tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-330179082024-03-07T01:47:21.898-08:00Auntie Pudentaine Knits!Niecey to Auntie..."Auntie, what's your name?"
Auntie to Niecey..."Pudentaine, ask me again and I'll tell you the same"
It stuck!!Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-44767673957364602962009-05-18T21:04:00.000-07:002009-05-18T21:21:55.110-07:00Blue on Blue<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Life seems to snowball in the strangest ways. I left off after leaving my son at school, cried the whole way home, and tonight I prepare for the long drive to go pick him up...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">How was I to know that this was going to be such a tough season? We all have heard "if you can't say something nice, than don't say it at all", and I suppose I have sort of been thinking that regarding blogging. Once again I have hit a dry patch, but this time it is more due to real life weighing heavy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">With the snow melting, and the sun shining, I have to believe that a season of loss is ending. I have to believe that.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">In January I lost a ministry that is very near and dear to my heart. In February I lost my 2nd born to college, which is "good" but still painful. In March my oldest moved out on his own, so two of my three are leaving the nest and I ache.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Two weeks after leaving my Toad at school, I received a call from the hospital. My dad was there in ICU. Within a few days we had a diagnosis, and he was released into Hospice care...given six months to live. I spent the next two and a half months caring for him, but in April...I lost my dad. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Now as I plan to go get my son from school, I also plan my dad's memorial. I don't think I have ever cried so much as I have these past few months. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I have been knitting though! What is funny to me is that in hindsight I notice a lot of blue. It was not a conscious decision. I see a thread to it all and will elaborate further...but for now, I just wanted to dip my toe back into this thing called blogging.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-89572414686182926472009-01-28T12:33:00.000-08:002009-01-28T19:29:10.547-08:00"Life As You Know It No Longer Exists...."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmXimOOB8Qh7aepIG9cN4UH1ZdcOym3ukp-SxxWUhk0SPaH5jZnOQJFYXs98UutNre5sCyhY1HD2SpIdJhFMbqwxnyK1hxuqUJkVOzLZtLjVHJeYcKjtEjBdttnntzPKG1sQLyA/s1600-h/school+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmXimOOB8Qh7aepIG9cN4UH1ZdcOym3ukp-SxxWUhk0SPaH5jZnOQJFYXs98UutNre5sCyhY1HD2SpIdJhFMbqwxnyK1hxuqUJkVOzLZtLjVHJeYcKjtEjBdttnntzPKG1sQLyA/s320/school+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296464977017279266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Words spoken to me by my mother in law when we found out I was pregnant...words I tell every pregnant woman I know, and words I </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">now </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">tell myself.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkS2Vn3ss0Bb7TD0Wz0DXj8QpobUxvIZxiG1gJqYOXEAdlpORL4Klkil-FdA664EWbuvpcU-oU5XmnplvZBrVjThR8ANwopWUECbF_N4oTvPm_JhjGgYHCGwx8NMqJ_mXgMKe-A/s1600-h/cubs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkS2Vn3ss0Bb7TD0Wz0DXj8QpobUxvIZxiG1gJqYOXEAdlpORL4Klkil-FdA664EWbuvpcU-oU5XmnplvZBrVjThR8ANwopWUECbF_N4oTvPm_JhjGgYHCGwx8NMqJ_mXgMKe-A/s320/cubs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296466952762965698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">There are so many things wrong with hitting the emotional roller coaster that comes to women in their 40's and then add to that their babies seem to grow up and go away at the same time. Who made up <span style="font-style: italic;">those</span> rules? I like to think I am not a wreck but then out of the blue I am crying...does it get better?<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6a8r7B3xLEjDg1hrBafFPKhXgam1p9cxEQtAbaGcxrew3B6uff87SFko0Go5zWTeSc0cFnLib0mJRjkUCqrFN5PXOtKh07UWSeK6tqRTErq04CeieW6_7cjQMqOZJTyKLRBhqw/s1600-h/wake+up.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6a8r7B3xLEjDg1hrBafFPKhXgam1p9cxEQtAbaGcxrew3B6uff87SFko0Go5zWTeSc0cFnLib0mJRjkUCqrFN5PXOtKh07UWSeK6tqRTErq04CeieW6_7cjQMqOZJTyKLRBhqw/s320/wake+up.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296466950787586418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">See, I have this kid that I really like. We got along from the beginning. Unlike his older brother (another kid I really like) he came into the world with a fast delivery. From the beginning he was just "easy". Not to mention cute as a bug...this tiny mouth that I could stare at all day, and his little nose I kissed constantly.</span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxJp_8mHtBfwWCd59cTmVTARUxxqheIHwwTjd5QvT4mwBXA4bgMFAF0FNaoUfJtsKsPWrfS5Mim7DwkER8XvZFdiX564sZIF1QGXsWoIUvMmTWIWKpl8NFidUM2ttJTYGUtbdjQ/s1600-h/Sam+and+mom.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxJp_8mHtBfwWCd59cTmVTARUxxqheIHwwTjd5QvT4mwBXA4bgMFAF0FNaoUfJtsKsPWrfS5Mim7DwkER8XvZFdiX564sZIF1QGXsWoIUvMmTWIWKpl8NFidUM2ttJTYGUtbdjQ/s320/Sam+and+mom.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296464968624754578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As he kept growing he continued to be more than I expected. Kind, loving, peace making, smart, missionary heart, and Jesus loving beyond any hopes a mom could ever pray. Sure his face became scratchy, and he smelled less like a boy and more like his dad, but that was fine. I still really liked him.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_0UsfKxgYq-azne_JqF6RnaUFSDPi64je12l30JSktBRJOdN4i2V8HC4jvSNI8NOHphwrNkpMw7lEKz3fG3G00l47LXGUhXfItSeolhaGzen2Gg4o_u9ReE93KXhdJZKDavV0g/s1600-h/Working+on+a+wall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_0UsfKxgYq-azne_JqF6RnaUFSDPi64je12l30JSktBRJOdN4i2V8HC4jvSNI8NOHphwrNkpMw7lEKz3fG3G00l47LXGUhXfItSeolhaGzen2Gg4o_u9ReE93KXhdJZKDavV0g/s320/Working+on+a+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296464972254859938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">We never confused parenting with friendship, but this kid and I really got along. We've done some amazing things together, share a kindred spirit in many ways, and in the right light and at the right angle he sort of looks like me. Or at least he has my freckles. We like the same music, he makes us all laugh daily, and he begs me to knit for him! What more could be asked?</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJLQF7OzSHTq78YlkQF_2sEOZjNfijdQ9YRMwBXo5BVbtFMz75Mdwa5iRFTBY6PUy6wG5HJkhAtsrQejTBwNUuMo90Ei1ucAhbY8f8hFu-6IPaoob9Xv1bPRgSmKanWrcnP_zQQ/s1600-h/Sam+freckles.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJLQF7OzSHTq78YlkQF_2sEOZjNfijdQ9YRMwBXo5BVbtFMz75Mdwa5iRFTBY6PUy6wG5HJkhAtsrQejTBwNUuMo90Ei1ucAhbY8f8hFu-6IPaoob9Xv1bPRgSmKanWrcnP_zQQ/s320/Sam+freckles.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296466951197297810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">But now? Now I'm not so sure. See, he has gone and done the one thing that breaks my heart in the most bittersweet way a mom's heart can be broken. He grew up. I don't know if I can ever forgive him for this one, mainly because he had to go and do that quickly too.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3G0x6XLFdVDodmrwUmbsbH5fftgPyICgtxb5M5_E2uu_P8zf0jCaWUEPn2tUwMaOpsgaSpO6dVvZN5Gg-jx7vtTYDm37yXeiPH10MvVArICmTzBaBI4P4MLf4imf2Wc2M2yLgEQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+%283%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3G0x6XLFdVDodmrwUmbsbH5fftgPyICgtxb5M5_E2uu_P8zf0jCaWUEPn2tUwMaOpsgaSpO6dVvZN5Gg-jx7vtTYDm37yXeiPH10MvVArICmTzBaBI4P4MLf4imf2Wc2M2yLgEQ/s320/Christmas+2008+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296464978314521154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As a homeschooling mom I can count the days we have been apart. Now I am counting them down until we drive him off to college and leave him there. Counting down until I can bring him home for Easter Break. Counting them down until he can come home again....but I know he will just leave for school or some other adventure again and it is the beginning of the end of life as I have known it no longer existing.<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">This is a poem my aunt embroidered for me. She gave it to me at my baby shower beautifully framed. I loved it then, and lived it with my kids...the upside to all this aching that I am feeling right now is the fact that it comes from living it well.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" >Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow...</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > For babies grow up, </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > we've learned to </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > our sorrow...</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > So quiet down cobwebs... </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > dust go to sleep...</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" > I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!!</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am open to encouragement....not to be such a whiny baby, because I really am fine, but then there are those moments I find myself tearing up for no reason....ugh! Also to be fair, it is not like he is going off to some worrisome place. He is going on a full scholarship to bible college. I guess I can forgive him.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRp8KkLW51_OOsKg-Y_tS2vEoAnQnuy_ulRXVddJMxrbGYT6m8xGWJzWnPat1X78rZ5CBYqC2r3_YR8bP2M7woX6h4DrcX81VaaHkxUsEW_u-ORuSvGCCYRiZKG4HXH8qegODrA/s1600-h/Me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRp8KkLW51_OOsKg-Y_tS2vEoAnQnuy_ulRXVddJMxrbGYT6m8xGWJzWnPat1X78rZ5CBYqC2r3_YR8bP2M7woX6h4DrcX81VaaHkxUsEW_u-ORuSvGCCYRiZKG4HXH8qegODrA/s320/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296464966319668322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span></div>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-14762886131394041952009-01-21T12:01:00.000-08:002009-01-22T13:39:09.862-08:00100 Days of Prayer<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SXeMZxHBVHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/LWyKRo-TSxE/s1600-h/inauguration+2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293854261304710258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 227px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SXeMZxHBVHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/LWyKRo-TSxE/s320/inauguration+2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >Well, I'm back to blogging...who knows for how long, but at least for one more post. I don't know why something I can think about so much, and want to do so badly still seems like the thing I never get done in my day. Oh well...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"></span></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >So we have a new President! I have really enjoyed seeing people be so happy for a change. There seems to be an optimism that is refreshing, and for many people it represents more than a change in who sits in the Oval Office. I don't think of myself as looking at race as an issue, perhaps being naive, so it was a bit of an eye opener to watch the faces of all colors...seeing their tears as a man is sworn into office, a man who looks more like they do. I was sincerely happy for their moment and what it meant, obviously going very deep in ways I can't imagine. I am looking forward to people talking kindly about the President, respectfully even. I hope the honeymoon lasts.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"></span></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >I did not vote for him, but it does not change my respect and support. The thing that makes me sad is that many people still seem to want to make jabs at the previous President. The thing that both men have in common is that they are just that...men. I don't mean that in a gender way, I mean it in a humankind sort of way. We are fallible. If we are honest with ourselves we can admit that we all blow it. Even the things we desire to do well, we don't always do well.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" ></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" ></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I am hoping that our new President, my new President, exceeds all expectations. When he shows his fallibility, and he will, I will not be one of the people being nasty with my words. There is a difference in having a differing opinion policy wise, and just saying critical things in a mean spirit. I hope we can know the difference.</span> </span></div><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293854266226956306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 273px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SXeMaDck2BI/AAAAAAAAAxI/2HX3BvFCf-s/s320/so+help+me+God.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >I have commited to participate with the Presidential Prayer Team's first 100 Days of Prayer. Not that praying beyond 100 days can't happen, but we have all heard the importance of the first 100 in any administration. Feel free to ask me about it, Google it, or just ignore it...but it is my own way of personally supporting President Obama.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >As for the frivilous, I loved Michelle Obama's yellow dress! Was it lemongrass? She looked beautiful....and those girls!! I giggled when I saw Sasha and Malia and their outfits as well. So colorful and fun, just like they seem to be. My absolute favorite moment was Sasha giving her dad the thumbs up after his speech. Absolutely precious and loving and a great way to kick off this new term.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;" ></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293854275226708034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 292px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCTgYOvRen7TenT78NeH-6oFfmUPpPfdDw-hVATogkWsmT9UTh7T4waZDr7r5y85OMBmT_g9Fk_S9Fq2HM7WiiPQw6aXbnxCLMpWWfsBwHOMFtdKofZhqRI_MkEK1qeI-yLNldw/s320/thumbs+up.jpg" border="0" /></div>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-4677936199659585072008-10-16T17:33:00.000-07:002008-10-16T18:24:46.452-07:00Fall baking...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQnO76ap9h2JSaDgKRdGP-rsEdlZOUh7w_G0Ofi9Yshy_MGskzNLXapOZ0aco9EYP1BG5mIQiz32003iJtquyS9VBGG5D4nYSHOODOWzo1bEJebq-mgem8IkCvhn2R-f86x7uh4Q/s1600-h/Budge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQnO76ap9h2JSaDgKRdGP-rsEdlZOUh7w_G0Ofi9Yshy_MGskzNLXapOZ0aco9EYP1BG5mIQiz32003iJtquyS9VBGG5D4nYSHOODOWzo1bEJebq-mgem8IkCvhn2R-f86x7uh4Q/s320/Budge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257924977265223218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">I am so ready to bake! I have been craving all things warm and wintery which tells me more than the leaves changing colors ever will. It is time to hunker down and get ready for the long cold winter. The news people interviewed a local ski area rep and based on their record keeping of snowfall by October we are in for an above average year. The Almanac calls for a colder than normal winter so if you put it together....I better stock up on oatmeal and canned goods</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">. Oh, and baking supplies.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I called my niece today. She was baking</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">! Budge is 10 and quite proud of her role as the "family baker". I have one of those too and got </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">to tell her all about how her cousin Toad will make me cookies at the drop of a hint. I got to tell her how it makes a moms heart glad to smell the yummy goodness that fills the house. Mmmm.....<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b0ibz3YwzFEJ1ogKEp5Nf32ta2ucE3IjBwr08fQmBFEIAik5pmk9yRV_LPAp8-chL9cK6p8olEiSmh0NUg3xsPHiW3OY5XwKxMjPYsTbUlKDnzWWoY44EBIsSA2NneUEeeJF6Q/s1600-h/Budge+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b0ibz3YwzFEJ1ogKEp5Nf32ta2ucE3IjBwr08fQmBFEIAik5pmk9yRV_LPAp8-chL9cK6p8olEiSmh0NUg3xsPHiW3OY5XwKxMjPYsTbUlKDnzWWoY44EBIsSA2NneUEeeJF6Q/s320/Budge+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257924979322881442" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Budge was asking me how to make the frosting.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> She needed to frost these cupcakes and while she knew her mom would smell th</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">em, she still wanted it to be a surprise. Could I stay on the phone with her and walk her t</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">hrough making it. Heck yeah I could! I started explaining how making frosting was going to be fun because she was in for a shock when she saw how little liquid would go into the powdered sugar, and that it actually makes frosting.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRZ54SxkzSytO34xTTZjf6ClS0WgEeeUUdbs9uIA-5FgFj0Ze2BDVq6-mFvtGWamgYmOOrC_A6uXYT2K1ZY7P_HOEUWj4H7Y30O1AVoXr_U6jzWnXFuWtUwxnS4xmxktMJfTKMg/s1600-h/Bo+and+Non.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRZ54SxkzSytO34xTTZjf6ClS0WgEeeUUdbs9uIA-5FgFj0Ze2BDVq6-mFvtGWamgYmOOrC_A6uXYT2K1ZY7P_HOEUWj4H7Y30O1AVoXr_U6jzWnXFuWtUwxnS4xmxktMJfTKMg/s320/Bo+and+Non.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257924977709932946" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Then she said something that blew me away...especially for 10 years old. She said "Auntie, that is what I just love about baking. It is almost like a miracle! So many times you put things together and just think 'how the heck did that happen?' like it's a miracle or sumpin!"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">And then I get really sad that we don't live closer. This is my same niece who will call me (starting at 8 years old!!) and tell me she has her knitting in her hands and can I tell her exactly how to bind off. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">The trade off is that I can call her and tell her that I need to hear a little "Aran Boat Song" or "Red Haired Boy"....and she will do her best on her fiddle. A girl of many talents that one.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9ZHxI0D4rvnX9uJxCrSc2Fb7ej-L-9mfj7LsZWSca8zHevsGmeJKPOv3S2grs5-dSrwQhqP9FIJRCpyrYfdXtAN4wQx4nk57KMIuzwsszUmRi97RVW9z9oLunNJ5htPQ7YLB9g/s1600-h/Budgie+and+Alex.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9ZHxI0D4rvnX9uJxCrSc2Fb7ej-L-9mfj7LsZWSca8zHevsGmeJKPOv3S2grs5-dSrwQhqP9FIJRCpyrYfdXtAN4wQx4nk57KMIuzwsszUmRi97RVW9z9oLunNJ5htPQ7YLB9g/s320/Budgie+and+Alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257924983793448898" border="0" /></a>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-80399293090099000472008-10-09T14:05:00.000-07:002008-10-12T09:30:10.404-07:00Oregon Trail...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrD-2Lmu0OKjjCFRCPiYab6JqusPgOHbLxluHZ8cpFSZxz8gQdOPt7N9BMcCvi7WjO9X2yeqQx9nhyyz_5cLQf-sUSnfIjL-cfQw26v1-5BUr5HzraoH7ni7GYwdu2R321yu2P5Q/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrD-2Lmu0OKjjCFRCPiYab6JqusPgOHbLxluHZ8cpFSZxz8gQdOPt7N9BMcCvi7WjO9X2yeqQx9nhyyz_5cLQf-sUSnfIjL-cfQw26v1-5BUr5HzraoH7ni7GYwdu2R321yu2P5Q/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255952258542898578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">I am clearly behind the curve on this but I have to share about our trip. Besides having 6 plus hours of drive time to knit, take in gorgeous scenery, and chat with my Honey Bunny...I had these lovely girls to greet me!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREKI4P6IIsLBfwU47_zlD2nN_9LFqvhQBwsX0xdiwFhHX5-IZwRnJsgFOM9XScPg5mQHFu3KDJKRiQYRyTlAyXWob2ERvTUkXEMp6i9Zs6ONIldTcqGe6VzANXj9sgmNbnQ1tww/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREKI4P6IIsLBfwU47_zlD2nN_9LFqvhQBwsX0xdiwFhHX5-IZwRnJsgFOM9XScPg5mQHFu3KDJKRiQYRyTlAyXWob2ERvTUkXEMp6i9Zs6ONIldTcqGe6VzANXj9sgmNbnQ1tww/s320/DSC_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255946091807245682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFhZRemDMmDFcbu4nJW3rsg4ODHZ3REN-ZuKnVmwdz-LqDZyFVcvz5dPlri-F1xKBAH7gMPsXf6p_-eRyQajEU4QoALkArt_zC80bZ-RPYJ6DZy2n9bEhqzIFwEqCRfMp6uk6rA/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFhZRemDMmDFcbu4nJW3rsg4ODHZ3REN-ZuKnVmwdz-LqDZyFVcvz5dPlri-F1xKBAH7gMPsXf6p_-eRyQajEU4QoALkArt_zC80bZ-RPYJ6DZy2n9bEhqzIFwEqCRfMp6uk6rA/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255946085770724898" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Is there anything quite like having beautiful nieces come running out to the end of the driveway, jumping up and down? Budge was lite</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">rally waiting for us, watching down their long street, just to get that first glimpse of our ca</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">r turning the corner. Oh, but it sure feeds the ego, I mean the heart!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />W</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">e went up to celebrate w</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">ith my brother and his wife. It was their 10th wedding anniversa</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">ry, and they came up with a plan as unique as they are....Treehouses! We stayed in a <a href="http://www.treehouses.com/treehouse/treesort/prclst.html">Treesort</a>, and had a treemendous time! Hehe...they do that to you there. They put a pun on anything possible and it is contagious.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here wa</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">s our original tree house....Serendipitree. We ended up trading with another family member who was solo for </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">the w</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">eekend. They told us it would sleep 3, but I don't know how as the bed was a twin! I suppose if you wanted to sleep fetal on the floor, or like an owl on a branch outside...but we actually wanted some sort of bed.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> Kerri graciously traded us for her house that slept 5 and all was well.</span> </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsc03E2uQZjnAFRqdX5uKqAANR6MdQ0bnLuUe83TbxV66XblkbRgD_probu-fzyAiktD4RlDBlrryo13aZi1GeOSFGPUPlog1z1SP6fOkfqGys_oeM7Im1rCb8E4ROgxZwfggXw/s1600-h/treehouses+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsc03E2uQZjnAFRqdX5uKqAANR6MdQ0bnLuUe83TbxV66XblkbRgD_probu-fzyAiktD4RlDBlrryo13aZi1GeOSFGPUPlog1z1SP6fOkfqGys_oeM7Im1rCb8E4ROgxZwfggXw/s320/treehouses+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255321006248426882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >Here is the house we ended up in. It was called Treeloon and is meant to look like a Saloon with the swinging doors. Not only was it bigger but it actually had a sink in it! I did have to make runs to t</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" >he bathroom in the dark (scary) but I could at least wash my feet before climbing into bed, brush teeth and take out contacts. I'm a simple girl, the sink was</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" > perfect!</span> </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJggxlTTts4c-2FxkhhOyU9a3T6W1qf8_n6L4kCKidf5ZyNMBI-h3P_D6oJFtIMCIzzLzg2z4M4wLvSMS6ybLIAx_8CzW_nNo5cHkSc6qYbjP3vA2coWYz6s-j4B4VPT32nTSPQ/s1600-h/treehouses+033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJggxlTTts4c-2FxkhhOyU9a3T6W1qf8_n6L4kCKidf5ZyNMBI-h3P_D6oJFtIMCIzzLzg2z4M4wLvSMS6ybLIAx_8CzW_nNo5cHkSc6qYbjP3vA2coWYz6s-j4B4VPT32nTSPQ/s320/treehouses+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255322189253403474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Here is our view from the deck...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFmR36OXjFIvr1S69FxMuf0mUc5MNF3S-oCW07Lea27tl7gka2zYf09TcoQmFhCOgVLCmaJRPv5nEPuUhPMUnkbQPXrfcEFPJGCP-MvfrZ1fBwkmSZjW5SKUZF3cfTr24wBOZCw/s1600-h/treehouses+042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFmR36OXjFIvr1S69FxMuf0mUc5MNF3S-oCW07Lea27tl7gka2zYf09TcoQmFhCOgVLCmaJRPv5nEPuUhPMUnkbQPXrfcEFPJGCP-MvfrZ1fBwkmSZjW5SKUZF3cfTr24wBOZCw/s320/treehouses+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255323911253493602" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br />Inside the Treeloon, not where we slept but a bunk that would acomodate 2-3 kids....I was tempted to take a picture of the "special bucket" that was in a cupboard should you not want to walk to the bathroom in the scary night. Since I was mortified even knowing it was there (Honey Bunny told me) it was all I could do to stand its presence</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >. I could not bring myself t</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >o even touch the handle of the door. Is this just me who finds this sort of gro</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >ss?</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > I do have to wonder if anyone uses it, blech!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNeMZnm1EgGy4axXdsJ6GWrsCpj-mSEPJ70DCJwIP7i4bDAv8tc1-XhR5Zl2vaHDmq35oKGcWWodlUbXZZialaxPyvAVqy9cyxC2zEzzPqz_o6ZOMR9GslbyfPQbiSSP7leBCMMQ/s1600-h/treehouses+035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNeMZnm1EgGy4axXdsJ6GWrsCpj-mSEPJ70DCJwIP7i4bDAv8tc1-XhR5Zl2vaHDmq35oKGcWWodlUbXZZialaxPyvAVqy9cyxC2zEzzPqz_o6ZOMR9GslbyfPQbiSSP7leBCMMQ/s320/treehouses+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255327773134493186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >My sister on the other hand is a bit higher maintenance. So guess what she got? Thank goodness she didn't get the little cupboard with the night time amenity!! Across the wooden bridge from me was a militaryish tent that had a bed in it...Cavaltree. I asked her to model her house and open the flap door. She said a snarky "Model this!" ....then</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > I</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" > had to run to the bathroom so I didn't wet my pants. That is how it goes with us.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrH5jQK7OeHdEkq8y5YToAPl8bbSO_rark61NQ6WoV2cq0E10XCOF4-KRWk7D69ZSlS155I7dw8Hf4RlRPCtX1fkWw_pLrBdeMSAEvaLMU0SR75GMrmH5fgcJOjjAXaYA13EsAw/s1600-h/treehouses+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrH5jQK7OeHdEkq8y5YToAPl8bbSO_rark61NQ6WoV2cq0E10XCOF4-KRWk7D69ZSlS155I7dw8Hf4RlRPCtX1fkWw_pLrBdeMSAEvaLMU0SR75GMrmH5fgcJOjjAXaYA13EsAw/s320/treehouses+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255325945995735394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNcVe4BDR-z4dlrg9zli5QJc1qWNnuxqi8LMVlBoUl6K4b0eg1uYbXruvQEwPEeu7UZBThkrcxn5lVkykqiDddf8vgCZY8eATtM8oqBbwRweAOy-dCHz929pntStgNpGI5YxpGA/s1600-h/treehouses+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNcVe4BDR-z4dlrg9zli5QJc1qWNnuxqi8LMVlBoUl6K4b0eg1uYbXruvQEwPEeu7UZBThkrcxn5lVkykqiDddf8vgCZY8eATtM8oqBbwRweAOy-dCHz929pntStgNpGI5YxpGA/s320/treehouses+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255325950410278082" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-family:arial;">Above that, on the back of the tree, there were a couple of wooden ladders that lead up to the top tree fort. My daughter and nieces all slept up there and we just hoped no one had to go to the bathroom in the night. The ladder area was dark and sketchy and we didn't need any falls.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZteHJ77TCvbRfLd5hsayE3Wp87bpJEly_aW2dg9SqaI88lU-6OEdBv2ORFn3nnE-SX-Cu6-Dc909J2QG-UDAoCPaypUMhpSQd28wdQdtD48aqQy9aPOhrmhNzqGQRHGSeynlsCQ/s1600-h/treehouses+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZteHJ77TCvbRfLd5hsayE3Wp87bpJEly_aW2dg9SqaI88lU-6OEdBv2ORFn3nnE-SX-Cu6-Dc909J2QG-UDAoCPaypUMhpSQd28wdQdtD48aqQy9aPOhrmhNzqGQRHGSeynlsCQ/s320/treehouses+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255329403792659042" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-family:arial;">The kids loved it. I tell you, if you have little ones this is a place to take them. This is the sort of thing that smaller children would never forget. I know my nephews and nieces will be talking about this for years to come. I would only do it again if it was a family thing like this, or I was taking small children. It is a bit on the pricey side, and I can say that I did it, no need to do it again but I would for an event. It really was a fun novelty adventure.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />There was swimming....</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizV6EPlL48vkgl-3Zbz1xBE0iSPBsUgQXwcC8X0SHKraUzN4whXX6Mwy0WaYXrA6bH5BgWe5UVydZRfzhzlzdV1bDuWYM3suu3RJmvBNpsMQv-GBmRlMxfwd9456_kSZCGbEEOcA/s1600-h/treehouses+101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizV6EPlL48vkgl-3Zbz1xBE0iSPBsUgQXwcC8X0SHKraUzN4whXX6Mwy0WaYXrA6bH5BgWe5UVydZRfzhzlzdV1bDuWYM3suu3RJmvBNpsMQv-GBmRlMxfwd9456_kSZCGbEEOcA/s320/treehouses+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255334924102096770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Sa4X2iRyiTCn5A9reVQ_zPLLm-s8YL2l6ybYBD4E3oKXYMMlgnDbJfag7348MgpY0oVrkslUWvrq5E1H_b9tL38-owPJtsOBbNvTe1gMNlrUbsE78Az8xReDbmJUw6afha_lpA/s1600-h/treehouses+109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Sa4X2iRyiTCn5A9reVQ_zPLLm-s8YL2l6ybYBD4E3oKXYMMlgnDbJfag7348MgpY0oVrkslUWvrq5E1H_b9tL38-owPJtsOBbNvTe1gMNlrUbsE78Az8xReDbmJUw6afha_lpA/s320/treehouses+109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255334928022243346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Berry picking....<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhannQW5GCCPdb3cM2JQK3yBXBHSQzrKiqdKSMiMP81XOU-DK8XZ-Putszwy6wfcbJdCzvHJWK26RdHKkZIhRcNdd9ZfcLfCh9nwlyJXoqgcbU5OtgfY7SHADO0wTVRLGHWVEudtQ/s1600-h/treehouses+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhannQW5GCCPdb3cM2JQK3yBXBHSQzrKiqdKSMiMP81XOU-DK8XZ-Putszwy6wfcbJdCzvHJWK26RdHKkZIhRcNdd9ZfcLfCh9nwlyJXoqgcbU5OtgfY7SHADO0wTVRLGHWVEudtQ/s320/treehouses+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255346655078224962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73xIcYk9hubN5eOWF_O3jLs6Sb_4AUoNoM0dQlXigHdPuSPmim0KxoaNJFDHthwghgoI0itCP-7fHxwnwjaMlT6czhr-Qql6T1a-Dmfpc5Nid8ZWyfa0JD6-d6aIRcXPfXfSxcA/s1600-h/treehouses+049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73xIcYk9hubN5eOWF_O3jLs6Sb_4AUoNoM0dQlXigHdPuSPmim0KxoaNJFDHthwghgoI0itCP-7fHxwnwjaMlT6czhr-Qql6T1a-Dmfpc5Nid8ZWyfa0JD6-d6aIRcXPfXfSxcA/s320/treehouses+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255334915577549570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Exploring the 'hood.....</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuMH984Oa0Z8fYEveXdz9KRGbtJjnyHYJBo1-xUeC9S4i1rSBRGJibUuC5LyLwPhdxS2jzciUTKINQ7tGZyuTbFmtQu-CWs8YREptLKISiuP7B2G8WB6UVL2tOWN625Hi5HMZtw/s1600-h/treehouses+023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmuMH984Oa0Z8fYEveXdz9KRGbtJjnyHYJBo1-xUeC9S4i1rSBRGJibUuC5LyLwPhdxS2jzciUTKINQ7tGZyuTbFmtQu-CWs8YREptLKISiuP7B2G8WB6UVL2tOWN625Hi5HMZtw/s320/treehouses+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255337667522947474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9p26Iovb_f1gl_pCMQv5265-vynJ4YHAimkq8EDFKN3GbwqaIL4D_BbnfLOsGetlOGizWBLD439d97eV6wvwLFwLn__CWVtbjik7Jd_8mkAbp0WpepR1yc8zpD591LX40yf5iw/s1600-h/treehouses+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9p26Iovb_f1gl_pCMQv5265-vynJ4YHAimkq8EDFKN3GbwqaIL4D_BbnfLOsGetlOGizWBLD439d97eV6wvwLFwLn__CWVtbjik7Jd_8mkAbp0WpepR1yc8zpD591LX40yf5iw/s320/treehouses+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255334934052439618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The best part? Family!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKZkPVRbflHxjiteabsSnZ3VfUXfkva9fHflLFl3ArPLQJAPRZN9N1FPo051cXAV20aMg9aPNAbdR10C4rZj7JNtw522XTUY2quOpuY42-GnQD0x7TYM8ukmOvT5JoGoKs60o_w/s1600-h/treehouses+111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKZkPVRbflHxjiteabsSnZ3VfUXfkva9fHflLFl3ArPLQJAPRZN9N1FPo051cXAV20aMg9aPNAbdR10C4rZj7JNtw522XTUY2quOpuY42-GnQD0x7TYM8ukmOvT5JoGoKs60o_w/s320/treehouses+111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255345449907544514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbNuhWBYIIZHtxNm5cKcEu5Ep5BxkDL_Hj4QEGvzclS-oR5ZyJGIPkzV1M0Jc43_r1LaGQ3ntnEOsSlkvdGPSe_rra0ft6iLiE3to5XfTA6TfOVvYlzObhcmuAwNYozM0I8le5A/s1600-h/treehouses+096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbNuhWBYIIZHtxNm5cKcEu5Ep5BxkDL_Hj4QEGvzclS-oR5ZyJGIPkzV1M0Jc43_r1LaGQ3ntnEOsSlkvdGPSe_rra0ft6iLiE3to5XfTA6TfOVvYlzObhcmuAwNYozM0I8le5A/s320/treehouses+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255340231293295346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyx43zraaSDvSuaK5H3dfWHlQfV6cBIawT00AnuFrpXKIUNVyX328I2uMz7xO3ZxkHGqt8bvgyQ72olw1BMw2ldJIpVrTuJVOTr1Fdf4hom_fUf_IoEWJH559mtUvIVGWghYnbOg/s1600-h/treehouses+092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyx43zraaSDvSuaK5H3dfWHlQfV6cBIawT00AnuFrpXKIUNVyX328I2uMz7xO3ZxkHGqt8bvgyQ72olw1BMw2ldJIpVrTuJVOTr1Fdf4hom_fUf_IoEWJH559mtUvIVGWghYnbOg/s320/treehouses+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255340219608746322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh, I nearly forgot! While we were there we met a couple from Family Fun Magazine. They were doing a story on the Treesort for an issue next summer. It is in the section called "Worth the Drive". They needed models for the photo portion and our family was who they chose. My brother and his wife were the parents, and while they have two boys only one was cooperative for pictures. So the "family" was my brother, SIL, nephew and niece! How cool is that? So I took pictures of them taking pictures...<br /></span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaD0KOccIbdQ8nLe_ctx680OAfWfOH__rVX9uo6R3QuXMgmT1v2sWYzfSXIWRZFUveQcXACOBUhCMVvlbomtQM-qR2pdB7xC4I3MZPkRbe6MWVxVVwY604JDuYD4oau8LKHATlQ/s1600-h/treehouses+120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaD0KOccIbdQ8nLe_ctx680OAfWfOH__rVX9uo6R3QuXMgmT1v2sWYzfSXIWRZFUveQcXACOBUhCMVvlbomtQM-qR2pdB7xC4I3MZPkRbe6MWVxVVwY604JDuYD4oau8LKHATlQ/s320/treehouses+120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255345451459756594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">My sister looking at the shots the photographer got...</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Bo_2P7QwyDjOr_JZjIAxeWro2vUJaYmt2G-N1K3uAhUrC7gj8Y5K45tKVDVjHVWKtxdsK-emjxCOGfBFYiVFhRcjbJnVvsrL-vC1I9I_5-rvdKve8XkWpK0NxhjXD_i1fWF68g/s1600-h/treehouses+121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Bo_2P7QwyDjOr_JZjIAxeWro2vUJaYmt2G-N1K3uAhUrC7gj8Y5K45tKVDVjHVWKtxdsK-emjxCOGfBFYiVFhRcjbJnVvsrL-vC1I9I_5-rvdKve8XkWpK0NxhjXD_i1fWF68g/s320/treehouses+121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255345447825540098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">We also got to squeeze in a soccer game during our trip. Is there anything cuter than 5 year old kids trying to make their legs work? I am endlessly amused by this! Poor kids can barely kick the darn thing, and then half way through the game they change the goal sides. Now they have to remember to kick the other direction. The other f</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">unny thing is the coaching styles...some coaches really try to instill the rules of the game and others are just about the kids having fun and learning good sportsmanship. I am in the camp of the latter, so I laugh at all the time outs, off sides calls and kicking out of bounds. The kids have no clue, at 5, but the coaches are ready to blow a gasket. So funny! Makes me run for the sani-hut!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Get 'em Bo!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1mDeGJXA0LEwwQYneC2GGEN1jSRzZAhkMGfrSIJGqsHO9Kl8wNIWQC1QpXtMC-QM-xFHfhONUDlAx3b6RKXKl5M_iVJ4b1Ye5RWHKIwUx9xV2_qruQfhLjDS3AbUWriPqYU4JA/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1mDeGJXA0LEwwQYneC2GGEN1jSRzZAhkMGfrSIJGqsHO9Kl8wNIWQC1QpXtMC-QM-xFHfhONUDlAx3b6RKXKl5M_iVJ4b1Ye5RWHKIwUx9xV2_qruQfhLjDS3AbUWriPqYU4JA/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255951212646421666" border="0" /></a>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-48115727715658358432008-09-18T14:42:00.000-07:002008-09-18T16:35:10.435-07:00Summer is Slipping away...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiawoRNr2c_ForBq0Eu8832JBhYv6Jc2Q3Wo-1Upi5nPASvcWD-nUG1SyNn4S7FFVgskuU5GqYt3pOD90cZvMO2FPx6qo2dPHj20MlAYrC6SxE3-ol8pvfgJgIbTcZBvexmYD0Og/s1600-h/Ill+river.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiawoRNr2c_ForBq0Eu8832JBhYv6Jc2Q3Wo-1Upi5nPASvcWD-nUG1SyNn4S7FFVgskuU5GqYt3pOD90cZvMO2FPx6qo2dPHj20MlAYrC6SxE3-ol8pvfgJgIbTcZBvexmYD0Og/s320/Ill+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247484257392211538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I don't know if I am getting older or not, but I sure seem to dread winter more and more. Don't get me wrong, there are many things I love still, but it just seems to last longer than I ever recall growing up. So much for global warming! My winters seem longer and colder than ever!<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">But not yet. We still have summer waning and are into a beautiful fall season. Driving home today I noticed that the aspen and birch leaves are beginning to turn and so are my lilac bushes....the same ones that only a few months ago I was watching them sprout out and flower.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Tomorrow we are off to Oregon for a family get together. My brother and his wife are celebrating 10 years of marriage and decided to plan an interesting camping experience. We will be staying in treehouses! I am so excited! Just the kind of quirky fun I love.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ecQktw9NLhdp8kSlcNUxy9ETs6hZK7h-iMSmINATuUCnHgWLb11UvgeJkgMb643EGbR8Crw2x47KqSSqYiqzovj77CRDNnJeBVmR64wQUqZQ0xJ4YevDqtmPXKVIaAzkF9mk3w/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ecQktw9NLhdp8kSlcNUxy9ETs6hZK7h-iMSmINATuUCnHgWLb11UvgeJkgMb643EGbR8Crw2x47KqSSqYiqzovj77CRDNnJeBVmR64wQUqZQ0xJ4YevDqtmPXKVIaAzkF9mk3w/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247486745238846258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After getting to Grants Pass, where my sister lives, we will stay a night and then head out to Cave Junction. From there we'll all be staying a <a href="http://www.treehouses.com/treehouse/treesort/prclst.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Out n' About.</span></a><br /><br />This is our tree house. It is called Serendipitree. All of the houses have funny little names and when you call in, you make a "treeservation". Each family will have their own tree house but there is a common area where we will be able to cook and eat together. I just hope my sister's tree is near my tree so I can huck pinecones, or acorns or whatever grows there at her. Better yet, we can both gang up and either annoy our brother, or our own children, or both. The two of us getting together is always fun....hehehe...in and evil sort of way.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygOhifKYogHzAAoCEX9-ldGhxzy2FFWPBDvMH9tOc3SdTVFvbSQauZWxjdYxmHzHhIeGFTnuYgo_oIk4kS259ijOTWy5uucACMXDLYQ7ZBODy_GUipneDz7O0W5Pa7nrqFFkTZw/s1600-h/Serendipitree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygOhifKYogHzAAoCEX9-ldGhxzy2FFWPBDvMH9tOc3SdTVFvbSQauZWxjdYxmHzHhIeGFTnuYgo_oIk4kS259ijOTWy5uucACMXDLYQ7ZBODy_GUipneDz7O0W5Pa7nrqFFkTZw/s320/Serendipitree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247481840939972450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Technically it is a treesort, or bed and breakfast type of place, so a nice full breakfast is served. This makes me happy! If one meal</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> a day is made for me I am thrilled and call that vacation baby!<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I don't know how much we will get to do in terms of activities. They have all sorts of things offered, but I am just not into tons of separate things that all cost so much. Something about feeling nickle and dimed just bugs me. Anyone else? We tend to like hiking and exploring so I'm thinking we will do more of that. There is the <a href="http://www.nps.gov/orca/">Oregon Caves National Monument</a>, and this sort of thing is right up our alley.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAo7InA8zWadUuuTDYZJT9dCH7mtRu2zIeunRgRb8ggQciYWrND-9ekwQ50hYtvfRO8ilvkcvzDcEl1D8gy1CgE7OblopqKs-FC8ASLaZhLSYtxJ8j4zdYCcNnxh0gyZJx8dj-A/s1600-h/cave.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAo7InA8zWadUuuTDYZJT9dCH7mtRu2zIeunRgRb8ggQciYWrND-9ekwQ50hYtvfRO8ilvkcvzDcEl1D8gy1CgE7OblopqKs-FC8ASLaZhLSYtxJ8j4zdYCcNnxh0gyZJx8dj-A/s320/cave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247486091957454546" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I will be sure to take my camera and take lots of pictures. When you put this many people in my family together it is bound to be a memorable trip in every way. Now that I have my fancy schmancey new laptop, I will hopefully be able to keep up the blog better, and I am even hoping to post from Oregon!<br /><br />One last thing, on the knitting front, I have finished a sweater, baby sweater, and some socks. I really should post about them but it just seems to elude me with all the business we have had. The most exciting thing is that I thought the collective "we" were done with babies, but my sister in law is pregnant...with a boy!! I am over the moon happy. So I have nearly finished an EZ Baby Surprise sweater, and hat and I am working on a blanket. There will definitely pictures of those things.<br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-41263072288252534232008-09-02T11:42:00.000-07:002008-09-02T11:45:07.526-07:00Quite Random<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Anyone want/need homeschooling supplies? I have finally graduated two of my three (and I'm going a different route with #3) and have tons of "stuff". I was thinking of yarn trade....maybe. I just don't know if I want to go the whole eBay route. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Let me know!</span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-22525957909774625832008-07-11T20:55:00.001-07:002008-07-11T21:14:45.304-07:00Off to Summer Camp!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgQ_BYDkrucerisFWo66eTpdls-OCx0mGBNQJHyE5aEDvEbdbBDVEwzY_8baNYRLgcj_cySiFC12D1aqe7RD1VFyhlXm5k_mgXy0jqUIXw63wvjST4PeK03dz-gklZDlg8qM9dg/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgQ_BYDkrucerisFWo66eTpdls-OCx0mGBNQJHyE5aEDvEbdbBDVEwzY_8baNYRLgcj_cySiFC12D1aqe7RD1VFyhlXm5k_mgXy0jqUIXw63wvjST4PeK03dz-gklZDlg8qM9dg/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221973169591239810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh, I dearly love camp. Never got to go as a kid so I have more than made up for it as an....ahem....adult. Besides being hot and smoky, it should be an amazing week! Zip lines, mountain biking, swimming, fishing, ridge runners, kayaking, giant swings, ropes course, blobbing, mud pits...it just never ends. I might even knit a bit during free time and try to get some fresh young recruits!<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vlQVFlmbx7Arhe4TVIoZpyTty7ixVuuEe3axv5Tm8eftS3nHqMpCW5W7pZ3bH0yTfFxzFL0cZhhr9j_a2Uv8AmB690ulLcO5GkQigLtLmIQF7oVQg1OwgGox2lxGYR_wkaJ6OA/s1600-h/Winter+Camp+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vlQVFlmbx7Arhe4TVIoZpyTty7ixVuuEe3axv5Tm8eftS3nHqMpCW5W7pZ3bH0yTfFxzFL0cZhhr9j_a2Uv8AmB690ulLcO5GkQigLtLmIQF7oVQg1OwgGox2lxGYR_wkaJ6OA/s320/Winter+Camp+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972610598638434" border="0" /></a>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-66620733875438119142008-07-10T16:51:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:29:45.979-07:00Jimmy Beans Wool Coolness<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Jimmy came up with this great idea to do video reviews online. These began with product reviews, honestly done, pointing out things we like (and don't like) about products. Added to them are some cool tutorial videos like a provisional cast on and that sort of thing. I know if anyone has an idea for something they would like to see, just suggest it! They are always open to fresh ideas!!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WqTwifoh3g&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WqTwifoh3g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />See the rest of the reviews here: <a href="http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/secure-html/onlineec/advancedVideoSearch.asp"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">JBW Video Reviews</span></a><br /><br />There are a few more of mine, but I don't recommend them unless you like hearing "ummmm...." and "ahhhh..." way too much. What a dork! Look for Sandy, Jeanne or Laura and you will be much happier...heck any of the girls. They rock!!<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-5973417581833406072008-07-07T19:54:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:00.083-07:00My Son the Eagle Scout<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjYfmz13QVF41zwk-eVt3cCxY8H6LQI6Lp7lQp3fB8pv_BGEshtEgUHeHB5OKSo59FsrN02Tg3uiDSq0x2BRWHjYQDop_dH_mU-y0WRjWfxCdFJYMWCHW05UbkgG040prKBnhqA/s1600-h/Court+of+Honor+Day+%2812%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjYfmz13QVF41zwk-eVt3cCxY8H6LQI6Lp7lQp3fB8pv_BGEshtEgUHeHB5OKSo59FsrN02Tg3uiDSq0x2BRWHjYQDop_dH_mU-y0WRjWfxCdFJYMWCHW05UbkgG040prKBnhqA/s320/Court+of+Honor+Day+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220490754639283458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Somebody tell me how it happens. You are in a hospital, tired and sore, a</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">nd</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> you won't let the nurse take that little baby to the nursery. He's all yours for the moment a</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">nd you just want to inhale that newborn right back in somehow. No one tells you that this is your son, and you should now love him. You just do. For the moment he belongs only to you, in that quiet time. You are in over your head with crazy love, <a href="http://protestantism.suite101.com/blog.cfm/the_four_kinds_of_love"><span style="font-style: italic;">storge love</span>.</a></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Then that baby grows up. I still wonder how it happened and why it had to ha</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ppen </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">so fast. It came in steps. I remember each one, and it is bittersweet in</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> my heart. You</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> want them to grow into wonderful productive adults, but each of those steps leads</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> them up and away. I am greatful for each necessary milestone, and did the nece</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ssary letting go every time, but it still makes a mom's heart a wee bit sad.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidzAqV9W66TYqQHZlqsRed-GeBki7X3_d7E7YvzzeBH1R8aK89EQGHcj2s8sqyYC7YEsGQNg-6V5TWlhRvt-k0dcZbnm7WAld9uD5H6Tb-Unpo4DIknJbZBTUa0MPJmPhc8ZuJMg/s1600-h/tree+lot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidzAqV9W66TYqQHZlqsRed-GeBki7X3_d7E7YvzzeBH1R8aK89EQGHcj2s8sqyYC7YEsGQNg-6V5TWlhRvt-k0dcZbnm7WAld9uD5H6Tb-Unpo4DIknJbZBTUa0MPJmPhc8ZuJMg/s320/tree+lot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480866545012050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">My son has grown up into a fine young man. He has some learning to do yet, but he is kind, honest, wholesome, loves his country, loves his family</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> and loves his Jesus. I</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> could not be more proud. I like him a lot! Oh, I will always love him like craz</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">y, but I</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> sure like</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> him a too.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zD6UV2WoaMgJbngBu_8XaNVRHDwC10ivkVDn7MxfdbzpIR9f2pBGsQPKdxuPhs4OEnloOv5imzeY80g95VRA18DP3ULKraSKPADRowFSX4wtYHM43K1-E7u_Z9aTvxqjk64ijA/s1600-h/pt+reyes+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zD6UV2WoaMgJbngBu_8XaNVRHDwC10ivkVDn7MxfdbzpIR9f2pBGsQPKdxuPhs4OEnloOv5imzeY80g95VRA18DP3ULKraSKPADRowFSX4wtYHM43K1-E7u_Z9aTvxqjk64ijA/s320/pt+reyes+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480879966316370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Not many kids these days commit to something at 7 years old and stick with it. I have a couple boys who did. My oldest has made it to his goal (the 2nd is right behin</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">d him) of Eagle Scout.<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jivFtDfBg155vjVeXBc-DAizyhreEnAeFoHsz4ldFs8xLrojBN6_OpE3XpmyBZKrAOzVq54AQkNfOYDQlYCnV-GJvrjUf8qDNy5btEuLFsPhjcrxoLJjDDta2sGUVUH8XM6EKw/s1600-h/freeze6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jivFtDfBg155vjVeXBc-DAizyhreEnAeFoHsz4ldFs8xLrojBN6_OpE3XpmyBZKrAOzVq54AQkNfOYDQlYCnV-GJvrjUf8qDNy5btEuLFsPhjcrxoLJjDDta2sGUVUH8XM6EKw/s320/freeze6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480877271393362" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />If you have any involvement with this program you know. Most people don't, and that is alright. We are proud just the same. We are fortunate to have an awesome Troop and it feels a lot like an extension of our family. Camping, hiking, backpacking, summer camp, tree cutting and running a Christmas Tree lot, Pacific </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Coast trips to Yellowstone, Yosemite and every place in between. Spleunking, snow campin</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">g, rock climbing, bowling and golfing. So many things I can't even name them all. Memories, lessons, and moments my kids will benefit from for the rest of their lives.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo351oKrCP1sHkL_VugJ5pcrGCmVJbr0mnh5v5ewgC9M0RVoas00MxL_FZby6K3L_GAc1Xyq4huuU_XtPJaegNmzl8R-3DP5ohQ5qpzDKK1a-kofmIvkarX_bdIsLdBNluZg0bWQ/s1600-h/Josh+YNP1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo351oKrCP1sHkL_VugJ5pcrGCmVJbr0mnh5v5ewgC9M0RVoas00MxL_FZby6K3L_GAc1Xyq4huuU_XtPJaegNmzl8R-3DP5ohQ5qpzDKK1a-kofmIvkarX_bdIsLdBNluZg0bWQ/s320/Josh+YNP1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480872797142418" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />All leading to the highest award in Boy Scouts. Eagle Scout. Less than 2 percent make this rank, and when my son graduates from Marine basic training he will have earned his first stripe because of it.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQ486V1MYCrPJDcLEthqwviYrEva93sg9MngHj7u8R6q-uhzi3Db1mKkc50tUbC94gnCpOjtvODEWLtusl67IA-Y6eNPcloG9ZeWzhOp1fs1leBLRETsPDnD2Iphz89Thqo9hoQ/s1600-h/Court+of+Honor+Day+%2862%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQ486V1MYCrPJDcLEthqwviYrEva93sg9MngHj7u8R6q-uhzi3Db1mKkc50tUbC94gnCpOjtvODEWLtusl67IA-Y6eNPcloG9ZeWzhOp1fs1leBLRETsPDnD2Iphz89Thqo9hoQ/s320/Court+of+Honor+Day+%2862%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220488319721505282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjof7z62idMbfEp686KiGCcO_CqsqfWzj5DD6F5kSvoSUhwLbpKxuxl-DKRsKZXi8XD8ILBO1EwIKTY4YmUBFR6WLrvbT7sAvE_7zOEMzyb9BIkQyDAneGVpKoiT0rz7A47_bsv4Q/s1600-h/Court+of+Honor+Day+%2871%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjof7z62idMbfEp686KiGCcO_CqsqfWzj5DD6F5kSvoSUhwLbpKxuxl-DKRsKZXi8XD8ILBO1EwIKTY4YmUBFR6WLrvbT7sAvE_7zOEMzyb9BIkQyDAneGVpKoiT0rz7A47_bsv4Q/s320/Court+of+Honor+Day+%2871%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220488330914157458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYr-iZivOhp3MJ7vsHH6KxBj-eINLHJ1HFP5dKNDSH9cFxMRuY1X_L-YppCEcOf5IzxABTjZzronvC2g9rXC3QNlujmE23E0fSgPvhjoSLqwOV-yARWEwd3mHy97LIH0dM41e7uw/s1600-h/Court+of+Honor+Day+%2849%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYr-iZivOhp3MJ7vsHH6KxBj-eINLHJ1HFP5dKNDSH9cFxMRuY1X_L-YppCEcOf5IzxABTjZzronvC2g9rXC3QNlujmE23E0fSgPvhjoSLqwOV-yARWEwd3mHy97LIH0dM41e7uw/s320/Court+of+Honor+Day+%2849%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220488325350702530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Yeah, I am proud, and thanks for reading this far and letting me share this. Just so you know he isn't too big for his britches, at the end of the day all the little girl cousins took him down!<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazNVNoWRpT0WWJl7OXk91K-G3O9pFFFSK5xTvTEKPZeDhnI2cAfALtz9O1476OzofAmwriBJd4Ctyrf5OQ7PIGMtFUJ6ZnC1WMNlSQPuGWf1RKcnrkUKh9GsQsdwDUbLVQq0nQg/s1600-h/Court+of+Honor+Day+%28240%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazNVNoWRpT0WWJl7OXk91K-G3O9pFFFSK5xTvTEKPZeDhnI2cAfALtz9O1476OzofAmwriBJd4Ctyrf5OQ7PIGMtFUJ6ZnC1WMNlSQPuGWf1RKcnrkUKh9GsQsdwDUbLVQq0nQg/s320/Court+of+Honor+Day+%28240%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220488339351409762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-42065463035869988022008-07-07T13:32:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:00.084-07:00Anyone? Free printer ink!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHJ-UEMOTfI/AAAAAAAAAes/8lqQUKOlNAg/s1600-h/ink.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHJ-UEMOTfI/AAAAAAAAAes/8lqQUKOlNAg/s320/ink.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220373801263320562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A couple of months ago I needed a new printer. Of course it doesn't take my old ink cartridges! These are new, sealed, and up for grabs if anyone can use them. HP Black 94 and HP Tricolor 97. Let me know where I can send them off!<br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-80670787678071910682008-07-06T14:53:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:29:45.980-07:00From one irish girlie to another Irishgirlie<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">She taunts us with food plates and dessert pictures all the time.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://wedonothaveaknittingproblem.blogspot.com/2008/07/uh-oh.html">Most recently</a> it was cupcakes that brought to mind "Princess Cake" cravings which then lead me to binge on peanut M&M's because it was the only treat I could find in an emergency, with a belly ache to follow. It's all good.<br /><br />In an effort to give back (cause I'm a giver!) here is what time on my hands causes me to find. Oh the cleverness of some people!! I really, honestly think someday I might give these a whirl.<br /></span></span></span><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_ForeColor" title="Text Color" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);SelectColor(this,'ForeColor');ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFAGRquSbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2zc-JqNpEoQ/s1600-h/knit+cupcakes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFAGRquSbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2zc-JqNpEoQ/s320/knit+cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220023919665105330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">It began with a show I caught on television...</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">.it may have been a Martha if I recal</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">l, but</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> I don't ever watch that show so I can't be sure. Anyway, these</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> just looked yummy! Marzipan cupcakes that would be the hit of any Knit Night!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFAI53I6CI/AAAAAAAAAd0/KFQcf1mFyHs/s1600-h/knit+cupcakes2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFAI53I6CI/AAAAAAAAAd0/KFQcf1mFyHs/s320/knit+cupcakes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220023964814338082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFAHSEMCXI/AAAAAAAAAds/2jIZxADkk1o/s1600-h/knit+cupcakes1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFAHSEMCXI/AAAAAAAAAds/2jIZxADkk1o/s320/knit+cupcakes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220023936951781746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Then I caught <a href="http://iloveagoodyarn.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-cake.html">This Post</a> on Good Yarns blog....<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3c6-5ECwCU2-LVu-oQarqTd4LKGe-aisvNV7IQd9rVquRXQnt8IpaauVRhJ9Dspu3slP0857Dk85vTs9iKVrX_yg2lUbdkmkOffCNGSWme4uqwV1tI7vY6ZHwHfTBwdClPhtDFw/s1600-h/yarn+cake6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3c6-5ECwCU2-LVu-oQarqTd4LKGe-aisvNV7IQd9rVquRXQnt8IpaauVRhJ9Dspu3slP0857Dk85vTs9iKVrX_yg2lUbdkmkOffCNGSWme4uqwV1tI7vY6ZHwHfTBwdClPhtDFw/s320/yarn+cake6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220024884767070802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Which lead to this...<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBPGYAw0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/gvMmnOr70iA/s1600-h/yarn+cake.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBPGYAw0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/gvMmnOr70iA/s320/yarn+cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220025170764284738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">....and finally these pictures!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBp2fkMWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WxP4RVFgMzg/s1600-h/Yarn+cake1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBp2fkMWI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WxP4RVFgMzg/s320/Yarn+cake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220025630357467490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBp6Xh1lI/AAAAAAAAAeU/eXqWAHNIhPA/s1600-h/yarn+cake+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBp6Xh1lI/AAAAAAAAAeU/eXqWAHNIhPA/s320/yarn+cake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220025631397500498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBqckN4KI/AAAAAAAAAec/jg5jypf-sLo/s1600-h/yarn+cake+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBqckN4KI/AAAAAAAAAec/jg5jypf-sLo/s320/yarn+cake+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220025640577523874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBqZZc22I/AAAAAAAAAek/IB1C-ciwGqw/s1600-h/yarn+cake5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHFBqZZc22I/AAAAAAAAAek/IB1C-ciwGqw/s320/yarn+cake5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220025639727061858" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />You have to love the note at the end here!<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-54122790942309841462008-07-06T12:46:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:29:45.980-07:00Simple Socks...simple fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-K8lLzbKVpAqtscu3fsHhdyUAXw4gFQurijqd3yTjoTVCgxX813keRfctFJEiORSS-fLcHm85nXPyZKyUwmR1Fu8Yf86DpUQ60j2fwY03akEQ8tK1Y1SyJGziB2IyUP7-IyznhA/s1600-h/IMG_1685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-K8lLzbKVpAqtscu3fsHhdyUAXw4gFQurijqd3yTjoTVCgxX813keRfctFJEiORSS-fLcHm85nXPyZKyUwmR1Fu8Yf86DpUQ60j2fwY03akEQ8tK1Y1SyJGziB2IyUP7-IyznhA/s320/IMG_1685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219997214443488818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I was in a big fat hurry and wanted to knit these up for a friend. She has a mad crush on Johnny Depp and his pirate swagger...which I can totally relate to myself. The color is Black Pearl, like in the movie....so I had to knit them for her. Lorna's Laces worsted and a Knitting Pure and Simple pattern made these babies fly...took a day to knit</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">. Gotta love big needles and big yarn!<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPC7spM8FppoIY9BspKHf7rED9LVuyg2XMOIbXwhspF1Ceqqrd0EvmFaMnceTKnIjfWfsedSbrNLDH_hw68qOkpqOPJoQu-HrYdLCO657oGo3fa5fdbYE0ngfsJtMLtB4hyphenhyphen4Wvg/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPC7spM8FppoIY9BspKHf7rED9LVuyg2XMOIbXwhspF1Ceqqrd0EvmFaMnceTKnIjfWfsedSbrNLDH_hw68qOkpqOPJoQu-HrYdLCO657oGo3fa5fdbYE0ngfsJtMLtB4hyphenhyphen4Wvg/s320/IMG_1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219997219398844930" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />My mad crush is on Viggo Mortensen, and his Lord of the Rings character Aragon. Can't tell you what is is about his grubby, dirty looks but it makes me swoon. His</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> picture hangs in my laundry room above the washing machine. Honey B</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">unny b</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">rings home movies with Viggo in them cause he is really secure like that. That, and he's... well.....hoping?<br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizKc4syCWuFgBp8mVWAWWCkxGY586q3ZXCVD8KKxGk-ueM5jSF3hgZ9A5iLUatiJkNb5LgiloO-EzNHPClkuF6VcsgyclSl7Kz6NVC82zNGmT6_s4Wzs3AcviXuVjboa__iN23eg/s1600-h/viggo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizKc4syCWuFgBp8mVWAWWCkxGY586q3ZXCVD8KKxGk-ueM5jSF3hgZ9A5iLUatiJkNb5LgiloO-EzNHPClkuF6VcsgyclSl7Kz6NVC82zNGmT6_s4Wzs3AcviXuVjboa__iN23eg/s320/viggo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219996337363329954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdrIHpAACQq7p01yrmlDXmo4Q93lxPYr-iiCmJUOTg_GhgfaKU2_9u9OvTFemNB-tMrJCkGY5SKxB9V1g_BL3CixFhEeqRbAjM_h1HsAcmlQKPDdPZhhPmWZF93yWjg4qugXxLw/s1600-h/viggo1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdrIHpAACQq7p01yrmlDXmo4Q93lxPYr-iiCmJUOTg_GhgfaKU2_9u9OvTFemNB-tMrJCkGY5SKxB9V1g_BL3CixFhEeqRbAjM_h1HsAcmlQKPDdPZhhPmWZF93yWjg4qugXxLw/s320/viggo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219996341206079122" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" >*Sigh!*</span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">When I was much younger my mom had a best friend named Tawney. They would sit at the table gossiping and drinking Diet Coke from their coffee mugs so we kids wouldn't know they had soda in the house. Selfish, but clever at the same time</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">.<br /><br />We had all day to amuse ourselves and when I was feeling sort of naughty I would</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> sneak into Tawney's laundry room and close the door. I don't know why I thought it was wrong, but there was something sort of sneaky about it....there on the bac</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">k of her laundry room door was a life sized poster of <a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.markspitzusa.com/">Mark Spitz</a>!! Standing there in his patriotic speedo with all of his gold medals fanned out across his chest. I had no idea what the big deal was, but my mom and Tawney would giggle when they looked at it, so I did my best to understand.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />For the life of me I can't find the picture now. It was in color and looked like this...<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHErApUBvjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XKBEdJIuu5I/s1600-h/marks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHErApUBvjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XKBEdJIuu5I/s320/marks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220000733188963890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />But was full sized like this...<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHErA-T1MwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZBtP6u8Hayw/s1600-h/markspitz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SHErA-T1MwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZBtP6u8Hayw/s320/markspitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220000738825286402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Does anyone else remember this? It can't be just me. I still don't "get it", though I admire his accomplishments. Maybe it is just because clean from the pool is just not my thing, and it's far cry from my grubby Viggo...who knows?<br /><br />I am rooting for Michael Phelps all the way, OH!, and did anyone see <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6FjZ5nTCXM">Dara Torres</a></span>? Dang girl!!<br /><br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-54894749045428467962008-07-06T10:24:00.001-07:002008-07-11T10:29:45.980-07:00My lap these days! One more reason to sit and knit!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Please ignore the jammies and the cleavage...I share the amazing cuteness on my lap! Though the jammies are cute as well...Target I believe. They are my summer camping jams because they have pink flamingos. Everyone knows that pink flamingos are the the universal sign of "vacation", and camping is the only vacationing we will be doing this summer. (Oy! Gas prices!!) The pajama pants also have a little red fire engine for the mailboxes...go figure! Now you really know why I had to have them!!<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9fJy0J6UH2gBae6NH3LVqZrliYhcEXf2aW5vtwz_BEYwSYFlbX_C21pZukUdZ3IuKFYNF1j6jAsv8qfEZjk-QXwHrl9BJ0xagO_lYL7kt3h5iD0YpnmntY4O6igATO3_6moihA/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9fJy0J6UH2gBae6NH3LVqZrliYhcEXf2aW5vtwz_BEYwSYFlbX_C21pZukUdZ3IuKFYNF1j6jAsv8qfEZjk-QXwHrl9BJ0xagO_lYL7kt3h5iD0YpnmntY4O6igATO3_6moihA/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219958032796071938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBpe-2GrVwhDdqzSAoYO3w9YjzVGBuP4gKz-EOWMRVb_lk_JPAxPF1DBcw0amRyTKGz9hf72-EUb3Hx7o7kSNoNNF2VPw6SFx8xMwVVOePPMknIwrbQlhFmxhBjhlq7zgdX9oYA/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBpe-2GrVwhDdqzSAoYO3w9YjzVGBuP4gKz-EOWMRVb_lk_JPAxPF1DBcw0amRyTKGz9hf72-EUb3Hx7o7kSNoNNF2VPw6SFx8xMwVVOePPMknIwrbQlhFmxhBjhlq7zgdX9oYA/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219955810054038754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipb8AVJVOXki2eBC9UwA44OOqO-OLWBdkuugr3y8TKyfXA_TgcEDdo1inkyDs6QMhRGbpiLutMzJgz8dGcQKo-xSeG2ukXQLCzfvjtgkLvg0KPc0kTUCQagdGZVOkYaDlGLqBUiA/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipb8AVJVOXki2eBC9UwA44OOqO-OLWBdkuugr3y8TKyfXA_TgcEDdo1inkyDs6QMhRGbpiLutMzJgz8dGcQKo-xSeG2ukXQLCzfvjtgkLvg0KPc0kTUCQagdGZVOkYaDlGLqBUiA/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219955826706319362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xVE4XBlza_IHR3C0TC4KYpwrfYQ5cr0M8Vy_Q-bZ325HObhAj48Ma1UZb_D-cgyp9D6z4E1htNe1j7P6Vkg0IwmcyCXygt6L-mQyjnKofgWDDMNCvh9cXByFON1H7q1Cb_cPZw/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xVE4XBlza_IHR3C0TC4KYpwrfYQ5cr0M8Vy_Q-bZ325HObhAj48Ma1UZb_D-cgyp9D6z4E1htNe1j7P6Vkg0IwmcyCXygt6L-mQyjnKofgWDDMNCvh9cXByFON1H7q1Cb_cPZw/s320/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219955829594661906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpycKJUQ5tEYp8QUxX7wBt11r0s7BeyAtjkQSiEzW2cFoZ0wg_mEIYyPSUNpgWkcUZ3_OzHA_sWYfxSXs11fgyrIHfP-qPYUUgtL93tqfWEiJFEBP1RzQ8QsYFykjtiH7zF7pzA/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbpycKJUQ5tEYp8QUxX7wBt11r0s7BeyAtjkQSiEzW2cFoZ0wg_mEIYyPSUNpgWkcUZ3_OzHA_sWYfxSXs11fgyrIHfP-qPYUUgtL93tqfWEiJFEBP1RzQ8QsYFykjtiH7zF7pzA/s320/P1010025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219955838702035042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Notice her little tongue poking out? When she is in a deep sleep I will hear this tiny suckling noise....she is having nursing dreams I imagine, and it is seriously one of the cutest things ever. I keep hoping to have my camera ready for a quick video, but it hasn't happened yet. </span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Fpuc4Zs5_ZlxqXxZaXPfy_n45hpp5NAOFgM0uLUtRYmszhcVjf7gMcuT-rYxQD-XUN3C-kHV8R4sFriXSf_IOToqELJKMxGgbwuFYOfbHhoUsPzPDQAutBfnPGPn9nyXclN0wQ/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Fpuc4Zs5_ZlxqXxZaXPfy_n45hpp5NAOFgM0uLUtRYmszhcVjf7gMcuT-rYxQD-XUN3C-kHV8R4sFriXSf_IOToqELJKMxGgbwuFYOfbHhoUsPzPDQAutBfnPGPn9nyXclN0wQ/s320/P1010024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219955842721689426" border="0" /></a>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-27957383356840826432008-07-05T22:05:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:00.084-07:00Introducing....Greta!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Only 19,998 more posts until I feel caught up on life as it has happened...and yet continues!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj803vyynLqja8KdOqjKcbPmFTnuPY1snG02nzo5vI8hFHrK6hqzxX0cH2TBSi5lrRAMTVmta2zKj94u8EWuMKnHqv8N4pSkWoTXb3LZhewVkz7c2MkCpesYUmLPaPIeRRdnR_SIw/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj803vyynLqja8KdOqjKcbPmFTnuPY1snG02nzo5vI8hFHrK6hqzxX0cH2TBSi5lrRAMTVmta2zKj94u8EWuMKnHqv8N4pSkWoTXb3LZhewVkz7c2MkCpesYUmLPaPIeRRdnR_SIw/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219766687493625490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">We have been thinking about it for ages, and talking about it for m</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">onths. This was not a surprise. The only surprise was my heart changing (relenting) to get another mini dachshund rather than a German Shepherd. Don't get me wron</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">g, I lo</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">v</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">e Mayzie, my mini that I have now. In fact that is the problem...I love her too much! There </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">is no way any pooch can compete with her, and besides that, I grew up with shep</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">herds so I have a bit of a hankering for a large dog again. (These are a few of her pictures)</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Well, Honey Bunny put his foot down! Big dogs = big food storage and bigger poops and it was going to be a doxie if there was going to be a puppy. Period.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">So, after lots of searching I found a place that had some puppies. Exactly w</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">h</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">at I wanted too. A black and tan smooth, female please. She had one left, </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">b</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">ut as it turned out it was really one available. People had "claimed" a puppy but no o</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">ne h</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">ad picked them out, so I actually was first in line to pick from two litters! What luck!</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hours later, and much talking abut my current dog, I was finally on my w</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">ay home with the baby. So hard to choose yet now I could not wait to introduce Mayzie</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"> to her new baby!<br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5RDplhm9CW1k3EGP8dVRI1bkUz-62Zwi3dpDgKg_yndZmo5Qv1cvMNgEosGeq20d5KuNt1bIRULHBoJoH_WIH6ZGhnpuDncsSzjxixrpERhN7alP-B3XeMOMiqzpVERXMZgX2g/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5RDplhm9CW1k3EGP8dVRI1bkUz-62Zwi3dpDgKg_yndZmo5Qv1cvMNgEosGeq20d5KuNt1bIRULHBoJoH_WIH6ZGhnpuDncsSzjxixrpERhN7alP-B3XeMOMiqzpVERXMZgX2g/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219769781063375522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">Now the drama begins. I pulled into the driveway and my daughter ran out and sad "Bad news"....Apparently my husband had taken the jeep out wheeli</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">n' </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">w</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">ith the dogs, and when he got to his destination only one jumped out of the car. Somewhere in the past 20 miles Mayzie had either popped out from a bump, or jumped out, but either</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"> way she was not in the jeep.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">He searched for a couple of hours and then came home to load his m</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">otorcycle and try some more. His plan was to be out there all night and keep calling for her, but the search area was huge.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">Needless to say I was a wreck. I felt like I had traded my much loved dog for this little puppy and it was impossible to be anything but sad. I wanted to take</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">her back and go find my Mayzie. I was up most of the night worried about her and </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">my Honey Bunny. I made flyers, posted on bulletin boards, left messages at all the vets offices in my area and in Reno, and I called all the animal control offices in the area.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">At about 4 in the morning I woke up one of my kids and loade</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">d up our </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">other dog.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"> Sometimes you just can't wait anymore and I thought in the quiet of the morning she might come out if she heard us calling. I made a big thermos of coffee and headed out.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_itZpLkDg1NqNovC9OLLY_bahuLvgFkp5cpzaIpTqcPzDEpOloGt9m-4AEBdae6v1hPLprok8txvUjDRijVqGuFVjEuPlfpAnx7_KeP1B1HyxchdZYv-xysYWZQtN4FJUeGyEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_itZpLkDg1NqNovC9OLLY_bahuLvgFkp5cpzaIpTqcPzDEpOloGt9m-4AEBdae6v1hPLprok8txvUjDRijVqGuFVjEuPlfpAnx7_KeP1B1HyxchdZYv-xysYWZQtN4FJUeGyEQ/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219768802365958162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />The first thing I saw was a coyote crossing my street!! Not a good sign. It only added to my fears of bobcats, mountain lions, eagles, hawks, people who might keep her and the 27 degree night that she might be shivering in.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />At about 6 am I came around a corner and saw a small sign posted on a street sign. "Lost Dog?" with a phone number was all it said. My hopes began to soar, and if I didn't breath I seemed to have a cell signal. I left a message, which began a series o</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">f cell phone nightmare phone tag from the sketchy signal.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">...but long story short, he had my girl!!</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">Turns out he saw this adorable little dog trotting down the road and wh</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">en he opened his door she hopped right in. He took her home and worked as hard a</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">t finding us as we were working to find her. She is micro-chipped but had no tags on her collar. From now on all collars will have a Sharpied phone number on the inside, but she has too many collars to have tags on all of them.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />My Honey Bunny turned out to be the hardest one to find. Once I knew we had our dog back the quest was to find him so he could stop worrying. He was out roaming the mountains on a motorcycle, trying desperately to return my dog to me....finally he was located and all is well in the end.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I have my Mayzie back, and now I have this new little bund</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">le of c</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">uteness....and she has puppy breath to boot!<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvIrj2U-4Fm5tHQiXGfnBLywBVARH9bazbnp2UXe5Z9sJWfuD52pYr8D7V7v25NMjkEDsOpkAftKCx_dqWlpvPzvkwg2errijli1P_tNL3Z3-jfmVzhLS9yQNGuXbiG9ve4b_Hw/s1600-h/Greta+Girl+%2857%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhI3RB80DnEiYSCPuO5tvkD17MUAH1x8yekAjBW0otEKCZrGDOr5PBkx1gsgXKhQi7klt8VJRsA9KwV8xMsgOqeSk21i8jXi5mgATbtxF-3qXnEpZtMdJNM8Ts_h8NtnceXu-Qw/s320/Greta7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219774296752644146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsyMwzVWNGQx8cyZS3cZqRMBc-9e-OJn98NfoKMmJ6WaJAJ5Ju7gvCyb-eOhlVuTD5dR12FksZ_JERC63rdVY8vOXQezjuffFhw_4xsA_Uxl2I1SUo5p0FmQLyh4mpDFJ1Ud9Kg/s1600-h/Greta8.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsyMwzVWNGQx8cyZS3cZqRMBc-9e-OJn98NfoKMmJ6WaJAJ5Ju7gvCyb-eOhlVuTD5dR12FksZ_JERC63rdVY8vOXQezjuffFhw_4xsA_Uxl2I1SUo5p0FmQLyh4mpDFJ1Ud9Kg/s320/Greta8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219775123231738242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBCJwta2EGIc5o02fkyWR2lPnzqdDA033sV748nOJsx5WzHXZTk0QjB-ESixNM1Q3iI2OyL5TqsADe8usdvo17Npv0pddvv2TmwupGzqa7piceRKE-nqiNOdb3xNn5e5MJUoPnA/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBCJwta2EGIc5o02fkyWR2lPnzqdDA033sV748nOJsx5WzHXZTk0QjB-ESixNM1Q3iI2OyL5TqsADe8usdvo17Npv0pddvv2TmwupGzqa7piceRKE-nqiNOdb3xNn5e5MJUoPnA/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219771638594508002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuV0xgjxFN32LrEHFMF9CDmFw3-X335EOeoTUnwshsZXQHeiYkYEhZErmOcWWQz2EYd2Z0RPQ3GYEYMhxGfmZwSkMMxcdL508VwnkuD7-bPIYeqh-PiJXAYzIo5tPA37PgREPacA/s1600-h/Greta5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuV0xgjxFN32LrEHFMF9CDmFw3-X335EOeoTUnwshsZXQHeiYkYEhZErmOcWWQz2EYd2Z0RPQ3GYEYMhxGfmZwSkMMxcdL508VwnkuD7-bPIYeqh-PiJXAYzIo5tPA37PgREPacA/s320/Greta5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219774297750142258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The next weekend was Father's Day and Honey Bunny got 3 new harness' to secure the dogs into the Jeep, and this t-shirt from REI:<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26xAnnd5OWwKAhpZzZWfir2qYTeBTSmm8Fb5aB3iuRTB_dkQifBqHGHrkCkEIWBaLbBxV_8XavnXRCT793D4pkIIJFSzeHyYzGeFBSBlUQMEdyF0g8gTbw3ldPo0C824mpI_f6A/s1600-h/stay+out+all+night.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26xAnnd5OWwKAhpZzZWfir2qYTeBTSmm8Fb5aB3iuRTB_dkQifBqHGHrkCkEIWBaLbBxV_8XavnXRCT793D4pkIIJFSzeHyYzGeFBSBlUQMEdyF0g8gTbw3ldPo0C824mpI_f6A/s320/stay+out+all+night.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219778455606644834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-30448727867453980602008-07-05T20:26:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:29:45.981-07:00Fine, a bit of knitting it is!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MvWZ4UTTx73DEk6xVx3QCmWuUY8tm0edoFx77ZTa95zfrXBa45__t3cwUYabTcAmgHW6bqPHp4oCD1FzqlUIxpgOJuJ9me0owXwfRmBdQiyA1uz94MIyLGNvQ7VGZS-qh57qmA/s1600-h/Blueberry+Snowcone+%283%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MvWZ4UTTx73DEk6xVx3QCmWuUY8tm0edoFx77ZTa95zfrXBa45__t3cwUYabTcAmgHW6bqPHp4oCD1FzqlUIxpgOJuJ9me0owXwfRmBdQiyA1uz94MIyLGNvQ7VGZS-qh57qmA/s320/Blueberry+Snowcone+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219751289571890434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">One of the previously mentioned 20,000 posts I now have time for....<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUO06TQjBCF1s1eiEV2n7ceQWU70By23eyIZixzs0AXNq5ZzO7qD3gKRBvKIdaws_pshUW_dbnKGrBeaZ8zFu-Qp0-_U0OLW3v3_p7ZHK7eGI9N1RzdDLcEYhNgc7xjX5YjQQGQ/s1600-h/Blueberry+Snowcone.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUO06TQjBCF1s1eiEV2n7ceQWU70By23eyIZixzs0AXNq5ZzO7qD3gKRBvKIdaws_pshUW_dbnKGrBeaZ8zFu-Qp0-_U0OLW3v3_p7ZHK7eGI9N1RzdDLcEYhNgc7xjX5YjQQGQ/s320/Blueberry+Snowcone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219751294076043154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jimmybeanswool.com">Jimmy Beans Wool</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> has this amazing once a month </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/details/lornas/lornasLimitedEdition.asp">Limited Edition</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> colorway in conjunction with Lorna's Laces yarn. Each month brings a new treat and it sells </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">out like mad, so you have to move quickly to get yours!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">For the month of June the color was Blueberry Snowcone. I was able to pick up the last 3 hanks of Lion and Lamb and did the happy dance like you can not believe!!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibO6oVmfCH0B97Upklh9f7aAnGy1jn3NA8-WbvRwJt2Bj3jj6E-JOOHSCFjzzAtE9LRCvzKqV5A8ewqOgNL0wLTywgox3R1bKNGSQGRCYUTSPoM87-KX1Axk6eggVxeB0fJAv4TA/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibO6oVmfCH0B97Upklh9f7aAnGy1jn3NA8-WbvRwJt2Bj3jj6E-JOOHSCFjzzAtE9LRCvzKqV5A8ewqOgNL0wLTywgox3R1bKNGSQGRCYUTSPoM87-KX1Axk6eggVxeB0fJAv4TA/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219742993285245378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I LOVE Lion and Lamb and knew immediately what I wanted to do with this yarn once I got it.....</span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEfall04/PATTclapotis.html">Clapotis</a><span style="font-family:arial;">!!</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">I have to </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">say that when I first saw this pattern I was not especially "wowed". That came later, with the throngs of people knitting it, loving it, wearing it and then making more than one. What can I say? I am a lemming without hope, so I was dying to follow along and knit my own.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVxTVDQ2X318bXWjonqhwGVgFWOzvCKdh6Su5JyuzRbyW9efFK3QYfWfRm8BX_g0SbsHhZQq4qVB6YKXEUu3EcR74Da6K3FLVDY-OdhIpEH8uv1ncTCMDzozYhqRrNjq-WXXPnA/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVxTVDQ2X318bXWjonqhwGVgFWOzvCKdh6Su5JyuzRbyW9efFK3QYfWfRm8BX_g0SbsHhZQq4qVB6YKXEUu3EcR74Da6K3FLVDY-OdhIpEH8uv1ncTCMDzozYhqRrNjq-WXXPnA/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219742614366480578" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">My stroke of originality came when I read enough b</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">logs and enough on Ravelry to know that I did not need 4 hanks. Nothi</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">ng worse than an entire 30.00ish hank to knit the last 20ish number of ro</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">ws!! I simply did one less repeat and actually knit it a bit longer and still had some leftover.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhChS-o0Rmpydvlk1p0LBfGd77NA7MRpQigoeoVDM8VkdpjLho26GST4yDG-MVihiGigL-JIdXzE8eowsN6P2lr9mSS9ki1i9LAa98mYyY1Oa88TDFG9cnFJALnCwgfH9VHdxQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhChS-o0Rmpydvlk1p0LBfGd77NA7MRpQigoeoVDM8VkdpjLho26GST4yDG-MVihiGigL-JIdXzE8eowsN6P2lr9mSS9ki1i9LAa98mYyY1Oa88TDFG9cnFJALnCwgfH9VHdxQQ/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219743779643292962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">In the end, I love it!! Probably the most wearable thing I have knit in ages. My husband commented on it, which he never does and even more....my kids noticed! I seriously love it and I can finally understand why so many people knit another one. Quick, easy and nearly mindless knitting to achieve something I will wear forever....and will have to hide when my sister visits because she will steal it for sure!</span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-43729870942610231302008-07-05T18:42:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:32:21.639-07:00Life is a blur, and oh so smoky!<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">These pictures show a glimpse of how smoky it has been, and the fires are insanely far away! I only wish I could use Willy Wonka's Smell-O-Vision so you could fully experience it. My contact lens' are driving me mad!!</span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1xaeJofgzmAS7TPfTeOy2MYp01IrxMkbuyc_54ZZHVWqEQOw1ShWHoeG0ieGmWtR9IA-DHA3uR-YRQk-dfczzfCVov4lxUszHvgK-wLWu4-0iMoRnJT7wVCzuGfyVmod9wMfAA/s1600-h/DSC_0057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY1xaeJofgzmAS7TPfTeOy2MYp01IrxMkbuyc_54ZZHVWqEQOw1ShWHoeG0ieGmWtR9IA-DHA3uR-YRQk-dfczzfCVov4lxUszHvgK-wLWu4-0iMoRnJT7wVCzuGfyVmod9wMfAA/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219726890424126930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">So, it is not that I don't have things happening. Quite the contrary! It seems that I have all this stuff to blog about and yet no time, so when I do have the time I could literally make 20,000 posts (all outdated) in a row. Anyone with me on that?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">My husband is away on a fire assignment. This is good because it means...well...he is a-w-a-y. It is bad because he is *sniff, sniff*..... AWAY! It is a good assignment because he is actually on a really nice detail and while right in the middle of a fire area, he is relatively safe. He is the paramedic in the camp, so basically, for the time being, he is handing out sunscreen and bug spray. If anyone does need medical attention, they have medics and a bus (ambulance) close by for immediate response. Fingers and toes are crossed that all those firefighters need on this fire is sunscreen and bug spray!!<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqz6AYsgFUHqlQL8l0mrQtyZ0epJ8lM1H3US8M2JyV76SBIf-KO7RQCRBTGNjpBcn-riY0onkoMAZN_mbr10KTjU9h3MYSGGfxGJQ1D3_LBkcZpUslIgvciVBNo271zQ_DPxsPw/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqz6AYsgFUHqlQL8l0mrQtyZ0epJ8lM1H3US8M2JyV76SBIf-KO7RQCRBTGNjpBcn-riY0onkoMAZN_mbr10KTjU9h3MYSGGfxGJQ1D3_LBkcZpUslIgvciVBNo271zQ_DPxsPw/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219728734725532370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">The other day he called and asked me to bring him some supplies to make life better. I guess the fire camp is set up in an area that gets a lot of sun and fire conditions being hot, dry and windy...life is better with some shade. He was also hoping not to jinx things, yet expected he could be there a while. Lucky for us, Northern California is burning up for a change, and this means he is within driving time from home. We met at a half way point about 45 minutes from home and I delivered our EZ-Up shade canopy, a cot, his sleeping bag, sleeping pad, clean pillow, iPod shuffle, tarp, generator, small television WITH a remote, small selection of "dude movies", a few music cd's that can be played on the tv, red vine licorice, and clean underwear. Phew!! Can I get a shout out with "What a good wife!!"?<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWMJjwRJpulls-RryNgc9rtMpPhh3YZv8vFiGQg7Wb8yNy_96DB_S5rFqW75LiSQk-ePX2Qt4aNsHjy2mmcmCmCuGGT21boOGVGl2e0TBNOe8sRw69XAd2oyAFH9yT558PHkoTNA/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWMJjwRJpulls-RryNgc9rtMpPhh3YZv8vFiGQg7Wb8yNy_96DB_S5rFqW75LiSQk-ePX2Qt4aNsHjy2mmcmCmCuGGT21boOGVGl2e0TBNOe8sRw69XAd2oyAFH9yT558PHkoTNA/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219727837459508530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />What most people don't know is that when these guys get called to a fire, they leave in the clothes they are wearing and in a hurry. The experienced ones have an "out of county" bag with a few niceties in it, but depending on the station they are covering etc, they might not get to grab it. Honey Bunny has gone to fires locally that lasted a couple days and he had nothing. They sleep sitting in their engine or on the ground...in the clothes they have on. He told </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">me about one fire on a hillside where they cat-napped nearly standing the hill was so steep, listening for rocks rolling down towards them so they could roll to the side. Lovely job isn't it?<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk1oqFcgNF4b1j5K3d-7KLKDk4euK31Vs863rDpGjNBgi262O-7GOl12DHF5sXw93oP_cYxZa9PJyKAQsfx7vxKUkHjvsIMN_U15hnfVqDn75ULQ-qe0D-uRuXYdOND4aIUJzbng/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk1oqFcgNF4b1j5K3d-7KLKDk4euK31Vs863rDpGjNBgi262O-7GOl12DHF5sXw93oP_cYxZa9PJyKAQsfx7vxKUkHjvsIMN_U15hnfVqDn75ULQ-qe0D-uRuXYdOND4aIUJzbng/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219726388470357506" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I am back to the pros and cons. Overtime rocks! We have dishwashers to replace and bathrooms that need help and we're planning to re-do in August. We also have summer camp next week and I am taking 25 highschool kids with me, <span style="font-style: italic;">and I have a new puppy!</span>. Kids home alone with a housebreaking mini dachshund is scary indeed. Yet, overtime rocks! I have tile and bathtubs to pick out. Smoke is hard to breath in for weeks on end, but quesadillas or Cheerios for dinner is awesome! Husbands who call with "honey do's" because he is away and he</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"> knows the lawn needs mowing...well that doesn't exactly stink, but the man can sure come up with some lists of chores because he is sitting around all day thinking of things HE does around here...and now WE need to get done, and that? Well that stinks! Holding down the fort as a single mom with 3 teens is actually....not too bad :-)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZvio3lTn6hnkHqYUoIwI-3ogeJBfGYX7SHYReCYGPwC41yF_o7kkQ3SYf4eb7FnlTXJU_k3_1fFxzH1ZgvSzTEPMyxXPOjn4dJKJZ4EFoiA7ir5PZkbbZO03lnRua4AzUDkgrA/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZvio3lTn6hnkHqYUoIwI-3ogeJBfGYX7SHYReCYGPwC41yF_o7kkQ3SYf4eb7FnlTXJU_k3_1fFxzH1ZgvSzTEPMyxXPOjn4dJKJZ4EFoiA7ir5PZkbbZO03lnRua4AzUDkgrA/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219725909565164466" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I have great kids and we are doing just fine. I am off to call the inlaws! Gotta see if they house/puppy/kid sit in case Honey Bunny doesn't come home.........just keep chanting "Over Time! Over Time!"<br /></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-54163262264860083322008-07-05T14:49:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:00.085-07:00When the cats away, the mice will play!<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sometimes it is just plain time....and he knew it was coming. I have been telling, clueing and cueing him in for quite a while now, so he really should not be shocked. Yet for some reason I am the one who is in a sort of giddy shock myself.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I went and ordered this:<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SG_tdKesQAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VcXAgQAH2_4/s1600-h/dishwasher.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FCMVSkV6Z6U/SG_tdKesQAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VcXAgQAH2_4/s400/dishwasher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219651578430767106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It is a new Kenmore Elite dishwasher, and they swear it is quiet! The salesman was telling me what I wanted to hear baby! Not like he had to convince me or anything...our 10 year old (199.00) dishwasher is loud and falling apart. It got even louder last year when we put in hardwood floors. It has "features"!! We tend to be the do-it-yourself types and ascribe to the live within (or beneath) your means and so "features" just really makes me jump up and down!<br /><br />I have been online shopping and researching off an on for the past couple of years. Ours has been on it's last leg for a while but it is really finally beyond just annoying. Things are falling apart, and now it has become dangerous. It won't turn off either, which sucks the utility bill I'm sure....but when it won't turn off that means it just stays on that last heat drying cycle until you realize the house is about to burn down. I did turn off the heat, but that doesn't change the worry.<br /><br />So, I did it. Honey Bunny is off fighting a fire and I am spending it before he brings it home. The upside is that it was on sale and the installation and take away of the old one is free, so that should make him happy. Hopefully when he comes home it will all be a done deal and that will make him happy. I call it a win/win!<br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-24173259664936871512008-07-03T19:01:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:00.085-07:00Nothing to do with Knitting!<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A friend sent me this email today. I am simply going to post it the way she sent it. It moved me greatly, and I am so glad she responded to the nudge to share this among friends. If you are not someone who believes in this sort of thing....no offense intended, and if you are I hope you are as blessed as I was. We live in troubled times and encouragement can be like a glass of cool water!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hello Friends, brothers and sisters in the Lord,</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">This morning I had a devotion that I thought wasn’t just for me so I’m passing it on for whomever these scriptures can encourage. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">The truth is: God never lets us down. That’s the truth. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">But this morning, I think I found a story about a woman who was disappointed with God because she thought he had let her down. You’ll know the story, so I won’t go into the details, but I’ll highlight the scriptures I personally never paid that much attention to until today. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">John 11:20 "When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went out to meet him, but Mary stayed at home." </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I don’t think there are ever any unnecessary words or details in the Bible. I believe they all have significance. So what’s the significance behind the information that Mary stayed at home? Is it because she didn’t know that Jesus was nearby? I don’t think so. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I think she knew and she stayed at home on purpose. The same Mary who didn’t let busyness keep her from his feet. The same one so commended by God for seeking him first, is now staying at home. That’s a little unlike her. So what’s going on? </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well a lot is going on. Her brother just died. Before that the sisters had sent word to Jesus to let him know he was sick and asked him to come. But he didn’t. The situation grew worse and more than likely they were probably going to the door frequently and anxiously looking for any sign of him. You know the feeling. "Where IS he?" "Did he get our message?" "What is taking him so long?" And then the rest of the story, Lazarus breathes his last. He’s gone. I have been there. It caused me to start hyperventilating. I ran from the scene. It makes you sick. It makes you start to weep like you have never cried before and all I kept repeating was "No, no, NO!!" Death is horrible and oh so painful. The kind of pain that wakes you up in the middle of the night and hits you all over again like a ton of bricks and it goes on for who knows how long. You don’t know how many days, weeks, months, years it will take for the pain to start to subside. You have dreams where they come back and you see them again and then you wake up. It is painful. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">But now Jesus is here. Better late than never?? Not really. What they feared has happened. It almost doesn’t matter now. Or does it?</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I think she stayed at home because she was disappointed in Jesus and maybe, yes, just a little angry. We try not to admit it. We know God doesn’t deserve our anger. But we’re confused. We’re hurting and pain can cause us to put our shield of faith down and those fiery darts get through. We don’t have the strength to fend off the doubts and they’re making us question everything we know about God. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">So she stays at home. I’ve done it too. We skip the quiet time because we’re secretly harboring resentment against God. Sometimes we don’t even know it. But it’s kind of like we’re giving God the silent treatment. Letting Him know "if you’re not on my side and you’re not going to help me, I’m on my own and I’m not sure I have time for you."</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Verse 28 – "The Teacher is here," she (Martha) said, and is asking for you (Mary)." </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hmmm… You think Jesus knew? You think Jesus knew that Mary was staying away on purpose? You think He knew that she was broken hearted, confused, weak, angry? I think so. Does he give her the silent treatment back? No. He loves her. He has compassion. He knows she’s hurting and he wants to comfort her. So he’s asking her to come to him. He asks us the same thing – "Come child. Don’t stay away. I know where you are. I know what you’re thinking and what you’re trying to figure out. And I have the answers. But the answer is really just one thing – ME. So don’t shut me out. You need me right now and I’m here. So Come."</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">And she does. She falls at his feet, crying, and the questions, half way accusations, start pouring out – If you had been here, my brother would not have died. Make sense of it Jesus. Tell me why this is happening. You could’ve prevented it. Why didn’t you? How many countless others have asked the same question. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">When Jesus saw her weeping…he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. And then the famous verse – John 11:35 – Jesus wept. The easiest one in the whole Bible to memorize.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">So many people have taken a stab at what he was crying about. Even the Jews that day were trying to figure it out – "See how he loved him!" "Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this many from dying?" Was he crying because he loved Lazarus and was sad that he was gone. Umm…. he knew that Lazarus was about to be raised back to life. We’re the doubts bothering him? Yeah, I’m sure they were, but he didn’t cry when Martha expressed the same thing. Call me simple. I think he was crying because Mary was crying. I think he felt her pain and "whoever touches you, touches the apple of his eye." He knows better than we do how much pain sin has caused this fallen world. Romans 12:15 says "weep with those who weep." If that is what God commands us to do, do you think he does anything less? I don’t know about physical tears, but I think God’s heart still breaks when ours does. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">So no lecture. No explanation. Tears. Jesus wants us to know we’re not alone. He’ll go through it with us. He’ll carry all our pain not on his shoulders, but in his heart and he’ll get us through. – "What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear. What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer. Oh what peace we often forfeit, oh what needless pain we bear, all because we do not carry everything to God in prayer. Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care? Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer."<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">And then the glorious end of the story. There is no more commentary on it, but you can imagine, can’t you? Mary and Martha running to Lazarus, tears turning not just into smiles, but even laughter as they quickly unwrap him, throw their arms around him, still crying, but this time tears of joy, kissing him and being surrounded by everyone else. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">And then the look back to Jesus. I’m sure Mary did. Looking over her shoulder, past the crowd and seeing his peaceful, quiet, loving expression looking back at her. Not condemning her. So pleased that she was happy again. Yet you know what she felt. I’ve felt it. You’ve felt it. That little sting of remorse in our hearts when we realize we’ve doubted God and he once more came through. He always does. He never lets us down. That’s the truth. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">No doubt there were other looks at Jesus that day; jaw dropping, shocked, amazed looks like the ones the disciples had after he stilled the storm. There is much to be learned from this story, but this morning God made one more point with me. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">What about when He doesn’t raise people back to life again? What about when we lose something and it doesn’t come back or never gain something that we so longed for and even lacked?</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Has God let us down? Are his delays his denials? Or is he still telling us to Wait. The end of the story has been written, but not fully revealed, yet this is what God says about it – "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind can conceive what God has planned…"</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Whatever we lack here will be more than made up for there. Can you think of anything a person would want for in this world that Heaven will not abundantly supply? Love, relationships, health, possessions, purpose, even food! Romans 8:18 "I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us." </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">God is still coming. He is on his way. Though we may wonder "Where IS he?" What is taking him so long? Be patient. Wait on the Lord. Be strong and take heart and wait on the Lord. For when we get to Heaven I know we will all say – "You have not let us down." The Lord is our Shepherd. We shall not be in want.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">True story – Myamar – where the cyclone hit and the government won’t allow in any aid – Christians are dying. Terry Sartain, pastor of Calvary Chapel Charlotte went with Jack Monday, director of Rapid Response for Billy Graham Ministries and two others were granted passports – four of only 45 that have been granted since the cyclone. It is absolutely dangerous to be a Christian there. They traveled in separate taxis to the place where they were secretly meeting with pastors from the region. 44 showed up. All of them hungry, grieving and confused. When Terry got there, he said he had no idea why he was there. What could he offer these men. All their rice fields were destroyed. All their water supplies had been salted by the sea. They were not just dying of hunger, but also dying of thirst. Praying for rain water. Asking questions like "if I only have enough rice left for one more meal for my family and someone comes to my door asking for food, what do I do?" All Terry said he could do the first day was stand in front of them and weep and pray. There is that weeping again. The compassion of the Lord. Knowing how much pain they are suffering from the sin of this oppressive government. For the first two days, there was a soberness in the crowd, a hopelessness. But somewhere on the third day, the mood changed. Terry and the others realized they might not have food or water, but they still had Jesus and they could still give Jesus away. The men left not knowing if they were going back to die, but rejoicing that the greatest possession, they still possessed and in heaven all their tears will be wiped away. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pray for them. Pray for rain. Pray for relief. Pray for hope, comfort, and faith. Faith in a Great God that will gain them rewards in heaven not able to be imagined here on Earth.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />God Bless, Kim</span> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-39957072430479804942008-05-26T09:37:00.001-07:002008-07-11T10:32:57.464-07:00Knitting Interruption!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7co-Q1XP1IE0fmRpfR1biNzCHQvC-kd82PcnWVIr99qg1pkpgU0r-ngp1N0CTYXwDMzUYKexN4HROzuvGZbS2_BLqXbv7fdAoO95thoTj_JCbHR7aB0poM-PuLQXKM9eWlaHXw/s1600-h/P4160139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7co-Q1XP1IE0fmRpfR1biNzCHQvC-kd82PcnWVIr99qg1pkpgU0r-ngp1N0CTYXwDMzUYKexN4HROzuvGZbS2_BLqXbv7fdAoO95thoTj_JCbHR7aB0poM-PuLQXKM9eWlaHXw/s320/P4160139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204737436098366674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">All this talk about trips (and there is more besides Appalachia!) has me wanting to think about knitting. I did knit on the trip actually. You would not know it because I haven't mentioned it, and there are no photos as evidence, but I did knit a no purl</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> Monkey sock on the plane. One and a half socks actually. That is where it stands still, at one and a half. (Am I the only one with an entire album of Disneyland pictures and yet you would never know I was there?)</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />I will get around to sharing the</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> knitting but since my pile of UFO's has grown ever larger it is actually a bit sad and di</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">scouraging it will have to wait a bit. Work up the nerve ya know? I have taken plenty of solace in just reading about how I am not alone. Most of us have a stack of things we start and then set down. There is something about the excitement of a new project, new yarn, new technique, new pattern, new, new, new...it always has me ch</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">asing after it. Oh, and it isn't just us knitters I'm finding. Quilters do it too. Crafty and creative people of all sorts seem to have projects that linger. It helps me to know that.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Has anyone seen the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >new</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> Berroco Seduce? I so badly want to </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >start</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> a </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">project with that!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In all my reading and random searching of blogs this little ge</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">m popped up. I know there are all sorts of journals you can buy, but this puppy is FREE! I don't know how well I will use these pages, but I did download and save a copy for mys</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">elf just in case. Everything from graph paper to keeping track of works in progress, there is a sheet for everything. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Kathryn Ivy's site has this </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://kathrynivy.com/patterns/extras/knitting-journal/">Knitting Journal (Designed by Grace Schnebly)</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> and I think it is just plain cool! Check it out and let me know what you think.... There are a number of do it yourself items on the sidebar as well.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Other than that, my nephew is here. What a sport he is! They live far </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">enough away that he barely knows us, and yet he is here for two weeks. See, we went to Oregon to visit</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> family and on our way out of town we stopped to say goodbye. My sister in law asked if I wanted to take a kid home. Kind of feeling put on the spot I said "yes", and then immediately started thinking if this was a good idea or not. Besides the 7 hour drive we were about to take on, he doesn't really know us! Yet, in about 15 minutes we were on our way home with an additional passenger....for a 2 week stay! </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4AWXw-mywNOvYLktdoAWLxnpIpYoCkoeO71FQwNWt1cHCRqrJlZJrgW9x5UtA52XMZFpagHdRM5RYrDTNb3rH3KqTyIY80UzfjLv5HuKgqRZsKi6idInBw5djbyXh18f_1uKXg/s1600-h/DSC_0212.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4AWXw-mywNOvYLktdoAWLxnpIpYoCkoeO71FQwNWt1cHCRqrJlZJrgW9x5UtA52XMZFpagHdRM5RYrDTNb3rH3KqTyIY80UzfjLv5HuKgqRZsKi6idInBw5djbyXh18f_1uKXg/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732793238719650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It has been a blast is all I can say. He did great in the car and every time the phone rings he yells "I'm not ready to go home yet!". I like to think that this means he likes us. My brother just thinks we are spoiling him. Who knows? I just know that I am not ready for him to go home yet either.<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigALWwVo4kQGHMc70odAEEXkPBGUWs3fmQRgfE_Y7Ebijd1gLNK_YFSg11sxnLBR_QRCvWX4H3FPE3J1laEXyQRoBH3BVAZ14GKOC3sWi2qm3Z8L4cRMauANlo4tAOh2tk71OCBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigALWwVo4kQGHMc70odAEEXkPBGUWs3fmQRgfE_Y7Ebijd1gLNK_YFSg11sxnLBR_QRCvWX4H3FPE3J1laEXyQRoBH3BVAZ14GKOC3sWi2qm3Z8L4cRMauANlo4tAOh2tk71OCBQ/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204734541290409138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1dCy1n03YGEskJtrbY38ggKqHsAlB2qnf9pLlzJlVNFY5DVOIXmFtADUX8KKBjkie223A5_Dwkg0e-MYVjIVlE9Qo6WpEXoaa82v3X_Kvde84ORfch07uMZTcSWKNWCw04QmZw/s1600-h/DSC_0217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1dCy1n03YGEskJtrbY38ggKqHsAlB2qnf9pLlzJlVNFY5DVOIXmFtADUX8KKBjkie223A5_Dwkg0e-MYVjIVlE9Qo6WpEXoaa82v3X_Kvde84ORfch07uMZTcSWKNWCw04QmZw/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204735254254980290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-80029538726906454262008-05-21T16:58:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:51.390-07:00Appalachia 2008 Video<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/89mBC-G4buE&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/89mBC-G4buE&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-14693502590355518282008-05-21T13:58:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:51.392-07:00"We want to work!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN66rEjqI5GmWm1VBqD9wYi4xxhaKbaguYIZBGVgHUwi0YMXnR7nPlDcQZqEm13BrG0m-SEKC9kISZXVxK_O6AhRz9UwDm_hw1Z4NHJ0w7Ia-Zf9xqmwUO2NsFats808wqpc_gkg/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN66rEjqI5GmWm1VBqD9wYi4xxhaKbaguYIZBGVgHUwi0YMXnR7nPlDcQZqEm13BrG0m-SEKC9kISZXVxK_O6AhRz9UwDm_hw1Z4NHJ0w7Ia-Zf9xqmwUO2NsFats808wqpc_gkg/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202954350016909842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After a quick trip to Oregon, I am back and can continue the story....</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As I said, we had a couple of days of feeling like we needed to do <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">more</span>. From the beginning I mentioned how much I love these kids. Hopefully you are b</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">eginn</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ing to understand why and maybe love them a bit yourself....I should high</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">light that thes</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">e</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> kids worked hard to get the money for the trip as well. They did car washes, yard work, dog walking, jobs, babysitting, and asking friends, family and business for</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> donations. Each of them came up with 700.00 and I am darn proud of them</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">! They raised the money to go and spend a week working and d</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">arn it, they wanted to WORK! </span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />My group spent a couple of days doing things around the camp</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> but never in</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">teracting with many people. They felt like they hadn't met any families or been very c</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">hallenged by the chores they had been given.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Arrival of days 3 and 4 were awesome! After whining to Head</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> Ho</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ncho Rob, we were able to switch it up a bit and my group was able to head out into Kentucky at long last.<br /></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">We met up with our CAP worker, and headed off to the home of a sweet lady named "D". She is a single mom who is raising her two children, 4 aba</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ndoned kittens, and a classic Southern front porch puppy! I spent a bit of time talking wit</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">h her and found that her family went back in this particular holler as long as anyone could remember or know. She was one of 15 children in her own family, and they all remain </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">in the holler and are quite close. She said she hardly knows an</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">yone outside of her own family, and besides, who needs friends when you have that many siblings!</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdRVvlwkBwaR9BLlL7xaH5bdGN9ZFgtpDpm5z4mmXj0cCK78HgYkc6CDuae18OseMvy5uTzC8cEv4hflisJo-QXt-TQ2nUybuScXXf7UqlFiMa0yHJPST5o4G55pE_3AY-vtE5g/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+477.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdRVvlwkBwaR9BLlL7xaH5bdGN9ZFgtpDpm5z4mmXj0cCK78HgYkc6CDuae18OseMvy5uTzC8cEv4hflisJo-QXt-TQ2nUybuScXXf7UqlFiMa0yHJPST5o4G55pE_3AY-vtE5g/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202955569787621938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">D was in a small mobile home and it was in great need of updating. CAP is a local organization that is amazing!! Go check it out <a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.christianapp.org/">HERE</a></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Basically they determine need and work it all out with the people the</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">y serve. They have on going projects and we just come in and help them where they</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> are at on specific sites. Unlike Mexico, there isn't a clear completion of a proje</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ct (like building a house) but we still made a lot of progress.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />D's house had already been roofed and new decks built. Sh</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">e had a</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> door that opened to nothing and a deck was made for it. We showed up and finis</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">hed the deck, railings and spindles. We also finished much of the new siding and soffetts around the house. Oh, and did I mention how much I love my highschool friends? The</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">y used their lunch time to build a dog house for the puppy out of scrap material! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyPPjc4XS6zIsz9yMSYmQbIYi4KvHHNDpNVzUuuKpSdk8nB4xS8tczRPRaZ50WjSOue51X0KWj9p7YDLUVX3SvdVV9rLsG3s1EBcoHkAy29IpxsVPLFJDziGGbu3kD8U3YXixyMw/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202954878297887266" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBArHseJtJIDgubHWEK5T7_kUWRVt02smwhaZ8Aqmcc7d0KtA_hwQkhhuXxRk9mxKC5wU2QzydbfGfZ3daEh8V9EDxrJYREDG9HQzNx65JlNxUDUWiBKGeuflo8dPho93rXSKDg/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+367.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBArHseJtJIDgubHWEK5T7_kUWRVt02smwhaZ8Aqmcc7d0KtA_hwQkhhuXxRk9mxKC5wU2QzydbfGfZ3daEh8V9EDxrJYREDG9HQzNx65JlNxUDUWiBKGeuflo8dPho93rXSKDg/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202949754401903090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">We instantly loved this little family and she was so kind to all of us. She was out with us all day, each day, appreciative and open to conversation about everything. We learned so much about her, and I know none of us will ever forget this amazing woman! I think we all made a loving impression on her as well.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />The days were long and hot, and the work was rewarding. I think it is also safe to say that the kids I hang out with came away with what they wanted to experience...truly helping someone out and making an impact for the better. They learned that you make an impact in the world in big ways that are tangible and in small ways that may never be seen. While the work at D's house <span style="font-style: italic;">seemed </span>like it was the most significant, I know for a fact that the work we did around the camp was profound. It was helping the people who serve there day in and day out. It was coming along side of people who also get little recognition and giving them some encouragement in what they do each and every day. We got to see both sides of serving, great humility and sweet reward.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-85896290694897114402008-05-14T12:01:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:51.393-07:00...and the next day<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am a mom. Any mom out there will relate to this part of my story. When you are a mom, and then work with kids on top of it all, you tend to see them all as <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">yours. </span>I feel so loyal to these highschool friends of mine that I not only want to prote</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ct them, but alternately want to see them get the best out of life...especially on an adventure like this. I wanted EPIC for each and every one of them.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Day 1, while good in it's own way, was a bit of a disappointment. I felt it, and the kids were feeling it too, which didn't help my mood any what so ever. I bit my tongue and hoped the next day would be an improvement. It was not.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Day 2 dawned and we were told that they have this beautification campaign going on in Kentucky and they are encouraging people to clean up the roadsides. Fair enough. Remember that we were in a very poor area, in fact the 3rd poores</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">t county in the United States. When you have to pay for trash service, and you can barely survive as it is, you tend to not pay and toss your trash out into the roadsides hither and yon.<br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxb2Q1F6QOtX90Be6ee3lxPJ2Sq1h6-EK8lVGn02NiTYGEBVObKwErNhF4puyU-4VLniiiyl6k21nRYwPHQIU4iizJObgR719UMuCyw7CIbObRZthgxRCZombA141F0ncB9wDyA/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxb2Q1F6QOtX90Be6ee3lxPJ2Sq1h6-EK8lVGn02NiTYGEBVObKwErNhF4puyU-4VLniiiyl6k21nRYwPHQIU4iizJObgR719UMuCyw7CIbObRZthgxRCZombA141F0ncB9wDyA/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200324563016405442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The problem for me was not only the safety part of it, but the lack of organization. It felt like they didn't quite know what to do with us and so they gav</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">e us this task as "busy work". They also handed us a box of latex gloves (and fancy orange vests) as the only protection for picking up all manner of trash....tires, broken televisions, bags of abandoned trash, and lots of broken glass.<br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdh3K9TvnaDjXyKAoNXE1hJrb4rLdMpr3TWvOJPli2mYdFjkRuCE1WNlchigxxPiXbMZz8jTuPWn863dhz1Rrh7GZfyvsRJawIziNyAxcPmK3prV-aLrL0vqMghTEZuRYaeSHriA/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdh3K9TvnaDjXyKAoNXE1hJrb4rLdMpr3TWvOJPli2mYdFjkRuCE1WNlchigxxPiXbMZz8jTuPWn863dhz1Rrh7GZfyvsRJawIziNyAxcPmK3prV-aLrL0vqMghTEZuRYaeSHriA/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200318069025853874" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />It was a tough sell, I am not going to lie. The work stunk and the kids were doing their best but it wasn't easy for them to stay positive. I was really wrestling with how to approach Head Honcho Rob at the end of the day. I did not want to </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">seem like a whiny complainer, but yet I felt like my group was missing out. I knew Rob, while Head Honcho and all, was really not the one calling the shots with what each gro</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">up was assigned to do for the day. In the back of my mind I kept thinking "Well, we came to serve and not complain"....yet it didn't really feel like we were serving.<br /><br />We made the best of it and by "we" I really mean ME. I tried hard to chuck my own nasty feelings and look for the opportunities. There were many and in the end I was appreciative of the day.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Being able to walk along roads that few people ever do was wonderful. I was able to get into some really deep conversations with my small group that might not have happened otherwise. </span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">One of our topics was how we can poison each other with our words. If I am not enjoying myself and think picking up trash is infuriating to say the least...then I tell everyone about how awful I feel, soon enough others begin to feel the same way. How we talk about each other, or the things we choose to share c</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">an really matter. In life we need to be so careful about how we talk to others because our opinions or bad attitudes can go much further than we realize. Words matter and have</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> meaning...choose them carefully.<br /><br />I watched the kids begin to encourage each other in the most precious ways. In the end we had somehow turned it into a silly competition about getting the most trash. Final tally: 14 tires, 3 televisions, a car bumper, one dog skull (yeah, ick!!), and 21 assorted bags of trash!<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dORnj5nScLmLi6srkvIK3f5iSQfLjpDaQZdXdMdRXLDPS3iQJUHuladrP1ulOZ7o9zBWpC8RYPdZmZaxkjoo5c18d-EnCsC5rYImM-IT6Jn1SABuKUHLp2DB-CAGKBpwmJiBvg/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+213.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dORnj5nScLmLi6srkvIK3f5iSQfLjpDaQZdXdMdRXLDPS3iQJUHuladrP1ulOZ7o9zBWpC8RYPdZmZaxkjoo5c18d-EnCsC5rYImM-IT6Jn1SABuKUHLp2DB-CAGKBpwmJiBvg/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200326134974435810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Another thing that came up was about our contribution those first two days. No one was ever going to know we were there. No one was necessarily going to appreciate what we were doing and we would not receive any kudos or reward for it. We did quite a bit of work around the camp as well (a summer camp for local kids) and none</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> of those summer kids would ever appreciate or see us. I did my best to explain that this is like real life in so many ways (can I get a "here! here!" from the moms out there...). Being the kind of person who will work and serve with humility is a great lesson for any of us, but these kids really learned it...pressed in deeply. They "got it" and it makes me want to blubber and cry just thinking about well they "got it".<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97a2s5KqqBIkLKjzvQit1kYdaFxSakOG-baqYDrlyOflwSCXWBkrKVWDgydWgIIozUaRWb0h_H0V10cnLguIfqnpFheThYiwZtQmM_5KP44bSRlZVP0-Qb2KXDG5XdPeef4urbA/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+212.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97a2s5KqqBIkLKjzvQit1kYdaFxSakOG-baqYDrlyOflwSCXWBkrKVWDgydWgIIozUaRWb0h_H0V10cnLguIfqnpFheThYiwZtQmM_5KP44bSRlZVP0-Qb2KXDG5XdPeef4urbA/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200325275980976594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I will wrap up with leading into day 3. I did finally work up the nerve (aka "momma bear" fight) to talk to Head Honcho Rob. I was on my way but and ran into my good friend and co-leader, Eddie. He was coming back from the same talk I was heading towards and so I didn't feel like I needed to keep going. It had been said.<br /><br />The next morning we were all in a leader meeting and getting our marching orders for the day. Turns out we were supposed to spend the day at camp AGAIN and do some raking. I took a deep breath and layed it out there...fighting tears if I have to be honest. Sticking up for kids who had worked hard to raise 700.00 each to come on this trip. Kids who were here to meet people and do something that mattered, and that would last beyond them a bit and they weren't getting that experience.<br /><br />Head Honcho Rob heard every word and even though he could not do anything about what was assigned to us, we did some juggling internally with our groups. Next thing I know I am telling kids to pack their lunches....we are outta here!!<br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-45860741312097682662008-05-10T15:09:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:51.395-07:00First Day's Work<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">We all woke up and had breakfast. Many of the kids packed lunche</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">s, but some of us lucky few had lunch provided where we were working that day! With a group our size, we break the kids into work teams and all head off to different work site</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">s. In Mexico last year we had 3 teams and we were able to build 3 houses. T</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">his trip is we split into 5 work crews and all head out in different directions.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />The crew I had with me didn't get too far. We went into a little town</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> called McKee. If you have never heard of it, don't worry. I hadn't either and I don't think too many people have. Although it is an adorable little town of less than a thousand people, it is certainly a kind of "blink and you'll miss it" place. I will say that the local g</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">as station</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> was quite happy when we pulled in and filled up 6 vans! They even said </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">THANKS</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">!!<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Our job that day was to actually help out Sister Mary at the church she tends. It was obvious someone told her a group of teens were coming to help and to make a list.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> She pulled out her little notebook and walked us around the place, pointi</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">ng here and there, and explaining what she would like to see get done. I was able to get the kids</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> to say what they wanted to do, and we were nearly finished before lunch. Sister Mary fed us all hot dogs, beans, salad and an amazing home made corn relish.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShXvYf_4XGsO1o2cYtjqaLKxawYblRNuPP1cB_meIoZ4YxLgThpyBjLnZW8e-MmKJD2n63VP6i4H_n_lCj8weytFvrWWrDn9x4G-omDFsqdP8LuMedeIhzdOizcXSQekILj2keg/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShXvYf_4XGsO1o2cYtjqaLKxawYblRNuPP1cB_meIoZ4YxLgThpyBjLnZW8e-MmKJD2n63VP6i4H_n_lCj8weytFvrWWrDn9x4G-omDFsqdP8LuMedeIhzdOizcXSQekILj2keg/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198888899556263170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpPh-zvTJ5K18OSj2BxOxSW3D-i5QEKL7lIF3Ytdhi9eXopUFt_EmYsyJ2DUwlHKdr6yorXHmTSU_1OoEeCoOu_U6wskCz33QXH_aRvfatmDfiY36nKmST__WhpxlhNYLpEpzyQ/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpPh-zvTJ5K18OSj2BxOxSW3D-i5QEKL7lIF3Ytdhi9eXopUFt_EmYsyJ2DUwlHKdr6yorXHmTSU_1OoEeCoOu_U6wskCz33QXH_aRvfatmDfiY36nKmST__WhpxlhNYLpEpzyQ/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198881387658462354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-oSub3sKwzyYEcSYQs6zbJmwcr24_VYG_pw0Cg_CpCnHOTmZWCINHNAZoAQP_am3EOffrcwSAc1bYE7EG2hoJfUrMxJCINiqQPNohF9YuRw6vWaa22BHBDkCvNtqV3ugf55Cv6g/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-oSub3sKwzyYEcSYQs6zbJmwcr24_VYG_pw0Cg_CpCnHOTmZWCINHNAZoAQP_am3EOffrcwSAc1bYE7EG2hoJfUrMxJCINiqQPNohF9YuRw6vWaa22BHBDkCvNtqV3ugf55Cv6g/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198883281739039922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I told her we had some more time and to think of anything else we could do while she had us at her disposal. She found a few more projects, and I would say that we did</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> above and beyond what she expected. I know for a fact that we saved this sweet</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> older gal weeks of working on her knees, and probably a few aches and pains to go with it.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7J5-LEMpkSKUxgHwdXV6SJO8rOisBpvkFkJMqRy3IEtwQ-e7t3FYUXUMiJ8Bis7nX7Sw9ENHajcI7mtFsnOSlWlGneAcAJNqgWFWZAw_UORkTM82PeLwqG7RJ5cd-iR784XD8_w/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+078.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7J5-LEMpkSKUxgHwdXV6SJO8rOisBpvkFkJMqRy3IEtwQ-e7t3FYUXUMiJ8Bis7nX7Sw9ENHajcI7mtFsnOSlWlGneAcAJNqgWFWZAw_UORkTM82PeLwqG7RJ5cd-iR784XD8_w/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198888238131299570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEY-pDHA6drrBhCgkiGXkV9ykdvjBE3vzWmWOPw_8_CjMkqEi9L5BPrVzegOV9TPmz78QBAMN7Of02hOZYhwtGb_2bDhxv3tSi-wyYgfep6Lal0C5-mijtTd0BuZDYCDLzSCPdA/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEY-pDHA6drrBhCgkiGXkV9ykdvjBE3vzWmWOPw_8_CjMkqEi9L5BPrVzegOV9TPmz78QBAMN7Of02hOZYhwtGb_2bDhxv3tSi-wyYgfep6Lal0C5-mijtTd0BuZDYCDLzSCPdA/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198887825814439138" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBzHQa8o_bAYaxqn10qM2EUDgTpl8x0UAoquY2JEjAquSM-wCQRIBKvsCeZDOCKHmtbAgzZBzYETLZpcmonsdLdTfPPHBQ9YFOerG6kOWamQEpH64tEE1aVrqPlXUoOOQ9cFryg/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBzHQa8o_bAYaxqn10qM2EUDgTpl8x0UAoquY2JEjAquSM-wCQRIBKvsCeZDOCKHmtbAgzZBzYETLZpcmonsdLdTfPPHBQ9YFOerG6kOWamQEpH64tEE1aVrqPlXUoOOQ9cFryg/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198882341141202082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPo45b7uevM0LncE_Y9rmKK6m3rhed4umOTwsUvY9kFWZokTdMNgEAH3oQKc-8tSsKbIae72Y2-ol2KaobYKda5C-Mx6FjESCDuOjNKe0hhUR8f3sgipA0VZsZwH3LonWPudYeQ/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPo45b7uevM0LncE_Y9rmKK6m3rhed4umOTwsUvY9kFWZokTdMNgEAH3oQKc-8tSsKbIae72Y2-ol2KaobYKda5C-Mx6FjESCDuOjNKe0hhUR8f3sgipA0VZsZwH3LonWPudYeQ/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198889423542273298" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />A special treat came at nearly the end of the day. A couple of the girls were doing some final work near the front shrubs. They noticed a bird fly out of a very tiny hole. Thinking this was odd, they carefully looked a bit closer.....such a nice treat to see. We carefully walked away and didn't tell anyone else our secret find.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasNQ2sBUaY43fkhstULPFf_NicpOFPZda62U3_4nlcRlpUVM44X2d_XNmhde6Ture71S4_vR_ymzaMd_Yl7WpFejvCq0sMjsWC0GqAzHLDavj7mL4mBm2llufNbbI6l_dzevNsg/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasNQ2sBUaY43fkhstULPFf_NicpOFPZda62U3_4nlcRlpUVM44X2d_XNmhde6Ture71S4_vR_ymzaMd_Yl7WpFejvCq0sMjsWC0GqAzHLDavj7mL4mBm2llufNbbI6l_dzevNsg/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198883801430082754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">At the end of it all, we felt like we had made a new friend. Mary had told us all about her life before coming to this area as well as what she does in reaching out to this small community. It did seem a bit like we were just helping one person, but in reality we were helping a lot of people. Giving Mary a needed break from hard physical work frees her up to love the people that come to see her each day.<br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7ybV6meFNPEWMrwjAjgUf_tfZ92uVWnj2kWi5343_UGFT4LWpmJtgj0we8VmFE3PQaDrTOTHotL_dAzSLvcvAqBB6y4eoLNbWbt-TqU_TT0tvSLbb_KBa80TXrGfidUiclgHhg/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+144.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih7ybV6meFNPEWMrwjAjgUf_tfZ92uVWnj2kWi5343_UGFT4LWpmJtgj0we8VmFE3PQaDrTOTHotL_dAzSLvcvAqBB6y4eoLNbWbt-TqU_TT0tvSLbb_KBa80TXrGfidUiclgHhg/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198884651833607378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33017908.post-91973990202748950182008-05-08T19:31:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:31:51.397-07:00Good Morning Day 1!!<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Recap: Dinner and Rock Band with high school friends, go nigh-night, wake up at 2am and head to airport, spend all day flying all over the place, drive, break down, eat and have Club, drive and finally arrive at camp in Kentucky waaaaay past bedtime.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Morning!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Wow, what a beautiful place! If I didn't already live in one of the most beautiful places created I would venture to say that Tennessee and Kentucky could run a tig</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">ht race for that award. Let me just share a sampling of what I got to see!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSbYr_J40xZwLIBIwQa-4AChb0a1GwOHF3tthZw4OviDGLNJc62MDCoThZkTnvGS1sr0-rl3WA0xnis3UuwlZVbn5P4YckpsfXcu7J5qt7VTcp004WocR4FOp2IWD_UbV6OI42w/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+490.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGSbYr_J40xZwLIBIwQa-4AChb0a1GwOHF3tthZw4OviDGLNJc62MDCoThZkTnvGS1sr0-rl3WA0xnis3UuwlZVbn5P4YckpsfXcu7J5qt7VTcp004WocR4FOp2IWD_UbV6OI42w/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198211521463869122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbYjDGe1vvMIUmqH3j_26BrK2JxzegfvWsX1XMYJV9Dj6DHOK_O762fhq3KxkXrKbOnhEpj3J3iVxnVFxQZf5fC3qqAMlPivQGCaHMd3Y_ZnyzNw2gME_jWm7UM4orFiMtgQ_qHQ/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+485.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbYjDGe1vvMIUmqH3j_26BrK2JxzegfvWsX1XMYJV9Dj6DHOK_O762fhq3KxkXrKbOnhEpj3J3iVxnVFxQZf5fC3qqAMlPivQGCaHMd3Y_ZnyzNw2gME_jWm7UM4orFiMtgQ_qHQ/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198211882241122002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbD6XxAMbjpBQ8Oo6ivzqYFpunbqlIgqRQilu234Td0jdev6p2X3GNWOh7c-RZksJEiiMnT1E_hFn4uz0LKz5pypbSlheTr8UowzsmRVTXIWg-SzCUB8ypJc7dI9ImpS4unYaeA/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbD6XxAMbjpBQ8Oo6ivzqYFpunbqlIgqRQilu234Td0jdev6p2X3GNWOh7c-RZksJEiiMnT1E_hFn4uz0LKz5pypbSlheTr8UowzsmRVTXIWg-SzCUB8ypJc7dI9ImpS4unYaeA/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198210602340867762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">I would be remiss if I did not mention the Red Bud Trees. They were everywhere! I think spring was an amazing time to go because the trees were all just beginning to bud so you could see the halo of green yet could still see through all the branches to the hills beyond. But the Red Bud, well, it was everywhere and I was ooohing and ahhhing at all of it. I so wish that it would grow in my yard!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ednozKmu7TQ3eY_Pcjy-YcwiZZXRrdBMQQim8ebHr5TRSB0sQ5yO-Yz88naiaXsyPOm5Q-FgyUD0K9JHuWpjOcLoQ61TGuANJLf2itRwUd_sELOgTE32XfFsmbIm62qC03f9gw/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ednozKmu7TQ3eY_Pcjy-YcwiZZXRrdBMQQim8ebHr5TRSB0sQ5yO-Yz88naiaXsyPOm5Q-FgyUD0K9JHuWpjOcLoQ61TGuANJLf2itRwUd_sELOgTE32XfFsmbIm62qC03f9gw/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198213694717320930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXce5RB5Du1ABwtZ6Q3bXPKmwlzds-otBtxeaeFohKBlmFBk6xnmr2MtN9i8AqNP4yfBkEXZ5Nsw0oGRqQJsDfQCElI39ZED1FcVGGKxNZU5IcFZf5nvYYXYXiFeXZZ5i0_SKLkg/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+085.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXce5RB5Du1ABwtZ6Q3bXPKmwlzds-otBtxeaeFohKBlmFBk6xnmr2MtN9i8AqNP4yfBkEXZ5Nsw0oGRqQJsDfQCElI39ZED1FcVGGKxNZU5IcFZf5nvYYXYXiFeXZZ5i0_SKLkg/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198214527940976370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwFu8OsZ3tu_CC6RRLLz2aWqgzMYBYtzT1trN4sORxhZ9YRBLaEybPEJa3HopOGzxXK57aDbcp4TssHA_SO5fKBMfBS3j5W7aIk2Infobbz1xjRkRgUqfAM_EnaeTWY4M5j-RuA/s1600-h/Appalachia!!+2008+087.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwFu8OsZ3tu_CC6RRLLz2aWqgzMYBYtzT1trN4sORxhZ9YRBLaEybPEJa3HopOGzxXK57aDbcp4TssHA_SO5fKBMfBS3j5W7aIk2Infobbz1xjRkRgUqfAM_EnaeTWY4M5j-RuA/s320/Appalachia!!+2008+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198214974617575170" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Please, if you do nothing click on this last picture, it is soooo pretty!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span>Auntie Pudentainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13002803263092605924noreply@blogger.com1