'm so ready for Spring! Aren't you? I'm sick of this cold one day and hot the next. Everyone around me is sick. Ugh! Don't breathe on me. I don't want it! I want some sunshine, flowers blooming, GREEN! Yes. I need GREEN in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you watch the Oscars last night?  Gotta love that Hugh Jackman! He's so hot! Whew!  Yeah he can put his boots under my bed.  =)   Didn't know he was so talented! Ok. Maybe that sentence was out of order here. LOL  I got bored with the program so I got online near the end. But I was watching with bated breath when Jennifer Aniston did her part. Poor thing looked like she was afraid to smile. I bet she was a nervous wreck with Angelina and Brad sitting right up front. I'm so glad they didn't win a thing! :harrumph: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5. I've been doing a LOT of reading since Christmas. I'm loving the Debbie Macomber books for now. They are easy reads and pleasant to read. Hard to put them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well, I guess I've bored you long enough today. I lead such an exciting life, don't I? LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sorry. I've had the blogging blahs lately. No worries though. I'll get over it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-600918172230124586?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/600918172230124586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=600918172230124586&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/600918172230124586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/600918172230124586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-and-that.html' title='This and That!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SaLEQwWriNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WDBi-E3Rp14/s72-c/1205095odf3e70t6x.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7818689253448749907</id><published>2009-02-18T10:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:46:17.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZw7EbM1wwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qafINstRuus/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304179408342729474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZw7EbM1wwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qafINstRuus/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My lil sleephead granddaughter giving MiMi sweet eyes this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-7818689253448749907?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7818689253448749907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7818689253448749907&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7818689253448749907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7818689253448749907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZw7EbM1wwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qafINstRuus/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-1789604561007685237</id><published>2009-02-17T03:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:58:34.485-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage pregnancy'/><title type='text'>New Parents: Boy 13 and Girl 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZqH6x9MsKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cUdlVHZ7pUc/s1600-h/new+parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303700955094364322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZqH6x9MsKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cUdlVHZ7pUc/s320/new+parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Baby-faced Alfie, who is 13 but looks more like eight, became a father four days ago when his girlfriend Chantelle Steadman gave birth to 7lb 3oz Maisie Roxanne. He told how he and Chantelle, 15, decided against an abortion after discovering she was pregnant.The shy lad, whose voice has not yet broken, said: I thought it would be good to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t think about how we would afford it. I dont really get pocket money. My dad sometimes gives me £10.Alfie, who is just 4ft tall, added: When my mum found out, I thought I was going to get in trouble. We wanted to have the baby but were worried how people would react. I didnt know what it would be like to be a dad. I will be good, though, and care for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfie's story, broken exclusively by The Sun today has sparked a huge political storm with Tory leader David Cameron saying: "When I saw these pictures this morning, I just thought how worrying that in Britain today children are having children. "I hope that somehow these children grow up into responsible parents but the truth is parenthood is just not something they should be thinking about right now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZqHwqHvRvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/JJWXiX6BU8s/s1600-h/new+parents+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303700781192398578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZqHwqHvRvI/AAAAAAAAA6I/JJWXiX6BU8s/s320/new+parents+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Secret PM Gordon Brown refused to comment directly on the story but said it was important that the Government did all it could to prevent teenage pregnancies. Alfies dad Dennis yesterday told how the lad does not really understand the enormity of his situation but seemed desperate to be a devoted and responsible father. He wanted to be the first to hold Maisie after the hospital birth. He tenderly kisses the baby and gives her a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dennis, 45, said: He could have shrugged his shoulders and sat at home on his Playstation. But he has been at the hospital every day. Maisie was conceived after Chantelle and Alfie just 12 at the time had a single night of unprotected sex.They found out about the baby when Chantelle was 12 weeks pregnant. But they kept it a secret until six weeks later when Chantelles mum Penny, 38, became suspicious about her weight gain and confronted her. After that Alfies family told only those closest to them for fear he would be demonised at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Rest of the Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in shock! Where were the parents when these two were having sex?  And now the father of the boy says a talk about the birds and the bees seems to be in order???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Are you kidding me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-1789604561007685237?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/1789604561007685237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=1789604561007685237&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1789604561007685237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/1789604561007685237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-parents-boy-13-and-girl-15.html' title='New Parents: Boy 13 and Girl 15'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZqH6x9MsKI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cUdlVHZ7pUc/s72-c/new+parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7700724862646289004</id><published>2009-02-16T21:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:52:51.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><title type='text'>Heads or Tails: Legends of Louisiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZoy4v45rWI/AAAAAAAAA54/Lzf_YN2hzQc/s1600-h/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303607461691370850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZoy4v45rWI/AAAAAAAAA54/Lzf_YN2hzQc/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Today's theme in &lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heads or Tails&lt;/a&gt;: Legends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Come share your legends with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bayous, haunted plantations, Cajuns, crawfish, jambalaya, jazz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;All images of Louisiana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And they're all true. But this historically French, Spanish, Indian, African, and/or American state (depending on who you talk to) is so much more. Discover a world brimming with history, ethnic contrasts, cultural diversity, unexpected pleasures, and, most of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;delightful legends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606238533232258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZoxxjRRpoI/AAAAAAAAA5w/oC2E2WWzfms/s320/antibellum_mansion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Legends run rampant of voodoo and ghost stories of haunted plantations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Louisiana is a state full of legends passed down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a state unlike any you've ever visited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7700724862646289004?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7700724862646289004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7700724862646289004&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7700724862646289004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7700724862646289004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/heads-or-tails-legends-of-louisiana.html' title='Heads or Tails: Legends of Louisiana'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZoy4v45rWI/AAAAAAAAA54/Lzf_YN2hzQc/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-4265201974609386027</id><published>2009-02-15T01:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:26:17.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Stealing'/><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZfCeytH2oI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zrTj0rjltfs/s1600-h/SundayStealing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302920920514943618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZfCeytH2oI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zrTj0rjltfs/s320/SundayStealing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday Stealing: The Q &amp;amp; A Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. where is your significant other? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In bed, sound asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. your favorite thing? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PSPing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. your dream last night? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was a nightmare, not a dream. I dreamed my car broke down and i was walking to a gas station. This nasty looking woman robbed me and then stabbed me in the chest. I woke up with terrible chest pains. It really shook me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. your goal? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Better health!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. your hobby? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Running an online PSP list and blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopefully painfree from my Fibromyalgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. where were you last night? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here at home. It was my son's 26th birthday. I cooked for my family and we had dinner, ice cream and cake to celebrate his birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;8. what you're not? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not very courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. one of your wish list items? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm. I don't really want anything right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. your pet? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Died 4 years ago. It was a Yorkshire Terrier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;11. missing someone? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss my Dad terribly, who passed away 10 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. your car?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I drive a silver 2007 Chrysler 300. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. something you're not wearing? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's easy...shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;14. love someone? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love a lot of someones. :) My Family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. when is the last time you laughed? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today! My 83 yr old Mom got on our golf cart to ride out to see the garden. Hubby stepped on the gas real fast and she squealed! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. last time you cried? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This week when Capt Sully and the passengers were talking about the Crash on the Hudson on Good Morning, America.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. favorite past time? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being online or reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. are you a hater or a lover?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Oh, I'm definitely a lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. any vices? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Cherry flavored water. I've always got some nearby that I'm sipping on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;20. favorite meme other than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heads or Tails&lt;/a&gt; too!&lt;/span&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/1012393029078997446-4265201974609386027?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/4265201974609386027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=4265201974609386027&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4265201974609386027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/4265201974609386027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-stealing_15.html' title='Sunday Stealing'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZfCeytH2oI/AAAAAAAAA5g/zrTj0rjltfs/s72-c/SundayStealing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-5582557451291329890</id><published>2009-02-14T22:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:48:24.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardens'/><title type='text'>How Does Your Garden Grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My Mom came over today for a lil visit. She lives two blocks away so she pops in from time to time. Even though she's 83 years old, she scoots around like she's still a young'un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We had been cleaning out my back flowerbed. I had some spider lily bulbs that Mom gave me to plant. The spider lilies are special to me. They came from the house I lived in as a child. They are some of my favorite flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her gazing out at the garden near the back of my yard. She asked for my broom to steady herself so she could walk out back to see how the garden is doing. She started heading out there walking by the pool and I said...No wait! *Whew* She said, "What's the matter? You don't trust me by this pool?" Ummm not hardly!! Instead, the hubby got out one of his play toys, the golf cart, and rode her out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302878110133834706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZebi5m409I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/2llzxMH7VnA/s320/Garden+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mom is so fiesty! She climbed right up in there and off they went! I said, "Mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Cheeeeeeeese"!! :hehe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZebeHNo3kI/AAAAAAAAA5I/zL-dBvppWy4/s1600-h/Garden+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302878027886681666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZebeHNo3kI/AAAAAAAAA5I/zL-dBvppWy4/s320/Garden+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We didn't think the garden was going to end up doing anything because of the snow that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;stunted it. But it's finally catching up. There's turnip, mustard greens and carrots. The only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thing I eat out of all that are the carrots. But I loooove the spring/summer gardens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZebYBVDYNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Fa4Yb4mY2s4/s1600-h/Garden+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302877923227951314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZebYBVDYNI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Fa4Yb4mY2s4/s320/Garden+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Sooooo that's how my garden is growing! Do you have anything planted this time of year? &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/1012393029078997446-5582557451291329890?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/5582557451291329890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=5582557451291329890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5582557451291329890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/5582557451291329890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How Does Your Garden Grow?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZebi5m409I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/2llzxMH7VnA/s72-c/Garden+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2233070997467419295</id><published>2009-02-14T19:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:55:17.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZd1IqMn4vI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/U8ewT34NB-g/s1600-h/Erotic-Avatars_blinkieT08.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302835877878686450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZd1IqMn4vI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/U8ewT34NB-g/s320/Erotic-Avatars_blinkieT08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Hello Friends and Lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today is the day of LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;Make it Sweet and Memorable........&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;:mwah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2233070997467419295?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2233070997467419295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2233070997467419295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2233070997467419295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2233070997467419295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZd1IqMn4vI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/U8ewT34NB-g/s72-c/Erotic-Avatars_blinkieT08.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-390842583010549496</id><published>2009-02-10T14:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:03:37.199-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>It's Good To Be a Woman!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZHiFN3ATqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/T63ijgzM7Hw/s1600-h/image001111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301266815639375522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZHiFN3ATqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/T63ijgzM7Hw/s320/image001111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am only as strong as the coffee I drink, the hairspray I use and the friends I have. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the cool women who have touched my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to be a woman:&lt;br /&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Taxis stop for us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. No fashion faux pas we make, could ever rival the Speedo. (this is without a doubt hilarious)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We can congratulate our team-mate without ever touching her rear end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. We have the ability to dress ourselves. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. We can talk to the opposite sex without having to picture them naked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. We will never regret piercing our ears. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence because they aren't listening anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-390842583010549496?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/390842583010549496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=390842583010549496&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/390842583010549496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/390842583010549496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-good-to-be-woman.html' title='It&apos;s Good To Be a Woman!!'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZHiFN3ATqI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/T63ijgzM7Hw/s72-c/image001111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-2805352903257119850</id><published>2009-02-10T08:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:46:34.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads or Tails: A Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZGLTBb3NUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/AXYdqiiuBio/s1600-h/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301171395310859586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZGLTBb3NUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/AXYdqiiuBio/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today's theme is Love Story at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://headsortailshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heads or Tails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Love is a Fairy Tale that was ingrained in us as children.&lt;br /&gt;Snow White. Cinderella. Rapunzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day a holiday that shouldn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;All it causes is disappointment and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love SHOULD be shown every day.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need a special day for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with a song for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4xmxb9K8RI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4xmxb9K8RI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-2805352903257119850?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/2805352903257119850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=2805352903257119850&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2805352903257119850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/2805352903257119850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/heads-or-tails-love-story.html' title='Heads or Tails: A Love Story'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a789LEBlygA/SZGLTBb3NUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/AXYdqiiuBio/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BHeads%2Bor%2BTails%2BLogo%2B200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-7187339534945124181</id><published>2009-02-09T17:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:54:46.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't We Spank Our Kids Anymore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I came across an interesting post by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://miss-britt.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Brit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;One of her readers wanted Miss Brit to ask how her readers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;felt about spanking our children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Is spanking ok? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were your experiences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-7187339534945124181?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/7187339534945124181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=7187339534945124181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7187339534945124181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/7187339534945124181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-dont-we-spank-our-kids-anymore.html' title='Why Don&apos;t We Spank Our Kids Anymore?'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012393029078997446.post-836667568822533349</id><published>2009-02-07T21:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:23:17.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Stealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't forget to check out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://alilsouthernlagniappe.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"A Lil Southern Lagniappe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! I put out the #2 Edition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240707426999565698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s200/SundayStealing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's time for The Overload Meme at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Be sure to join in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1. What is your occupation right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a retired elementary teacher, babysitting grandmother and taxicab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2. What color are your socks right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never wear socks. I'm always barefoot or in slippers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; The drag races on ESPN playing on the TV behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;4. Last person you spoke to on the phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I last spoke to my youngest daughter, Jenny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5. How old are you today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Old enough to know better. :hehe: Ok. I'm 55. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;6. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LSU Football! Geaux Tigerssssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;7. What is your favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sam's Choice Black Cherry Flavored Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;8. Have you ever dyed your hair?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gotta wash that gray right outta my hair! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;9. Favorite food?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crabmeat Augratin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;10. What is the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gifted Hands: The Ben Carson Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;11. Favorite day of the year?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;12. How do you vent anger?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raise Hell or I cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;13. What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Barbie Doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;14. Living arrangements?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've lived with the hubby for last 33 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;15. What was the last thing that you cried about?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The movie, "The Gifted Hands". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;16. Who is the friend you have had the longest?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm. Probably my hubby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;17. What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I was online for awhile or reading a novel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;18. What are you most afraid of?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;19. In how many areas of your country have you lived?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just this one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;20. What is your favorite flower?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1012393029078997446-836667568822533349?l=tookietales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/feeds/836667568822533349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1012393029078997446&amp;postID=836667568822533349&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/836667568822533349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1012393029078997446/posts/default/836667568822533349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tookietales.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-stealing.html' title='Sunday Stealing'/><author><name>Jan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgGZFvZ91HM/TmSP1lGxfpI/AAAAAAAABfk/SAf4E1dDKPA/s220/1Jan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMCsoHEmcok/SLq7o24PfYI/AAAAAAAAePs/h2LvahE5h7E/s72-c/SundayStealing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
