<?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-6232106558623002397</id><updated>2012-01-15T10:21:45.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>923</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5702711558691433950</id><published>2012-01-05T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:01:44.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happenings</title><content type='html'>No, your not seeing things that aren't there, lol. Yep it's me. I have not posted for so long I had to reset my password because I had forgotten the old one. Or maybe I'm just getting old, lol. Well, quite a few things have happened since my last posting here. I don't even know where to start. Rebecca is 10yrs old now and in 4th grade. Straight A student, honor roll. I hope it continues. She loves school. My grand daughter Marissa is also in the 4th grade, doing very well. My grandson Daniel is in 1st grade and he loves school. They tested him and instead of putting him in kindergarten, they placed him in the first grade. It seems I taught him very well for 2 yrs. He could read, do math, spell and write before he even started school. My grand daughter Adrianna is 4yrs old now. And my what a handful she is. Spoiled wrotten and loves bossing everyone around, even me. LOL But she's mommom's lil princess. And owns all the princess dresses too. Just ask the parents that walk their kids to school, cause Adrianna has a different princess dress on everyday, lol. They see her coming and say, here's the lil princess, lol. Then she says Mommom I'm coming home with you right now, lol. And she does, and I love it. Well, we are renting a very nice 3 bedroom house right now. But we are house hunting to buy a house. Dan gave me the headsup on finding a house, and he's paying for it. I have an awesome son in law for sure. It's my present for helping them out the past 4 years since his accident. So, I am looking for a 1 story 2 bath 3 bedroom house, with a big yard, preferrably fenced in yard so the kids can play. And we can put up a pool come summer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emma and Dan separated for a few month's, but I am happy to say they are back together. And seem very happy about it. Emma went to Virginia and left Dan here in philly with the kids. It killed her to leave the kids, but I think she needed a mental break or something. She is going to see a cardio doctor tomorrow. She has symptoms that I just don't like. And she even fainted, and when awakened she had numbness in left side and had a hard time getting up off the floor. Dan on the other hand is battling a fight now that I hope and pray he wins. He doesn't want anyone to know, so those of you who are on his friends list in facebook don't let on that you know ok. Dan recently found out he has 3 tumors in his stomach that are malignant. I had him talk to his doctor because he was losing weight too fast. 80 ponds in 3 months to be exact. The smallest tumor is the size of a golfball. He has alot of pain in his stomach. They told him it doesn't look good, so he went and got 2 more opinions. One doctor says he can cure him with high doses of radiation. So he's trying that first. If it doesn't help, he will do what the other doctor wants, which is massive doses of chemo twice a week for 12 weeks. Thats alot of chemo. So if you will keep both Emma and Dan in your prayers please.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The kids had an awesome christmas. They all got new bikes. Rebecca got an ipod nana. Which she loves. Oh and she loves having her own room. We got her a tv and had cable hooked up in it, so we can watch grown up tv and not kid tv now, lol. Her all time favorite show that she does watch with us, is Storage Wars, she loves it. Jim keeps himself busy with work and doing things here at the house. And on sundays he takes the laundry to the laundry mat and washes and dries it, then he comes home and folds it and puts it all away. I think I better keep him huh, he does what I hate, doing laundry, lol. We had a few losses in the family. Jim's father passed away. We miss him very much. He had a beautiful funeral. A military funeral. Jim and his 2 younger brothers helped carry their Dad's casket. There was 21 gun salute, the flag was presented to Jims mom, and the playing of taps. Shortly after his dad passed away, Jim's grandmother died also. But she lived a long happy life of 100 years. She is greatly missed also. And do you remember Mommom I? She also passed away. I miss our morning coffee time and our afternoon walks with her. She was a very sweet lady. Our friend Joe sold his house here in philly and bought a place in west virginia. But right now he resides in pittsburgh, pa and lives with his wife Sherry of 3 months. Yep he got married. She is such a nice lady too. I am so glad he found someone to share his life with. We miss him though. Rebecca loves her Uncle Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well as for me, I'm still kicking as they say. Still on the blood thinners, a higher dosage now. It seems my blood just doesn't want to do what the doctor wants it to do, lol. My cancer is still in remission. Did find a lump in left breast, had the lump removed and it wasn't malignant, thank god. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My sister Lucy was diagnosed with PAD. She is having surgery tomorrow. Their putting stents in her so the blood will flow into her legs. She is so bad with the PAD that if she doesn't get the surgery she will lose both her legs. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, it's midnight, and I am tired. I worked in Rebecca's room for 7 hours today cleaning, folding, and organizing. It looks so nice now. She's really happy in her room. She's sound asleep all snuggled in her bed. Jim just went off to bed. I think that's what I will do also. This body is calling for my comfy bed and pillows. So, I am sorry it's been so long since my last posting. Now that i can remember the password I can post more often, lol. So, take care, god bless and Happy New Year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya,&lt;br /&gt;CINDY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5702711558691433950?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5702711558691433950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5702711558691433950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5702711558691433950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-happenings.html' title='My Happenings'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1108189578979881668</id><published>2011-02-01T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:26:03.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Hello</title><content type='html'>Just want to say hi to all my readers and to let you know I am still around. Things have bween really hectic around here lately. I am really in need of a vacation, lol. Snow, snow and more snow is what we've had for over a month now. And tonight an icestorm is coming? Hey Phil, you see your shadow and in the cooking pot you go, lol. Seriously, I am so sick of winter, snow, ice, and cold winds. Spring can't get here fast enough for me. Well, I am making it short with this post. I hope all of you are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1108189578979881668?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1108189578979881668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2011/02/saying-hello.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1108189578979881668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1108189578979881668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2011/02/saying-hello.html' title='Saying Hello'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2701843963348585471</id><published>2010-09-01T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:54:38.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Marissa has to have her heart monitored for the next 30 days. We have a monitor here at home which she has to hold next to her heart whenever she has chest pains or her heart is beating too fast. The doctor said her heart should beat 200 beats a minute. Marissa's heart is beating 400 beats a minute. After the 30 days the cardiologists will then decide whether or not surgery should be performed to remove the extra heart valve.&lt;br /&gt;As for me I feel like total crap. Headache, sinus infection, strep throat and bronchial pnuemonia, along with the painful body aches. Am on antibiotics, pray they work fast. I will keep you all updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2701843963348585471?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2701843963348585471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2701843963348585471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2701843963348585471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2582188611889845619</id><published>2010-08-30T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:12:54.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Marissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/THxjvFI3JqI/AAAAAAAABtc/2Y342rP-MpE/s1600/DSCI0141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/THxjvFI3JqI/AAAAAAAABtc/2Y342rP-MpE/s320/DSCI0141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my granddaughter Marissa. She is in need of prayers. She has been waking up in the middle of the night with major nose bleeds. Nose bleeds so bad she is covered in blood. She has also been diagnosed a while back with Wolff Parkinson's White Syndrome. An EKG this morning showed problems with her heart. She is seeing a cardiologists tomorrow morning at 9am. For those who don't know what this is, I have enclosed information about it. But I ask you, please pray for her. We are so worried. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome is a condition characterized by abnormal electrical pathways in the heart that cause a disruption of the heart's normal rhythm (arrhythmia). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heartbeat is controlled by electrical signals that move through the heart in a highly coordinated way. A specialized cluster of cells called the atrioventricular node conducts electrical impulses from the heart's upper chambers (the atria) to the lower chambers (the ventricles). Impulses move through the atrioventricular node during each heartbeat, stimulating the ventricles to contract slightly later than the atria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the symptoms of Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome are born with an extra connection in the heart, called an accessory pathway, that allows electrical signals to bypass the atrioventricular node and move from the atria to the ventricles faster than usual. The accessory pathway may also transmit electrical impulses abnormally from the ventricles back to the atria. This extra connection can disrupt the coordinated movement of electrical signals through the heart, leading to an abnormally fast heartbeat (tachycardia) and other arrhythmias. Resulting symptoms include dizziness, a sensation of fluttering or pounding in the chest (palpitations), shortness of breath, and fainting (syncope). In rare cases, arrhythmias associated with Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome can lead to cardiac arrest and sudden death. The most common arrhythmia associated with Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome is called paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2582188611889845619?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2582188611889845619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2010/08/prayers-for-marissa.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2582188611889845619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2582188611889845619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2010/08/prayers-for-marissa.html' title='Prayers for Marissa'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/THxjvFI3JqI/AAAAAAAABtc/2Y342rP-MpE/s72-c/DSCI0141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6962538140096185522</id><published>2010-07-28T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:14:59.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yes, it is me. Your not imagining this entry, lol. I know I have been away for quite a while. I guess I will just tell you the truth why. It's Facebook. I am addicted to their games, such as Farmville, Farmtown, Fish Isle, Treasure Island and Family Feud. Alot of good friends I had in Jland are in facebook also. So, if you haven't gotten emails from me lately, it is because we had major computer problems. We had a power outtage due to the heatwaves we've been having. Well, my computer was on during one of them when the power went out. It not only crashed my whole system but it also wiped out all my information. So, I have lost all email addresses and pictures I had saved. So, if you will, please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:emabecmar@aol.com"&gt;emabecmar@aol.com&lt;/a&gt; so I can build my email list again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Update on my sister Helen. She ended up back in the hospital with chest pains. She's ok now and back at home. If she'd of listened to the doctor's orders, she wouldn't of had that second time in hospital. He told her no going to work for at least 6 month's. She was back to work after only a month. Man, that girl is stubborn. lol.&amp;nbsp; So, the girls are going into 3rd grade come September. They both received excellent report cards the last semester of school. Rebecca received the highest award given, which made both her daddy and I very proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This past April I had a major health issue. Both my hands and arms turned blue. My blood was so thick, dangerously thick the doctor put it. I spent a week in the hospital and they gave me both Heprin and Coumadin while there to thin the blood. I'm still having issues with the blood, but I am still on the coumadin also. Another medical issue is, the jugular vein on the right side of my neck where I had the cancer surgery and radiation is badly damaged. So damaged that I have to see a specialist on Sept 9th, to discuss what to do about it. The doctor said it will probably come down to having surgery to remove the fried section of the vein. Like I really want more surgery, ugh. Recently my doctor told me I was Type 2 diebetic and also diagnosed me with having Asthma. I swear, if it's not one thing it's another when it comes to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, my stress level doesn't help much either. Kids (lil ones) always screaming and crying. Toys thrown everywhere, so much you can't see the floor. The only peace and quiet I get anymore is after 11pm or so when the youngest finally goes to sleep. I spend alot of time downstairs in my room just to keep what sanity I have left. I have searched and searched for a decent affordable place to live, but haven't had any luck at all. So, I found my old landlords address in New Jersey and I wrote him a letter. I pray he has a place available. I want my own place, Rebecca wants her own room and Jim just wants to be able to come home, sit in a chair and watch the news when he gets home from work. Right now he can't do that. Not with kids screaming and cartoons on all day and night. My oldest is upset that I want to move back to NJ. She thinks I am doing it out of spite. I am not doing that. I need my own place, I want my own things, which are still in storage. I WANT A CLEAN AND ORGANIZED HOUSE AGAIN. And most of all I want peace and quiet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I feel really bad and just want to cry. I yelled at Rebecca because Adrianna kept screaming that she wants Rebecca's barbie things and doll furniture. It got on my nerves so bad I yelled at my kid to take her things back downstairs, and she did crying all the way. Lord, just give me the strenghth to cope with all this just a while longer. Please let my old landlord call me to say he has a place available. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, my head is ringing right now. I can't think of anything else to write about. So, I guess I will go now. I think I will take Rebecca out for a drive so she and I can talk. No privacy here to even talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope all are well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD BLESS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CINDY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-6962538140096185522?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6962538140096185522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-here.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6962538140096185522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6962538140096185522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1802514271467131316</id><published>2010-03-06T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T14:24:01.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/S5LVAvntueI/AAAAAAAABtM/tESdjIKrUhE/s1600-h/DSCI1455helenangrandson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/S5LVAvntueI/AAAAAAAABtM/tESdjIKrUhE/s320/DSCI1455helenangrandson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please, please, please, say a prayer for my sister Helen. She has had a heart attack. A stent was inserted due to a clogged artery. She is only 41 years old. This is her grandson she is holding. Thank you so much. I will make an entry soon. I will keep you updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1802514271467131316?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1802514271467131316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayers-needed.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1802514271467131316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1802514271467131316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers needed.'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/S5LVAvntueI/AAAAAAAABtM/tESdjIKrUhE/s72-c/DSCI1455helenangrandson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4907056142855233026</id><published>2009-12-29T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:15:36.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SzowPfmKNcI/AAAAAAAABs4/GQpG1-A166M/s1600-h/DSCI0292meandpoppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SzowPfmKNcI/AAAAAAAABs4/GQpG1-A166M/s320/DSCI0292meandpoppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SzowKFNZMcI/AAAAAAAABsw/CLuCHttvong/s1600-h/DSCI0291chilling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SzowKFNZMcI/AAAAAAAABsw/CLuCHttvong/s320/DSCI0291chilling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Thanksgiving and Christmas behind us and a New Year almost upon us, I thought I would attempt to make an entry here. Thanksgiving was nice here. Lots of tasty foods did I make. Christmas was nice. The children got everything on their lists and then some. Made a big dinner too, of Glazed spiral ham, turkey, stuffing, baked mac and cheese, yams with toasted marshmallows, homemade coleslaw, cranberry sauce, gravy, veggies and bisquits. Pumpkin and coconut custard pies for desert. Our guests were, Dan's mother Elizabeth, One of his brother's Walter, and his brother Mike's son Joshua. It was a nice day. I received some very nice presents also. 2pr of much needed bedroom slippers, cozy throw blanket, a Betty Boop wall clock, and books. Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. I love the series. The movie Eclipse is coming out in June, I can't wait. I already have DVD's of Twilight and New Moon. &lt;br /&gt;Right now I am babysitting. Dan had to go see one of his doctor's and Emma drove him. I sent the 2 oldest downstairs to play. They were picking on Daniel. Daniel and the Baby Adrianna are here in the livingroom with me watching tv. In 3 days my first born niece&amp;nbsp; Donna will be 27yrs old. I remember when I first held her. She was so tiny, less then 6lbs, and so cute. She looked like a lil doll baby. So, I'd like to wish Donna a very happy birthday come January 1st. Then on the 7th, my first born Emma is turning 30yrs old. Talk about feeling old, whew, lol. She's not at all thrilled about it either. Which is why I am throwing her a surprise party, heehee. Yes, if I have to feel old, so does she, lol. &lt;br /&gt;The above pics I took yesterday. Adrianna loves sitting next to her poppop. She will yell at the other 3 and say my poppop git, lol. The other pic is too cute. She fell asleep in her chair watching tv. She slept for over an hour, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I am very pleased to announce that my brother Harry has moved back to the east coast, from San Francisco. I am planning a trip soon to go see him. He is living with our sister Helen in New Jersey until he is settled in his own place. Welcome home Harry, we've missed you.&lt;br /&gt;So, how has everyone been? I hope the holidays have been good for you, and the new year brings everyone, love, peace and joy and most of all good health. &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-4907056142855233026?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4907056142855233026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-over.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4907056142855233026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4907056142855233026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-over.html' title='Almost over.'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SzowPfmKNcI/AAAAAAAABs4/GQpG1-A166M/s72-c/DSCI0292meandpoppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5659285409001988022</id><published>2009-11-28T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:14:56.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life since last posting</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last posting here in blogger. Sometimes it seems like there is not enough hours in the day to do what I want to do. Thanksgiving was great. There was 11 of us here. Dan's Mom was here for dinner along with friends of Emma and Dan's. They were a very nice couple. I enjoyed their company, very down to earth people they are. Dinner was great. We had turkey, stuffing, mashed potato's, gravy, fresh asparagus, sweet buttered corn, baked yams topped with toasted marshmallows, cranberry sauce. Didn't get to make my homemade coleslaw though. I will make it for christmas. Speaking of christmas, I am just about done with my shopping. Just have to get a few more things for Rebecca, another gift for my oldest Emma, and cologne for the hubby and I am done. Then I have to wrap it all, which is something I don't like to do. I could use gift bags, but that takes the fun out of unwrapping for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the weather sure has changed. It is cold and windy here in PA. We have the heat on today. It is just Dan and I and the 4 kids here today. Jim is working and Emma is helping friends move today. Soon we will fix the kids lunch and the 2 youngest will be going down for their naps, yippeeeeeeeee, lol.&amp;nbsp; Gotta love those afternoon naps they take. Yesterday I took the 3 oldest kids out with me to run some errands. I had to go to the bank and to Wawa. I decided to take them out to lunch. I asked, ok where do we wanna have lunch at? All 3 at the same time said Wendy's, lol, so that's where we went. So, it was a cheeseburger kids meal and 2 chicken nugget kids meals, all with chocolate milk, a bacon cheeseburger and small rootbeer for me and we sat down to eat. Afterwards we went to the park for a while. That trip was cut short because my grandson decided he was going to run through 4 inch deep puddle of water and was cold afterwards with wet sneakers, socks and pant legs. So we came home, he got changed and down for a nap he went. &lt;br /&gt;My sister Lucy is in San Antonio Texas for a few weeks with her boyfriend Joe and his family. I can't wait for her to get back to virginia. I miss chatting with her on im. &lt;br /&gt;So, what is on my agenda today? I am going to fix the kids lunch, then go downstairs to my room and watch Twilight's New Moon. A friend of Dan's got me a DVD of it. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Keep warm, safe and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5659285409001988022?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5659285409001988022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-since-last-posting.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5659285409001988022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5659285409001988022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-since-last-posting.html' title='Life since last posting'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2635988808266530738</id><published>2009-11-17T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:22:45.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Salute the men and women serving in the military</title><content type='html'>---Subject: Fw: Military Pay &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Cindy Williams is NOT the "Laverne &amp;amp; Shirley" Cindy Williams. She is a Assistant Director for National Security in the Congressional Budget Office...... ///////// &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Pay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an Airman's response to Cindy Williams' editorial piece in the Washington Times about MILITARY PAY, it should be printed in all newspapers across America . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Cindy Williams wrote a piece for the Washington Times, denouncing the pay raise(s) coming service members' way this year citing that she stated 13% wage increase was more than they deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young airman from Hill AFB responds to her article below. He ought to get a bonus for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ms Williams: I just had the pleasure of reading your column, "Our GIs earn enough" and I am a bit confused. Frankly, I'm wondering where this vaunted overpayment is going, because as far as I can tell, it disappears every month between DFAS (The Defense Finance and Accounting Service) and my bank account. Checking my latest earnings statement I see that I make $1,117.80 before taxes per month. After taxes, I take home $874.20. When I run that through the calculator, I come up with an annual salary of $13,413.60 before taxes, and $10,490.40, after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in the Air Force Network Control Center where I am part of the team responsible for a 5,000 host computer network. I am involved with infrastructure segments, specifically with Cisco Systems equipment. A quick check under jobs for Network Technicians in the Washington , D.C. area reveals a position in my career field, requiring three years experience with my job. Amazingly, this job does NOT pay $13,413.60 a year. No, this job is being offered at $70,000 to $80,000 per annum........... I'm sure you can draw the obvious conclusions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the tenor of your column, I would assume that you NEVER had the pleasure of serving your country in her armed forces. Before you take it upon yourself to once more castigate congressional and DOD leadership for attempting to get the families in the military's lowest pay brackets off of WIC and food stamps, I suggest that you join a group of deploying soldiers headed for AFGHANISTAN ; I leave the choice of service branch up to you. Whatever choice you make, though, opt for the SIX month rotation: it will guarantee you the longest possible time away from your family and friends, thus giving you full "deployment experience." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your group prepares to board the plane, make sure to note the spouses and children who are saying good-bye to their loved ones. Also take care to note that several families are still unsure of how they'll be able to make ends meet while the primary breadwinner is gone - obviously they've been squandering the "vast" piles of cash the government has been giving them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to deploy over a major holiday; Christmas and Thanksgiving are perennial favorites. And when you're actually over there, sitting in a foxhole, shivering against the cold desert night; and the flight sergeant tells you that there aren't enough people on shift to relieve you for chow, remember this: trade whatever MRE (meal-ready- to-eat) you manage to get for the tuna noodle casserole or cheese tortellini, and add Tabasco to everything.. This gives some flavor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to your loved ones as often as you are permitted; it won't nearly be long enough or often enough, but take what you can get and be thankful for it. You may have picked up on the fact that I disagree with most of the points you present in your opened piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, tomorrow from KABUL , I will defend to the death your right to say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am an American fighting man, a guarantor of your First Amendment rights and every other right you cherish. On a daily basis, my brother and sister soldiers worldwide ensure that you and people like you can thumb your collective nose at us, all on a salary that is nothing short of pitiful and under conditions that would make most people cringe. We hemorrhage our best and brightest into the private sector because we can't offer the stability and pay of civilian companies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, Ms. Williams, have the gall to say that we make more than we deserve? You can kiss my royal red a**!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1C Michael Bragg Hill AFB AFNCC &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU AGREE, PLEASE PASS THIS ALONG TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE AND SHOW YOUR SUPPORT OF THE AMERICAN FIGHTING MEN AND WOMEN. THANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;GOD BLESS THEM ALL AND THEIR FAMILIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2635988808266530738?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2635988808266530738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-salute-men-and-women-serving-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2635988808266530738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2635988808266530738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-salute-men-and-women-serving-in.html' title='I Salute the men and women serving in the military'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1663412350993029407</id><published>2009-10-30T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:37:38.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND MORE WEDDING PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-UY10hJI/AAAAAAAABso/AFzmUnZ8bRk/s1600-h/DSCI0225wed52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-UY10hJI/AAAAAAAABso/AFzmUnZ8bRk/s320/DSCI0225wed52.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE RINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-OZ-EpPI/AAAAAAAABsg/wcQtg2clNgo/s1600-h/DSCI0220wed50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-OZ-EpPI/AAAAAAAABsg/wcQtg2clNgo/s320/DSCI0220wed50.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DONNA AND HER BROTHER STEVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu9zfBLx7I/AAAAAAAABsA/Eg41g66gq9M/s1600-h/DSCI0194wed31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu9zfBLx7I/AAAAAAAABsA/Eg41g66gq9M/s320/DSCI0194wed31.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DONNA'S SISTER SHARON AND NIECE JACKIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu94w65aII/AAAAAAAABsI/hQM4iXaZHgg/s1600-h/DSCI0196wed32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu94w65aII/AAAAAAAABsI/hQM4iXaZHgg/s320/DSCI0196wed32.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;STEVE AND JACKIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-DC6MVrI/AAAAAAAABsQ/PYf4eNSqx-U/s1600-h/DSCI0213wed45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-DC6MVrI/AAAAAAAABsQ/PYf4eNSqx-U/s320/DSCI0213wed45.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-IMN6RXI/AAAAAAAABsY/E1Xx2iR9hvM/s1600-h/DSCI0217smooching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-IMN6RXI/AAAAAAAABsY/E1Xx2iR9hvM/s320/DSCI0217smooching.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY COUPLE&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/6232106558623002397-1663412350993029407?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1663412350993029407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-more-wedding-pics.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1663412350993029407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1663412350993029407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-more-wedding-pics.html' title='AND MORE WEDDING PICS'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu-UY10hJI/AAAAAAAABso/AFzmUnZ8bRk/s72-c/DSCI0225wed52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8155132715900494522</id><published>2009-10-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:31:06.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE WEDDING PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu82SmsAYI/AAAAAAAABr4/RdBu3amtBYE/s1600-h/DSCI0189parents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu82SmsAYI/AAAAAAAABr4/RdBu3amtBYE/s320/DSCI0189parents.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BRIDE AND GROOMS PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu8Ypm4r7I/AAAAAAAABrY/uTFooiOo7wc/s1600-h/DSCI0159wed2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu8Ypm4r7I/AAAAAAAABrY/uTFooiOo7wc/s320/DSCI0159wed2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BRIDE WITH HER MOM AND DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu8w9iMPcI/AAAAAAAABrw/CE6OUMETNM4/s1600-h/DSCI0185wed25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu8w9iMPcI/AAAAAAAABrw/CE6OUMETNM4/s320/DSCI0185wed25.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;COUSINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu8cF2xZ_I/AAAAAAAABrg/gpdtSnVq0i4/s1600-h/DSCI0158wed1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu8cF2xZ_I/AAAAAAAABrg/gpdtSnVq0i4/s320/DSCI0158wed1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE BRIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu8ojm_nUI/AAAAAAAABro/We0_KMRjXfU/s1600-h/DSCI0181wed22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu8ojm_nUI/AAAAAAAABro/We0_KMRjXfU/s320/DSCI0181wed22.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DANNY AND DONNA TURNER&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/6232106558623002397-8155132715900494522?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8155132715900494522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/10/bride-and-grooms-parents-bride-with-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8155132715900494522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8155132715900494522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/10/bride-and-grooms-parents-bride-with-her.html' title='MORE WEDDING PICS'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu82SmsAYI/AAAAAAAABr4/RdBu3amtBYE/s72-c/DSCI0189parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6036108442519087570</id><published>2009-10-30T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:23:53.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6b1JvO3I/AAAAAAAABqw/RWm5io9Ek0w/s1600-h/DSCI0229wed56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6b1JvO3I/AAAAAAAABqw/RWm5io9Ek0w/s320/DSCI0229wed56.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Danny Ray Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6VVAHPEI/AAAAAAAABqo/VaHrPhdp8og/s1600-h/DSCI0178wed20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6VVAHPEI/AAAAAAAABqo/VaHrPhdp8og/s320/DSCI0178wed20.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Turner family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6orEuZwI/AAAAAAAABrA/FZwyZ1UDjis/s1600-h/DSCI0202wed36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6orEuZwI/AAAAAAAABrA/FZwyZ1UDjis/s320/DSCI0202wed36.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The wedding cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6sPcSMxI/AAAAAAAABrI/Xk0qYocye3s/s1600-h/DSCI0211wed43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6sPcSMxI/AAAAAAAABrI/Xk0qYocye3s/s320/DSCI0211wed43.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sharing the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS JUST A COUPLE OF PHOTO'S. i HAVE ALOT MORE TO SHARE, AND WILL DO SO IN SMALL ENTRIES.&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/6232106558623002397-6036108442519087570?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6036108442519087570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6036108442519087570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6036108442519087570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-pics.html' title='wedding pics'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Suu6b1JvO3I/AAAAAAAABqw/RWm5io9Ek0w/s72-c/DSCI0229wed56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1571739291396033852</id><published>2009-10-22T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:47:16.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry? WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know it's been a while hasn't it? I have been a very busy person lately. With getting the girls up and ready for school, breakfast made, lunches packed, hair done, then home schooling Daniel a couple hours, then being sick as a dog with chest and sinus infection, I have just been too tired to make an entry. I should right now be finishing up the flower arrangement making and finishing the veil for the bride. Yep, there's going to be a wedding. My niece Donna and her fiance Danny are getting married this saturday. Jim, Rebecca and I along with Emma, Marissa and Adrianna are going to Virginia on saturday to attend the wedding. My daughter Emma is the maid of honor. Dannys sister Laura is a bridesmaid, his grandfather is his best man, and Anthony and Skylar (Donna and Dannys son and daughter) are the flower girl and ring bearer. We've had 2 weeks to put together this wedding. So much rushing around and shopping has been done. I am so excited for Donna and Danny. They have been together for 10 years now. We are leaving here at 6:am saturday morning and should arrive in virginia at around 10:am. Then it will be decorating the hall for the reception, cooking the food and transporting it to the hall, doing hair and make-up, getting dressed. Donna is going to get dressed at the church. My sister Lucy and I will be making hot roast beef and gravy, meatballs and sauce, baked ziti, pasta salad, and some finger foods. Enough for about 50 people. They will have 2 ministers there, actually 3 if I count myself. I will be leading everyone in a prayer of blessing before the other 2 ministers perform the ceremony. I am so honored that Donna asked me to say the prayer. A professional photographer will be taking wedding pics, but I will be taking my camera also. So I can share the pictures with all of you. Well, I'll say no more about the wedding. You all gotta wait til I get home on sunday to hear more about it, hahaha. Well, I haven't been on Facebook either. I'm just not comfortable there. Here either, but I don't wanna lose touch with any of you. So I will keep this blog and make entries when I can.  I hope all of you are doing well. And your families and pets also. Get your flu shots and use hand sanitizer several times a day. This swine flu thing is just so crazy. We keep hand sanitizer here in the house, plus the girl's teachers asked everyone to bring some in also, to avoid some germs in class. By the way so far our lil second graders are doing awesome in school. They love school, and they love their teachers. They've made new friends. Bringing home papers they have done with excellent grades on them. I'm so proud of them. Well, I think I will go now. Time for a shower and my jammies. Take care, keep well. See you again real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1571739291396033852?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1571739291396033852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/10/entry-wow.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1571739291396033852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1571739291396033852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/10/entry-wow.html' title='An Entry? WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8310466348776570082</id><published>2009-09-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:48:57.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Patrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SrD3Rdx_i_I/AAAAAAAABno/EwUwdPbsK5Y/s1600-h/17-patrick-swayze-1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382073434131893234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SrD3Rdx_i_I/AAAAAAAABno/EwUwdPbsK5Y/s320/17-patrick-swayze-1405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               PATRICK SWAYZE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              8/18/52  -  9/14/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is with great sadness I make this entry about a wonderful actor, who has lost is 20 month battle with advanced pancreatic cancer. Diagnosed in January 2008, Patrick lost his battle, and passed away peacefully at his California home with his family by his side. My prayers go out to his wife Lisa and his family. I have been a fan of Patrick Swayze for many year's. I would never pass up an oppertunity to watch a movie with Patrick in it. A few of my favorites are ROAD HOUSE, DIRTY DANCING and GHOST. Patrick was not only an awesome actor, but he could dance also. He put his heart and soul into his career and family life. He will not only be missed by his family, friends, but he will also be missed by thousands of fans and by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick as you depart this earth and enter the gates of heaven, please know that those left behind here on earth will hold you in our thoughts and hearts forever. Rest in Peace Patrick.&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/6232106558623002397-8310466348776570082?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8310466348776570082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-patrick.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8310466348776570082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8310466348776570082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-patrick.html' title='RIP Patrick'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SrD3Rdx_i_I/AAAAAAAABno/EwUwdPbsK5Y/s72-c/17-patrick-swayze-1405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1045646118238260020</id><published>2009-09-14T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:30:23.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Birthday Rebecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vzH5z0MI/AAAAAAAABng/RB_cXZgtpkY/s1600-h/DSCI0033becca11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431897584029890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vzH5z0MI/AAAAAAAABng/RB_cXZgtpkY/s320/DSCI0033becca11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vyskg5kI/AAAAAAAABnY/6-Vtbw6lRVw/s1600-h/DSCI0031becca10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431890246952514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vyskg5kI/AAAAAAAABnY/6-Vtbw6lRVw/s320/DSCI0031becca10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vyXHkpuI/AAAAAAAABnQ/hqXk725qyKY/s1600-h/DSCI0043becca12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431884488419042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vyXHkpuI/AAAAAAAABnQ/hqXk725qyKY/s320/DSCI0043becca12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vdPIhqNI/AAAAAAAABnI/6QI3jCyxxiI/s1600-h/DSCI0029becca9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431521567680722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vdPIhqNI/AAAAAAAABnI/6QI3jCyxxiI/s320/DSCI0029becca9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vc-TQT9I/AAAAAAAABnA/dsfli93EQQU/s1600-h/DSCI0046becca13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431517049278418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vc-TQT9I/AAAAAAAABnA/dsfli93EQQU/s320/DSCI0046becca13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vcYd7d1I/AAAAAAAABm4/5m9usJZrd2I/s1600-h/DSCI0029becca9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431506893502290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vcYd7d1I/AAAAAAAABm4/5m9usJZrd2I/s320/DSCI0029becca9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vcHk9u3I/AAAAAAAABmw/VpjYihKvlmc/s1600-h/DSCI0025becca8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431502359608178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vcHk9u3I/AAAAAAAABmw/VpjYihKvlmc/s320/DSCI0025becca8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vbqsGIQI/AAAAAAAABmo/ImCr12AhLuI/s1600-h/DSCI0022becca7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381431494604890370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vbqsGIQI/AAAAAAAABmo/ImCr12AhLuI/s320/DSCI0022becca7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yep, my baby girl is 8 years old. Yesterday she had a party. A Taco party is what she wanted, so that's what she got. Homemade taco's with all the fixings, mini franks wrapped in bisquits and baked, chips, pretzels, soda, and at the end a piece of Carvel Icecream cake. Along with all the gifts, she wanted underwear, lol. So as you can see the big pile of clothes, underwear I bought her. Along with all the other things. She got cards with money totaling 65.00. Right now she is out with her big sister Emma. Emma is buying her birthday gifts today. Well, this is a short entry but I do have more pics to make another entry with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love....................................Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1045646118238260020?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1045646118238260020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-8th-birthday-rebecca.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1045646118238260020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1045646118238260020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-8th-birthday-rebecca.html' title='Happy 8th Birthday Rebecca'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq6vzH5z0MI/AAAAAAAABng/RB_cXZgtpkY/s72-c/DSCI0033becca11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1571937219868723389</id><published>2009-09-14T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:11:56.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca and ponies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5l0eNP3EI/AAAAAAAABmg/HBVmXa3bVno/s1600-h/beccaponies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381350556890553410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5l0eNP3EI/AAAAAAAABmg/HBVmXa3bVno/s320/beccaponies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kqw-EhnI/AAAAAAAABmY/R_MwXdD8Xbo/s1600-h/beccaponie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381349290616850034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kqw-EhnI/AAAAAAAABmY/R_MwXdD8Xbo/s320/beccaponie5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kqvkbibI/AAAAAAAABmQ/OuX6sv_ahKU/s1600-h/beccaponie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381349290240870834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kqvkbibI/AAAAAAAABmQ/OuX6sv_ahKU/s320/beccaponie4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kqXXeG0I/AAAAAAAABmI/11GwraGiY0I/s1600-h/beccaponie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381349283744062274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kqXXeG0I/AAAAAAAABmI/11GwraGiY0I/s320/beccaponie3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kpx4C7dI/AAAAAAAABmA/3LnbjOpGn2I/s1600-h/beccaponie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381349273680145874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kpx4C7dI/AAAAAAAABmA/3LnbjOpGn2I/s320/beccaponie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kpoQuu4I/AAAAAAAABl4/mY7aNIMAxVE/s1600-h/becca6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381349271099325314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5kpoQuu4I/AAAAAAAABl4/mY7aNIMAxVE/s320/becca6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;These pictures are from the trip Rebecca and I took to Virginia. We had an awesome time. We stayed 9 days and I wish we could of stayed longer. I enjoyed spending time with my sister Lucy and seeing all her kids and grandkids. I have pictures of her grandkids to show you, but I have to download them. I'll be making quite a few entries with pictures. I am so behind in postings and visiting your journals, please forgive me. Anyways can you tell how much Rebecca loves ponies? These ponies are ones from the Chincoteaque pony run they do every year. The ponies are put up for auction. The ones left are put here for display, and some are taken back across the bay to await next years pony run and auction. Years ago when I lived in virginia I went to a pony run with my sister Lucy. It was awesome. We got there at 4am, sat in the lawn chairs we brought with us and were right up in front. It was a beautiful sight to see the pony running towards us and cowboys on horses guiding the ponies into the corrals. But there was a downside to being up close. It was the smell, lol. The ponies were covered in mud and bay water and oh my did they stink. But I enjoyed the experience of seeing it all. I would love to take Rebecca one day. I think she would love it. Well thats enough for this entry. I'm gonna go fix some lunch, then download all the pictures I have on my camera, and make another entry or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;LOVE YA..................................CINDY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6232106558623002397-1571937219868723389?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1571937219868723389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/09/rebecca-and-ponies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1571937219868723389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1571937219868723389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/09/rebecca-and-ponies.html' title='Rebecca and ponies'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sq5l0eNP3EI/AAAAAAAABmg/HBVmXa3bVno/s72-c/beccaponies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-464765304106616257</id><published>2009-09-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:58:26.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ant and the Grasshopper</title><content type='html'>This one is a little different...&lt;br /&gt;Two Different Versions! .................  Two Different Morals!&lt;br /&gt;OLD VERSION:&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances  and plays the summer away.&lt;br /&gt;Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.  &lt;br /&gt;  MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;MODERN VERSION: The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.&lt;br /&gt;Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. CBS, NBC , PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food. America is stunned by the sharp contrast.&lt;br /&gt;How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;br /&gt;Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, 'It's Not Easy Being Green.'&lt;br /&gt;Acorn stages a demonstration in front of the ant 's house where the news stations film the group singing, 'We shall overcome.'  Rev. Jeremiah Wright  then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's  sake.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Pelosi &amp;amp; Harry Reid exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity &amp;amp; Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government Green Czar.&lt;br /&gt;The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ants food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;The ant has disappeared in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:  Be careful how you vote in 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-464765304106616257?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/464765304106616257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ant-and-grasshopper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/464765304106616257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/464765304106616257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ant-and-grasshopper.html' title='Ant and the Grasshopper'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2090861501946465602</id><published>2009-08-31T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:52:07.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL HERE</title><content type='html'>I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW I AM STILL AROUND. HAVEN'T HAD MUCH TIME LATELY FOR ANYTHING. TRYING TO GET THINGS READY FOR REBECCA FOR SCHOOL. SHE GOES INTO SECOND GRADE ON SEPT 8TH. I'LL BE BY AGAIN SOON TO POST A LONGER ENTRY. AND WILL TRY TO GET BACK TO READING YOURS SOON. WE HAD SOME MAJOR COMPUTER PROBLEMS AND I LOST ALL YOUR LINKS IN MY FAVORITES. IF YOU CAN WOULD YOU EMAIL ME YOUR LINKS PLEASE, SPREAD THE WORD AROUND FOR ME OK. HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS                  CINDY XOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2090861501946465602?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2090861501946465602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-here.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2090861501946465602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2090861501946465602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-here.html' title='STILL HERE'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-9182228263312351082</id><published>2009-07-27T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:40:46.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Posting from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JU7Se1xI/AAAAAAAABlw/_Ge1JfcbFTo/s1600-h/DSCI1513daniel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363375198850438930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JU7Se1xI/AAAAAAAABlw/_Ge1JfcbFTo/s320/DSCI1513daniel1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JU3NDUUI/AAAAAAAABlo/JBvBfNat3T0/s1600-h/DSCI1515adrianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363375197753921858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JU3NDUUI/AAAAAAAABlo/JBvBfNat3T0/s320/DSCI1515adrianna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JUlMrc3I/AAAAAAAABlg/eyl5sVyK3rQ/s1600-h/DSCI1455helenangrandson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363375192920519538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JUlMrc3I/AAAAAAAABlg/eyl5sVyK3rQ/s320/DSCI1455helenangrandson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JUd2hMVI/AAAAAAAABlY/0bqui6WAU_0/s1600-h/DSCI1423myangels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363375190948524370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JUd2hMVI/AAAAAAAABlY/0bqui6WAU_0/s320/DSCI1423myangels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6I03nTEBI/AAAAAAAABlQ/r4roS7Oczu4/s1600-h/DSCI1521adrianna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363374648108191762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6I03nTEBI/AAAAAAAABlQ/r4roS7Oczu4/s320/DSCI1521adrianna2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a few pics loaded. First one is my grandson Daniel. He is 4 now. Next is my granddaughter Adrianna who is 22mos. Then its my sister Helen and her first grandchild. Isn't he adorable? Then we have the 3 older kids posing in front of the neighbors water fountain. Last but not least is Adrianna who just had her first icecream cone, lol. She was taken directly to the tub when she finished. Things are going well. The kids are enjoying summer with swimming, picnics in park and going to the movies and making crafts such as posters and paper bag puppets. Emma hangs them up on cabinets for everyone to look at. Next weekend Rebecca and I are going away on vacation. We'll be going to Virginia to visit with my sister Lucy and her kids and grandkids. Jim's not going, he has to work. We'll do something together when we get back. I'd like to go to Berlin Auction again. We will be leaving Aug 2 and coming back Aug 9. I will take loads of pics and share them with you. Tonight I was going to delete my Facebook account, but decided not too. I seen so many I love and care about on there from JLand. I really miss JLand. Well, everyone here is asleep. I should be too, but I took a long nap today. I will be going to bed soon. I wanna clean up the back yard in the morning before it gets too hot out, and clean out the pool for the kids. They have the yard a total mess. Well, I think I better go get ready for bed before Jim comes looking for me. lol Take care everone and hope your summer has been a great one so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CINDY XOXOXOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6232106558623002397-9182228263312351082?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/9182228263312351082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/07/posting-from-me.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/9182228263312351082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/9182228263312351082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/07/posting-from-me.html' title='A Posting from me'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sm6JU7Se1xI/AAAAAAAABlw/_Ge1JfcbFTo/s72-c/DSCI1513daniel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3469904778239422984</id><published>2009-07-04T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:26:37.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 4TH EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY 4TH EVERYONE. HOPE YOUR HAVING A GREAT WEEKEND. MINE HAS BEEN A GOOD ONE THUS FAR.  JIM COOKED BURGERS, HOTDOGS, CHICKEN AND CORN ON COB ON GRILL. I MADE POTATO SALAD, A SALAD, AND SLICED UP TOMATOES FOR THOSE WHO WANT THEM ON BURGERS. THERE WAS PICKLES, OLIVES, BAKED BEANS. EVERY ATE GOOD. FOR DESSERT IT WAS STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE AND ADDED SOME BLUEBERRIES IN IT, SO DESSERT WAS RED, WHITE AND BLUE, LOL. RIGHT NOW THE ONLY ONES HOME ARE ME AND THE BABY. SHE IS SLEEPING. EVERYONE ELSE WENT TO WATCH THE FIREWORKS AT PENNS LANDING. IT'LL BE THE KIDS FIRST TIME TO SEE FIRE WORKS UP CLOSE. I HOPE THEY DON'T GET SCARED FROM THE NOISE. I HAD A HAPPY SURPRISE TODAY. I FOUND 2 NICE RIPE TOMATOES ON MY PLANTS OUTSIDE. I PICKED THEM WASHED THEM OFF, SLICED THEM UP AND MAN THEY WERE GOOD, LOL. THERE'S NOTHING BETTER IN MY BOOK THEN A HOME GROWN TOMATO. JIM HAS A 3 DAY WEEKEND AND HE WAS TOLD WEDNESDAY HE GOT A RAISE. THAT IS DEFINATELY GOOD NEWS, SINCE THEY TAKE ALMOST 450.00 EVERY 2 WEEKS OUT OF HIS CHECK JUST FOR INSURANCE AND DENTAL. THAT DOESN'T INCLUDE THOSE TAXES. HE PUTS IN ALOT OF OVERTIME TO MAKE UP FOR IT ALL. HE'S BEEN DOING SOME SIDE WORK ALSO.  WE'VE STARTED OUR SEARCH FOR A BIGGER PLACE. 4 TO 5 BEDROOMS WITH EITHER A FINISHED BASEMENT OR A GARAGE SO WE CAN STORE THINGS IN. WE'LL ALL LIVE THERE TIL WE BUY OUR HOUSES. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT DAY TO COME. WELL, I DON'T HAVE MUCH TO SAY RIGHT NOW. I AM TIRED. GOT UP EARLY AND COOKED MOST THE DAY. I'M GONNA GO AND TRY TO READ A COUPLE JOURNALS BEFORE EVERYONE GETS HOME. PLEASE HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY WEEKEND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3469904778239422984?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3469904778239422984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-everyone.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3469904778239422984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3469904778239422984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-everyone.html' title='HAPPY 4TH EVERYONE'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2335068033544167150</id><published>2009-06-19T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:28:46.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time coming</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been a while hasn't it. Things have just been so crazy around here. There's been a few times I almost lost it, literally. The stress level is so thick sometimes you can cut it with a knife. I actually would get up and leave and not return until it was time to go pick the girls up from school. Things seem to just get worse anymore. Like tomorrow for example. My granddaughter Marissa is leaving for Lee Massachusettes. She's going to spend a week with her biological father. All of a sudden he wants to be a part of this childs life? Dan is hurt, very hurt because Marissa won't be here for Father's Day. To him Marissa is his daughter, she has been for almost her whole 7yrs. Rebecca is so upset Marissa is going away, she let her sleep in her bed with her, and that never happens. Tomorrow this is going to be a houseful of tension and tears, I just know it. And it's going to be a very long week for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the girls are finished with the school year. They both passed to the second grade. Rebecca is on the honor roll again. That's my girl.  All A's she got. Marissa got A's and B's. We're very proud of them. Rebecca is reading at a 3rd grade level and doing math, science, social studies at 2nd grade level. Marissa is where she should be in between 1st and 2nd grade levels.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Adrianna are doing well. Daniel is almost potty trained thank goodness. Adrianna runs now instead of walking lol. If they put her down for a nap and she doesn't want to take one she yells......mommom. Like I'm gonna save her from taking her nap lol. And as for Daniel he is ready for preschool. He can spell and write his name. He can spell his colors. He counts to 10 in english and 6 in spanish. And he has 3 books that he can actually read word for word. He knows the names of all the shapes. His teacher is going to love him.&lt;br /&gt;Dan's back pain hasn't gotten any better. H'e seeing a pain specialists now who is going to start giving him injections in his spinal cord. If they don't work, it'll be surgery again. So we're hoping and praying all goes well with the injections.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of surgery, I have made a decision. I decided not to go ahead with the gastro intestinal bypass surgery. I know it's something I need but I can't go through with it. Most of you remember me writing about my niece Sandy who I dreamed died having her baby and 12 days after giving birth she did die, then my father who i dreamed was shot and killed a week later was found floating in creek. Well, I had a dream I was at a funeral and when I walked up to the coffin, it was me laying in it. Well, with my dreams and them coming true, that scared the beejeezers out of me. I can't go through with it, that's what my gut instinct is telling me, don't do it. So, I am going to ask my doctor on my next visit if there is something else we can do besides surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I went out today and bought tons of fresh veggies and fruits, tuna, turkey, water and tomorrow I am going to start a diet...........again. Since school is out now I can get excercise by walking the kids to the park. My sister Lucy said to turn music on and dance. Good idea sis, me and the girls can do that downstairs in my room during the day when the 2 lil ones are asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to anyone's blog in a while. I'm sorry about that. I will try soon though to get to each of you. I guess I will go now. I'm too tired to think, lol. I hope your all doing well and you have a wonderful summer.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, CINDY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2335068033544167150?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2335068033544167150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-coming.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2335068033544167150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2335068033544167150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-coming.html' title='Long time coming'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3758670790794058239</id><published>2009-05-28T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:23:21.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD RAGE</title><content type='html'>A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup..As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door.  She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects. &lt;br /&gt;He said, 'I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him.' I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'Follow Me to Sunday-School ' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk; naturally...I assumed you had stolen the car.'Priceless                             [AMEN...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3758670790794058239?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3758670790794058239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-rage.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3758670790794058239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3758670790794058239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-rage.html' title='ROAD RAGE'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2477015205392373949</id><published>2009-05-14T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:50:28.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still here, just worn out. Will make an entry soon. Hope all of you are doing well. I'll be by to visit your blogs soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2477015205392373949?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2477015205392373949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-here-just-worn-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2477015205392373949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2477015205392373949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-here-just-worn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8757230585552384187</id><published>2009-04-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:26:11.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>I can see it's been a while since my last posting. I guess I had better give some kind of update huh? I was very sick for a while. I caught pnuemonia, strep throat and also thrush. Talk about a painful mouth, yikes. I wasn't able to eat anything spicey. Soups, icecream is all I could manage. I have to go back and have another chest xray to make sure the pnuemonia is gone, if not it's into the hospital I go for a while to clear out my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;We have started the process in getting my Gastro Intestinal Bypass. My insurance company is covering all but 300.00 of it. I've already paid 100.00 of that. I met with who will be my surgeon, Dr. Trang. He explained the procedure to me, and said it is a risky surgery. The tiniest leak could kill me. Two weeks before the surgery I will be put on a no sugar, no fat high protein diet. After the surgery I will be on a liquid diet for 2 weeks. Then it will be creamed soups, jello, pudding and liquids for another 2 weeks. On the 5th week I can start introducing one solid a day into my system again, like scrambled egg, or mac and cheese or mashed potatoes. My hospital stay will be 2 to 3 days if all goes well. So, I have weighed in the good with having the surgery and I have weighed in the bad. Am I willing to go through with it all? Yes, I am. By getting this bypass not only will I lose alot of weight, but my diabetes could go away and so could my high blood pressure. And I'll be able to breathe better not carrying around all this extra weight. 200 pounds of extra weight. So, I met with the surgeon, now we're working on getting my tests in order, and ordering more tests. I also have to meet with a nutritionists, and a psychologist, and a physical therapist. Those are what the 300.00 is for. I am excited about all of this. To lose all this weight and be more energetic and run and play with the kids will be great. A week after the surgeon who removed the lump from my breast released me, I had to go back to see her. My breast got really red and tender and it worried me. She did an ultrasound and seen a large pocket of fluid build up. So she numbed it up and took a huge needle and sucked out the fluid. Ahhhh, it feels so much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a quiet restful day. I have a big pot of sauce cooking on the stove. Soon I will be adding sausage and meatballs to it, and letting it cook some more. We'll have garlic bread to go along with dinner. Is dinner ready yet? I'm starving, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that's about it for now. I have alot to share in pictures, which I have to download yet. So take care and hope all is well with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8757230585552384187?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8757230585552384187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-better.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8757230585552384187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8757230585552384187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5627987511625141579</id><published>2009-03-24T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:31:19.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEP IT'S ME..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmgYfTPJII/AAAAAAAABlA/hadNa5txUEc/s1600-h/Photo-0118babygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316957177667069058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmgYfTPJII/AAAAAAAABlA/hadNa5txUEc/s320/Photo-0118babygirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmgEbhC7tI/AAAAAAAABk4/kkWyLcWgdec/s1600-h/Photo-0117wendys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316956833053863634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmgEbhC7tI/AAAAAAAABk4/kkWyLcWgdec/s320/Photo-0117wendys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmfsljJ3XI/AAAAAAAABkw/85aXooLx9-0/s1600-h/DSCI1240sawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316956423430200690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmfsljJ3XI/AAAAAAAABkw/85aXooLx9-0/s320/DSCI1240sawns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmfZy79LMI/AAAAAAAABko/jimlhhH9eqI/s1600-h/DSCI1239jimbarbbruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316956100606373058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmfZy79LMI/AAAAAAAABko/jimlhhH9eqI/s320/DSCI1239jimbarbbruce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmfHlNrCbI/AAAAAAAABkg/CNXQGkDN84U/s1600-h/DSCI1236jimpainting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316955787684940210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmfHlNrCbI/AAAAAAAABkg/CNXQGkDN84U/s320/DSCI1236jimpainting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Scme6JRcViI/AAAAAAAABkY/WLbH9tWR5y4/s1600-h/DSCI1237jimnavy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316955556846261794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Scme6JRcViI/AAAAAAAABkY/WLbH9tWR5y4/s320/DSCI1237jimnavy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmewUNeAqI/AAAAAAAABkQ/4GNbKH_NoVc/s1600-h/DSCI1235jim+and+bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316955387983692450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmewUNeAqI/AAAAAAAABkQ/4GNbKH_NoVc/s320/DSCI1235jim+and+bruce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmeRxFbvTI/AAAAAAAABkI/bXNFfH3-pnU/s1600-h/DSCI1234dan+and+emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316954863158672690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmeRxFbvTI/AAAAAAAABkI/bXNFfH3-pnU/s320/DSCI1234dan+and+emma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yep, it's me. I am back. Feeling so much better. Swelling and redness is gone. Glue is almost off of incision. I go back to see breast surgeon tomorrow morning at 10am and hopefully she releases me. I awakened this morning at 6:30, got the girls dressed and fed and took them to school. Checked my email, read and commented on a few blogs, and at 12:30 my head was pounding and I felt dizzy so I went to my room and laid down. Jim woke me up at 7:pm for dinner. So since I took such a long nap, I thought I'd try to make an entry before I get tired again. But before I say anymore I want to tell you about the pictures above. The first one is of my youngest grandchild, Adrianna. She has grown so much, and is walking now. Her hair is so curly and getting long. The second pic is my grandson Daniel. He took me out on a date last week and he even paid for our lunch. He's eatting his cheeseburger meal with fries and chocolate milk. It was so cute, the cashier looked at me for the money, and he puts the money his daddy gave him 15.00 on the counter and says, "Lunch is on me today mommom." Everyone in line awed, he was so cute. We get our food and go sit down and Daniel says, next time mommom you can use your plastic, lmbo. I cracked up he was so funny cause he was serious. Lunch was delicious but my date out with my grandson was the best part, oh and him paying for it was good too, lol. Next is a pic of my hubby and his brothers and sisters. From left to right we have my sil Janet, then my hubby Jim, my bil Walt, bil Bruce and my sil Barbie. Barbie has a pic of them as little kids in the same order. She's gonna get us all copies made. I ordered copies of this pic as adults for everyone. Next is a pic of from left to right my hubby Jim has a lil boy, his sister Barbie and brother Bruce. They are so cute. Next is a painted portrait of my hubby Jim when he was in the navy. Handsome isn't he? The next one is the genuine navy picture they take. I like the painted one better, lol. Next is my hubby Jim and his brother Bruce. They are just so adorable. Last is my daughter Emma and my sil Dan. Their all dressed up for a union ball. I love the gown Emma wore. She got it at Sear's for 99.99 but on sale for 69.99. She is so tan from the salon. They had a wonderful time at the ball. I was glad to babysit because they needed some time out together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well, Jim's fathers funeral was nice. He looked very handsome laid out in his coffin. Jim and his youngest brother Walt helped carry the casket along with their bil Ed, Ed's son Travis and Jim's bil David. Since my fil was a veteran of the USMC he had a flad draped over his casket at the cemetary. Three marines were there. One was off in a distance. He played TAPS. Well as soon as he started I think everyone lost it and was crying. When he finished, the other two marines folded the flag, and then one of them presented my mil with the flag and said, On behalf of the USMC and the president we present this flag to you. Then he stood up, saluted Jims Mom and walked away. We all went to the church to their dining hall for a very delicious brunch given by the ladies of the church. Then we went to my inlaws house and talked, had coffee, and looked at old pictures. The church delivered all the leftovers to the house so we had it all for dinner. It was a sad day, but a nice day full of family tears and laughs. Well, tomorrow is a busy day for me. Doctors, then off to the school to meet with Rebecca's teacher and get her report card. Then to post office and CVS to pick up my Lexapro, afterwards I'll need a nap, lol. I guess that is about all there is to tell. Well, there's probably more but I can't think of it now, lol. Thank you all for staying with me, and for your prayers. They meant alot to me. Oh yea, there was something I forgot to tell you. Today March 24, 2009 Jim and I have been married 30 years. And if I had it to do all over again, I'd marry him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE YA..............................CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5627987511625141579?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5627987511625141579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/03/yep-its-me.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5627987511625141579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5627987511625141579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/03/yep-its-me.html' title='YEP IT&apos;S ME..............'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/ScmgYfTPJII/AAAAAAAABlA/hadNa5txUEc/s72-c/Photo-0118babygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8925201579412273847</id><published>2009-03-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:14:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL HERE</title><content type='html'>JUST WANTED TO DROP A NOTE AND SAY I AM STILL HERE. I AM JUST TAKING A LITTLE BREAK. BEEN REAL TIRED LATELY AND SLOW IN HEALING FROM THE SURGERY. I WILL BE BACK IN A COUPLE DAYS WITH PICS AND AN UPDATE. I JUST NEED TO REST UP A BIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AND MISS YA'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINDY XOXOXOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8925201579412273847?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8925201579412273847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-here.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8925201579412273847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8925201579412273847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-here.html' title='STILL HERE'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8576100117055861818</id><published>2009-03-07T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:49:05.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have some good news and some sad news. The good news is that the lump is not cancer. The doctor called with the results and totally took alot of weight off my shoulders. Thursday I went to see my primary doctor. He took more blood to check my sugar level. And he discussed with me about whether or not I would consider having a Gastro Intestinal Bypass. Now that is something I really have wanted to have done for quite a while. So he gave me the name of someone in Elkins Park, Pa. I called them gave my insurance info and they will send me a bunch of forms to fill out, send back to them and then they'll set me up with an appointment for a consultation. Please keep your fingers crossed the insurance approves it for me. Ok now some bad news. It is official. I am a diabetic. I am now on a pill I take at dinner time for the diabetes. But my doctor said I get the surgery to lose weight and the diabetes could go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now I have sad news. At 3:30am this morning my father in law Walter M. Sawn passed away. Jim's mom is ok, she has family at the house with her. Jims talked with her on the phone. The funeral is going to be private, a gravesite viewing and burrial. Jim and I and Dan and Emma will attend the funeral. Dan's brother Walt and his Mom will be here to watch the kids. We're leaving the girls home from school on tuesday, so they don't have to worry about going to get the kids. Jim wants to talk so I am going to go now. Keep us in your prayers ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8576100117055861818?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8576100117055861818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-some-good-news-and-some-sad-news.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8576100117055861818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8576100117055861818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-some-good-news-and-some-sad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-936991418022612057</id><published>2009-03-02T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:33:27.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sayc80oaCHI/AAAAAAAABkA/nTvbIwLtyOc/s1600-h/DSCI1226boob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308790629497178226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sayc80oaCHI/AAAAAAAABkA/nTvbIwLtyOc/s320/DSCI1226boob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that is a pic of my boob where I had the surgery. The ugliest part is way at the bottom which is the swelling and bruising. That's about 2 inches of the incision you can see, it goes lower but it hurts too much to touch it to move it so you can see the rest. I haven't heard from the doctor yet on any test results. Believe me my nerves are on edge waiting. I tried to drive yesterday. I won't be trying that again for a while longer. Pulling the car door closed, hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jims Dad is home. He was driven by ambulance home. He has a nurse that comes for the next couple days and after that he is on his own. The nurse told Jims mom the doctor said he has 2 to 3 days and it will be over. His dad's kidneys are shutting down and he has a portable pump that pushes medicine into his heart. It can only be used for 2 days supposedly, after that there's no more medicine and just time before he goes into his final sleep. Jim is on eggshells just waiting for the phone call. He went to see his dad yesterday and stayed there most of the day. He then left and went to the hospital to visit his grandmom. She fell a few days ago, and when Jims mom seen her legs she immediately called 911. Her legs were blistard covered and had red lines all over them. She is in intensive care where they can keep a close watch on her due to her age which is 99 years old. Jims mom said she will be 100 on October 22. She was born in 1909.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got lots of snow last night into today. It totaled about 6 inches. The wind is blowing and it is freezing outside. Last I checked it was 19 degree's outside. It's suppose to go down to 12 degrees tonight. Schools were closed today, but they should be open tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here sweating my butt off with major hot flashes. All part of the meno pause or my pain meds. I could sit in an airconditioned room right now. lol As soon as I find out the results of my surgery I will come back here and post the results. Please keep a prayer going up for my FIL, jims Grandmom and myself. I hope everyone is doing well and is warm and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.....................Cindy xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-936991418022612057?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/936991418022612057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-that-is-pic-of-my-boob-where-i-had.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/936991418022612057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/936991418022612057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-that-is-pic-of-my-boob-where-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/Sayc80oaCHI/AAAAAAAABkA/nTvbIwLtyOc/s72-c/DSCI1226boob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6621690046604724445</id><published>2009-02-28T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:07:18.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURGERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SamR7RJNgdI/AAAAAAAABj4/GJZqha7RMNA/s1600-h/YGP432frommyhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307934083233186258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SamR7RJNgdI/AAAAAAAABj4/GJZqha7RMNA/s320/YGP432frommyhome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been back sooner, but I've been really depressed about the breast surgery. I had the surgery yesterday. What should of been a 1 inch incision ended up being a 4 inch incision. My left breast is so sore, swollen and very bruised and alot of pain when the percoset wear's off. I have to wear a sports bra and to get that on is a major project. I had to have my daughter Emma helped me put it on today because Jims at work and I couldn't ask him. Boy did it hurt putting this thing on. During surgery they gave me something that made me very calm then they numbed the area they were going to cut. During the surgery I had to tell them to stop at least 8 times because I felt the pain of what they were doing. They kept having to give me pain medicine. I don't remember saying this, but the nurses said during surgery I asked how my hair was, and if it still looked nice, because my daughter had french braided it for me that morning. They also said I asked for a blanket because my Dad was part bear and I had his DNA and my legs might be hairy and I wanted them covered up, lol. All in all everything went well. My surgeons were great, the nurses were so polite and gentle and very helpful. I was glad to come home though. I was starving, because I hadn't eatten since the night before. I wanted a fish sandwich. So Jim went to the new McDonalds they built near us and bought me 2 Filet O Fish sandwiches (no cheese). I ate both of them, they were so good. Then I went downstairs and slept until 10pm. I came upstairs and everyone was sleeping up here, (Emma, Dan, Daniel and Adrianna). I had a glass of pepsi and took a pain pill and went back to bed until 5am this morning. I'm thinking about going downstairs to lay down for a while. Emma and the 2 younger kids are napping. Dan took Marissa out for a daddy/daughter outting, and Jim and Rebecca will soon be leaving to go out on their daddy/daughter trip. So, it will be quiet here. Jim will be going to Leesburg, NJ tomorrow. He's going to see his Dad. He was released from hospital today and driven by ambulance home. The doctor's said there is no more they can do for him, his time is almost up. He wanted to go home to be with his family. Jim's Mom isn't doing well in trying to accept the end is almost here. Jim's going to spend the whole day there tomorrow. I told him he has to go. Not getting a chance to say goodbye to a loved one can really mess with your mind and leave such an empty void. Well, I go see my family practioner on monday, then next friday I go and see the surgeon who did the breast surgery so she can check the incision. I am praying it isn't cancer, and holding onto my love and faith for God. I want to thank Nelishia for the beautiful card she sent me, and I want to thank Sugar for the wonderful card she emailed me. I guess I will go now. I am feeling alot of pain right now and need to take a pain pill and go lay down a while. Take care and I hope you have a wonderful weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Love to all...........................CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-6621690046604724445?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6621690046604724445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/surgery.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6621690046604724445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6621690046604724445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/surgery.html' title='SURGERY'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SamR7RJNgdI/AAAAAAAABj4/GJZqha7RMNA/s72-c/YGP432frommyhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6763025183400362978</id><published>2009-02-17T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:21:11.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50's</title><content type='html'>This is one of the best 50's video's I've seen. You will enjoy this. But only if you were in our generation or very close. . . .  And if you were not in this generation -- listen and eat your hearts out... It was one of the best of times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://oldfortyfives.com/TakeMeBackToTheFifties.htm" href="http://oldfortyfives.com/TakeMeBackToTheFifties.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://oldfortyfives.com/TakeMeBackToTheFifties.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-6763025183400362978?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6763025183400362978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/50s.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6763025183400362978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6763025183400362978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/50s.html' title='The 50&apos;s'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5500704125940737386</id><published>2009-02-17T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:32:14.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMEN</title><content type='html'>A United States Marine was attending some college courses between assignments. He had completed a mission in Iraq and Afghanistan. One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist and a  member of the ACLU.  One day the professor shocked the class when he came in he looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, 'God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes.' The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, 'Here I am God. I'm still waiting' It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him, knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold.&lt;br /&gt;The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked, stunned, and sat there looking on in silence. The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, 'What the heck is the matter with you? Why did you do that?' The Marine calmly replied, 'God was too busy today protecting American soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid stuff and act like an idiot. So, He sent me.' And all God's people said -- AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5500704125940737386?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5500704125940737386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/amen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5500704125940737386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5500704125940737386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/amen.html' title='AMEN'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4054172802792998304</id><published>2009-02-10T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:15:04.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diet</title><content type='html'>1 WEEK MEALS&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY BREAKFAST  1 CUP SPECIAL K CEREAL, 1/2 CUP 2% MILK, COFFEE&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY LUNCH   1 CUP SHREDDED LETTUCE, 1/2 CUP DICED TOMATOES 1 DICED EGG&lt;br /&gt;                                   1TBL LITE RANCH DRESSING, 1/2 CUP SUGAR FREE APPLESAUCE&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY DINNER  1 SLICED CUCUMBER 2TBL LITE RANCH DRESSING, TUNA MADE WITH LITE HELLMANNS MAYO ON WHOLE GRAIN OR WHEAT TOAST&lt;br /&gt;SNACK  1 ORANGE OR 1 CUP GRAPES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH IN PLACE 10 MINUTES, TWICE A DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY BREAKFAST  1 CUP SPECIAL K, 1/2 CUP 2% MILK, 1 SMALL GLASS JUICE&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY LUNCH. 1 CUP TOMATO SOUP OR VEGETABLE SOUP, 6 UNSALTED SALTINE CRACKERS, 1 CUP GRAPES&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY DINNER  SMALL BONELESS SKINLESS GRILLED CHICKEN BREAST, 1 CUP STEAMED BROCOLLI, SMALL SALAD&lt;br /&gt;SNACK  SMALL BOX RAISENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY BREAKFAST  1 CUP KASHI CEREAL, 1/2 CUP 2% MILK, 1/4 CUP BLUEBERRIES&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY LUNCH  1 CUP CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP, SMALL SALAD&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY DINNER  5 FISHSTICKS, 1 CUP GREENBEANS, SMALL SLICED TOMATO, 1/2 CUP BROWN RICE&lt;br /&gt;SNACK    APPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY BREAKFAST    2 SLICES LOW SODIUM SUGAR FREE BACON, 1 EGG SCRAMBLED, SMALL GLASS ORANGE JUICE&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY LUNCH   TUNA SALAD MADE WITH LITE HELLMANNS MAYO, LETTUCE LEAF AND SLICED TOMATOES ON WHEAT TOAST.  1/2 BANANA&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY DINNER   3 SLICES DELI TURKEY, 1 SLICE SWISS CHEESE ON WHEAT BREAD WITH LITE MAYO. 1 CUP VEGGIE SOUP&lt;br /&gt;SNACK   SMALL CUP SUGAR FREE JELLO OR PUDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY BREAKFAST  1 CUP SPECIAL K, 1/2 CUP 2% MILK, 1/2 BANANA&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY LUNCH  CHICKEN SALAD SANDWICH ON WHEAT, 1/2 CUP APPLESAUCE&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY DINNER  1 CUP SPECIAL K, 1/2 CUP 2% MILK, 1 CUP GRAPES&lt;br /&gt;SNACK  SMALL BOX RAISONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY BREAKFAST  1 CUP KASHI, 1/2 CUP 2% MILK&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY LUNCH    1/2 TUNA SALAD SANDWICH, 1 CUP TOMATO SOUP&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY DINNER  5 FISHSTICKS, 1 CUP CUCUMBER SLICES WITH LITE RANCH DRESSING, 1 CUP SPINACH&lt;br /&gt;SNACK SMALL GLASS JUICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY BREAKFAST    1/2 BAGEL WITH LOW FAT BUTTER, 1 CUP GRAPES&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY LUNCH      SMALL SALAD, CUP OF SOUP&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY DINNER   2 CUPS SHREDDED LETTUCE, 6 CHERRIE TOMATOS, 1/2 CUP CUCUMBER SLICES, 1 DICED EGG, 1/4 CUP SHREDDED SHARP CHEESE, 1/4 CUP DICED DELI TURKEY, LITE DRESSING OF YOUR CHOICE&lt;br /&gt;SNACK  ORANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE DIET I HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING AND IT IS WORKING GREAT FOR ME. I ALSO DRINK 8 TO 10 BOTTLES OF WATER A DAY. MY COFFEE IS MADE WITH NO CREAM AND NO SUGAR, IT'S HOW I HAVE ALWAYS HAD IT. IF YOU WANNA TRY IT, GOOD LUCK. I KNOW YOU'LL LOSE THE WEIGHT. I FOLLOW THIS EVERY WEEK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-4054172802792998304?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4054172802792998304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-diet.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4054172802792998304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4054172802792998304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-diet.html' title='My Diet'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8681731885420557677</id><published>2009-02-10T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:22:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and more.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHKY7b4UUI/AAAAAAAABjo/9KfqVRYLjgA/s1600-h/Photo-0106me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301240766012084546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHKY7b4UUI/AAAAAAAABjo/9KfqVRYLjgA/s320/Photo-0106me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHKYsr7v6I/AAAAAAAABjg/8sUGVeCVpN0/s1600-h/Photo-0110SNOWWW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301240762052886434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHKYsr7v6I/AAAAAAAABjg/8sUGVeCVpN0/s320/Photo-0110SNOWWW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHKYv6eqlI/AAAAAAAABjY/-UlVJ45VEec/s1600-h/Photo-0111EMMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301240762919201362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHKYv6eqlI/AAAAAAAABjY/-UlVJ45VEec/s320/Photo-0111EMMA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ1XyQ_6I/AAAAAAAABjQ/nPterhlvzdM/s1600-h/DSCI1201store.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301240155146878882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ1XyQ_6I/AAAAAAAABjQ/nPterhlvzdM/s320/DSCI1201store.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ1epnY3I/AAAAAAAABjI/1XNtJUbfRuE/s1600-h/DSCI1196kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301240156989645682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ1epnY3I/AAAAAAAABjI/1XNtJUbfRuE/s320/DSCI1196kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ1azt8jI/AAAAAAAABjA/dtyB8LJQbWw/s1600-h/DSCI1191kidss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301240155958276658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ1azt8jI/AAAAAAAABjA/dtyB8LJQbWw/s320/DSCI1191kidss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ1O2j_nI/AAAAAAAABi4/HNip8zivxqU/s1600-h/DSCI1183all3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301240152748981874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ1O2j_nI/AAAAAAAABi4/HNip8zivxqU/s320/DSCI1183all3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ0_ENRRI/AAAAAAAABiw/VR9AlRt8RY4/s1600-h/DSCI1181mybec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301240148511245586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHJ0_ENRRI/AAAAAAAABiw/VR9AlRt8RY4/s320/DSCI1181mybec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First off let me say I am sorry if anyone receives a card from me that says postage due. I gave my daughter 12 cards to mail for me and the money to buy stamps for them. She walks into post office puts cards in out of town box and then goes to counter and purchases stamps. When I asked her if she mailed cards she said yes. I asked were they stamped, she says, yea mom you put stamps on them. I do not remember stamping them if I did. Only 1 has been returned and I personally put a stamp on it and mailed it. If you receive a card and it says postage due, please let me know and I will send you the postage amount or a stamp, whichever you prefer. In the mean time I will send out another card and this time I will put a stamp on it personally. Kids, grrrrrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Above you will see pictures of the snow we had, then a few days later there's no snow and it's warm enough for the kids to go outside and ride their scooters. Then there's one of me since I lost the 25 pounds. I look horrible in the face. Dark circles and baggy eyes, yuck. Excuse the nightgown I am wearing, lol. But it's cotton and very comfy and when I don't feel well I like wearing it. I also have the same one in red. So does my daughter Emma. I bought her the same ones for christmas. Of course hers is a couple sizes smaller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok, some of you have asked what is going on with me, so here's what has happened so far. They cannot do a needle biopsy. After 2 more mammograms and 2 more ultrasounds it has been determined that it is 2 lympnodes that are enlarged and outter layer of them doesn't look well and they are seriously full of blood. The specialist said a needle puncture could cause alot of bleeding and cause clotting, which is dangerous. So he recommends surgery to remove the 2 lympnodes. Tomorrow I go see the breast specialist again and discuss the surgery and when I want to have it done. I want it done right away, to get it over with. I want to know if it is cancer or not. So, tomorrow is going to be a very stressful day for me. I'll be sure to let you all know what is decided. I'd better go now. My baby granddaughter is trying to climb up on my lap saying, Up mommom up. So mommom has to hold her, lol. Take care and I will try to get to your blogs today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LOVE..........................CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8681731885420557677?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8681731885420557677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-and-more.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8681731885420557677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8681731885420557677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-and-more.html' title='Pictures and more.............'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SZHKY7b4UUI/AAAAAAAABjo/9KfqVRYLjgA/s72-c/Photo-0106me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4942230397885678203</id><published>2009-02-08T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:22:07.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEET MOLLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SY-uyY1DhlI/AAAAAAAABhw/zL-SSU5vMXc/s1600-h/ATT000983shoesmiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300647467120035410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SY-uyY1DhlI/AAAAAAAABhw/zL-SSU5vMXc/s320/ATT000983shoesmiley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SY-umnwVDNI/AAAAAAAABho/C7XdcPKPM7Y/s1600-h/image0011molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300647264968314066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SY-umnwVDNI/AAAAAAAABho/C7XdcPKPM7Y/s320/image0011molly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Molly. She's a grey speckled pony who was abandoned by her owners when Hurricane Katrina hit southern Louisiana. She spent weeks on her own before finally being rescued and taken to a farm where abandoned animals were stockpiled. While there, she was attacked by a pit bull terrier and almost died. Her gnawed right front leg became infected, and her vet went to LSU for help, but LSU was overwhelmed, and this pony was a welfare case. You know how that goes.But after surgeon Rustin Moore met Molly, he changed his mind. He saw how the pony was careful to lie down on different sides so she didn't seem to get sores, and how she allowed people to handle her. She protected her injured leg. She constantly shifted her weight and didn't overload her good leg. She was a smart pony with a serious survival ethic.Moore agreed to remove her leg below the knee, and a temporary artificial limb was built. Molly walked out of the clinic and her story really begins there.'This was the right horse and the right owner,' Moore insists. Molly happened to be a one-in-a-million patient. She's tough as nails, but sweet, and she was willing to cope with pain. She made it obvious she understood that she was in trouble. The other important factor, according to Moore, is having a truly committed and compliant owner who is dedicated to providing the daily care required over the lifetime of the horse.Molly's story turns into a parable for life in post-Katrina Louisiana. The little pony gained weight, and her mane finally felt a comb. A human prosthesis designer built her a leg.The prosthetic has given Molly a whole new life, Allison Barca, DVM, Molly's regular vet, reports.And she asks for it. She will put her little limb out, and come to you and let you know that she wants you to put it on. Sometimes she wants you to take it off too. And sometimes, Molly gets away from Barca. 'It can be pretty bad when you can't catch a three-legged horse,' she laughs.Most important of all, Molly has a job now. Kay, the rescue farm owner, started taking Molly to shelters, hospitals, nursing homes, and rehabilitation centers. Anywhere she thought that people needed hope. Wherever Molly went, she showed people her pluck. She inspired people, and she had a good time doing it.'It's obvious to me that Molly had a bigger role to play in life, Moore said. She survived the hurricane, she survived a horrible injury, and now she is giving hope to others.'Barca concluded, 'She's not back to normal, but she's going to be better. To me, she could be a symbol for New Orleans itself.'&lt;br /&gt;This is Molly's most recent prosthesis. The bottom photo shows the ground surface that she stands on, which has a smiley face embossed in it. Wherever Molly goes, she leaves a smiley hoof print behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sent to me by Carol Campbell&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/6232106558623002397-4942230397885678203?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4942230397885678203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-molly.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4942230397885678203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4942230397885678203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-molly.html' title='MEET MOLLY'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SY-uyY1DhlI/AAAAAAAABhw/zL-SSU5vMXc/s72-c/ATT000983shoesmiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2282652761005889106</id><published>2009-01-31T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:21:05.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEP IT'S ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SYSBcElTyxI/AAAAAAAABgw/Z-oDCElFnvQ/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501380961094418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SYSBcElTyxI/AAAAAAAABgw/Z-oDCElFnvQ/s320/image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I thought maybe it was time to make a real update since I haven't made one recently. Well, I went to the breast specialist. She was a very nice lady. She did an exam and then an ultrasound. She said there is a few small cysts in left breast, but there's a larger spot she is concerned with, so I am going to get an ultrasound guided biopsy on February 4th on that area. I'm not looking forward to it at all.  I'll be so glad when all this testing is over and I can get some answers. The stress of worrying is really taking it's toll on me. It seems that lately all I want to do is sleep, and not be bothered by anyone or anything. The past 36 hours I slept alot, but I think I needed it. On weekdays I am up at 6am getting the girls up and ready for school. After school I sit with them to do their homework, then it's time to cook dinner, serve it. After dinner it's bath time, snack, teeth brushed, prayers and bedtime at 8pm. By that time I am drained. Emma and Dan are at a meeting to see the lawyer who is handling 3 of Dan's lawsuits from when he fell off the Borgada and was hurt. We're hoping it's some good news. As soon as one of those lawsuits settles we can all move. We are hoping we can before summer comes along. I have the 2 young ones down for a nap. The older 2 are downstairs watching tv and playing with their toys. I hope it stays quiet until I finish this entry. Have any of you watched the new series  The Beast starring Patrick Swayze? It's on channel A&amp;amp;E. Have you noticed how thin he is? I think his cancer and treatments took alot out of him. But he still can act in my book. I love all his movies, but my favorites are Road House and Dirty Dancing, and now this series The Beast. I just can't get enough of his movies. Or enough of him, lol. He is so sexy in my book. I've been searching for Road House and Dirty Dancing on DVD and I haven't been able to find them, but I will one day.  Well, Emma and Dan are back. Dan said there's a good chance they could settle in early summer. If not they'll go to court in early Fall. I pray it's summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm waiting for Jim to get home from work. We're going to BJ's to open a membership and do some shopping. I have never been there before and have always wanted too. My diet is going well. I have lost 25 pounds now, woooohoooo. It's a struggle but I am sticking to it. Maybe my next posting will be my diet plan and menu I follow each week. Well, I guess I will go for now. Take care everyone and have a good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOVE TO ALL.........................CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2282652761005889106?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2282652761005889106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/yep-its-me.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2282652761005889106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2282652761005889106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/yep-its-me.html' title='YEP IT&apos;S ME'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SYSBcElTyxI/AAAAAAAABgw/Z-oDCElFnvQ/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3539562931745484642</id><published>2009-01-27T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:52:02.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO FUNNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SX-6HHR4YWI/AAAAAAAABgo/DqXgrHFGtnE/s1600-h/UntitledFUNNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296156318186889570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SX-6HHR4YWI/AAAAAAAABgo/DqXgrHFGtnE/s320/UntitledFUNNY.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/6232106558623002397-3539562931745484642?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3539562931745484642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-funny.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3539562931745484642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3539562931745484642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-funny.html' title='TOO FUNNY'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SX-6HHR4YWI/AAAAAAAABgo/DqXgrHFGtnE/s72-c/UntitledFUNNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4474115233294113741</id><published>2009-01-27T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:47:13.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurtis &amp; Brenda</title><content type='html'>In a supermarket, Kurtis the stock boy, was busily working when a newvoice came over the loud speaker asking for a carry out at register 4. Kurtiswas almost finished, and wanted to get some fresh air, and decided to answerthe call. As he approached the check-out stand a distant smile caught his eye,the new check-out girl was beautiful. She was an older woman (maybe 26, and hewas only 22) and he fell in love. Later that day, after his shift was over, he waited by the punch clock to findout her name. She came into the break room, smiled softly at him, took her card and punched out, then left. He looked at her card, BRENDA. He walked out onlyto see her start walking up the road.Next day, he waited outside as she left the supermarket, and offered her a ridehome. He looked harmless enough, and she accepted. When he dropped her off, heasked if maybe he could see her again,outside of work. She simply said itwasn't possible. He pressed and she explained she had two children and she couldn'tafford a baby-sitter, so he offered to pay for the baby-sitter. Reluctantly sheaccepted his offer for a date for the following Saturday. That Saturday nighthe arrived at her door only to have her tell him that she was unable to go withhim. The baby-sitter had called and canceled. To which Kurtis simply said,"Well, let's take the kids with us." She tried to explain that taking thechildren was not an option, but again not taking no for an answer, hepressed. Finally Brenda, brought him inside to meet her children. She had anolder daughter who was just as cute as a bug, Kurtis thought, then Brendabrought out her son, in a wheelchair. He was born a paraplegic with DownSyndrome. Kurtis asked Brenda, "I still don't understand why the kids can't comewith us?" Brenda was amazed.  Most men would run away from a woman with two kids,especially if one had disabilities - just like her first husband and father of her children had done.Kurtis was not ordinary - - - he had a different mind set. That evening Kurtisand Brenda loaded up the kids, went to dinner and the movies. When her sonneeded anything Kurtis would take care of him. When he needed to use therestroom, he picked him up out of his wheelchair, took him and brought him back.The kids loved Kurtis. At the end of the evening, Brenda knew this was the manshe was going to marry and spend the rest of her life with. A year later, theywere married and Kurtis adopted both of her children. Since then they have addedtwo more kids. So what happened to Kurtis the stock boy and Brenda thecheck-out girl? Well, Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Kurt Warner now live in Arizona , where he iscurrently employed as the quarterback of the National Football League ArizonaCardinals and has his Cardinals in the hunt for a possible appearance in theSuper Bowl. Is this a surprise ending or could you have guessed that he was not anordinary person. It should be noted that he also quarterback'd the Rams inSuper Bowl XXXVI. He has also been the NLF's Most Valuable Player twice and theSuper Bowl's Most Valuable Player. Larry Stewart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-4474115233294113741?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4474115233294113741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/kurtis-brenda.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4474115233294113741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4474115233294113741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/kurtis-brenda.html' title='Kurtis &amp; Brenda'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6173180246535763322</id><published>2009-01-19T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:51:25.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UT OH HUBBY IN TROUBLE</title><content type='html'>My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. She  asked, 'What's on TV?'I said,  'Dust.'And then the fight started... ------------ --------- ---------  --------- --------- --------- --------- ------A  woman is standing nude, looking  in the bedroom mirror.She is not happy with what she s ees and says to her husband,'I feel horrible; I look old, fat  and ugly.I really need you to pay me a  compliment.'The husband replies, 'Your  eyesight's just about  perfect.'And then  the fight started.....------------ ---------  --------- ------I  tried to talk my  wife into buying a case of Miller Light  for  $14.95.Instead, she bought a jar of cold  cream for $7.95.I told her the beer  would make  her look better at night than the cold  cream.And then the fight  started....------------ --------- ---------  --------- -----My wife asked me if a certain  dress made her  behind look big. I told her not as much as the dress she   wore yesterdayand then the fight  s tarted.....------------  --------- --------- --------- --------- ----I  asked my wife, "Where do you  want to go for our anniversary?  "It warmed my  heart to see her face  melt in sweet appreciation.  "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!"  she said.So I suggested, "How about the  kitchen?"And that's when the fight  started....------------ --------- ---------  --------- --------- ----My wife and I are  watching Who Wants To Be A  Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to  her and  said, "Do you want to have  sex?""No," she   answered.I then said, "Is that your  final  answer?"She didn't even look at  me this time,  simply saying "Yes."So I  said, "Then I 'd like  to phone a  friend."And that's when the fight started....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-6173180246535763322?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6173180246535763322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ut-oh-hubby-in-trouble.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6173180246535763322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6173180246535763322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ut-oh-hubby-in-trouble.html' title='UT OH HUBBY IN TROUBLE'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3851702221619753291</id><published>2009-01-19T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:47:14.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love this.....</title><content type='html'>On the first day of school a first grade teacher explains to her classthat she is a Cow boys fan.She asks her students to raise their hands if they, too , are Cowboysfans.Wanting to impress their teacher, everyone in the class raises theirhand except one little girl.The teacher looks at the girl with surprise, 'Janie, why didn't youraise your hand?' 'Because I'm not a Cowboys fan,' she replied.The teacher, still shocked, asked, 'Well, if you are not a Cowboys fan,then wh o are you a fan of?''I am an Eagles fan, and proud of it,' Janie replied.The teacher could not believe her ears. 'Janie, please tell me why youare you an Eagles fan?''Because my mom is an Eagles fan, and my dad is an Eagles fan, so I'm anEagles fan too!''Well,' said the teacher in a obviously annoyed tone, 'that is no reasonfor you to be an Eagles fan. You don't have to be just like your parentsall of the time. What if your mom were an idiot and your dad were amoron, what would you be then?''Then,' Janie smiled, 'I'd be a Cowboys fan.'------------------------------ -----------------------Four football fans - a Cowboys fan, an Eagles fan, a Redskins fan, and aGiants fan - are climbing a mountain and arguing about who loves histeam more.The Redskins fan insists he is the most loyal. 'This is for theRedskins!' he yells, and jumps off the side of the mountain.Not to be outdone, the Giants fan shouts, 'This is for the Giants!' andthrows himself off the mountain.The Eagles fan is next to profess his love for his team.He yells, 'This is for everyone!' and pushes the Cowboys fan off themountain.----------------------------- ------------------------------ ----------A Eagles fan liked to amuse himself by scaring every Cowboys fan he sawstrutting down the street in an obnoxious Blue &amp;amp; White shirt. Hewould swerve his van as if to hit them, then swerve back just missingthem.One day while driving along, he saw a priest. He thought he would do agood deed, so he pulled over and asked the priest, 'Where are you going,Father?''I'm going to give Mass at St. Francis church, about two milesdown the road,' replied the priest.'Climb in, Father. I'll give you a lift!' The priest climbed into the passenger seat, and they continued down the road.Suddenly, the driver saw a Cowboys fan walking down the road, and heinstinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, he swerved backonto the road just in time.Even though he was certain that he had missed the guy, he still heard aloud THUD. Not knowing where the noise came from, he g lanced in hismirrors but still didn't see anything.He then rememb ered the priest, and he turned to the priest and said,sorry Father, I just missed hitting that Cowboys fan.''That's OK,' replied the priest 'I got him with the door.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Poppop Bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3851702221619753291?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3851702221619753291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3851702221619753291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3851702221619753291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-this.html' title='I Love this.....'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2233406038599464209</id><published>2009-01-13T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:28:34.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan</title><content type='html'>Dan was given an EKG and 4 baby aspirin and sent home at 5am with his chest still feeling tight and his left arm numb. They told him to follow up with his primary doctor. I really hate this hospital he went too. Most of their patients are on drugs. Dan is in sleeping right now, which is the best thing he can do now. I have had 3 hours sleep and I am going to go take a nap. Thank you for all your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all............. Cindy xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2233406038599464209?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2233406038599464209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/dan.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2233406038599464209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2233406038599464209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/dan.html' title='Dan'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1396244562268445831</id><published>2009-01-12T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:04:03.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it ever end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003333;"&gt;Always something going on around here that involves a doctor or trip to the hospital. My SIL was at a midnight AA meeting. He's been sober now for 7 years. He started having severe chest pains and couldn't breathe. One of his friends there took him out to the car and drove him to the hospital, then came and got Emma. He had Dan's car. Dan hasn't looked well all day today. Very quiet, tired, hardly eatting at all. The chest pains were so bad, he knew he couldn't drive home to get Emma. So, here I sit at the computer and Adrianna is in her pack n play sleeping next to me. I will be up until One or both of them returns home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My results are back from the second mammogram and ultrasound. There is a spot the size of a dime. It can't be determined if it is cancer or not. They know it is not a cyst. So on Jan 21 I go into the hospital, so they can remove a piece or even the whole spot, so it can be tested to see if it is cancer. I am a nervous wreck over this. I have been doing alot of praying a whole lot of praying over this. So many thoughts are rushing through my head. Will I lose my entire breast? Will I die of breast cancer? How will my family cope with this? Will I go on getting chemo again, and being sick and dependant on my family again, when it's me who is to care for them? Then there's the big question, WHY ME? I cry then pray, cry again and pray again. I hope GOD hears my prayers. I want to be around and watch my Rebecca grow up, and to watch my grandbabies grow up too. I want to be around for my oldest child Emma and for my husband. Jim just came upstairs, I told him about Dan so he's worried. Emma called, they are putting Dan in a room and hooking him up to all the necessary machines. She said she asked him if he knew who she was and he shook his head no. He talks but his words make no sense. To me it sounds as if he had a stroke. I hope not. Please say a prayer for him and for me too. Jim said he noticed Dan didn't seem right tonight. He said he was slow acting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Well, our weather here in PA was awful for a couple days, snow and freezing rain. Today it was partly sunny and in the 20's. Gas here in Philadelphia has gone up a few cents, but it's still 1.39 across the bridge in New Jersey. So I go there to get mine. Only cost me 25.00 the other day to fill my tank and I have a big tank in my van. This friday will be 2 weeks since I filled it and I still have 3/4 of a tank.  I'll top it off again this friday. Well, I guess that is about it for now. I will come back here and update you on Dan when I know something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;LOVE TO ALL.........................CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1396244562268445831?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1396244562268445831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-it-ever-end.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1396244562268445831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1396244562268445831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-it-ever-end.html' title='Will it ever end?'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3289665520473005794</id><published>2009-01-11T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:26:53.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE FRIDAYS</title><content type='html'>Blue Fridays. Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing blue every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority' We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the tr oops all come home, sending a deafening message that ... every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something blue. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of blue much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in BLUE and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on. The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is ..'We need your support and your prayers.' Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something blue every Friday. IF YOU AGREE -- THEN SEND THIS ON. IF YOU COULDN'T CARE LESS -- THEN HIT THE DELETE BUTTON. IT IS YOUR CHOICE. WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3289665520473005794?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3289665520473005794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/blue-fridays_11.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3289665520473005794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3289665520473005794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/blue-fridays_11.html' title='BLUE FRIDAYS'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3282113011676531459</id><published>2009-01-11T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:06:06.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDIOTS</title><content type='html'>IDIOT SIGHTING :We had to have the garage door repaired. The Sears repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a "large" enough motor on the opener. I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one Sears made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. He shook his head and said, "Lady, you need a 1/4 horsepower." I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4. He said, "NO, it's not." Four is larger than two.." We haven't used Sears repair since. IDIOT SIGHTING My daughter and I went through the McDonald's take-out window and I gave the clerk a $5 bill. Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her a quarter. She said, "you gave me too much money." I said, "Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar bill back." She sighed and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request. I did so, and he handed me back the quarter, and said "We're sorry but they could not do that kind of thing." The clerk then proceeded to give me back $1 and 75 cents in change. Do not confuse the clerks at McD's. IDIOT SIGHTING :I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the DEER CROSSING sign on our road. The reason: "Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore." &gt;From Kingman , KS IDIOT SIGHTING IN FOOD SERVICE:My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the person behind the counter for "minimal lettuce." He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg lettuce. From Kansas City IDIOT SIGHTING :I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, "Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?" To which I replied, "If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?" He smiled knowingly and nodded, "That's why we ask."Happened in Birmingham , Ala. IDIOT SIGHTING:The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, "What on earth are blind people doing driving?!" She was a probation officer in Wichita , KS IDIOT SIGHTING:At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker. She was leaving the company due to "downsizing." Our manager commented cheerfully, "This is fun. We should do this more often." Not another word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare. This was a lunch at Texas Instruments. IDIOT SIGHTING:I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the sake of her life, couldn't understand why her system would not turn on. A deputy with the Dallas County Sheriffs office, no less. IDIOT SIGHTING :When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the drivers side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. "Hey," I announced to the technician, "its open!" His reply, "I know. I already got that side." This was at the Ford dealership in Canton , Mississippi STAY ALERT! They walk among us... and the scary part is that they VOTE and they REPRODUCE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Another from Poppop Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3282113011676531459?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3282113011676531459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/idiots.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3282113011676531459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3282113011676531459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/idiots.html' title='IDIOTS'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5204083981692680266</id><published>2009-01-10T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:14:41.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who gets custody</title><content type='html'>Texas Judge gives 7 year old right to decide custody. Dallas, TX, December 31, 2008 A seven year old bo y was at the center of a county courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him.  The boy had a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with child custody law and regulation requiring that family unity be maintained to the highest degree possible. The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her.  When the judge then suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried and said that they also beat him.  After considering the remainder of the immediate family and learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life am ong them, the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing the boy to propose who should have custody of him. After two recesses to check legal references and confer with the child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary custody to the Dallas Cowboys, whom the boy firmly believes are not capable of beating anyone. Happy New Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank you Poppop Bill for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5204083981692680266?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5204083981692680266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-gets-custody.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5204083981692680266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5204083981692680266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-gets-custody.html' title='Who gets custody'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8221690085831986063</id><published>2009-01-05T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:42:36.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics and Thank you's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbkdXbskI/AAAAAAAABgY/3YpQGjEbFJ4/s1600-h/DSCI1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288030331891069506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbkdXbskI/AAAAAAAABgY/3YpQGjEbFJ4/s320/DSCI1142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbcfkd1aI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Uibk4aUpYnU/s1600-h/DSCI1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288030195043653026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbcfkd1aI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Uibk4aUpYnU/s320/DSCI1149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbR20DMqI/AAAAAAAABgI/ANZhNFwydLo/s1600-h/DSCI1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288030012304470690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbR20DMqI/AAAAAAAABgI/ANZhNFwydLo/s320/DSCI1139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbHofxYNI/AAAAAAAABgA/-gavo69GDak/s1600-h/DSCI1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029836662628562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbHofxYNI/AAAAAAAABgA/-gavo69GDak/s320/DSCI1140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLa-i2lUII/AAAAAAAABf4/dxfk61aqnCM/s1600-h/DSCI1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029680528871554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLa-i2lUII/AAAAAAAABf4/dxfk61aqnCM/s320/DSCI1137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLa3RnS0WI/AAAAAAAABfw/T0gyUWMCgeE/s1600-h/DSCI1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029555642257762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLa3RnS0WI/AAAAAAAABfw/T0gyUWMCgeE/s320/DSCI1136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLavRNhG4I/AAAAAAAABfo/W4VY1uYuWiE/s1600-h/DSCI1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029418095188866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLavRNhG4I/AAAAAAAABfo/W4VY1uYuWiE/s320/DSCI1135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLao5CrJ2I/AAAAAAAABfg/ZM7g-7e7jjc/s1600-h/DSCI1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029308528043874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLao5CrJ2I/AAAAAAAABfg/ZM7g-7e7jjc/s320/DSCI1132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLag4EJRbI/AAAAAAAABfY/WxsZ2X4_EOM/s1600-h/DSCI1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029170826823090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLag4EJRbI/AAAAAAAABfY/WxsZ2X4_EOM/s320/DSCI1126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLaYb9NuGI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RzWRsY52WIo/s1600-h/DSCI1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029025842608226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLaYb9NuGI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RzWRsY52WIo/s320/DSCI1108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLaIQExiSI/AAAAAAAABfI/zv5Qn9seirA/s1600-h/0105091650a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288028747775183138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLaIQExiSI/AAAAAAAABfI/zv5Qn9seirA/s320/0105091650a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let me start by telling you about the pictures. The first one is my daughter Emma, who fell asleep at the kitchen table and used potholders on the wall as a pillow, lol. She would kill me if she knew I posted it, but hey she knows her momma and I do it anyways, lol. Next is my hubby holding Adrianna. He is the only one who can hold her cradled like that without her squirming to sit up. Next pic, there's Adrianna letting it be known she wants her bottle and a nap. lol The next 6 are of christmas morning. Happy children they were for sure. Adrianna again, playing shy. She see's me coming with the camera and right away closes her eyes, lil stinker. The last pic was sent to my cellphone tonight. This pic I will hold dear to my heart. Some of you may remember me writing about my 18yr old niece Sandy, who died just 12 days after giving birth to her son Christopher. Well, that precious lil boy is him. He is 5yrs old now and so handsome. He looks just like his mommy. My niece Sharon was at grocery store and seen him there with his paternal grandparents and she took a pic with her cellphone and sent it to mine. I saw his precious face and right away knew who it was and I cried. I just wanna hold him and give him lots of hugs and kisses. He holds a special place in my heart. I am hoping to go to virginia this spring and visit with him and maybe take him out to lunch. Or to the toy store, lol. I know his mommy is looking down at him all the time and smiling at her precious baby boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now I know there is more, but I can't find them, but here is some of the thank you's I wanna shout out to you all for the wonderful christmas cards we received from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kath and Idris, Nelishia,Dirk and Katie, Lisa (seraphoflove9001) Sharon (coastal comfort) Jeannette and Mike, LisaJo, Jeanie and Bryan, Sybil, Nancy, Missie, Chrissie, Lyn, Lisa, and to everyone who sent ecards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night I thought I lost this entry when I hit the mouse and it had moved, but I found it tonight, thank goodness. My doctor called me this morning with results of my bloodwork from yesterday. My sugar is again high, 140 he says, next time I get bloodwork done if sugar is still high we will discuss medication for it. My bad cholesterol has gone down some which is great, only thing is so has my good cholesterol, it's 32 and it should be 50 or more. So he put me on something called Niasapan. It's suppose to raise the good cholesterol level, and help avoid heart disease. With my heart not beating right, he isn't taking any chances. So today I made a decision. I am going to get my health back and diet and excercise. I started a diet today and I am going to stick to it. The doctor said I can help in avoiding diabetes by losing weight, so diet it is for me. Wish me luck, I will need it for sure. Well, I guess I will go now before I lose this entry again. I was so mad last night when I thought I lost it. Take care all and have a wonderful week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE TO ALL................CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8221690085831986063?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8221690085831986063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics-and-thank-yous.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8221690085831986063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8221690085831986063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics-and-thank-yous.html' title='Pics and Thank you&apos;s'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWLbkdXbskI/AAAAAAAABgY/3YpQGjEbFJ4/s72-c/DSCI1142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5347677749832236814</id><published>2009-01-04T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:15:22.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKsXwaIhI/AAAAAAAABfA/CK-oo9zrWiE/s1600-h/DSCI2566adrianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287659932405604882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKsXwaIhI/AAAAAAAABfA/CK-oo9zrWiE/s320/DSCI2566adrianna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKeLsyvhI/AAAAAAAABe4/zF4AMs1lveU/s1600-h/DSCI1154ris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287659688651046418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKeLsyvhI/AAAAAAAABe4/zF4AMs1lveU/s320/DSCI1154ris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKTgpzu6I/AAAAAAAABew/L_Ax7lBnyKU/s1600-h/DSCI1153bec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287659505297111970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKTgpzu6I/AAAAAAAABew/L_Ax7lBnyKU/s320/DSCI1153bec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKE85GQwI/AAAAAAAABeo/qvxjWDQH4l8/s1600-h/DSCI1152dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287659255179395842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKE85GQwI/AAAAAAAABeo/qvxjWDQH4l8/s320/DSCI1152dan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGJf5vu17I/AAAAAAAABeg/ey5KLSnZqNQ/s1600-h/DSCI1151becrisdan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287658618679646130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGJf5vu17I/AAAAAAAABeg/ey5KLSnZqNQ/s320/DSCI1151becrisdan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGJRiCNr0I/AAAAAAAABeY/QK7uVMt6rSw/s1600-h/DSCI1150becris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; 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WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287657979326054626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGI6r99QOI/AAAAAAAABeI/0z3BniIkGj0/s320/0103091046atruck2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGIubarbwI/AAAAAAAABeA/XboSdT17wFA/s1600-h/0103091620paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287657768724688642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGIubarbwI/AAAAAAAABeA/XboSdT17wFA/s320/0103091620paul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGIkr6s3WI/AAAAAAAABd4/wsdOSohj_ac/s1600-h/Photo-0086leafcollector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287657601355275618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGIkr6s3WI/AAAAAAAABd4/wsdOSohj_ac/s320/Photo-0086leafcollector.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I hope this works and the pictures stay.  The first picture is of my granddaughter Adrianna doing what she loves to do most, and that is playing on the floor with her toys. Loves playing, especially with the toys with flashing lights and sounds. The next one is my granddaughter Marissa showing off the new shirt I bought her. She loves it and has even tried to wear it to bed, lol. Then there's my daughter Rebecca who also loves her shirt, but of course wanted a different color then Marissa's. Next, my grandson Daniel. He is going to be 4yrs old in a few month's. My lil man is growing up fast. his morning he gave me my slippers and said, "Here you go darlin, I brought you your slippers mommom" lol he is just too much. Now here's the 3 of them together. There 3 of the reasons I get up in the morning. Next we have just the girls. They are growing up so fast. Tomorrow they go back to school. Winter recess is over, thank goodness, lol. Daniel will resume his homeschooling with me. He can now spell his name and almost able to write it. He writes niel instead of daniel, lol. The next 2 pics are of my sister Lucy's new truck. She has full coverage on it and still owes 2000.00 on the truck. Her daughter Sharon's boyfriend borrowed it to go to the store. He was going a lil faster then he should of been, the actual speed limit is 55mph on the road he was doing about 60 and a deer ran out in front of him. He swerved to avoid hitting the deer, lost control of the truck, slammed into a tree and the truck flipped and rolled at least 3 times. Look at the drivers side carefully. Do you see the roof smashed down? If he was wearing a seatbelt he would of been crushed. The airbag worked in stopping him by being thrown through the windshield and by not having his seatbelt on he was shifted to passenger side where he avoided being crushed. He came out of it scratched and bruised. He definately had an angel watching over him. He is so upset Lucys truck is ruined, but Lucy told him the truck doesn't matter. What matters is he is alive to support his 3 kids with Sharon. They are lil ricky, jackie and heidi. The next pic is my brother paul sitting in a giant chair at his work, or is it a regular chair and he shrunk, lol. I want that chair, lol. The last pic is of the leaf truck. It goes around picking up the bags of leaves you put out. Isn't it cool? The artist did a great job designing the pictures. Well tomorrow I go see my primary care doctor. He'll be taking more blood to check my cholesterol level and sugar level. On the 8th I go have another mammogram and an ultrasound done of my left breast. I am a nervous wreck. I pray it doesn't turn out to be cancer. I also have to make my hubby Jim a doctor's appt. He has me a lil worried. He has lost alot of weight, atleast 30lbs over the past 6 mos. And lately he's been complaining of his shoulder and left elbow hurting. He'll be 54yrs old come June, so he's probably due for a complete work up and physical. His brother is 51 and is already on ssi for crippling arthritis. Well, I have christmas pics to download. I will do that tomorrow, and add them to an entry along with the christmas cards. I am sorry I am so late in posting, but having the kids home all day the past couple weeks I haven't had much time for the computer. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed your holidays, and I wish each and everyone of you a wonderful blessed new year. It is late and I have to get up at 6am to et the girls dressed and fed for school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NIGHTY NIGHT ALL....................CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5347677749832236814?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5347677749832236814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics-and-more.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5347677749832236814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5347677749832236814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics-and-more.html' title='Pics and more'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SWGKsXwaIhI/AAAAAAAABfA/CK-oo9zrWiE/s72-c/DSCI2566adrianna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3080325597439407438</id><published>2008-12-29T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:25:17.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SVmtdi2ue_I/AAAAAAAABdI/epeQ9N_Q6O4/s1600-h/YGP432frommyhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446360780143602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SVmtdi2ue_I/AAAAAAAABdI/epeQ9N_Q6O4/s320/YGP432frommyhome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Good evening. Oh wait it's after midnight, so I guess it is good morning, lol. Oh well whatever it is........Hello. I am sitting up babysitting. Dan &amp;amp; Emma are out and will probably be home in a couple hours. Jim and Rebecca, Marissa, Daniel are sleeping. The baby Adrianna is wide awake. She woke up at 11pm. I changed her, dressed her in her jammies, fed her the cereal Emma gives her a night, and now she is in her pack n play here next to me. She'll be getting a warm bottle of formula soon. She is 15 months old now, and the pediatrician said her weight doesn't match her height. She is 20lbs 3 oz. When you hold her she still feels like an infant in your arms, but a long one, lol. So, Emma was advised to keep her on formula until 18mos maybe even until she turns 2yrs old. I went to the doctor's to pick up my slips for the tests he wants done again. He wants more views of the left breast and an ultrasound done of it also. I have to call tomorrow and make the appointments to have these tests done. January 5th I see my doctor again, and will be getting more bloodwork done. I feel like a pin cushion/guinea pig, lol. I had another of those leg jerking episodes tonight. I know now when there coming. My left arm will get a heavy feeling and do a few tiny twitches, then the leg starts bending and jerking uncontrolably for at least 30 seconds, no more then 45 seconds. I hold on and just let it pass. It only happens when I am standing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I realize I haven't made a proper thank you to those of you who sent cards this christmas to me and my family. I promise I will do that. Problem is they are hung up over and down the doorway and I can't lift my arms without getting dizzy to read them. So, I have to wait until Emma takes them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I have a lil vent here I wanna make. It is about my granddaughter Marissa's paternal grandparents. Dan is not Marissa's biological father, he is her stepfather. But in his eyes and all of ours Dan is Daddy to her and always will be. The biological father lives in another state, remarried with another family. His parents live right over in New Jersey, just 5 minutes from the bridge from where we live. The grandfather has not seen, called, held, or bought Marissa a gift or sent a card since she was 2 years old. The grandmother has not seen Marissa in almost 2 years. The last time she came to visit Marissa asked her who she was. Now is that pathetic or what? This year she received no cards, no gifts from either one again for her birthday or for christmas. My granddaughter does not need to be forgotten like this. She is a beautiful happy smart little girl and deserves to have family in her life. But you know it's not just Marissa's loss, it is their loss too, and my gain cause I get to have her to myself, heehee, but I do share with Dan's mom. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ok, I guess I have written enough here. I'm gonna go in pogo for a while and play some canasta. Have a great week all and a wonderful new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;CINDy xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3080325597439407438?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3080325597439407438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-evening.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3080325597439407438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3080325597439407438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SVmtdi2ue_I/AAAAAAAABdI/epeQ9N_Q6O4/s72-c/YGP432frommyhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4988207828562069696</id><published>2008-12-27T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:32:30.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SVZq81tUVnI/AAAAAAAABdA/H7BVFE599vw/s1600-h/ATT0001211111112111111keeptouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284528806207706738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SVZq81tUVnI/AAAAAAAABdA/H7BVFE599vw/s320/ATT0001211111112111111keeptouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So sorry I didn't get back here last night to make an entry. I was just so tired, so off to bed I went. Well, let's see, where do I start? Christmas eve morning at 8:45 I got a call from my doctor concerning the results of my mammogram. They see something suspicious in my left breast and cannot tell if it is a tumor or a cyst, so he wants another mammogram of the left breast done. It has me worried a little, well it has me worried alot, because history of breast cancer in my family has proved deadly. Every woman in my family who was diagnosed with it has died. I beat my Hodgekins Lymphoma, so I am hoping if this lump is breast cancer I can beat it too. Please keep me in your prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Later that day I went and finished my shopping. Let me tell you, people go crazy over the most stupid toys. Two women were fighting right in the toy isle over a Barney doll. It didn't talk, dance, sing or move at all, but they both wanted it. The knocked a huge display of perfumes and colognes all over the floor. Needless to say I hurried and got in line at the cash register while everyone else ran to see the fight. I then drove to Burger King and bought myself a crispy chicken sandwich from their dollar menu. It's a very tasty sandwich too. Later after the kids ate dinner and were sound asleep in their beds, Emma and I wrapped over 300 gifts, I think maybe it was close to 400 gifts. These children got everything they wanted, plus some. The looks on their faces made staying up til 3am wrapping worth it, lol. I took pictures, I just have to download them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Christmas day was great. The kids sang Happy Birthday to Jesus, then opened their gifts. Emma and I and Dan and Jim all pitched in and cooked dinner. We made 2 hams, rolled turkey stuffed with homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, baked yams, homemade coleslaw, cranberry sauce, corn, greenbeans, deviled eggs, wheat rolls. 7 pots of coffee was brewed. There was dan &amp;amp; Emma and their 3 kids, Jim and I and Rebecca, Dan's mom, 3 of his brothers, 3 nephews and girlfriends, a friend and his mom and girlfriend, plus 2 other kids totaling 23 people. It was a long day for sure. I was so happy to put the kids to bed, because shortly after that's what I did, was go to bed, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well, the kids don't go back to school until January 5th.  They've been good though, keeping busy playing with their toys, laptops and Rebecca goes outside to play with her scooter. The girls are in my room watching tv, Daniel and Adrianna are down for a nap. Dan is resting on the couch watching tv and Jim is in the kitchen. Emma went to go get a tan and to grocery store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I guess that is about all there i to write about so I will go now. Take care, stay safe , and have a wonderful New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;LOVE TO ALL..............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CINDY&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/6232106558623002397-4988207828562069696?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4988207828562069696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-sorry-i-didnt-get-back-here-last.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4988207828562069696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4988207828562069696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-sorry-i-didnt-get-back-here-last.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SVZq81tUVnI/AAAAAAAABdA/H7BVFE599vw/s72-c/ATT0001211111112111111keeptouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3698943283281843106</id><published>2008-12-26T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:18:27.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'LL MAKE A BETTER POSTING ABOUT WHATS GOING ON LATER TONIGHT. RIGHT NOW I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS 2009 WISH WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....your contract of friendship has been renewed for the New Year 2009! My Wish for You in 2009   May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.  May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!  May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.  May the problems you had forget your home address!  In simple words ............ May 2009 be the best year of your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3698943283281843106?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3698943283281843106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-make-better-posting-about-whats.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3698943283281843106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3698943283281843106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-make-better-posting-about-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-86138794335215088</id><published>2008-12-17T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:23:33.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUnNHShmdoI/AAAAAAAABc4/2jUaE0SwdE8/s1600-h/scan0003%5B1%5DRISSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280977563184166530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUnNHShmdoI/AAAAAAAABc4/2jUaE0SwdE8/s320/scan0003%5B1%5DRISSA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUnMo1daiHI/AAAAAAAABcw/rYzeDAbBb90/s1600-h/scan0001RebeccaBig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280977039985903730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUnMo1daiHI/AAAAAAAABcw/rYzeDAbBb90/s320/scan0001RebeccaBig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUnC0_D0UMI/AAAAAAAABcg/VNtItwd_bTM/s1600-h/jointit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280966253605048514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUnC0_D0UMI/AAAAAAAABcg/VNtItwd_bTM/s320/jointit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Is it just me or did christmas come to fast this year? I always say I am going to start my shopping during the summer, but do I? Noooooo, I don't. I always end up waiting until the last minute. Emma says we're getting a tree this weekend. She always gets a real tree, I like artificial tree's, less mess, lol.I have a few more people to buy for and the shopping is done. Then I have to wrap everything I bought, and I do not like to wrap. I love the above graphic. There's just something beautiful about black and white pictures. I just wish it said Merry Christmas instead of Season's Greetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, the past week we've had one or the other, sometimes all 3 of rain, sleet, snow. Is it summer yet, or even spring? I am so ready for warm weather again. I am not a winter person, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday was report card conferences with the teachers. I am very proud to say Rebecca got all A's and Marissa got A's and B's. Marissa is reading at 1st grade level and doing 1st grade math, Rebecca is doing 2nd grade math and reading at 3rd grade level. I am so proud of them both. When Emma and I got home yesterday I made the girls an icecream sundae as a reward for their great work. Needless to say they were very happy about getting a sundae, . Above is the girl's school pics this year. Marissa didn't wear her school uniform, but Rebecca did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok I saved this news for last. Yesterday I had my EMG. The doctor who did it said I have some nerve damage because alot of the nerves he shocked didn't even register on chart at all. The numbness and stinging in my leg, he wants to get an MRI and see what is going on. So he will make a report to my doctor about that. This morning I went and had my mammogram. Whew I am glad that was over. 8 pictures of each boob, wow. Now I have to make an appt at the gyno for a paptest. I really hate getting those. OK, now the results of Catscan. It showed blood from heart pumps a little slow, he said start taking baby aspirin again. And it showed I have a small hernia behind belly button, not serious enough to worry about. And it also showed........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I AM CANCER FREE,,,,,,,,WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am so happy. I was so scared. My husband Jim was worried, everyone was worried. But I'm ok, and I have all of you with your kind thoughts and prayers for me to thank. You all rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if the mammogram comes back clean and the paptest, I will be one happy camper. So please keep those prayers coming ok. Their working. Well, I just took my bedtime pill, so I am going to go play in pogo a bit, before the sandman comes knocking. Take care, keep well and have a very Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE TO ALL...................CINDY XOXOXOXOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-86138794335215088?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/86138794335215088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-just-me-or-did-christmas-come-to.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/86138794335215088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/86138794335215088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-just-me-or-did-christmas-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUnNHShmdoI/AAAAAAAABc4/2jUaE0SwdE8/s72-c/scan0003%5B1%5DRISSA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-7793800482337475512</id><published>2008-12-14T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:50:29.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS, NERVES, WORRIED, SCARED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUXLkHsQl3I/AAAAAAAABcI/dSakb0WgiOU/s1600-h/28796xf3z4sbjdh-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279849959562188658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUXLkHsQl3I/AAAAAAAABcI/dSakb0WgiOU/s320/28796xf3z4sbjdh-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So, much has happened and will be happening, that I have had to keep it all written down so not to forget any of it. Since I started back to the doctor's I have had blood work done, ultra sound of my heart, and yesterday a Cat Scan to see if my cancer has returned. Catscan results will be ready by end of week. Ultrasound of heart showed something wrong, doctor could only te4ll me my heart isn't beating at a regular beat. Said results will show what is wrong, so we're waiting for that report. This tuesday I'm being electricuted with an EMG Test and wednesday I'm going to have my boobs flattened like a pancake. Nurse Kratchet at cat scan couldn't find a vein and poked my right arm 3 times, so had to call in an ER nurse to get a vein. She got one on top of my hand to inject the dye into me. Also had to drink a quart of this horrible tasting stuff, man it was awful, yuck!!!!!!!!!!! Today both my legs went numb on me and I fell twice. Both arms also went numb, with slight pin needle sensations stabbing me in left side of chest. Oh the wonders of growing old, huh? Not only am I stressed out to the "T" but I am a nervous wreck and worried big time. Is my heart dieing, is my cancer back, will mammogram show something wrong? Needless to say I am doing alot of thinking and a whole lot of praying over all this. Am I scared? Yes, I am terrified it's all going to be bad news. I am now on BP meds, water pill, antidepressant and cholesterol/sugar pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;On a good note, I'd like to thank LisaJo, Jeannette &amp;amp; her hubby Mike, Nancy, Lisa, Sybil, Missie for the lovely christmas cards I have received over the past week. Thank you so much, each one means so much to me.  I hope and pray you all have a wonderful christmas and an even better new year. I will keep you updated on what's happening with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS EACH OF YOU..................&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cindy xoxoxo&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/6232106558623002397-7793800482337475512?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7793800482337475512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/stress-nerves-worried-scared.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7793800482337475512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7793800482337475512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/stress-nerves-worried-scared.html' title='STRESS, NERVES, WORRIED, SCARED'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SUXLkHsQl3I/AAAAAAAABcI/dSakb0WgiOU/s72-c/28796xf3z4sbjdh-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5665027264582307735</id><published>2008-12-14T19:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:06:03.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny</title><content type='html'>Bullshit and Brilliance A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa , taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company. One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch. The old poodle thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, 'Boy, that was one delicious &lt;a title="http://mailcenter3.comcast.net/wmc/v/wm/48D586D7000A578000006CDB2214756402CFCFCFCD0A0E03970A9C070E0B?cmd=" adr="leopard!Â &amp;amp;sid=" target="_blank" href="http://mailcenter3.comcast.net/wmc/v/wm/48D586D7000A578000006CDB2214756402CFCFCFCD0A0E03970A9C070E0B?cmd=ComposeTo&amp;amp;adr=leopard%21%C2%A0&amp;amp;sid=c0" rel="nofollow"&gt;leopard! &lt;/a&gt; I wonder if there are any more around here?' Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 'Whew!' says the leopard, 'That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!' Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, 'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine! Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and &lt;&gt;thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending h e hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says. 'Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard! Moral of this story.... Don't mess with old farts...age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience. If you don't send this to three 'old' friends right away there will be three fewer people laughing in the world. I am in no way insinuating that any of you are old, some are just more youthfully challenged.You did notice the size of the print?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5665027264582307735?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5665027264582307735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-funny_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5665027264582307735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5665027264582307735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-funny_14.html' title='Too Funny'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4846073175377931908</id><published>2008-12-14T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:04:41.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny</title><content type='html'>Bullshit and Brilliance A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa , taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company. One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch. The old poodle thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, 'Boy, that was one delicious &lt;a title="http://mailcenter3.comcast.net/wmc/v/wm/48D586D7000A578000006CDB2214756402CFCFCFCD0A0E03970A9C070E0B?cmd=" adr="leopard!Â &amp;amp;sid=" target="_blank" href="http://mailcenter3.comcast.net/wmc/v/wm/48D586D7000A578000006CDB2214756402CFCFCFCD0A0E03970A9C070E0B?cmd=ComposeTo&amp;amp;adr=leopard%21%C2%A0&amp;amp;sid=c0" rel="nofollow"&gt;leopard! &lt;/a&gt; I wonder if there are any more around here?' Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 'Whew!' says the leopard, 'That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!' Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, 'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine! Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and &lt;&gt;thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending h e hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says. 'Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard! Moral of this story.... Don't mess with old farts...age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience. If you don't send this to three 'old' friends right away there will be three fewer people laughing in the world. I am in no way insinuating that any of you are old, some are just more youthfully challenged.You did notice the size of the print?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-4846073175377931908?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4846073175377931908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-funny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4846073175377931908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4846073175377931908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8828116786170778221</id><published>2008-12-09T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:47:19.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The doctor called me yesterday with results of my blood work. My cholesterol level is higher then it was 2 years ago, and my triglycerides are up. He gave me a prescription for a generic form of Zocor. It will lower both hopefully, at least thats what it says it will do. He's gonna check my blood work again in a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I went and had my ultrasound done of my heart. All she would tell me was there's no fluid build up and nothing is leaking and my doctor will have a complete report by friday. Which is good because I have an appointment with him on friday. Then the 16th I go and have an EKG. On the 17th Emma and I are going to the cemetary to visit her son/my grandsons grave. He would of been 10 years old had he lived. God had other plans for him though and called our lil Michael back to heaven.  He never got to take a breathe of air outside Emma's womb, but when I held that 9lb 5oz baby boy in my arms looked into his face and kissed his cheeks, my heart melted with love for that precious baby and to this day I couldn't love him anymore then I already do. May he always rest in peace in God's loving arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I am going to go and take a shower now. Then take the generic zocor pill and go to bed. It says it can cause drowziness. Well let me tell you, it sure does. It knocked me out and I didn't get up until 8am this morning, and the girls had to be at school at 8:24. Guess what? They got there at 8:22, lol. I think I broke my own record, lol. Well, I'd better go now and get my shower. Have a great evening and week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8828116786170778221?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8828116786170778221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/doctor-called-me-yesterday-with-results.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8828116786170778221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8828116786170778221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/doctor-called-me-yesterday-with-results.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-7240882889044700649</id><published>2008-12-09T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:55:00.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in your life when you realize&lt;br /&gt;who matters,&lt;br /&gt;who never did,&lt;br /&gt;who won't anymore...&lt;br /&gt;and who always will.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't worry about people from your past,&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.' A sharp tongue can cut my own throat. If I want my dreams to come true, I mustn't oversleep. Of all the things I wear, my expression is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;The best vitamin for making friends..... B1. The happiness of my life depends on the quality of my thoughts. The heaviest thing I can carry is a grudge. One thing I can give and still keep...is my word. If I lack the courage to start, I have already finished. One thing I can't recycle is wasted time. Ideas won't work unless ' I ' do. My mind is like a parachute...it functions only when open. The 10 commandments are not a multiple choice. The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime! It is never too late to become what I might have been. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right.. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-7240882889044700649?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7240882889044700649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7240882889044700649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7240882889044700649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2891301723719811269</id><published>2008-12-06T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:26:37.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, snow, pervert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Just thought I'd drop in a while, say hello to you all and let you know what has been happening. I went to the doctor's on friday. I was there almost 2 hours. Got weighed (gained) had blood pressure check, 110/88, bottom number too high for dentist to pull teeth. He wants bottom number under 80, grrrrrr. Lots of tubes of blood taken, doctor took the blood himself instead of getting nurse to do it. He gave me a prescription for the Lexapro that I have been taking, plus a prescription for Lazic which I take 1 a day along with a big glass of orange juice. I go back on Dec 9th for an EKG, the on 12th for an ultra sound of my heart, and on the 16th for a nerve test. And I am scheduled to go into the hospital for a pet scan to check and see if cancer is back and for the swelling on right side of my head. Also have to go and have a mammogram and pap smear next month. I told him about my shortness of breath and he listened to my lungs and said they sound great. That was good to hear. So hopefully within the next few weeks we find out what is going on in my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It is snowing here right now. Suppose to get about an inch. That's too much for me, lol. Hate snow, I really do. I'd rather live on a tropical island where it's warm during the day and cool at night so I could sleep, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dan and Emma took the kids (Rebecca,Marissa,Daniel) out today to a heated tents flea market. Well Dan had to go report a pervert. This man kept staring at Rebecca and Marissa, following them everywhere, just staring, and then showing his teeth and snapping with his mouth at them. The cop said they got another report from someone about the same man, but until he physically touch or grabbed onne of the girls they couldn't do anything to the man. My Emma wanted to use her karate on the guy, lol. Sick people in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Jim and I went christmas shopping at Big Lots. Man I love that store. We spent 175.00, but I am now almost done. I just need something for Dan and Emma, Rebecca wants socks, lol and I have to get Adrianna a carseat. She's outgrowing her baby one, sniff, sniff. We took Adrianna shopping with us. Of course her poppop got her an Elmo guitar, and she loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I've been doing my christmas cards today, for those of you I have an address for. If you've never sent me your address and want to exchange cards with me email me at &lt;a href="mailto:emabecmar@aol.com"&gt;emabecmar@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I've been trying to get to all your journals. There's so many I have lost touch with since aohell booted us all out of jland. Couldn't they of waited until after the holidays, jeez. Well, it's going on 11:30 and I am tired. Before I forget, thank you Missie for the lovely card I received in mail. Yours will be in post office monday morning when I go check the mail. Also I wanted to ask you all a favor. Dan, my sil says he gets no good email. Could you if you have the time email him once in a while even just to say hi, or send him a funny joke or something and make him happy. Thank you so much if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'd better go. Take care, enjoy the rest of your weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;May God bless each and every one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2891301723719811269?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2891301723719811269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/doctor-snow-pervert.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2891301723719811269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2891301723719811269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/12/doctor-snow-pervert.html' title='Doctor, snow, pervert'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-9099068124062349005</id><published>2008-11-30T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:23:27.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting pretty bad in keeping up here and with other's blogs and I am so very sorry about that. It seems like something is always going on and I can't get to the computer. Anyways, I will try to get caught up this week, when the girls go back to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My thanksgiving was nice. Just a small family dinner with Dan's mom attending. None of his brother's wanted to come. But we had a big dinner. I fixed a 20lb turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, baked yams, green beans, cranberry sauce, coleslaw, and we had pumpkin pie with cool whip afterwards. I was so tired after dinner, I put the kids to bed and layed down myself at 8pm. I woke up at 2am and stayed up til 6:30am. Emma and I were going to go shopping at 4am, but she looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn't wake her. Instead we went shopping at noon at Target. My gosh was is crowded. Emma and I sat and had lunch first. We hadn't eatten and I was pretty hungry. So for 5.49 each we got a combo of 20oz drink, personnel pan pizza and 3 breadsticks with dipping sauce from the pizza hut there. I must say it was excellent too. So afterwards we start shopping. I bought Rebecca a Barbie VTech Laptop, scooter, giant horse and a huge doll that goes with it. She still wants barbies and socks. I read her letter to santa, lol. She asked for socks, lol. I'll get her all kinds of colors in them. So, I'm shopping away, and all of a sudden I hear a bunch of yelling and people are running. Then I hear my daughter Emma yelling......Mom. So I turn towards her and she is yelling stay there mom, don't move, and she comes over to me. She said there was a fight in the stuffed toy isle. Two women were beating each other up with their purses and throwing each other down, one of the women was bleeding. What were they fighting about?  ELMO!!!!!!!!!!! One of the women wouldn't move so the other could get the doll and someone grabbed it. Needless to say no one got to keep their shopping carts of purchases they wanted to make, because both women were escorted out of the store. Emma and I finished our shopping and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, dinner is just about ready, but the coffee is done now, so in I go to get me a cup before Emma says it's ready. Take care, enjoy your week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE YA..........................CINDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-9099068124062349005?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/9099068124062349005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/9099068124062349005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/9099068124062349005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-thanksgiving.html' title='My Thanksgiving'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3243423185761129564</id><published>2008-11-24T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:25:57.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love this one, lol</title><content type='html'>EXERCISE FOR PEOPLE OVER 40&gt;   Begin by standing on a comfortable surface where you haveplenty of room at each side. With a 5-lb. potato sack in eachhand, extend your arms straight out from your sides, and holdthem there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, andthen relax.   Each day you'll find that you can hold this position for just abit longer. After a couple weeks, move up to 10-lb. potato sacks. Then try 50-lb.potato sacks. Then eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb. potato sack in each hand, and hold your arms straight for&lt;br /&gt;morethan a full minute. (I'm at this level.)   After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each of thesacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3243423185761129564?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3243423185761129564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotta-love-this-one-lol.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3243423185761129564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3243423185761129564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotta-love-this-one-lol.html' title='Gotta love this one, lol'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4918826979660952468</id><published>2008-11-23T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:13:00.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SSl3-JOSObI/AAAAAAAABbw/fFL7sYL1yc4/s1600-h/DSCI2582painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271876748325304754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SSl3-JOSObI/AAAAAAAABbw/fFL7sYL1yc4/s320/DSCI2582painting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It's been almost 2 weeks since I wrote here? I'd better get you all updated huh. Well, let's see. Dan spent 8 days in the hospital, and let me tell you those 8 days were so worth it. He is so much better. He found out all his pain and suicidal thoughts were caused from the medication he is on. They switched his doses, gave him stronger pain meds and he is a new man. He still is in pain, but instead of pain level being a 10, it's down to a 2, which is great. He now takes 20mg oxycodone 4 to 6 times a day, and a morphine pill 4 to 6 times a day. He can't lift, run, jog or anything like that, but he walks better. The kids are so glad he is home, especially Daniel. He had a hard time the first few days adjusting to not having his daddy tuck him in at night. So, it was mommom to the rescue. I printed out a pic of Dan, taped it next to Daniel's bed and every night he'd kiss daddy's picture and say I love you daddy, sweet dreams. I swear that lil boy melts my heart. We have nasty colds going around now. Marissa had one last week, and missed a day of school due to it, now this week the baby has got herself a real doozey of a cold and I think Emma is coming down with a cold now too. The baby and Emma are both sleeping right now. Jim and Dan are out to breakfast along with the girls and Daniel. It is daddy daughter day on sundays. Rebecca wanted Daniel to go too, so the 5 of them are at the Clown House having breakfast. I love that place. You order a big breakfast for $5.95 and you get 2 pancakes, 2 eggs, fried potatoes, 2 sausage, 2 bacon, 2 slices of toast, glass orange juice and coffee. One of thos big breakfast will feed all 3 of the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Well, the lady who hit my van is already driving around with her van fixed. Where's my van? In the shop still. Why? Cause we're waiting for her insurance company to issue the check for 1189.00 to the body shop so I can go pick up my van. It has been done for a week now. I have called and called GEICO to see what the hold up is and all I get is someones voice mail. Tomorrow the bodyshop is calling them. All I know is I better get my van back real soon, because now I'm starting to get upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The girls got their school pics back, and might I say they are so cute. I will scan them so I can show them to you later today. Emma doesn't get Marissa's pics done in school uniform, but I do. I want to see the uniform styles as each year passes. I've had to have Dan's mom fix Rebecca's uniforms. Her's were so big on her now that she's lost so much weight. She was 73 lbs now she is 61 lbs. She lost it because she isn't cooped up in a tiny apartment anymore. Here she has lots of room to run and play and their isn't a dozen or more snacks a day cause she was eatting out of boredom. I want to watch her now though. I don't want her losing anymore weight. Well, I now have all my health insurance cards, so tomorrow is the big day of making appointments. I always forget some of my symptoms when I get into doctor's office, so this time I wrote them all down, all 18 of the things that I have noticed wrong lately. Yes, 18 things wrong, that is not a good thing and I will be yelled at by all of my doctor's. The only part I hate about going is having to get the blood work done. Ever since the chemo my veins actually hurt and I do mean hurt. They collasp, explode. The only good vein is deep in the elbow bend of my right arm and man does it hurt when they try to get that needle in there to get blood. Well the family is back, so I'd better go. Hope everyone has a great holiday next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Love.....................CINDY&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/6232106558623002397-4918826979660952468?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4918826979660952468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4918826979660952468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4918826979660952468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SSl3-JOSObI/AAAAAAAABbw/fFL7sYL1yc4/s72-c/DSCI2582painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5139205035978540208</id><published>2008-11-11T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:32:40.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I come here tonight worried. Yesterday my SIL was admitted into a mental hospital. Dan has not been himself since the fall last December and lately his mental health has gotten worse. He was talking suicide, and says the walls are bleeding, that blood is pouring down the walls. My Emma had no other choice but to call their lawyer and together with the doctor they had Dan admitted. He is in there under suicide watch. Emma knows one of Dan's older brothers (Howard) hung himself, so she wants to make sure Dan doesn't try anything. I have been praying about this since yesterday. Could you please send up a prayer or good thought for Dan. I haven't had much sleep the past week, so I am pretty tired. I promise to get to your blogs as soon as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;GOD BLESS.........................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CINDY&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/6232106558623002397-5139205035978540208?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5139205035978540208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sil.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5139205035978540208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5139205035978540208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sil.html' title='MY SIL'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4018496834038236215</id><published>2008-11-10T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:51:55.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>A man in Jacksonville calls his son in San Diego the day before Thanksgiving and says, 'I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough. 'Pop, what are you talking about?' the shocked son replies. We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,' the father says. 'We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Denver and tell her.' Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. 'Like heck they're getting divorced,' she shouts, 'I'll take care of this.'  She calls Jacksonville immediately, and screams at her father, 'You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then,don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?' and hangs up. Dad hangs up and turns to his wife. 'Okay,' he says, 'they're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Poppop Bill!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-4018496834038236215?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4018496834038236215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4018496834038236215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4018496834038236215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6815818605219758989</id><published>2008-11-09T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:40:57.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SRe6d-SJq6I/AAAAAAAABbo/RRY2VN5S_4U/s1600-h/livepreviewrevsawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883313331186594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SRe6d-SJq6I/AAAAAAAABbo/RRY2VN5S_4U/s320/livepreviewrevsawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A thank you goes out to those who corrected my spelling on my business cards, and thank you to Sugar for her idea on putting my title in front of my name. I have contacted the company and my cards will be corrected.&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/6232106558623002397-6815818605219758989?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6815818605219758989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-goes-out-to-those-who.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6815818605219758989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6815818605219758989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-goes-out-to-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SRe6d-SJq6I/AAAAAAAABbo/RRY2VN5S_4U/s72-c/livepreviewrevsawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-7860874612282136011</id><published>2008-11-08T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:34:00.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my dreams has come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SRXa5mik3EI/AAAAAAAABbg/aqlVkfJFAnY/s1600-h/livepreview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266356022412631106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SRXa5mik3EI/AAAAAAAABbg/aqlVkfJFAnY/s320/livepreview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It has been a while since I last posted. Life here has been so busy lately. Then I have to fight with everyone to get off the computer so I can use it. I've also been ill with a bad case of bronchitis. I've coughed so much I pulled muscles in my chest. I really hate being sick. All the kids were down with colds, so I expect they passed them on to me. We had to get a new keyboard. The old one was gross and the keys were sticking. Things are actually now slightly normal around here, that is if there is a normal, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We finally got our insurance cards. I am so glad. Monday I will be on the phone making my appointments to my family doctor, cancer doctor and dentist. I'll get yelled at by all of them, lol. It'll be lots of blood work, most likely another petscan, and more teeth pulled, wooohoooooo I can't wait, NOT, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My van goes into the shop on monday. The lady who hit my van caused 1189.00 in damages. I can see how she hit it though. It was very foggy, thick fog, and her defoggers hadn't done the job they should of done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok, now I have to tell you what I have been doing. It has always been a dream of mine to become a minister. So for the past few month's I have really been getting into i, reading up on it, learning my bible all over again. And I am happy to announce that as of yesterday November 7, 2008, I am now an ordained minister. I feel so good about it. I cannot wait to get started. Well, Jim said for me to et ready he is taking me to staples. Above is my cards I ordered. Well, I'm getting the "Aren't you ready yet look", so I'd better go now. I hope everyone is having a great weekend. I'll be reading some blogs tonight after the kids go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-7860874612282136011?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7860874612282136011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-my-dreams-has-come-true.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7860874612282136011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7860874612282136011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-my-dreams-has-come-true.html' title='One of my dreams has come true.'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SRXa5mik3EI/AAAAAAAABbg/aqlVkfJFAnY/s72-c/livepreview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1845799194560697626</id><published>2008-10-26T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:46:07.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident/Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQTWG_HihgI/AAAAAAAABa4/tZB1bfTgYyw/s1600-h/DSCI2570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261565680186197506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQTWG_HihgI/AAAAAAAABa4/tZB1bfTgYyw/s320/DSCI2570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQTSFuvY-RI/AAAAAAAABaw/aqLK7Wr7ODQ/s1600-h/ATT00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261561260563560722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQTSFuvY-RI/AAAAAAAABaw/aqLK7Wr7ODQ/s320/ATT00187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I don't know how I did it, but I was trying to add my jland journal's to this blogger one at a time. But it added them all at once, wow, that made my day for sure. Now if I can only figure out how to put things on my sidebar, I'd be happy. Today is sunday, the Eagles are kicking butt, the 2 babies are sleeping, and I am making Pepperonni bread with a dipping sauce and a salad for Dan's birthday dinner. My SIL is 44 today. Strange having a sil only 3 years younger then me, lol. But hey I wouldn't have it any other way. I must say he is the perfect SIL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Jim had to fix a flat tire on Dan's car this morning. He plugged it and filled it with air, so their good to go for a couple days. Tuesday their getting 4 new tires put on the car. They need them anyways, their's are looking dry rotted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Friday morning I had just gotten up and we hear a crash. Emma goes outside and finds a lady looking around. It seems her windshield was too foggy and she didn't see my van when it was parked, and smashed into the back of it. So in slippers, and bathrobe, hair all wild, no coffee in me yet I have to go outside get papers from glove box, and wait about 45 minutes for a cop. The woman's insurance is paying for the repairs. Her car repairs will cost more, her fender is really dented, flat tire and now her insurance will go up. I have to call her insurance company tomorrow and make an appointment to get my van fixed. There's my van above. I can't get it to go after the last sentence, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ok, I'm gonna go for now, and see about dinner. I'll write again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Love ya all.....................Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1845799194560697626?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1845799194560697626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-know-how-i-did-it-but-i-was.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1845799194560697626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1845799194560697626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-know-how-i-did-it-but-i-was.html' title='Accident/Birthday'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQTWG_HihgI/AAAAAAAABa4/tZB1bfTgYyw/s72-c/DSCI2570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8707982929127581743</id><published>2008-10-05T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=4&gt;I want to thank those who let me know I had went to the wrong blog thingy. I went to the blogger one and I figured a couple things out so far. So here is my new blogger addy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=4&gt;&lt;A href="http://cindyslife2.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cindyslife2.blogspot.com/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=4&gt;I hope it's the right one now, lol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8707982929127581743?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8707982929127581743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blogger.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8707982929127581743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8707982929127581743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blogger.html' title='My Blogger'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8413509161909063018</id><published>2008-10-05T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=4&gt;hERE IS THE ADDY OF MY BLOG. i HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WITH IT YET. i JUST HAVEN'T HAD THE TIME. EVERYTIME I SIT AT COMPUTER, SOMEONE NEEDS SOMETHING, OR ONE OF THE KIDS IS HURT, OR THEIR FIGHTING, OR BABY IS CRYING. I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT ALL THE DETAILS WITH THIS BLOG THING. I KNOW IT'S GONNA DRIVE ME NUTS.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=4&gt;ANYWAYS HERE IS THE URL TO THE BLOG.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=4&gt;&lt;A href="http://cindyslife2.blog.com/"&gt;http://cindyslife2.blog.com/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#990000 size=4&gt;I LOVE YA'S..............CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8413509161909063018?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8413509161909063018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8413509161909063018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8413509161909063018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog.html' title='BLOG'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-464625110979093905</id><published>2008-10-01T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me again</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlmh8pp4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UTAtRVYryGA/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIELXnXIX-yBav%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600 size=4&gt;Hello my friends. Just thought I'd pop in for a while and see how all are doing. I am ok, just tired. Emma and Dan got home around 2:am. They were laughing and smiling and said they had a really nice evening out together. I am so glad, they needed it. They went to dinner and to a movie. It was still early so they decided to go to a meeting. Meeting being an AA meeting. They've both been clean and sober for many years now and I am very proud of them. But it was so funny, they had a chance to go out and do anything they wanted and they didn't know what else to do, so a meeting they went too, lol. I went to bed around 2:30 and was back up at 6:am. Had me a cup of coffee, checked some email and went back to bed at 7:am. Jim woke me up at 10:45 for coffee. At 1:30 Jim and Dan are taking Rebecca, Marissa and Daniel to the movies. I think their going to see something called Egor or Eyore, something like that. That will leave just Emma and I and the baby home, wooooohoooooooo. I think I will give myself a pedicure and paint my toe nails. Something I haven't done in a while. Then I'm gonna wash the linens off the beds, lol. Jim has off work today. There wasn't enough jobs scheduled for everyone, so 2 guys were told to stay home today. But Jim has to work saturday, so that will make up for today.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600 size=4&gt;Jim's Dad is home from the hospital. He is weak and has to walk with a walker, but he's eatting now. He can't walk up or down steps yet. A physical therapist comes to the house a few times a week to excercise his legs with him. He said to give him 2 weeks to gain his strength back and then we can bring all the kids to see him and he'll be strong enough to hold the baby. You can't bring a baby into the house without Jim's Dad holding it. He says baby's are good medicine.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600 size=4&gt;Jim finally got his tool box and rifle from Joe's. They got it sunday. Jim kept the top part of the toolbox and gave Dan's brother Michael the bottom part. He loves it. He'll be locking all his tools up from now on. Joe said hi to Jim but that was about it. Well, I guess that is about it for now. I'm going to go get dressed, fix myself something to eat and do up their breakfast dishes. Then I will work on this Blog thing. I might be shouting out for some help to you all, lol. So enjoy your day, keep well and I'll see ya again soon.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#006600 size=4&gt;LOVE TO ALL........................&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=5&gt;CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=2&gt;Thank you Sugar for the Hi tag above.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/SSK" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;SSK&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&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/6232106558623002397-464625110979093905?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/464625110979093905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-me-again.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/464625110979093905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/464625110979093905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-me-again.html' title='It&amp;#39;s me again'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlmh8pp4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UTAtRVYryGA/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIELXnXIX-yBav%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1769115844158646363</id><published>2008-09-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwing us again</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;There getting rid of our journals? All the hard work we did to make our journals what they are, and all the friends we've made are gonna be gone at the end of the month? WHY? Why can't they just leave well enough alone? JLand is my home away from home, my sanity. I am going to be lost without it, I have seen some of you have this blog thingy. I will try to make one also. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;Well, the kids are all asleep, Jim is on his way to bed, and I sent Dan and Emma out for a while. They needed some alone time. So they went out to dinner and a movie. Dan has to go get a Mylogram done friday. Hopefully they find out what is wrong with his back and can fix it. He is in so much pain.The percosets and Oxycodone and the Tens unit that sends electric shock pulses into his spine doesn't work for him anymore. The pain is so bad he shakes terribly. Emma is in pain with her broken hand. She feels bad that I have to do everything, but hey she took care of me when I had surgery and went through chemo and radiation. I admit it is alot on me. This body gets tired and hurts and it takes me a while to get things done, but they get done and all are cared for. The girls are doing very well in school. Rebecca got an A on her spelling test and an A on her language test. I am so proud of her. Marissa hasn't had any tests yet. To me her teacher is slow. I guess I will go now. I wanna play in pogo for a while. Hope all is well.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;LOVE TO ALL............................CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1769115844158646363?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1769115844158646363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/screwing-us-again.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1769115844158646363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1769115844158646363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/screwing-us-again.html' title='Screwing us again'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-441866374162086707</id><published>2008-09-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HEART WARMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;This will touch your heart. &lt;BR/&gt;Here is a true story about a &lt;BR/&gt;nine year old boy who lived in a rural town in &lt;SPAN id=EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_lw_1211895148_36&gt;&lt;SPAN class=EC_EC_EC_EC_ecyshortcuts&gt;Tennessee&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; .. &lt;BR/&gt;His house was in a poor area of the community. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;A church had a bus ministry that came knocking on his door one afternoon. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;The kid came to answer the door and greeted the bus pastor. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;The bus pastor asked if his parents were home and the &lt;BR/&gt;small boy told him that his parents take off every weekend and leave him at &lt;BR/&gt;home to take care of his little brother. The bus pastor couldn't believe what &lt;BR/&gt;the kid said and asked him to repeat it. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;The youngster gave the same answer and the bus pastor asked to come in and talk with him. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;They went into the living room and sat down on an old couch with the foam and springs &lt;BR/&gt;exposed. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The bus pastor asked the kid, 'Where do you go to church? The &lt;BR/&gt;young boy surprised the visitor by replying, 'I've never been to church in my &lt;BR/&gt;whole life.' &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The bus pastor thought to himself about the fact that his &lt;BR/&gt;church was less than three miles from the child's house. 'Are you sure you &lt;BR/&gt;have never been to church?' he asked again. 'I sure haven't', came his answer. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Then the bus pastor said, Well, son, more important than going to &lt;BR/&gt;church, have you ever heard the greatest love story ever told?' and then &lt;BR/&gt;he proceeded to share the Gospel with this little nine year old boy. The young &lt;BR/&gt;lad's heartbegan to be tenderi zed and at the end of the bus pastor's &lt;BR/&gt;story the bus pastor asked if the boy wanted to receive this free gift from God. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The youngster exclaimed, 'You bet!' &lt;BR/&gt;The kid and the bus pastor got on their knees and the lad invited Jesus into his little heart and &lt;BR/&gt;received the free gift of salvation. They both stood up and the bus pastor &lt;BR/&gt;asked if he could pick the kid up for church the next morning. 'Sure,' &lt;BR/&gt;the nine old replied. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The bus pastor got to the house early the next &lt;BR/&gt;morning and found the lights off. He let himself in and snaked his way through &lt;BR/&gt;the house and found the little boy asleep in his bed. He woke up the little &lt;BR/&gt;boy and his brother and helped get them dressed. They got on the bus and ate a &lt;BR/&gt;donut for breakfast on their way to church. Keep in mind that this boy had &lt;BR/&gt;never been to church before. The church was a real big one. The little kid &lt;BR/&gt;just sat there, clueless of what was going on &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;A few minutes into the servi ce these tall unhappy guys walked down to the front and picked up some wooden plates. One of the men prayed and the kid with utter fascination &lt;BR/&gt;watched them walk up and down the aisles. He still didn't know what was going on. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;All of a sudden like a bolt of lightning it hit the kid what was taking &lt;BR/&gt;place. These people must be giving money to Jesus. He then reflected on the &lt;BR/&gt;free gift of life he had received just twenty-four hours earlier. He &lt;BR/&gt;immediately searched his pockets, front and back, and couldn't find a thing to &lt;BR/&gt;give Jesus. By this time the offering plate was being passed down his aisle &lt;BR/&gt;and with a broken heart he just grabbed the plate and held on to it. He &lt;BR/&gt;finally let go and watched it pass on down the aisle. He turned around to see &lt;BR/&gt;it passed down the aisle behind him. And then his eyes remained glued &lt;BR/&gt;on the plate as it was passed back and forth, b ack and forth all the way to the &lt;BR/&gt;rear of the sanctuary.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;Then he had an idea. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;This little nine year old boy, in front of God and everybody, got up out of his seat. He walked about &lt;BR/&gt;eight rows back, grabbed the usher by the coat and asked to hold the plate one &lt;BR/&gt;more time. Then he did the most astounding thing I have ever heard of. He took &lt;BR/&gt;the plate, sat it on the carpeted church floor and stepped into the center of &lt;BR/&gt;it. As he stood there, he lifted his little head up and said, 'Jesus, I don't &lt;BR/&gt;have anything to give you today, but just me. I give you me!' &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I do love Jesus. He is my source of existence and my Savior. He keeps me &lt;BR/&gt;functioning each and everyday. Without Him, I will be nothing. Without Him, I &lt;BR/&gt;am nothing. With Him I can do all things. &lt;BR/&gt;Phil 4:13 &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-441866374162086707?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/441866374162086707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/heart-warmer.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/441866374162086707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/441866374162086707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/heart-warmer.html' title='A HEART WARMER'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6333953241241511425</id><published>2008-09-25T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;I am so sorry I didn't get back here yesterday and write a proper entry. I won't go into any details of how it happened, but I will tell you my oldest, Emma thought she was Mike Tyson and punched a door. So what happened? She broke her hand in numerous places and has some internal bleeding in it also. They wrapped it, gave her a prescription for percosets and the name of a specialist, which is where she is now. The hospital said she may need surgery on her hand and will have to wear a cast for 8 to 12 weeks. Won't she love that, lol. NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She did learn a valuable lesson tho, lol.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlnGo9W9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fF3t_D-sewM/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEEy0qq3Xvz7m%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;Emma and her Dad.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;Even with a broken hand, she wasn't gonna give up on a night out with her daddy. Jim had tickets to the Phillies vs Atlanta Braves game last night, and he promised Emma she could go. Even though the phillies lost by a score of 4-10 Braves they still had a good time. Emma got someone to take their picture.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlnLmZF2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Gnrc9t2ftEk/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIELnEz3H6Lzk5%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;At the game. Jim had to wear a name tag because the company he works for sponsered a trip there for all the employees who work at Glass Max. They each got a t-shirt to wear also.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlnItj7oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Tcqa0DC_cxM/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEHYZXrcaLSvh%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;There's the stadium in the back ground. The round looking place.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlnHRpLwI/AAAAAAAAANA/e_p4dFLKy3A/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEBqgYHl774jH%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;And here's the Braves kicking the Phillies butts, lol. We'll get ya next time Atlanta, hahaha.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;I was so disappointed on Rebecca's birthday. Can you believe all who said they were coming, never showed up? Nope no one came. I was so depressed. But it didn't seem to bother the kids. They loved dinner, loved that icecream cake, and really loved all the balloons and noise makers and goodie bags. She loves her telescope and is fasinated with the moon. She reads anything and everything about the moon. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;Then the following weekend it was Adrianna's birthday. The only person's who showed up were Mr. Jim and Rebecca's teacher from kindergarten Phylis. None of the uncles or cousin's or Dan's mom came to Adrianna's first birthday. Phylis and Jim couldn't make it for Rebecca's birthday, but they gave her a card with 50.00 in it and also a card for Adrianna with 50.00. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlnTGezKI/AAAAAAAAANI/xDFw5-rwj94/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEJARsFkxeFAl%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;She started to cry cause icing dirtied her hand, lol.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlnQBijHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JwEnCb9ULoA/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEPJr7OIqW8JB%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099&gt;I think she's having a happy birthday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;Well, Emma's home wearing a bright pink cast. She has to go back in 4 weeks, then they'll know whether or not she needs surgery. In the mean time I am very busy now doing the cooking cleaning, watching babies, taking the girls back and forth to school, helping them with home work and home schooling Daniel getting him ready for pre-school next year. Busy, busy, busy, that's me. I will definately need a long vacation by the time Emma is healed and has her cast off, lol. Well, I am needed. Adrianna needs to be changed. I will try to get to journals as soon as I can. Please forgive me for not visiting. I miss hearing about all your lives. Take care of yourselves, and please know I love you all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;I went to send out a special thank you to Sugar who made this beautiful tag for Rebecca. Sugar thank you so much. Rebecca loves it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPln_pXiUI/AAAAAAAAANY/YS64Ul0MM9k/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIENOj7GR54XWA%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=5&gt;LOVE...................CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_7" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_7&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/6232106558623002397-6333953241241511425?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6333953241241511425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-to-start.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6333953241241511425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6333953241241511425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-to-start.html' title='Where to start?'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlnGo9W9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fF3t_D-sewM/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEEy0qq3Xvz7m%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-7445060900979090058</id><published>2008-09-24T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WILL ADD MORE LATER TODAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;SORRY FOR NO ENTRY JUST PICS. I HAVE TO RUN OUT AND DIDN'T WANT TO DELETE THE PICS AND RE-ADD AGAIN. SO PLEASE SAVE THIS ALERT AND STOP BY LATER TODAY OR TONIGHT. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;THANK YOU...........................CINDY XOXO&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-7445060900979090058?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7445060900979090058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-add-more-later-today.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7445060900979090058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7445060900979090058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-add-more-later-today.html' title='WILL ADD MORE LATER TODAY.'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-36776414661249477</id><published>2008-09-15T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny from Poppop Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl.. Although his English was far from perfect they got along very well One day he rushed into a lawyer's office&amp;nbsp;and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him. The lawyer said that getting a divorce&amp;nbsp;would depend on the circumstances. He asked him the following questions: &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;Have you any grounds? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;Yes, an acre and half and nice little home. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;No, I mean what is the foundation of this case? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;It made of concrete. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;I don't think you understand.&amp;nbsp; Does either of you have a real grudge? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;No, we have carport, and not need one. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;I mean. What are your relations like? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;All my relations still in Poland . &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;Is there any infidelity in your marriage? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;Does your wife beat you up? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;No, I always up before her. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;Is your wife a nagger? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;No, she white. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;Why do you want this divorce? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;She going to kill me. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;What makes you think that? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;I got proof. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;What kind of proof? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;She going to poison me.&amp;nbsp; She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom.&amp;nbsp; I can read, and it say: 'Polish Remover' &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Tempus Sans ITC" color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&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/6232106558623002397-36776414661249477?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/36776414661249477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-from-poppop-bill.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/36776414661249477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/36776414661249477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-from-poppop-bill.html' title='A Funny from Poppop Bill'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5929938317107921994</id><published>2008-09-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SPECIAL DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt=balloons src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/birthdayballoons-1.gif" border=0/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt=happy src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/47041hsuzefa7kt-1.gif" border=0/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0675.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;Today is a very special day. It is the day my baby girl turns 7 years old. On September 13, 2001 at 10:30am, I had a c-section and this baby was taken from my womb. She was perfect. 10 fingers and 10 toes, all pink and a little bald head. She is out with her daddy birthday shopping. He takes her out each year for her birthday. They went to breakfast also.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;Tomorrow we will have her party. I asked her if she wanted pizza or hotdogs or taco party. Nope not my kid. She wanted a whole ham cooked on the grill, deviled eggs, pasta salad, baked beans and mini hotdogs baked in crescent rolls, lol. Is this normal for a 7yr old to want food such as this for her birthday? And of course there will be a Carvel icecream cake, cookies, juice, soda, coffee. Today I will go out and get her decorations, balloons, plates, cups and napkins. She wants the decor to be red and white. I'll dollar store those items and go to Party City for decorations and party favors and noise makers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;I am going to make this short. I promise to make another entry soon, complete with birthday pictures. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=6&gt;LOVE TO ALL..............CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5929938317107921994?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5929938317107921994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-day.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5929938317107921994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5929938317107921994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-day.html' title='A SPECIAL DAY'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-854050142482156062</id><published>2008-09-05T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#cc6600&gt;GUESS WHO? YEP, IT'S ME. I DIDN'T FALL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH, LOL. I JUST BEEN RESTING AND JIM'S BEEN WORKING ON THE COMPUTER. HE REFORMATTED SOME STUFF, GAVE THE COMPUTER A GOOD CLEANING INSIDE AND OUT, AND INSTALLED ANOTHER MEMORY CHIP. COMPUTER IS WORKING GREAT NOW. BUT NOW I HAVE A PROBLEM. TOO MANY PEOPLE WANT ON THE COMPUTER AND TAKE UP MY TIME ON IT, GRRRRRRR.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#cc6600&gt;WELL, AS YOU CAN SEE ABOVE, THE GIRLS ARE IN SCHOOL. REBECCA NO LONGER GOES TO THAT HORRIBLE SCHOOL SHE WAS IN LAST YEAR. SHE NOW ATTENDS A BETTER SCHOOL LESS THAN 3 BLOCKS FROM HERE. I LOVE THE UNIFORMS. SHE CAN WEAR EITHER DARK OR LIGHTBLUE SHIRTS, TAN OR BLACK SKIRTS, DRESSES OR SLACKS. THEY WERE HAPPY THIS MORNING GOING TO SCHOOL.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#cc6600&gt;MY GRANDSON AND I WENT SHOPPING TODAY. WE WENT TO THE DOLLARSTORE AND BOUGHT GLUE, PENCILS, MARKERS AND BOOKS, THEN WE WENT TO OUR FAVORITE McDONALD'S AND THEIR WAS A BULLDOZER THERE AND THE McDONALD'S WAS DEMOLISHED :(&amp;nbsp; . DANIEL WAS UPSET. HE CRIED BUT MOMMOM WE ARE ON A DATE AND WE NEED 2 HAPPY MEALS, LOL. SO, INSTEAD WE WENT TO WENDY'S, LOL.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#cc6600&gt;JIM'S DAD IS BACK IN THE HOSPITAL AND HE'S NOT DOING WELL AT ALL. THEY FOUND BLOOD CLOTS IN HIS LEGS, SO NOW THEIR AFRAID TO DO HEART SURGERY. . THEIR GOING TO KEEP HIM IN HOSPITAL FOR AT LEAST ANOTHER WEEK. JIMS MOM SAID IT DOESN'T LOOK GOOD. JIMS SISTER JANET IS COMING UP FROM VIRGINIA. I GOT A GUT FEELING THIS IS IT. THAT MY FATHER IN LAW IS AT THE END OF HIS LIFE. TODAY IS HIS 77TH BIRTHDAY. "Happy Birthday Dad, We love you."&amp;nbsp;IF YOU ALL WOULD KEEP&amp;nbsp;HIM IN PRAYERS, JIM AND I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT. AN ALERT JUST POPPED UP IN MY WEATHER BUG. A TROPICAL STORM WARNING HAS BEEN ISSUED UNTIL 11PM&amp;nbsp;TOMORROW NIGHT. I SURE HOPE IT COOLS OFF OUR TEMPS. IT'S BEEN IN THE 90'S FOR A FEW DAYS NOW. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#cc6600&gt;WELL, I HOPE YOUR ALL DOING WELL. I APPOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING AROUND MUCH. EMMA JUST LEFT TO GO PICK THE GIRLS UP FROM SCHOOL. SHE PUT THE BABY IN HER COACH AND WALKED TO GO GET THEM.&amp;nbsp;I'M GOING TO GO NOW AND GET THEIR SNACK READY. HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#cc6600&gt;LOVE TO YOU ALL.......................CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="photoPileWoohoo"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-854050142482156062?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/854050142482156062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-girls.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/854050142482156062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/854050142482156062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-girls.html' title='SCHOOL GIRLS'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5330666749409423264</id><published>2008-08-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlpBdpCpI/AAAAAAAAANw/rhUrTRcg0h0/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEGmjytDCeqwy%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=4&gt;How is everyone? I hope all are doing well this sunny warm sunday morning. The 4 kids and I are the only ones awake right now. Rebecca, Marissa and Daniel are watching Franklin on noggin and Adrianna is drinking a bottle I just made for her. Jim is still sleeping and so are Dan and Emma. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=4&gt;Well, we found out why Joe wanted us to move. He is gutting out my apartment remodeling it and putting the house up for sale. He's moving to Pittsburgh to be near to his older brother Michael. Now that his Mom is gone he doesn't have anything holding him back. What makes me so mad is that he is Rebecca's godfather and he has not called to talk to her at all. She was use to getting hugs and kisses everyday, he promised to take her shopping for new shoes then out to lunch and he hasn't. She's very confused. She asks me if Uncle Joe still loves her because she still loves him. My heart breaks for her. I can now never forgive him for what he is putting my little girl through.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=4&gt;Well, Adrianna was fussing. She needed a diaper change. Poor baby has a red hiney. Cleaner diaper and some balmex and she is fine now. She's in her walker running over the other kids feet, lol. She's getting so big. It's hard to believe she'll be a year old next month already. She can say dada, mama, botbot, hug, poppop, she sits up by herself. Mommom's baby girl is growing up, :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=4&gt;Dan and Emma and their 3 kids are going to dinner over to one of his co-workers today, so Jim and Rebecca and I have the house to ourselves. Maybe then I can get caught up on my journal readings. I think alerts are messed up, because I have only received about 4 or 5 alerts a day for the past week. Leave it to aohell to mess something up. Anyways I am looking forward to a quiet evening today. Having 4 kids in the house 24/7 can be a little too much for me. I do so much babysitting, that 1 day I week, I leave during the day just for about 2 hours. I go walk around the Dollar store, or go sit at the park and read. Being on the Lexapro is a big plus. I feel so much better, calmer. I feel like a real person, lol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=4&gt;Well, I guess I will go now. The kids want breakfast, cinnamon toast. I hope your all having a nice weekend and enjoying this great weather we are having. Please keep in mind those who are in Florida. Hurricane Fay has done so much damage and taken so many lives. I hope their weather clears soon, so they can begin to rebuild their lives. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=4&gt;Love to all..................................CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5330666749409423264?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5330666749409423264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5330666749409423264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5330666749409423264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlpBdpCpI/AAAAAAAAANw/rhUrTRcg0h0/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEGmjytDCeqwy%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3484182327759906957</id><published>2008-08-23T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: green"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(127,0,127)"&gt;This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, HE saw me, and HE asked:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR style="COLOR: rgb(127,0,127)"/&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(127,0,127)"&gt;My child, what is your greatest wish for today?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(0,127,64)"&gt;I &amp;nbsp;responded:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR style="COLOR: rgb(0,127,64)"/&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(0,127,64)"&gt;'Lord, please take care of the person who is reading this message, his/her family and his/her special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much.'&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: green"&gt;The Love of GOD is like the ocean, you can SEE its beginnings...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;DIV class=EC_EC_MsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: green"&gt;but NOT its end. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: green"&gt;This message works on the day you receive it. &lt;BR/&gt;To some it may sound dumb, but the person who sent this to me was impressed with its timing...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV class=EC_EC_MsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: green"&gt;Let us see if it is true. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: green"&gt;ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: green"&gt;&lt;BR/&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/6232106558623002397-3484182327759906957?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3484182327759906957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3484182327759906957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3484182327759906957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-friends.html' title='To My Friends'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2610791108349006323</id><published>2008-08-23T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess With Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;FONT id=role_document face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=purple size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;DON'T MESS WITH GRANNY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: blue 2px solid"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: purple"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Here's a quote from a government employee who witnessed a recent interaction between an elderly woman and an antiwar protester in a Vancouver Skytrain station. There were protesters on the subway platform handing out pamphlets on the evils of Canada ..&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I politely declined taking one. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: purple"&gt;An elderly woman was behind me getting off the escalator and a young (20-ish) female protester offered her a pamphlet, which she politely &lt;BR/&gt;declined. &lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR/&gt;The young protester put her hand on the old woman's shoulder as a gesture of friendship and in a very soft voice said, 'Lady, don't you care about the children of Iraq ?'&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" color=purple size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: purple"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=purple size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The old woman looked up at her and said, 'Honey, my father died in France during World War II, I lost my husband, an RCMP officer, in a violent shootout in Alberta , and now I've lost a grandson in Afghanistan .......&lt;BR/&gt;All three died so you could have the right to stand here and bad mouth our country.&amp;nbsp; If you touch me again, I'll stick this umbrella up your ass and open it.'&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=purple&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: purple"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-2610791108349006323?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2610791108349006323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/don-mess-with-granny.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2610791108349006323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2610791108349006323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/don-mess-with-granny.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t Mess With Granny'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-211959551567731766</id><published>2008-08-12T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="good morning" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/sskmorningim6.gif" border=0/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc size=4&gt;For a few days now I have been trying to make an entry and a certain 4 kids keep bothering me, lol. After about 20 dozen trips to storage and here to Emma's we are finally moved. I am so glad to be out of that tiny apartment. The move though is only temporary. We will be getting a house or apartmeent real soon. Emma wants us to find a 4 bedroom house and all move into it together until Dan settles his lawsuits and buys 2 houses. This is all fine with me. I love being able to tuck my grandbabies into their beds at night, and here in the mornings when they wake up. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc size=4&gt;It is so beautiful outside today. Sunny, breezy, and so cool. It's 73 outside. The 3 older kids are outside playing, burning off some bottled energy they have stored in their bodies, lol. The baby is in her walker just having a good ol' time tossing her toys on the floor. Jim is at work, Dan is relaxing on the couch, and Emma took my van to go to post office and to get a tan. As for me I'm doing alot better. I have been on a diet now for 9 days and I can already feel the difference. Of course the medication I am taking helps by taking away my appetite. I'm on 10mg a day of Lexapro for depression. Emma says it is working for me cause I seem calmer and more relaxed. I do feel better, I must say that. I don't feel like driving off a bridge anymore. So it must be working for me. Well, Emma's home, no mail at post office except for a verification of my change of address. That's about it for now. I have turned on my alerts again but I guess aohell is still having problems because I haven't gotten but a few alerts. Hope all are well.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Love to all...............&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=6&gt;Cindy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6600cc size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/SSK" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;SSK&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/6232106558623002397-211959551567731766?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/211959551567731766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-update.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/211959551567731766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/211959551567731766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1238564428096378982</id><published>2008-08-11T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000080 size=4&gt;E&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=white size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: white; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;ven though you can't see Him, GOD is there for yo&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; U&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;DRAG YOUR MOUSE FROM E TO THE U AND SEE WHAT IT SAYS.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1238564428096378982?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1238564428096378982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-ven-though-you-cant-see-him-god-is.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1238564428096378982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1238564428096378982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-ven-though-you-cant-see-him-god-is.html' title=' '/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-9116519833312007898</id><published>2008-08-08T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I'm back. Will update soon.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-9116519833312007898?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/9116519833312007898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/helloooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/9116519833312007898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/9116519833312007898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/helloooooooooo.html' title='HELLOOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6724468044886134192</id><published>2008-08-04T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's settling in</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#cc33cc size=4&gt;Hi everyone :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#cc33cc size=4&gt;Angie here, just wanted you to know I got a text from Cindy and she is all moved and settling in their new place :) Hopefully she will be back on soon and things on the homefront conditions will be AWESOME!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-6724468044886134192?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6724468044886134192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-settling-in.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6724468044886134192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6724468044886134192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-settling-in.html' title='She&amp;#39;s settling in'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-589546115266428084</id><published>2008-08-02T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BE BACK IN A COUPLE WEEKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;IT'S TIME TO SHUT DOWN PUTER AND MOVE IT. I WILL MISS YOU ALL OVER THE NEXT COUPLE WEEKS WHILE I AM GONE. STAY SAFE, BE HAPPY. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL..........................CINDY&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-589546115266428084?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/589546115266428084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-back-in-couple-weeks.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/589546115266428084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/589546115266428084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-back-in-couple-weeks.html' title='BE BACK IN A COUPLE WEEKS'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-7575631935306477573</id><published>2008-08-01T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace Mommom I</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666666 size=4&gt;Mommom I passed away this morning. This beautiful lovely lady is in heaven now, suffering no more.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666666 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#666666 size=4&gt;Rest in Peace Mommom. We love you and will miss you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-7575631935306477573?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7575631935306477573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/rest-in-peace-mommom-i.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7575631935306477573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7575631935306477573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/08/rest-in-peace-mommom-i.html' title='Rest in Peace Mommom I'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-4774002300564069727</id><published>2008-07-28T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In 4 Days........</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399 size=4&gt;Yep, just 4 more days and we are out of here. Jim and Emma have moved almost all of our belongings over to the storage bin. 2 more trips there, and 1 to Emma's and we are done and out of here. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399 size=4&gt;It will be 7 to 10 days from the day we move out of here before my computer is back up and running. OMG, 2 weeks almost with no internet, no POGO and no JLand. I will not be a happy camper. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399 size=4&gt;Emma and Dan's 2 year wedding anniversary was July 24th. I told them after we get moved in, they can go away for a few days. They really need some alone time. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399 size=4&gt;Our neighbor Linda and her 3 kids moved out yesterday and the new owners moved in today. All I can say is I am glad I am moving. Those people are the most noisey people I have ever heard. Music blasting, their screaming and yelling in some language I have never heard before. LOL, have fun with your new neighbors Joe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399 size=4&gt;Jim got a notice in the mail for jury duty on August 26th. Lovely. You get 8.00 a day here if your on a jury. That compared to the 175.00 a day he gets for pay at work. I told him he better make damn sure he isn't picked. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399 size=4&gt;Well, I think I am tired enough now where I can go back to bed and fall asleep. Please know I haven't been ignoring your journals on purpose. I am just so busy these days with packing and cleaning I just haven't had the time. When we are moved and back on line things will be better. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399 size=4&gt;In case I don't get a chance to say hello/goodbye on friday, I'll say it now. I am going to miss you all very much. Stay safe, stay well, and I love ya's.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#333399 size=4&gt;LOVE TO ALL........................CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-4774002300564069727?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/4774002300564069727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-4-days.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4774002300564069727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/4774002300564069727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-4-days.html' title='In 4 Days........'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-7469678643627818231</id><published>2008-07-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I love a good storm but when it messes with the electric where I can't use my computer well that pisses me off. The other night we had 3 storms hit us. One right after the other. The lightning was really bad. It hit trees, a house and the transformer across the street which split the utility pole. So there went our electric. It's back on again, yessssss. I have errands to do this morning, then come home and pack up pots and pans and dishes. Jim and Emma are taking a couple more loads to the storage bin tonight. Not much more to move out. I'll be so glad when it is all done. Well, I gotta go or I'll never get it all done.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Will start on my entries tonight.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Love ya aall.....................CINDY&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-7469678643627818231?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/7469678643627818231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/storms.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7469678643627818231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/7469678643627818231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/storms.html' title='Storms'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3524167138360218649</id><published>2008-07-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update and more.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlqi3PK0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SKShkiLNOVU/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEKmYoTJsEgq2%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;I know I am late, but I wanted to wish a very special lady a very Happy 35th Birthday. Our dear Angie turned 35 years young. Happy Birthday lil sister, love ya.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;I have a favor to ask of you all. My FIL is in the hospital. He had 2 stents put in on friday. Now he has to have an artery replaced. Today he finds out if his heart is strong enough to do this next surgery. If not he will go home and it will be all up to God then. Jim and Emma have gone to see him the past 2 evenings. Jim said his Dad is so thin, so pale and weak. Last night Jim broke down and cried in my arms. He said he knows his Dad is going to die and he don't know if he is strong enough to deal with the pain, and he is worried about his Mom. In the 29 1/2 years I have known my husband, I have never seen him so upset. All I could do was hold him. Would you all please pray for Jim's Dad? His name is Walter Sawn. Thank you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;We have packed so much and moved quite a bit of furniture over to the storage bin. Jim told me to empty my dresser today, and he will be taking that to the storage bin tonight. My daughter Emma has been working her butt off helping Jim move things. One of my SIL older brothers named Don is going to help Jim move the bigger pieces of furniture. I thought that was really nice of him to offer to help. I told him we would pay him he said nope. Just cook dinner and invite him over after we're moved into Emma's. So he's getting homemade Lasagna, sausage and meatballs, my homemade garlic and cheese bread, and a big salad. He said that works for him, lol. I'll even make an extra tray so he can take it home. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;I also want to let you know about a new journal made by our dear Jeannette of Jeannettes Jottings. This very sweet lady has made an open journal for all of us to make an entry about someone we have lost. It could even be a pet. So far I have added my baby sister Susie to this wonderful journal, and I have more loved ones to add also. Please stop by and check out this beautiful journal.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A title=http://journals.aol.co.uk/jeanno43/these-we-have-loved/ href="http://journals.aol.co.uk/jeanno43/these-we-have-loved/"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#00cccc&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;These We Have Loved&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3333ff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;Also I must say my thoughts and prayers go out to LJ and her husband and children for their recent loss of a dear family friend. LJ, Rick, Chad and Meg. Please know I have you in my heart. Words can never express our true feelings when something so tragic as a death comes into our lives. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;Well, I have more packing to do, so I best get to it. I wish there was more then one of me. Packing sucks, lol. But it's worth it, because I am moving out of this apartment and off this noisey street. YIPPEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;I'd better go now. I will try to get to your journals within the next few days. I want to have them all done before we take the computer down. Take care all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc6600 size=4&gt;Love you.............................&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=6&gt;Cindy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3524167138360218649?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3524167138360218649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-update-and-more.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3524167138360218649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3524167138360218649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-update-and-more.html' title='Another update and more.........'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlqi3PK0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/SKShkiLNOVU/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEKmYoTJsEgq2%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3309370003716297808</id><published>2008-07-18T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Just thought I would stop by and give you all an update. Above are pics my sister Lucy sent to my cellphone. There are 2 more but aaol won't let me load them in this album, so I will try to add separately. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlqzO8FJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ItQT79ofA-Q/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEP1OzIBgikZM%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jackie and big brother Ricky.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlrUMl-kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xKvAeDPzErQ/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEENHuvP9zD5j%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my brother Paul and a lobster he caught. I'd hate to get pinched with one of those claws, ouch.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well, I rented the storage bin. I got a 10x10. They were running a special, $1.00 for the first month's rent. That works for me, lol. But each month afterward is 135.00, which is fine. Today I will work on packing up winter clothes, items off the top of our dressers and things from the nightstand, and picture frames on the walls. I bought 8 large tupperware tubs with lids, so I will use them to pack things up. I have to get some more of those. There so much easier then using boxes. I bought a bunch of bubble wrap to wrap up the picture frames first. 15 more days and we move, yippeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Emma is coming over today to pick up my steamcleaner, wooden snack tables and Rebecca's table and chairs so the kids can eat their meals on it. Oh and my big crockpot, that Emma likes to cook in, lol. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Joe still hasn't said one word to us. He'll have to soon because Jim needs to get into the basement to get his huge toolbox and his rifle out of Joes safe. Sorry I haven't been around to all your journals lately. I've been so busy, and so tired. My butt is in bed by 9 or 10pm. I will try to get to them sometime this weekend and the coming week, before we take the computer over to Emma's. It may be a week or two before we are back on line after we move. I will let Angie know what is happening so she can keep you informed. I guess I should go now and start my day. Lots and lots of packing and wrapping to do. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;LOVE YA...........................CINDY&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_2" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_2&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3309370003716297808?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3309370003716297808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3309370003716297808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3309370003716297808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlqzO8FJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ItQT79ofA-Q/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEP1OzIBgikZM%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6790087808297526857</id><published>2008-07-14T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlrbymYEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3RfBS1tXgmc/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIECEQuHP88wY7%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;A great big thank you goes out to Val and Krissy for this award. I was so surprised and honored my sentence had won. :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;19 more days and we are moving out of this apartment. I am so glad. We will stay with Emma no longer than 8 weeks and we'll have the money for a bigger apartment. YIPPEEEEEEEE.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlrhvtUhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h1MH_XlXElw/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEDBuSs5vO-8p%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;We finally decided on where to get an apartment at. Jeanne thank you for the sites you sent. I searched an could not find one we could afford. The one we use to live at years ago we paid 640.00 a month rent for is now 1500.00 a month, yikes!!!!!!!!!! Man things have gone up in Jersey since I moved to philly. See that kitchen above and the appliances? That is the kitchen we will have once we have the money saved to move. It has 2 bedrooms, 1 bath, laundry closet with washer and dryer in it, diningroom, livingroom, patio, dishwasher, garbage disposal, huge closets, centrl heat and air conditioning, wall to wall carpet, huge olympic size pool, tennis courts, playground for the kids, and most of all very good schools. All that for 950.00 a month!!! Yep I can see myself cooking dinner in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher afterwards, then relaxing on the patio. I can see Rebecca playing on the playground or swimming in the pool and going to a great school. I can see Jim and Rebecca and I very happy. Please, please let it happen. Oh and the place is in Buck's County, here in PA. So, I can keep my tags, my cheap car insurance and my Pa license and not have to worry about any of those things. This week I am going to go get the storage place and start moving things to it, so we save time on August 2, when we leave this apartment. &lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlrl58cvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YD647HquFVE/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEFtpxyUlMMto%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399&gt;Remember Eden, my nephew's son who was born addicted to heroine? Well, look at this lil guy now. He is so smart and happy. His mommy takes very good care of him. They live with his grandma who loves him very much and spoils him rotten, lol. His mommy has a really nice boyfriend who loves both her and Eden. Eden's mommy is taking college courses on line, so she can be home with her son. She wants to get a job as a child psycologists. I wish her all the best. Here's my favorite recent pic of Eden.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlr8PfNqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Hq87TYacLpE/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIELOrKZobru-v%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;That smile on his face is just priceless. I love those big blue eyes of his. He is one of my sister Lucy's 9 grandchildren. And she has a 10th grandchild coming anytime. Her daughter Sharon is having her 3rd child this month. It is a girl and she will be named Heidi. I love that name. All I can say is, when you have 7 kids of your own, you better expect a whole passle of grandkids, lol. I have pictures of her other grandkids in virginia, but I have to download them yet. I will do that later. They are so darn cute. I best be going now. The kitchen should be cooled off now. I had the oven on baking a loaf of bread. We're having it along with broiled whiting, vegetable rice and buttered corn for supper tonight, and I made a picture of sweet tea also. Take care all and have a wonderful day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;LOVE YA.....................&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc33cc size=5&gt;CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_5" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_5&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/6232106558623002397-6790087808297526857?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6790087808297526857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6790087808297526857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6790087808297526857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPlrbymYEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3RfBS1tXgmc/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIECEQuHP88wY7%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8363046579622440657</id><published>2008-07-10T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Yesterday a certified envelope was in the mailbox, wanting a return signature saying we signed for it. Hmmm we didn't sign for it, but someone did. Could of been Joe downstairs and he put it back in mailbox.&amp;nbsp; Inside the envelope was a hand written letter, notorized. It was from Joe. He said due to the fact he feels his life and property are in danger he asks we move by 30 days of receipt of this letter which was dated July 7th. His life and property are in danger?????????????? We have never ever threatened him or his property. And we never would either. He wants us to move so we can avoid any hardship to our 20+ year friendship. What friendship? I feel that's already gone. Afriend if a true friend doesn't stab you in the back. What hurts the most is, trying to explain this all to Rebecca. All she knows is he is her Uncle Joe and she keeps asking why he doesn't come upstairs for hugs everyday like he has for the past 5 years. I just tell her he is busy or he isn't home. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We're going to put our things in storage, stay with Emma only until we find an apartment to live in. We're going back across the bridge to New Jersey to live. I'm sick of Philly. I want out of here. When we move out of this apartment, I may be without internet service for a while. If it will be a long extended time, I will let Angie know and she can go into my journal and let you all know what's happening. Is that ok Ang?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yesterday was real depressing for me and for Rebecca. We packed up almost all her toys, books. She was sad and had tears, because she said she'll miss her things. Poor kid, I feel so sad for her. She didn't ask for all this crap to be happening to her. For Joe to be like this especially with Rebecca, it really pisses me off. Some God father she has. Yesterday she asked me, Doesn't Uncle Joe love me anymore? Well, I lost it and had to go into the bathroom so she didn't see my breakdown. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I need to check KMart and Walmart for those plastic storage containers with lids. There's alot of stuff I don't want in boxes where it can get wet. Sometimes the large ones are on sale for 3.88 each. I need about 15 of them and I won't need any boxes. Most of my things are still packed from when I moved here 5 years ago and had no room to unpack.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well, today I am going to Emma's for the day. I need to get out of this apartment for a while. I'm sorry I haven't been to anyones journal in the past couple days. I just haven't had the energy or ambition to doanything. I came on this morning to let you all know what is happening, so you wouldn't worry. Please know your all loved so much and I think about you all the time. Everynight before I go to sleep I ask God to bless my JLand family and keep you all safe, well and happy. I'd better go now. Take care.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;LOVE YOU ALL.............CINDY&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8363046579622440657?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8363046579622440657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/blahhhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8363046579622440657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8363046579622440657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/blahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='BLAHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1816482970030417316</id><published>2008-07-07T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has&lt;BR/&gt;been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his&lt;BR/&gt;birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:&lt;BR/&gt;Knowing when to come in out of the rain&lt;BR/&gt;Why the early bird gets the worm&lt;BR/&gt;Life isn't always fair&lt;BR/&gt;Maybe it was my fault&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies:&lt;BR/&gt;Don't spend more than you can earn&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And reliable strategies:&lt;BR/&gt;Adults, not children, are in charge&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;His health began to deteriorate when parents attacked teachers for doing&lt;BR/&gt;the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt;children. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt;It declined even further when schools were required to get&lt;BR/&gt;parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a&lt;BR/&gt;student but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and&lt;BR/&gt;wanted to have an abortion.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became&lt;BR/&gt;contraband, churches became businesses and criminals received better&lt;BR/&gt;treatment than their victims.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Common Sense took a beating when it became punishable for you to defend&lt;BR/&gt;yourself from a burglar in your own home but the burglar could sue you for&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=6&gt;&lt;EM&gt;assault.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt;He began to lose ground rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;&lt;EM&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600 size=6&gt;&lt;EM&gt;regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year- old boy charged with&lt;BR/&gt;sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for&lt;BR/&gt;using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly&lt;BR/&gt;student, only worsened his condition.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to&lt;BR/&gt;realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her&lt;BR/&gt;lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his&lt;BR/&gt;wife, Discretion; his Daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To&lt;BR/&gt;blame, and I'm A Victim.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1816482970030417316?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1816482970030417316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/sharing.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1816482970030417316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1816482970030417316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-8021802482528989117</id><published>2008-07-06T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma and her babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=top&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=EC_MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face=Helvetica color=#761614 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #761614; FONT-FAMILY: Helvetica"&gt;This is truly amazing. Be sure to click on NEXT PAGE at the bottom of each page; there are 5 pages in all. A lady found a hummingbird nest and got pictures all the way from the egg to leaving the nest. Took 24 days from birth to flight. Because you'll probably never in your lifetime see this again, enjoy; and please share. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The photography is wonderful. Click on the following:&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Helvetica color=#003399 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Helvetica"&gt;&lt;A title=http://community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/ href="http://community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/" target=_blank rel=nofollow&gt;http:/ /community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-8021802482528989117?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/8021802482528989117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/momma-and-her-babies.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8021802482528989117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/8021802482528989117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/momma-and-her-babies.html' title='Momma and her babies'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-1359479875034689471</id><published>2008-07-06T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;embed id="embed_obj_1" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0669-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;embed id="embed_obj_2" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0673-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;embed id="embed_obj_3" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0674-1.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;Just thought I'd enclose some pics and a few video's. Our 4th was alot of fun. We had burgers, hotdogs, steak, potato salad, pasta salad, corn on cob, tossed salad, watermelon. Rebecca's kindergarten teacher and her boyfriend (Phyllis and Jim) were over for the BBQ. Rebecca was so happy to see Phyllis. By the time the day ended I was exhausted. Holiday cooking kicks my butt, lol. Yesterday we went to Emma's for leftover's and did 2 loads of our wash. Today I stayed home and caught up on alerts and emails and rested. Jim took Rebecca out for their daddy daughter day. They went to McDonalds for lunch, then to the park to ride her bike, then she got in the sprinkler fountain. Just as she is almost completely soaked the sky opened up and it poured. Jim grabbed her bike and they ran to the van, lol. Needless to say I had 2 very wet people walk in the door, lol. But they had fun and that is all that matters.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;Tomorrow starts Jim's first whole work week at his new job. It is such a relief having him back to work again. He said he was starting to worry. So was I. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;I want to thank Jeannette of Jeannettes Jottings for the lovely Celebration Doll she made for me. Thank you girlfriend, I love it. And tell Mike I said thank you for the hug he enclosed with it. That was so nice of you both to think of me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;Please click the link and check it out.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A title=http://www.celebrationchain.com/celebration/index.aspx?idNum=9676&amp;amp;tributeNum=0 href="http://www.celebrationchain.com/celebration/index.aspx?idNum=9676&amp;amp;tributeNum=0"&gt;Celebration Chain&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;I guess that is about all for now. I am soooooooooo tired, been up since&amp;nbsp; 4am. I hope you all have a great week.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc66cc size=4&gt;Love to all...........................&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPls2YNmmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/GNCAoGMbGYc/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIENbjKe-Fx3rj%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#33ccff&gt;THANK YOU Chrissy FOR THIS AWESOME TAG. Yep I am tired. Emma bought the pool at Walmart, 30 bucks.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-1359479875034689471?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/1359479875034689471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-thought-id-enclose-some-pics-and.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1359479875034689471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/1359479875034689471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-thought-id-enclose-some-pics-and.html' title=' '/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPls2YNmmI/AAAAAAAAAPA/GNCAoGMbGYc/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIENbjKe-Fx3rj%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2225963321729026364</id><published>2008-07-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPltBmdhKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DuIIi9Pf6v4/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEDWgB4xZFKjP%26size%3Dm"/&gt;Thank you Sugar for this lovely tag.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;Good Morning everyone. I hope all of you are doing well. I'm sitting here looking at this entry and for the life of me I can't figure out what to write. Can you believe that? Me speechless, lol? Ok let me see if I can write something. Well, Jim was downstairs with Joe the other day. I was at Emma's. Out of the blue Jim says Joe started again, saying I was excess baggage, I was fat and lazy and holding Jim back. I guess my talk with Jim worked, because he blew up at Joe. Alot of mean things were said and Joe told Jim to get out of his house and to move. Which we are already planning on doing come Aug 1st. I still caan't figure out why Joe hates me so much. I have never said or done anything wrong to him. I have always been there for him as a friend and care giver to his Mom. I've run errands for him like grocery store, bank, post office. I've cooked for his dinner parties, I've had him over for dinner numerous times, and he even went to a few of my doctor appointments and chemo treatments with me. I thought he was my friend, a member of my family. But I guess he felt otherwise. It all has me very depressed. Jim says things will be better once we are moved. I sure hope so.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;My son in law Dan may have to have more back surgery. His doctor seems to think one of the screws in Dan's back shifted and is causing him so much more pain. Dan will be having a Cat Scan soon to find out. I will let you know the results. Please pray no more surgery is needed. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;On a happier note............Jim is back in the work force. A place he applied at the same week he was laid off called him in. He is so happy. This is a huge company, with excellent benefits and a great dental plan. I will finally be able to get the rest of these teeth pulled and dentures. I can go back to my cancer doctor and make sure I am still in remission. And I can go to my family doctor to see if I can get that bypass surgery to lose this weight. I want to lose at least 175 pounds. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;My mood the past couple months has been really bad. Emma told me Jim told her that he don't know what to do for me because I don't open up and talk to him. I have never been one to talk about myself to my family. I feel so much more comfortable just writing here to all of you. So last night I had a thought. I can't talk openly in person but I can write. So I sat down, got up the courage and wrote Jim a 5 page letter, explaining all that is going on, and what I am feeling. I hope now I can get up the courage to give him this letter. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;Well, that's about all there is to write about. There's probably more, but I can't think right now. Going up to 90 today, BLAHHHHHHH. And rain tomorrow, double BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000099 size=4&gt;Love you all.................................CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&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/6232106558623002397-2225963321729026364?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2225963321729026364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-friendships.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2225963321729026364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2225963321729026364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-friendships.html' title='Lost Friendships'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fd6rds3xZ-Y/SQPltBmdhKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DuIIi9Pf6v4/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3Db920Kg7uhaX6D4zBszo81jOIEDWgB4xZFKjP%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-2308303994952706569</id><published>2008-06-29T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/47041hsuzefa7kt-1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Today my hubby Jim celebrates his 53rd birthday. Nothing special was planned, because someone beat me to the punch without asking what my plans were for today. Joe bought a ticket for Jim along with 3 other tickets for himself and 2 of his nephews for a chartered fishing trip. They left 3:30am this morning and will be gone until later this evening. Jim will be too tired to want to do anything when he gets home. Oh well,&amp;nbsp; I hope he at least catches a fish. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yesterday Joe comes upstairs to my apartment. He's talking away with Rebecca and Jim. Answering all their questions, and telling them about his day. I ask him one question, Is your Mom ok? He put up his hand to me and very ignorantly says, I don't feel like talking about it. That really upset me. He can talk away with Jim and Rebecca, but me.......he just blows me off, like he has nothing to say to me. He didn't even say hi to me when he came upstairs. He said hi to Jim and Rebecca though. I had to go in the bathroom for a few minutes and I cried.&amp;nbsp; For the life of me I cannot figure out what I could of said or did wrong for him to be treating me this way. All I've ever done was help with his Mom, help cook and set up for parties for him, take his Mom out shopping and to a diner when he wasn't up to it. I don't know, this all has me really depressed. I cannot take the bullcrap anymore. August 1st we are moving. We're moving in with Emma and Dan until we find another place, or until we all buy our houses. We will be cramped for a while, but Emma and Dan have told me...anything they can do to help me they will do. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Last night I had the most crazy dream. I dreamed I was living in the early 1900's. I was wearing an olive green dress with a real pretty flowered hat to match. I was standing at the top of a staircase looking down at all my surroundings, then it dawned on me where I was. I was aboard the&amp;nbsp; TITANIC.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/101136_SP.jpg"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why on earth am I dreaming about being on the Titanic? I know I have always been curious about the ship and love learning all the history that evolves around it, but dreaming I was on the ship is another thing. But you know what? I enjoyed dreaming about it. It was like I was there, enjoying the sights, walking the decks, enjoying all the people dressed in such beautiful clothing. The weird thing was, no one saw me. It was like I was invisable. I could go anywhere on the ship and no one could see me. Deeper into my dream, it happens. The ship starts rocking. People who work on the R.M.S TITANIC start running around, giving orders. I hear someone tell another the ship is taking on water, alot of water, the unsinkable TITANIC is sinking.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/titanicnews.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I'm again standing at the top of that beautiful staircase. I am watching people running back and forth, most wearing white life jackets. And then it happens, the floor at the bottom of the staircase is becoming covered with water. The ship really was sinking. As the water was rising higher and higher, screams were becoming louder and louder. People yelling, HELP ME!!!!! At last the water had reached my feet. Cold icey water then sent chills up my spine. And that is when I finally realized something very important.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/titanichistory.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This girl needed to go potty, LOL. And off to the bathroom I went.....almost running, lol. Word of advice......never drink 24 ounces of fluids before bedtime, lol. Man did I have to go too. I'm glad I woke up, Jim wouldn't of liked the other outcome, lol.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So whats on my agenda? I'm taking a basket of laundry to Emma's and hanging out there for a while. The kids can go out in the pool, and I can play with Adrianna and chat with Emma and Dan. I always feel so welcomed and loved in their home. I think it's why I spend so much time over there.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So you all enjoy your sunday, and please if it's hot and humid and your out and about, please drink lots of water.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Love you all............&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/CindySmiliesRoxy.gif"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Roxy" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Roxy&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljurlAdd" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljurlAdd&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljurlAdd_5" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljurlAdd_5&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/6232106558623002397-2308303994952706569?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/2308303994952706569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2308303994952706569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/2308303994952706569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6568148241122772080</id><published>2008-06-28T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Jland Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#cc33cc size=4&gt;This is so beautiful. Please click on the link below and watch this video. I dedicate this to all of you here in Jland whom I know and love dearly.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#cc33cc size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;A title=http://www.cyberthing.net/video-play.php?id=105 style="COLOR: blue; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.cyberthing.net/video-play.php?id=105" target=_blank rel=nofollow&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4&gt;http://www.cyberthing.net/video-play.php?id=105&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#3366ff size=5&gt;Love ya.....................CINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-6568148241122772080?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6568148241122772080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-jland-family.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6568148241122772080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6568148241122772080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-jland-family.html' title='To My Jland Family'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-3649207119910599461</id><published>2008-06-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of Isn't this the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#000080 size=7&gt;HOW TO STAY YOUNG&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;BR/&gt;1. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Throw out nonessential numbers. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay 'them.' &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;2. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Keep only cheerful friends. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;The grouches pull you down.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;3. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Keep learning.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Learn more about th e com puter, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop' &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=red size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;And the&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; devil's &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;name is &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Alzheimer's. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;4. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Enjoy the simple things.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;5.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Laugh &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;6. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;The tears happen.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;7. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Surround you rself with what you love&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; , whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Your home is your refuge&lt;U&gt;.&lt;/U&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;8. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Cherish your health: &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;9. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Don't take guilt trips.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;10.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Tell the people you love that you love them&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=green size=6&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: green; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;, at every opportunity. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=black size=7&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 36pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=7&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 36pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; :&lt;BR/&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=7&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 36pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;but&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=black size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon size=7&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 36pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-3649207119910599461?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/3649207119910599461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-2-of-isn-this-truth.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3649207119910599461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/3649207119910599461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-2-of-isn-this-truth.html' title='Part 2 of Isn&amp;#39;t this the truth'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5008559062465167689</id><published>2008-06-28T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this the truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=6&gt;IF YOU DON'T READ THIS TO THE VERY END, YOU HAVE LOST A DAY IN YOUR LIFE. AND WHEN YOU HAVE FINISHED, DO AS I AM DOING AND SEND IT ON. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;George Carlin's Views on Aging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT color=maroon&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: maroon; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;'How old are you?' &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;'&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;I'm four &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and a half!' &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;'How old are you?' 'I'm &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;gonna be &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . You &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;become&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt; 21. Even the words sound like a cere mony . &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YOU BECOME 21 YESSSS!!! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But then y ou&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; turn &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed? &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; BECOME &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;21, you &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TURN &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;30, then you're &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PUSHING&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt; 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;REACH&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt; 50 and your dreams are gone.&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But wait!!! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;You &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MAKE it &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;to 60. You didn't think you would! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So you &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BECOME&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt; 21, &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TURN&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt; 30, &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PUSH&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt; 40, &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;REACH &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;50 and &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MAKE it &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;to 60.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You've built up so much speed that you &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HIT&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt; 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;get into &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30 ; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; 'I &lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Was JUST &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;92.'&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!' &lt;BR/&gt;May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT color=navy size=7&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 36pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6232106558623002397-5008559062465167689?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5008559062465167689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/isn-this-truth.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5008559062465167689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5008559062465167689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/isn-this-truth.html' title='Isn&amp;#39;t this the truth?'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-6168106726430063379</id><published>2008-06-26T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;Today is a very special day for someone here in Jland. Our dear friend Sugar celebrates her birthday today. Sugar, Rebecca and I wish you the happiest day ever. And Rebecca has made a little something for you. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#993399 size=4&gt;Happy Birthday my dear friend.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;embed id="embed_obj_0" width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0663.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6666ff&gt;WE LOVE YOU.....................&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljembedAdd" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljembedAdd&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljembedAdd_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljembedAdd_1&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/6232106558623002397-6168106726430063379?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/6168106726430063379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-wishes.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6168106726430063379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/6168106726430063379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-417258136030445542</id><published>2008-06-26T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;GoodBye Room 18&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0644-1-2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0616-1.jpg"/&gt;&amp;nbsp;My lil buddy, Hector. He is such a sweet heart. I miss him.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0617-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ronald and me. He is so lovable. I got a hug everyday when I walked into the classroom.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0618.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Taiyanna and me. She is such a dollbaby. Always so cheerful and smiling. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0619-2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Alex and me. He is a total sweetheart. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0620-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;James along with his big sister and their mom. These 2 kids are so well behaved. Their mom is very much into their education. She attends every PTA meeting and conference. I like that when a parent is so involved. It shows they love and care about the children. These 2 are blessed to have a mom such as her. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0623-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This lil doll is Jennifer. She is such a good girl. When she finishes her work, she'll go around the class and help those having trouble. She told me she wants to be a teacher when she grows up. I believe she will too.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0621.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;This cutie pie is Cheyenne. She is so quiet and speaks so softly. She can also speak spanish, because her mom is spanish and teaches her the language. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;There you go. Those are the kids that showed up June 19th, which was the last day of school. I miss all the kids, and seeing Phyllis the teacher everyday. But Phyllis and her boyfriend Jim and my Jim and I have remained friends. They are coming to Emma's for the 4th of July.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;A few of you have asked about Marissa. She is doing ok. Emma follows doctors orders to the T. No running, jumping and watch her calorie intake. If she complains of headaches, dizziness or chest pains take her to C.H.O.P. She can walk, ride a bike, swim. Doctors want to give her some more time before they do a batter more of tests and possible surgery. Their hoping no surgery will be needed. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Mommom I is in real need of prayers. She is not doing well at all. She is in a nursing home. She fell getting out of her bed there and a nurse found her laying on the floor passed out in a pool of blood. She cracked her head open. She doesn't eat but maybe a bite or 2. She is down to 66 pounds. Her liver and kidneys are about done. I am sad to say she doesn't have much longer. If you would, can you please say a prayer for her?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I guess that's about it for now. Dinner will be here any minute. I hope everyone is having a great week.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Love to all...........................&amp;nbsp; &lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/Copy4ofCopyofCopyofsskbreastcaangel.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljurlAdd" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljurlAdd&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljurlAdd_9" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljurlAdd_9&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/6232106558623002397-417258136030445542?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/417258136030445542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/417258136030445542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/417258136030445542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6232106558623002397.post-5229810608885268488</id><published>2008-06-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:03:33.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrianna</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;My baby granddaughter spent the night with us the other night. She is teething, therefore she kept her Mommom up over half the night. She is growing so fast. She has 2 teeth now and wants to chew on everything. Her favorite now is cheese curls. She loves them.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0659-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0658-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0657-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;See her bottom 2 teeth?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0656-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0655-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0651.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i74/emabecmar/DSCI0653-1.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljurlAdd" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljurlAdd&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljurlAdd_7" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljurlAdd_7&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/6232106558623002397-5229810608885268488?l=cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/feeds/5229810608885268488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/adrianna.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5229810608885268488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6232106558623002397/posts/default/5229810608885268488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindyslife2-cindy.blogspot.com/2008/06/adrianna.html' title='Adrianna'/><author><name>CINDY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08182864316469748752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03I4DLNO7ak/TwaF-8iORnI/AAAAAAAABtw/Oo4S1sv4mvo/s220/DSCI0095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
