<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:51:15.311-08:00</updated><category term='Crochet'/><category term='Hockey'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Get Real'/><category term='Pregnancy talk...'/><category term='Love Garden'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='Pregnant'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='Cross-Stitching'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Chuckles..'/><category term='Wednesday Vents'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Drops of Violet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1917085488908557139</id><published>2011-09-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:55:09.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><title type='text'>You will never be alone....</title><content type='html'>Another day...another reason why cancer &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt; This week I shaved my mothers hair..Never thought in a million years I'd do that.....She began to lose it a few days before and mentioned that it was uncomfortable. This one day she went outside and I'll never forget that day. The wind was blowing (it was almost like being apart of a movie scene) the wind blowing, mom running her fingers through her bristle hair and it blowing away.....it was so surreal. She decided that night to shave her head, NOT completely bald, like a buzz cut. She couldn't look anymore beautiful. I think I took it harder than she. Which if you know me, you know how I am. I wear my heart on my sleeves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Never had I expected to send out requests for free chemo hats. Once you get online and start to look at everything CANCER you realize just how many sites their are and how many people are involved in donating their time and efforts. I found a website called&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.hatsofftochemo.com/"&gt;http://www.hatsofftochemo.com/&lt;/a&gt; where you can choose from many styles and colors of hats for yourself or a loved one.&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt; And they are Canadian!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so many of these people started such wonderful sites is because they want to honor someone they loved whom had/has cancer. Sadly enough, it's only when we are faced with our own tragedy or someone close to us do we see how many great people their are in this world who are truly great &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;hero's.&lt;/span&gt; Too many times we define hero's as hockey player, basketball players, tennis players not to say that they aren't great in their own right but people who help others in their time of need, and or whom just need some uplifting, &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;to me are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;great hero's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After coming back from my mom's first treatment, I called another special place called: &lt;a href="http://www.victoriasquiltscanada.com/"&gt;http://www.victoriasquiltscanada.com/&lt;/a&gt; their you can request a quilt (free of charge)for someone whom has cancer. You can also choose your favorite color. We received ours last week and I must tell you, it is stunning, definitely a labor of love. This to me is incredible. If anyone has ever made a quilt, you know they are time consuming. God Bless these women whom share their time and love for others they don't even know. &lt;span style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;That is truly remarkable.&lt;/span&gt; I am in aw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's got me thinking in what I can do....to show my love for those battling cancer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come back next time to see what I come up with!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lots of love........thanks to the many many volunteers and kind-hearted people all over the world!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To see my MOM smile after looking over the quilt was priceless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1917085488908557139?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1917085488908557139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-will-never-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1917085488908557139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1917085488908557139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-will-never-be-alone.html' title='You will never be alone....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-9121744782138856716</id><published>2011-08-25T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T05:47:33.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drops of Violet: Feelings of Frustrations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/08/feelings-of-frustrations.html?spref=bl"&gt;Drops of Violet: Feelings of Frustrations...&lt;/a&gt;: Have you ever had one of those days that just seems to drag on and on....today is that day! I've been so angry lately...let's go back about ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-9121744782138856716?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/9121744782138856716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/08/drops-of-violet-feelings-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/9121744782138856716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/9121744782138856716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/08/drops-of-violet-feelings-of.html' title='Drops of Violet: Feelings of Frustrations...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-8633945064061660831</id><published>2011-08-24T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:13:34.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><title type='text'>Feelings of Frustrations...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days that just seems to drag on and on....today is that day! I've been so angry lately...let's go back about a month ago...&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I found out that my mom has breast cancer..I felt as though my life was over. How could my mom, the person I admire the most have CANCER...the women whom I knew to be the strongest person in my life, my rock, my best friend,one of the people I love most...I have gone through a few of the stages, feeling sad, feeling angry, feeling OK for now and now I am back at plain old ANGRY at CANCER, the world, life and stupid people around me. Life as I knew would be changed forever. Some days I can't focus on anything, other days go by and I couldn't tell you what I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;As many of you know, I have finally&amp;nbsp;found my birth mother and I haven't spoken to her in a month. I feel guilty because I haven't spoken to her....which I want to...but I can't bring myself to call her for fear of betraying my mom.....When is this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;hurt inside me going to stop? And sadly enough, this just the beginning...chemo is nearing and I feel frightened and scared and I feel as though I can't seem to figure out which emotion to wear...angry, sad, frustrated,alone,upset,disgusted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Can life get any worse...yes it does...some people just don't get it. I am trying so hard to keep calm/keep it together&amp;nbsp;but I'm wondering when it will be time for me to just scream at the top of my lungs. To see someone so close to you go through this is unexplainable...unless you have been through it. I was told by many that it only get harder from here....can she get through it? can I? can we? My head is going a millions miles tonight...Also wondering how some people can be so hurtful and selfish. Life is really unfair at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I've been to many sites trying to read up on many things AND I gotta tell you....I just feel so sick that sooo many women must go through this...(crying on the keys) it's simply unfair. i know that I need to keep thinking positive and some days/minutes/hours I am ...but other times I just feel so...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Sorry this wasn't an uplifting welcome back post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Will be back soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-8633945064061660831?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/8633945064061660831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/08/feelings-of-frustrations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8633945064061660831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8633945064061660831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/08/feelings-of-frustrations.html' title='Feelings of Frustrations...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-119559103377172579</id><published>2011-05-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:43:05.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Real'/><title type='text'>Where do we draw the line....rude parents...</title><content type='html'>Hi all....Glad you stopped by.....I have something I'd like to share with other parents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me know yr opinions.... Last night, at my daughters school...we all gathered in a classroom for poetry reading...First up was the senior Kindergarden class. As we were all getting settled into our seats...my son(15 months old, only walking now for about two weeks) was simply walking around us, not screaming, not fusing, simply enjoying the fact that he was up and walking....this is a school which welcomes all kids, even toddlers to come and go....My son walked towards a little girl in her stroller, she must have been around my little guys age. She had a little doll and my son tried to reach for it and the mother said no, my son kept going to the little girl and wanting to interact, mother couldn't be bothered, he tried taking her doll again and she placed her hand in front of his face and said in a not so nice voice, NO!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was so taken back! Come on...Honestly! We were at a school function....around many kids going here and there...There was no need for such &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ATTITUDE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any good parent, in my mind, would of gotten to her daughters level and actually tried to get the two kids to talk or even ask my son what his name was and be friendly seeing as myself, my fiance, and my parents where all there, sitting right beside her. My son was in no way pulling on the doll or even being pushy....&lt;br /&gt;I was so annoyed and still am. What gave her the right to speak so coldly as she did to my son!&lt;br /&gt;Have we become such a cold society that we deem in necessary to act this way towards others young or old.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Just when you think you've seen/heard it all!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-119559103377172579?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/119559103377172579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-do-we-draw-linerude-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/119559103377172579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/119559103377172579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-do-we-draw-linerude-parents.html' title='Where do we draw the line....rude parents...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-8463861540533983643</id><published>2011-04-27T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:45:42.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Real'/><title type='text'>We are forever riding the ups and downs of life.....</title><content type='html'>Glad you dropped by again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't be my most chipper blog!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been feeling outta sorts...Not sure whether I'm coming or going...As a whole, I think I'm letting to&amp;nbsp; many things upset my balance. I feel as though I've been bouncing up and down emotionally between feeling happy that I finally found my birth mother, happy that my wedding is approaching and seeing how drained I've become with an overload of feelings of guilt, anxiety and too much stress. I like that line from the movie &lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;I Am Sam&lt;/span&gt; : "It's like every morning I wake up and, I fail. And I look around and everybody seems to be pulling it off, but I-I-I can't. No matter how hard I try. Somehow I'll never be enough."&amp;nbsp; I feel as though at times, I look at people around me and everyone else seems to be getting by without many struggles...when I know the truth is that we all have our own struggles. But it seems as though when we do hit a low in our lives everything around us seems somber. I know that I am blessed with beautiful healthy kids, a loving fiance, great parents but it just seems as though at times everything else is a mess...ever feel this way? As though, you try and try...things look good for a while and OOPS...things get clouded again...I guess that is the dependability of life. Every facet of life has it's ups and downs. We fall in love, we fall out of love, you get a job, the next week you lose it. The Habs win, the Habs lose. We clean the house, from top to bottom..just when you think it's done, you half to start all over again! Life would be dull without all of these challenges that we must overcome. It is how we manage to pull ourselves up and rise against these misfortunes that we learn how really strong we are. Still.......life sucks at times...let's be honest! But the next day, we awake and everything is good again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly enough, I've had to put my wedding on hold til next summer...and although I'm okay with it because it's the best decision, I would be lying if I said it didn't tear me up inside. I cannot wait to be Allen's wife...I am so madly in love with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry you came by to hear me vent....Promise next entry will be a good one....All about my night with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BON JOVI!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-8463861540533983643?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/8463861540533983643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-forever-riding-ups-and-downs-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8463861540533983643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8463861540533983643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-forever-riding-ups-and-downs-of.html' title='We are forever riding the ups and downs of life.....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-6869643576932238985</id><published>2011-04-16T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:17:59.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Finding Birth Mother is not about closure....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good Afternoon all...Happy Saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There is something  very satisfying in figuring out a mystery...don't you think? Especially surrounding the mystery of where you came from. I was going to say 'who I am' but I know who I Am...I have two loving parents whom I adore more than life, a great brother who drives me crazy but I wouldn't change him for the world. I have a man who adores me and I him and two beautiful kids. My life up until now has been great. I was raised with much love, warmth and kindness. I couldn't of asked for a better home life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;In the same breath I will admit to saying that at times I did question myself, my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever played with puzzles growing up? I sorta equate my life to being a puzzle...trying to figure out how the pieces fit together...trying to find the mystery of where each piece connects to each other. How the picture looks as a whole. Have you ever almost finished the puzzle and could not find the last piece?&amp;nbsp; Each piece is invaluable. Each piece matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;For me there has been such a great feeling of fulfillment. A serenity that has been missing in my head. I feel comforted in the fact that she is in my life now and that she is no longer just the women who gave birth to me. She is in fact, a friend, someone whom I keep near and dear to my heart and always will. She is a women who has strength and courage and who has given me the best life possible. A good friend of mine recently shared with me a story her mother told her about the two men in her life and this is also true for me..&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I AM lucky, lucky to have two women in my life. One who gave me life, and ONE who gave me a life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Both have contributed to my life. After many conversation with my b-mom, I am understanding more and more each day why she couldn't care for me. Not sure why, but I really don't have any anger towards her. I just believe that God had other plans for me. And now we are back in each others lives. Which makes everything seem redundant. Things happen for a reason! As far as my birth father is concerned, I am laying that ghost to rest. I am not in search nor will I ever be. I am quite content for now, with the way things are. In life, we can't always have everything we want. I am at a happy place in my life and the rest will shape itself as it sees fit. For me, this journey has re-introduce that missing piece I have been searching for. I'm feeling blessed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The more people you can surround yourself&amp;nbsp; whom matter to you, the richer your life becomes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DK82XGjqT70/TannEgJ3c9I/AAAAAAAAApE/-N4JqI0wlAM/s1600/warren_7hearts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DK82XGjqT70/TannEgJ3c9I/AAAAAAAAApE/-N4JqI0wlAM/s400/warren_7hearts.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can you find the seven hearts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have a great weekend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take time to tell yr loved ones, they matter! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;This beautiful images comes from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; http://www.planetperplex.com/en/item/7-hearts/&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-6869643576932238985?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/6869643576932238985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/finding-birth-mother-is-not-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/6869643576932238985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/6869643576932238985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/finding-birth-mother-is-not-about.html' title='Finding Birth Mother is not about closure....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DK82XGjqT70/TannEgJ3c9I/AAAAAAAAApE/-N4JqI0wlAM/s72-c/warren_7hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-3969772832914610706</id><published>2011-04-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:52:57.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thanks for stopping by...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hope all is well with you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am still amazed at looking at photos of my b-mother and seeing a resemblance. I cannot stop looking at her photo on my fridge, it just gives me such a warm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The more we talk on the phone, the more I notice everything we have in common. We worry way to much about everything and anything, we question God about everything and the list goes on. I cannot wait to meet her and see how much more we are alike and to observe our physical similarities/attributes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's been such a roller coaster ride lately. We all have wishes we hope will come true(we all know that not all of them can happen) but for me, this past month, I can definitely scratch a big one of my list. The one thing I cannot get out of my head is that when I was born she wasn't able to hold me, wasn't able to give me my first and last kiss. Can you imagine what it must of felt. As a mother I am now able to put myself in her shoes. I don't know what I would of done or if I would of been strong enough. *tears rolling done my face* She put me first, my needs first...how could I of hated this lady for so long when what she did was give another family a miracle. I know my own hurt, but never will I feel what she must of gone through. To have her in front of me, right now, I would hold her and tell her how much I appreciate her, and tell her that we may have had a rocky start to our journey but that the ending will certainly be much better, much happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If I can share just one piece of advice with other &lt;/span&gt;adoptees&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.....don't wait to long to search. I know not all stories have their happy endings but isn't it better to know some information, some piece of your puzzle then to keep wondering and go through life thinking you have all the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For many years, I was angry and upset because I had it in  my head that 'no good mother could give up their baby and that their wasn't any good enough reason.' After all these years, I was terribly wrong...sadly enough their are many reasons why a GOOD mother could give her baby up for a better life as sad as it may sound. Life is not always easy. Life is complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I will admit that when I do talk with my birth mother, a part of me still feels as though I am betraying my mom. Not sure how long that feeling will last. I know I shouldn't feel this way. My mother is my best friend. She is so kind, funny, heart-felt, warm, understanding and has always lifted me up when I need someone to be strong beside me. Words cannot express how much I love her to pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In such a short time, I am growing strong feelings towards my birth mother. I think * smiling* this will be a a good time to just let things/feelings happen as they will...and not try to &lt;/span&gt;analyze&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; it to death. I feel good towards everything that is happening...this is me letting it all in, as it may! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a beautiful poem I found on adoption....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comeunity.com/adoption/adopt/sharing-poem.html"&gt;http://www.comeunity.com/adoption/adopt/sharing-poem.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Have yourself a great day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Awaiting the day to meet my birth mother....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-3969772832914610706?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/3969772832914610706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/3969772832914610706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/3969772832914610706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-5902063825845974507</id><published>2011-04-11T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:14:54.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Invisible but real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good afternoon all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;As one door opens another may be permanently closed. Throughout all this process I was always so focused on finding my birth-mother and to finding out if I did indeed have siblings....that I honestly never gave to much thought process on my birth father...Not even quite sure why..Perhaps because it was she that carried me for 9 months. I am not sure I will ever find him or know anything much about him. I can't say I have ever thought of what he may be like/look like. Will I be okay with never knowing...can I get through another chapter of my life with more unanswered questions. I don't know! Should I be happy with what I know and not be selfish! Is it my right to know...As I mentioned before adoption is challenging. I feel like I don't want to "rock the boat." I know that I have a sister but to be honest with you I am scared to death to call her. And I'm not quite sure why. I still feel like their is a chance for rejection.  I want to yell from the roof tops that I finally found the women I longed for, for years....yet it is still so new and fresh...Even after you find yr b-parents their is still so much of the unknown. What if I say or do something that upsets them? What if I didn't turn out the way she expected I would. As you can see I'm still all over the place. I have met some of her family whom all seem very friendly and willing to fill in some blanks. They seem to be very accepting of me, which makes everything comforting. Although our lives have been lived apart, when talking with her I have found that many similarities do exist! I do hope to continue to grow from this experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;When we do meet, perhaps it will be time to give ourselves, permission to feel and experience each others emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Please feel free to comment/post a message....it's funny how when we share emotions with others, we learn more about others and ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-5902063825845974507?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/5902063825845974507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/invisible-but-real.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5902063825845974507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5902063825845974507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/invisible-but-real.html' title='Invisible but real...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1011866249814064569</id><published>2011-04-10T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T13:18:57.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good nights rest, a great night with the kids and enjoying a great bonfire, I see life a little more clear. Ever notice how we seem to dwell to much on things/people we cannot change? Myself included. I've notice for some time now, letting life pass me by, that I've been spending to much time worrying about people who may or may not want to be in my life. When Spring comes along we do some spring cleaning, right? Well I think life should be as so. We should cleanse our minds of all the bullshit around us. (excuse the language) Life is so short, and honestly, we all know the people who truly make a difference in our lives, they are what matters. I still can't get over the fact that for a long time I carried such resentment and raw anger towards my b-parents. But in one single phone call, my thoughts and feelings changed. Funny how that can happen. In speaking with my birth mom, I felt all the sadness and anger rush out of me. I heard the one thing I had longed to hear. I heard in that soft voice, I loved you and I thought about you all those years we were apart. I wished nothing but the best for you. My heart honestly sanked to my knees. I felt overwhelmed, it has only been a few weeks and I play that conversation in my mind daily and smile, smile whole-heartily. It is an indescribable feeling. It's funny how you can love someone without even knowing that person.  Many adoptees think that since their mothers abandoned them, others in their lives will also abandon them. Something I struggled with very much. In many of my relationships still to this day I am somewhat freaked out about the people close to me leaving...I may always have these feelings but perhaps now they will slowly fade away. Being adopted has it's challenges. Upon hearing my birthmother's story, and learning the circumstances of her  situation and the reasons she gave me up, I reached a new perspective --  I was not rejected because I was inadequate or because of who I was,  but because of the circumstances in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally going to meet her this summer, if all goes well. And I think my birth mother will smile beatifically          and welcome me with open arms as I will her. I am hoping she will accept me as I am, be proud of          my accomplishments and enrich my life with her great knowledge. I am ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1011866249814064569?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1011866249814064569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1011866249814064569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1011866249814064569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-7095841047616071925</id><published>2011-04-09T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:52:23.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Lifes Changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hi again...Hope all is well with you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I don't think people whom are not adopted get how it can play a major role in someones life. It can affect us in our everyday lives. I have absolutely without a doubt in my mind have had a great upbringing. Life with my parents and brother has been great. I couldn't of picked better parents myself if I had the chance. But being an adopted person I always felt as though a piece of me was missing. Thankfully I never had to question whether or not I fit in with family. My parents are an open book. My mom and I throughout my life have spoken about my adoption, not in any lenghty conversations because I wanted nothing to do with my b-parents but I think I was also scared that if I questioned things too much it would mean I was unhappy with them. I guess the reason I writing this blog is to help me get things of my chest but also to perhaps help someone in their discovery of their b-parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I can recall getting in an argument with a cousin and him stating that I wasn't his true cousin which at the time really hurt my feelings but now looking back we were only kids. They say that after a while, you start resembling the people you live with...to this day people mix up my mom's voice on the phone with mine. We are so much alike. I always believed that I would try to find my birth parents after my parents passed on, but something compelled me to search a few weeks ago. Never did I think after a few shorts hours on internet and two phone calls later that I would hear her voice, THE voice, a soft voice which seemed to be in a state of shock as I was. I honestly thought there is no way I was going to find her seeing as my adoption papers had just arrived that day. That day has changed my life for the better. I feel as though pieces to my heart can re-attach themselves and be whole again. If that makes sense!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nite Nite for now....Feel free to leave me comments   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-7095841047616071925?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/7095841047616071925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/lifes-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7095841047616071925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7095841047616071925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/lifes-changes.html' title='Lifes Changes...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1795448816552810526</id><published>2011-04-08T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:09:23.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe many of us adoptee's misinterpret our adoption and feel rejected because of not knowing the facts or circumstances that resulted in our adoption. Which is understandable. My emotional needs where sadly not met until I finally spoke with my birth mother. This is so hard to put  into words...Sorry in advance for jumping all over, my thoughts and feelings on this subject are so near and dear to my heart that I am all over the place. Growing up I had so many questions and I never thought in a million years that I would find her. What I did always dream of is having a sister to whom I could share sisterly things with. My wish has come true...I found out that I do in fact have a sister, and an older one at that! I am still trying to navigate around all of these fragile issues I have. What I can tell you is that, in the last few weeks of finding my b-mother I see life a little more clear. I think too much time has passed dwelling on things I didn't know and couldn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I should rewind a bit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did in fact find my birth mother...a few weeks ago...after sending away for papers for more info on my adoption. You see, since having my two kids, I've been more curious. After carrying them for 9 months and then finally getting to hold them, I realized something very important. There must of been a good reason for my b-mother to let me go. I can't imagine a parent giving up their child. Growing up, I always thought of how I felt and never what she must of been going through. Which I think is only natural. I remember having discussion's in high school about adoption. I also recall the teacher telling me that I shouldn't be so angry with my b-parents because they did indeed give me life and a good one at that. Truthfully, I was quite angry at that point in time. And I didn't want to hear about my b-mothers feelings.  And I didn't want to acknowledge her strenght and courage for giving me a better chance in life which she probably believed she couldn't give me. Lots has change since then and since speaking with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1795448816552810526?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1795448816552810526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-believe-many-of-us-adoptees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1795448816552810526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1795448816552810526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-believe-many-of-us-adoptees.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-2835124598311116008</id><published>2011-04-08T15:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:10:03.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Finding missing pieces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry for being out of touch for so long.....I've been busy with kids...school activities...and finding missing pieces of my life story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Where do I begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess I'll just start from the beginning...At a young age...I remember my parents telling me I was adopted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I knew that I didn't quite understand what that meant but by the look in my parents eyes I knew it was something big. Something serious. They sat me down and explained as best as they knew how.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At the age of 35 now, I honestly don't remember what the conversation was between me and my parents. But I do remember crying and feeling somewhat sad. After some time I do remember feeling a little angry that this women whom carried me for 9 months didn't want me. I felt this way for many years, if I'm being truthful with you.  Up until I had my own kids, I had so many mixed emotions of loss,trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;abandonment&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;,attachment.I hated going to visit family members whom lived out of town because the day we left was always so difficult for me. Sadly enough I also felt guilty because I was upset with my grandmother when she died because I felt like she left me. My parents have always encouraged us to explore our thoughts, feelings. They have always been supportive in us finding our birth parents. But many of us feel that if we are too inquisitive, we may look ungrateful. The last thing I would want to do is hurt my adoptive parents feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;As a young child, I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;some girl taunting me and telling me that she knew why my birth mother had left me. For days, she would verbalize the reasons why she thought my b-mom gave me up such as: I was a terrible baby, ugly baby, bad baby. I cried a whole lot and thankfully my mom was there to comfort me and hold me. Still, I felt as though a piece of me was missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kids can be so cruel at times and very hurtful. And sadly enough it has always stayed with me. Funny how we tend to let what others say really affect us. We need to stop giving people so much power/control over our lives. I know we were both young but I bet if you recall your childhood there is probably someone or some situation that you remember which is still embedded in your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Even as adults we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;tend to let annoying people take up more mind space, making them more visible than their numbers warrant. You have to remember that anyone who deliberately sets out to make someone else upset is not happy themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sorry got off track there for a moment. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;More posts to come...My computer keeps crashing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please let me know about yr stories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-2835124598311116008?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/2835124598311116008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/finding-missing-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2835124598311116008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2835124598311116008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2011/04/finding-missing-pieces.html' title='Finding missing pieces...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-7185713516789344304</id><published>2010-03-22T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:44:55.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Oh MY Gosh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calling all mothers......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good Evening to all...The reason I said mothers a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nd not fathers is that... It is us...the mothers whom buy their kids clothes for the most part...and choose what outfits they w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ill wear everyday...and it is us that fall in love with MOST pieces and have a hard time parting with them....I am now a mother of two: a girl and a boy...I was soooo wishing that my second child would be a girl...so that she could wear all the cute, adorable, sw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eet and girly clothes my daughter had. But I had a handsome little boy whom I wouldn't trade for the world....new clothes to indulge in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S6jArYGpp7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/t9xHtIzNyUA/s1600-h/baby+clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S6jArYGpp7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/t9xHtIzNyUA/s200/baby+clothes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451819200369239986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Tonite I had the bright idea of sorting through the clothes....I thought it was time to give some to my friend, some to people whom perhaps need help and sell some...I sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;rted off well...I had one bag for my friend, a bag for whomever, one to sell AND of coarse a bag for me. YES, I said me. That is for my daughter when she grows up. I was doing well...The clothes were dispersing well. Until I started getting emotional and started hording all the clothes in the ME bag!! And then I started to remember her in this dress and those jeans, and that shirt and that pajama....And I suddenly felt old and felt like I was loosing my little girl...She is only 4 now but where did those time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;s go...Perhaps this was not the best night....and so soon after giving birth to my second...Hormones do have a way of making things i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;n your head go a little wacky at times!  haha&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S6jDqwbr4fI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jsKQUS4cAMs/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S6jDqwbr4fI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jsKQUS4cAMs/s200/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451822488254931442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Why is it so hard for us to let go of certain things. Just the other day, I was cleaning out a kitchen shelf and found a few sippy cups Hope drank from and thought...she doesn't drink from them anymore...she's too old...I'll just get rid of them....well...sadly enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;...they are still on my kitchen counter!!!   AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel as though I need to keep everything in order to remember? Everything I need to remember is in my heart... YES, corny answer but it is true. It's not a bunch of clothes that will make me remember the found memories we had together...Such as playing at the park, in the pool, going to the movies together, laughing while making funny crafts...Your memories are a part of you, they go with you everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that answer doesn't help....let us not forget the hundreds of pictures we have of our children...These days it seems like every event/moment is captured on camera...Thank God for digital cameras you can take hundreds of pictures, delete them, crop them and take the best ones and place them in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is funny...We tend to place to much value on things/material things. In the next few months I will try to get rid of more clothes...let them go to good use....Why keep them just to collect dust mites and/or go out of style while someone can be benefiting from them!! My mom kept some clothes from my childhood and I haven't done anything with them. They are really not in style...I did put a few on Hope and take pictur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;es but that is really about it. So honestly, keeping them didn't really benefit me, I had a chuckle about the clothes I wore...that's about it!!! Back in the bin they went..With some of my babies toys which again...we really have no use for.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The one thing I am doing....Is keeping some clothes to make a quilt. I think it would be kewl to make a blanket with some of her clothes. Yet another way of keeping me closer to that special place in time....if it's gonna make me happy, who cares!!!  On cold days, I will wrap myself in the blanket and keep warm in the clothes I put my little one in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am feeling happy that I can give some clothes away to perhaps people who need the help. It's always nice to give something back! If you have the extra clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; look around you, someone close by may need some extra clothes. We all know how little some clothes gets warn at the beginning. And every little bit helps. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S6jA4hOq_JI/AAAAAAAAAoI/UvMq0VX9zsw/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S6jA4hOq_JI/AAAAAAAAAoI/UvMq0VX9zsw/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451819426157100178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye for now...&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S    If you see your child growing out of certain outfits...take lots of pictures of him/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;her in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-7185713516789344304?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/7185713516789344304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7185713516789344304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7185713516789344304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh MY Gosh....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S6jArYGpp7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/t9xHtIzNyUA/s72-c/baby+clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-381972476417374445</id><published>2010-03-14T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:45:21.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Growing up too fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Kids....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a parent, I've realized that things are not always easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Are kids first of all...grow up WAY to fast...and why is that exactly ...the logic answer is time..but as you learn it's not that of a simple answer. We as a society want our kids to grow up way to quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;We give them toys that are too old as infants, we perhaps talk to them as if they were much older than they really are and many dress their kids in clothing that make them look older. We also believe at times that they understand much more than they really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Why do we push our kids to be older? Seeing as we as adults would do anything to turn back time. It seems to me that exposure to television and technology is in fact hindering our children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They in my opinion&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;are forced to endure imagery and real life that was previously kept hidden from plain sight. Kids should be kids. No worries and no concerns. Just yesterday, my daughter saw an ambulance pass by us in the car and she muttered that perhaps the person inside the &lt;/span&gt;vehicle&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt; was badly hurt or had died. Her father and I were stunned. Did she just say Died??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;She's only four and already knows what cancer is? Which I think is incredible...but on the other hand, did I really want her to know what that meant? Should she be exposed to all this sadness of the world? I'm torn myself on this topic...But deep down, I know the answer. I just want her to play barbies and sing cute songs and think of nothing but lollipops, rainbows, skipping ropes and colouring. She's seen us watching the news and sadly enough saw when many soldiers where placed in the back of the planes in their caskets...and asked me what was inside the boxes. And I answered as best as I could. These men are heroes, I said. They sadly enough died and are now with Jesus, in the sky..amongst the stars. But was that the best answer? As parents...we are sometimes at a loss for words...WOULDN'T YOU AGREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;We need to at times take a step back and remember they are only 3*4*5* years of age..still innocent and still not able to fully understand everything around them. Sadly enough, life is stressful and at times we ALL need to take a step back and remember that we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;undoubtedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;their&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt; role models and they look for us on how to behave in times of&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure what brought me to this topic tonite...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was watching my daughter at Disney on Ice last nite. She was captivated. Her little eyes were glued on Tinkerbell,Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. She was so glad to see Mickey and Minnie..It was priceless...her eyes twinkled and for just a few moments I felt like a kid again..she had opened my eyes and I felt back in time...&lt;br /&gt;No worries-no stress-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Pure fascination and wonder. I felt free..Free to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt; see things in her eyes-her perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Even if it's just for a little while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;I truly adore and love my kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;They are truly my blessings in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We need to keep our kids close and at times shelter them from certain things...They don't need to learn everything at once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-381972476417374445?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/381972476417374445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up-too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/381972476417374445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/381972476417374445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up-too-fast.html' title='Growing up too fast...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-7752906843580288290</id><published>2010-03-09T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:07:36.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Garden'/><title type='text'>Remembering spring and summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Good morning all....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The weather has been quite lovely outside, a bit windy but other than that, let the sun shine in! Winter is fast fading away and spring is just around the corner...I can't wait to see my little garden..Seeing as though, I was pregnant last summer...and quite tired and not myself at times...I kind of went a little &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; crazy (shall I say) in the garden...at the end of the summer season..I wasn't quite sure what to &lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;trim&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;or &lt;font style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pull out&lt;/font&gt;....so I am hoping I did not destroy the work the previous owners did...because it was somewhat lovely!!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;As I think ah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ead I am reminded of all the beauty spring and summer has to offer&lt;/font&gt;...&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the scent of beautiful flowers, singing birds,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;the smell of fresh cut grass&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;watching my daughter plash in the pool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;and much much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two summers ago we received a riding lawn mower..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S5bzoIwiKpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/iIo5cgZfFeY/s1600-h/john-deere-l110-riding-lawn-mower-21116679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S5bzoIwiKpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/iIo5cgZfFeY/s200/john-deere-l110-riding-lawn-mower-21116679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446808670222559890" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladies if you've never tried it...don't knock it...I find it somewhat therapeutic. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The first time we it put on...I asked Allen if I could try it...and from then on except for last summer...(which he was thankful for) I would ask to drive it...he would watch our daughter and it would give me time alone....solitude..a place where&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I was alone in my head....sometimes I would belt out tunes with my walk man...(which I always hoped my neighbours couldn't hear...yet if they could who cares..I'm in my own yard anyways) hahaha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-7752906843580288290?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/7752906843580288290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembering-spring-and-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7752906843580288290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7752906843580288290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembering-spring-and-summer.html' title='Remembering spring and summer...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S5bzoIwiKpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/iIo5cgZfFeY/s72-c/john-deere-l110-riding-lawn-mower-21116679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-9056737502349497240</id><published>2010-03-09T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:22:31.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuckles..'/><title type='text'>A chuckle for Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breastfeeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S5ZZHW3Zt4I/AAAAAAAAAno/tqQ3X5HwLvM/s1600-h/breastfeeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S5ZZHW3Zt4I/AAAAAAAAAno/tqQ3X5HwLvM/s200/breastfeeding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446638782283102082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that breastfeeding is a real joy for mother and baby...A real bonding experience. Some say there is nothing  in the world more wonderful than breastfeeding your baby. Sure..I believe it to be.. It's also absolutely convenient for the child. You can (BF) almost anywhere these days. It's said to be the best milk. It is full of antibodies that protect babies from illnesses and yr milk supposedly has the exact amount of nutrients your baby needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your MILK is  always at room temperature. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Never too cold or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wayyy&lt;/span&gt; to hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's always on hand. Never runs dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; half to look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; far for it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;No&lt;/span&gt; waking up in the middle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; to make formula..or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wash&lt;/span&gt; the bottles....or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boil&lt;/span&gt; the nipples...and hear your baby screaming or crying because he can't wait for you to feed him.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need to spend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; much money on bottles, formula, nipples, plastic refills for certain bottles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all these things in your&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; tiny&lt;/span&gt; diaper bag either!!!! And forget them anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all great reasons to breastfeed!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Soooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;didn't think it would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; painful to begin with....And I don't mean painful where I want to hang my husband...no,no, no...just a lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;discomfort&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Shit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WHo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;am I kidding! Let's be honest...Your first tries are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freaken&lt;/span&gt; painful...Your not quite sure what to do...How to hold him..they explain how to hold him and various positions like the football hold...WHAT the F@#$......football hold? Then there's the side lying position..which I personally thought I would squish him to pieces...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It's quite the learning experience. Then there's the issue of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-clothing him while feeding him...Yeah, like I'm gonna undress him, every time I feed him...&lt;/span&gt;And some times..your child may even look like his playing ninja with your boobs..or even motioning that he doesn't want anything to do with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Awkward&lt;/span&gt; it is!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Then...as your getting used to it...that is your baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO NOT YOUR MAN&lt;/span&gt;) ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; latching on to your breast &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY FEW hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you learn about blocked ducts, mastitis, engorgement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then I was totally concerned with...is he feeding enough? Which Boob did I give him last..Why does he seem to favor one Boob rather than the other? Is there chocolate milk in one and not the other?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Does one look cuter than the other?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And we all know about leakage....Yes ladies.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leakage&lt;/span&gt;...I don't know how many tops I go through in a day...at home...if I don't feel like wearing a bra...and on occasion this is indeed the case...let's be honest who in their right mind wants to wear a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;freaken&lt;/span&gt; over the boulder holder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;shoulder as some men like to call them all day long???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all....&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breastfeeding is a challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;But if you stick to it as a clever friend once told me...you'll get the hang of it...&lt;br /&gt;You may even laugh about it at times...&lt;br /&gt;When your nipples are hurting you all day long... or simply when you brush against them during the day ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best advice I can give is:&lt;br /&gt;Try to relax a bit...it will eventually become better.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read everything online about Breastfeeding...it will freak u right out!&lt;br /&gt;It's not rocket science..if he seems to be making swallowing sounds...your good!!&lt;br /&gt;If you want a good laugh go visit this site..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mamaknowsbreast.com/2008/02/dads_and_breastfeeding.php"&gt;http://mamaknowsbreast.com/2008/02/dads_and_breastfeeding.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch the clip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mamaknowsbreast.com/2008/02/dads_and_breastfeeding.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mamaknowsbreast.com/2008/02/dads_and_breastfeeding.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S5aCx1kb7WI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TX2G2IaSiRw/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S5aCx1kb7WI/AAAAAAAAAnw/TX2G2IaSiRw/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446684592056298850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta for now....Hope I kept you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;amused&lt;/span&gt; if only for a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;take care...&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the milking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mamaknowsbreast.com/2008/02/dads_and_breastfeeding.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mamaknowsbreast.com/2008/02/dads_and_breastfeeding.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//mamaknowsbreast.com/2008/02/dads_and_breastfeeding.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-9056737502349497240?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/9056737502349497240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/chuckle-for-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/9056737502349497240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/9056737502349497240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/chuckle-for-tuesday.html' title='A chuckle for Tuesday...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/S5ZZHW3Zt4I/AAAAAAAAAno/tqQ3X5HwLvM/s72-c/breastfeeding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-7746437662079758508</id><published>2010-03-07T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:05:30.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy talk...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back&lt;/span&gt;....and I'm ready to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;...vent and share some more of my life's going-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had my baby a few months ago...and everything went well...as a matter of fact things couldn't of went any better...I am proud to say I have a healthy baby boy...and he's very  handsome!! He's been keeping us on our toes! I feel awfully blessed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Life is so amazing&lt;/span&gt; when you are surrounded by your little ones. It's a good feeling. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kids &lt;/span&gt;remind you of how simple life should be even though at times we forget. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Most often, we &lt;/span&gt;think life is so hard, when in all actuality if your surrounded by compassionate, loving and kind-hearted family and friends we should &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; for no more. It saddens me that at times it's friends whom show more kindness than certain families members! I am lucky to have friends whom really support and love myself and my family. During my pregnancy, this couple whom live down from us have really showered us with kindness. Sometimes, life throws us or puts in contact with people whom are admirable and considerate. If you've ever watched (Kings of Queens) Allen and I feel lucky because (Doug and Carrie) always go on...on how it's hard to find couples whom both couples like like...it's too funny...But if you really think of it...it's hard to find other couples in similar situations as you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The one thing I don't understand is why some choose to immerse themselves in the lives of their friends rather than their own family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's nice to have people around you whom want to see the best for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Allen and I couldn't be happier...life is sweet when you let it. I still after 7 years feel I am with the man of my dreams...even though at times I want to ring his neck...gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I mentioned in my posts earlier on...women can seem to juggle more things at a times then men!! For example...I can..HOLD the baby...KEEP his soother in his mouth...MAKE supper...STIR the noodles...WHILE explaining to my daughter why supper may be a little late...meanwhile her father is outside s-l-o-w-l-y making his way inside from talking to our neighbour...whom should of also been home helping his respected other..  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN...sorry for my rambling...I do love my run-on sentences...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tend to want to write too fast and then forget to breath!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(hope that made sense) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I did get much flack for that in high school.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well......that's it for now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This blog only took me a few hours to write....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Two kids=less time for ourselves.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tlk&lt;/span&gt; soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Remember to be good to yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-7746437662079758508?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/7746437662079758508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7746437662079758508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7746437662079758508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-5030502728629493617</id><published>2009-09-14T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:33:36.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy talk...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Good morning all......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know..it's been a while....Things have been sorta outta whack lately...Big changes and small changes.... Hope is now in school...and enjoying it...not quite sure about the whole 'nap time' but loving the rest of the time. I wish I could be a fly on the wall to see how she is at school...I missed her when she was there, I really did! We are to be there safe place, Mama-never far away, their protector, their -help me with my BoBo's and now we half to set them free...watch the bus drive further and further away from us everyday! Yes..I'm being melodramatic, I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(as she laugh at the keyboards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She came home the first day all happy but made a point to tell me she was sad at 'nap time' and missed me. Which made me feel so sad and in a way happy that she hadn't forgotten about me...IS that bad to feel like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyways....the next day seemed to be better. She also started dance classes...which she enjoyed greatly. She looked adorable in her pink bodysuit and too too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man was starting his new job today. I can't wait to talk to him when he gets back! I am so proud of him. He's a great fella, and he's all mine! Things should look up for us soon...Spending many years at a single workplace doesn't mean loyalty anymore. People need to remember they are simply a number. He spent many hours working overtime to help them out and nothing. I am glad he seems more at peace with his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I also am no longer babysitting. Taking care of myself and unborn baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you need to know when to call it quits and take care of yourself before anyone else. Putting ourselves first is usually not as easy as it sounds. Am I right? This pregnancy is not going as smoothly as the first. So, at this point and time, relax time is what is best for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tootles for now....&lt;br /&gt;Need to clean the house....at a slow pace no less....lol&lt;br /&gt;talk soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-5030502728629493617?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/5030502728629493617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-morning-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5030502728629493617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5030502728629493617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-morning-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1520932347333869892</id><published>2009-08-27T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:27:12.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Real'/><title type='text'>Computers really that great?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Good Thursday to all....or is it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SpcjFR3WHxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RExwf0eZxoQ/s1600-h/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SpcjFR3WHxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RExwf0eZxoQ/s200/frustrated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374803253891833618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If your in a happy mood...I'm just warning you...this may get you as frustrated as I...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I apologize in advance....I am just in fowl mood! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever feel as though you can't seem to get ahead of the ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me. Like, life keeps slapping you in the face. When things start to look clear and positive, something seems to bring you back to reality. You know that saying 'good people finish last,'well I'm starting to believe it more and more. I understand that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; if you want something in life you need to work hard for it. You need to dig deep down and strive for that goal.  I simply HATE people whom have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing else but time on their hands to destroy or hurt other people. Whether it's hurting them emotionally or even their reputation....I'm sure you have all heard about different negativity's about 'FACEBOOK,' well I just got slapped w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ith unexpected irrational dumbness, shall we say on it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SpcjX0T0Y5I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZAk3UysUnB0/s1600-h/irritated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SpcjX0T0Y5I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZAk3UysUnB0/s200/irritated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374803572375708562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People really need to open their eyes and remember that what you say as your status can be read by all your friends and their friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you have co-workers on your site be very careful of what you say....even if your simply saying a big thank-you to someone...it can have a different meaning apparently...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Apparently saying thank-you can land you in deep doo-doo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Are we as a society sharing to much of our lives on here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When is it okay to take what someone says and turn it upside down...Why are we so quick to judge others? And why the hell are we so quick to ruin someone else's reputation?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Are we that angry at one another?  It's kinda funny...when I first started out as a Facebook fanatic...I thought it was great...but I always remember what one of my cousins said..."why is it that we are so quick to find out about how others are doing and their were abouts? If they were so special in yr life to begin with why haven't you kept in touch with them all these years???? I questions myself that often these days...You find someone on their....get talking about life and the past and after a few days....don't talk to them much or at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I personally just like talking with my close friends and family now a days....exchange pics and stories...but now a days theirs been so much drama about our information being exchanged with other sites that....is it really worth all the trouble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Spcihl7mseI/AAAAAAAAAnI/AenBDVzvK5Q/s1600-h/luv+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Spcihl7mseI/AAAAAAAAAnI/AenBDVzvK5Q/s200/luv+letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374802640803115490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally would rather get letters and cards in the mail....but hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e we become that busy of a society that those days are over? Is receiving cards in the mail a thing of the past?  I think next week, I will make a conscious effort and send some letters or cards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know how it makes me feel to receive something in the mail as does my&lt;br /&gt;daughter!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Before I get angry at the keys on my keyboard....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Let me leave you on high note....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pregnancy going well......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;May find out if it's a boy or girl on Monday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Come back to see the results...   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks for listening to me vent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Spcj7TvG0zI/AAAAAAAAAng/yAmxi4ZGvcw/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Spcj7TvG0zI/AAAAAAAAAng/yAmxi4ZGvcw/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374804182107083570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And a big Thank you for my new friends whom keep coming back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1520932347333869892?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1520932347333869892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/08/computers-really-that-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1520932347333869892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1520932347333869892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/08/computers-really-that-great.html' title='Computers really that great?'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SpcjFR3WHxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RExwf0eZxoQ/s72-c/frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-280344239069912248</id><published>2009-08-18T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:46:55.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy talk...'/><title type='text'>Happy tuesday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Life as a pregnant mom is somewhat hectic at times. I've realized that your first pregnancy is so much more different then the second. For the first one, everything is new and exciting. Your not sure what to expect about anything, your nervous and your heart is beating a mile a minute...You believe you need to buy everything right away, even purchase things you don't really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; need. Your focused on every minute detail. You actually have time to be amazed with every aspect of being pregnant. You take the time to thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nk of everything ahead. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sorl1NnVUPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pvHv9vLb9lQ/s1600-h/heart+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sorl1NnVUPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pvHv9vLb9lQ/s200/heart+hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371358207943201010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;For the second baby....EVERY THING is different. You've been through it before. Don't get me wrong.. your just as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; but your toddler is keeping you on your toes.  And for me it just seems as though I've been h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;aving one thing happen after another. First it's a terrible cold, then kidney stones and then blah blah blah.......  Your more knowledgeable of what you really need to buy and what is useless. You don't seem to have the time to take better care of yourself as your busy running around with your head cut off. Hopester is off to school soon, her new bedroom still needs to be assembled and I am wishing and hoping to find out this week is it's a boy or girl....if a girl...I'm one step ahead of the game if a boy...I'm starting at scratch!!!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Whatever will be, will be...I will be grateful regardless of sexe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SorlfqZ1AUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oAnpsIfYW8M/s1600-h/tummy+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SorlfqZ1AUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oAnpsIfYW8M/s200/tummy+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371357837714063682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This Sunday we took her to the Zoo....What a terrible day to have gone...It was too hot!! All the animals were either hiding in their cages or homes or just laying wondering why we chose this day of all days to come visit...lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;All the kids whom had gone with their parents were somewhat all complaining of the heat a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nd of all things in the middle of the zoo, they have a small corner with play toys......Bad idea!!!! Most kids were more interested in playing there than seeing any of the animals.....Argggg  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Including mine!!  She saw her favorite animal...the zebras...and could pretty much care less  about the other animals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All I can say is.....KIDS!       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You Gotta Luv um'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We are approaching the first day of school and I'm having jitters.....we are to be there..with them all day long...answer their every question, help them with every little bobo, kiss and hug their fears away...and keep them close and safely beside us. But now we must let them go...their first  big adventure without Mama and Daddy! We must let them make their own little way in life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(okay...just little school)&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I'm being a little dramatic! But I feel somewhat scared and reluctan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;t to let her go... I know it's for the best...I know she will HAVE so much FUN....I'm just being a first time mom, letting her first born go....(just a teeny weeny bit)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And to all you mom's laughing at me because you've been there, done that....can you just give me my moment to freak out for a few minutes.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon....&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope all is well with you all....&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S...  For all my fellow crafters...how do you do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I haven't wanted to touch a single crochet or cross-stitch project since the beginning of summer...I just can't seem to sit there in this heat and stitch....&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to get the new baby's blanket done on time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SoropTWpHyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/85J_V908WGE/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SoropTWpHyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/85J_V908WGE/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371361301860261666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-280344239069912248?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/280344239069912248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/280344239069912248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/280344239069912248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy tuesday....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sorl1NnVUPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pvHv9vLb9lQ/s72-c/heart+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1654374911660279198</id><published>2009-08-10T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:50:10.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy talk...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Good Day all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope all is well. I just suffered the week from hell last week. In and out of urgent care...l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ong hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You would never believe what I had. Of all things...of all times....Kidney stones!!! Which are mineral deposits that form in the kidneys. In the beginning they are small particle's that eventually form into crystal formations that in turn develop into stones... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Not soooo much fun!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I was in pain...wanted anyone around me to rub my back, was tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; all the time because I couldn't sleep. I was told to drink and drink and drink...but HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;OOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I was in pain and beginning to dehydrate quickly! By the end of the week...I was hardly eating and drinking less. ...I wasn't sure when the pain was going to subside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wouldn't wish this kind of pain on  my worst enemy. Or would I??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mooohahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;By the end of the week I was back in the hospital..Needed to get some liquids in me as quick as possible...Felt better afterwards..but was scared to return home for more pain and discomfort!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;On that Sunday...I awoke and wanted to dance a little jig....felt good...no more pain...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I passed the kidney stone!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yahoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Feeling better now....it's been a week...but still thinking when I get a little pain on my right side that it may be back...Need to remind myself that I am still pregnant and stretching! &lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor Hope she was wondering what was going on...and kept telling me she hoped that I got  better the next day..Still keeps saying Hi to my belly every morning...&lt;br /&gt;She is my beauty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta read this article....Just when u think you saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starpulse.com/news/index.php/2009/06/04/gene_simmons_sells_kidney_stone_for_char"&gt;Gene Simmons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways hoot....&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great week....&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this month I'll find out if it's a boy or girl!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SoCj-Zom32I/AAAAAAAAAmo/oYj3hoCQqq4/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SoCj-Zom32I/AAAAAAAAAmo/oYj3hoCQqq4/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368471048254054242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1654374911660279198?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1654374911660279198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-day-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1654374911660279198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1654374911660279198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-day-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SoCj-Zom32I/AAAAAAAAAmo/oYj3hoCQqq4/s72-c/prego+signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1292410748421026515</id><published>2009-07-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:01:48.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As I was spending time with my daughter I decided to ask her a few questions and see how she would respond..... Kids are very honest and way too funny at times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SmHwoOp7EWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nN1uFyQdnyg/s1600-h/questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SmHwoOp7EWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nN1uFyQdnyg/s200/questions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359829605466968418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. What does Mama like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Mama likes banana, cashew(new baby) and Daddy and I will fall in love with the new baby, you love me and Meme and Pepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What does Mama always say to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I love you around the moon and back again, I carry your heart with me, I carry it my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.How does Mama make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;  You make funny faces(as she is putting her fingers in her mouth and making noise) I tickle her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How old is Mama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mama is 17 she said.  hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;( At 17, I was definitely not thinking about having kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is Mama's favorite food?&lt;/span&gt; Carrots, banana, Corn pops-yuck!, Yogurt, Apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is Mama good at? &lt;/span&gt; Making crafts..(Good One Hope) playing with her, tickling her, making popcorn for her, making pin-wheels and making little things, that's it, she says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What does Mama not like?&lt;/span&gt; I don't like crying, I don't like it when Hope's mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does Mama do for a job?&lt;/span&gt;  Making things, a Rescue Hero! ( kewl, Hopey) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;9. Who does Mama love the most?&lt;/span&gt; Daddy and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you want to do the most with Mama?&lt;/span&gt; Do my numbers and alphabet! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;11. Mama's favorite color? &lt;/span&gt; Purple, without a blink she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;12. Mama's favorite flower?&lt;/span&gt;  Purple flower...  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember, she's only three 1/2 yrs old.....  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This was funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you have time, interview your kids....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1292410748421026515?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1292410748421026515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-was-spending-time-with-my-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1292410748421026515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1292410748421026515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-i-was-spending-time-with-my-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SmHwoOp7EWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nN1uFyQdnyg/s72-c/questions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-2503328586625510133</id><published>2009-07-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:11:42.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy talk...'/><title type='text'>Good Saturday mornin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SmHTpUubuMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xP6oSKXNTf4/s1600-h/violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SmHTpUubuMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xP6oSKXNTf4/s200/violet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359797738439162050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying this fine morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he rain is actually soothing to my ears this morning...Not at all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt;' blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is good. I had my first ultra-sound this week and again it was incredible. Not until you see this little person inside you that you really start to believe that you really are pregnant! Allen's smile was ear to ear and I shed a few tears. The baby was moving and it's feet as well. He/She even gave us a wave...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;When I told Hope about having a picture of the baby to show her when we came back...she asked if they would put the light on!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;darndest&lt;/span&gt; things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When she did finally look at the picture she was absolutely puzzled...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It was too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I would show you all the baby blanket I've begun to crochet but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sadly&lt;/span&gt; enough I dropped my camera a few to many times and now the lens is completely done for. You'll half to wait a bit. I decided to go somewhat unconventional and I'm using dark purple and white...if I find out it's a girl I will add pink for the border. I didn't like the soft colors they ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;d. They're wasn't much too choose from at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Micheal's&lt;/span&gt; I found! :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I chose my favorite colors. It is after all, my choice! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, an offbeat...meaning I like what I like and don't care about what the averages thinks.( to a certain degree) My clothing style has always been about what I like and the hell with what fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dictates&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I must admit that this pregnancy is a bit different, I feel even more tired and some days have no get up and go!! And I'm still feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; at times. I made fish a few days ago and WOW...I couldn't even stand the smell...And it was only battered fish, but very greasy!  YUCK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm also never sure what to eat! Perhaps this is a sign that I am having a boy... This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;uld&lt;/span&gt; make Allen very happy! Myself, I'm hoping for another girl!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not sure if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I mentioned&lt;/span&gt; it before but I'm 13 weeks pregnant!  :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And very happy. I've already started writing him/her letters as I did for Hope...&lt;br /&gt;My kids will be the most documented ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am truly blessed!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can u guess what my next daughters name might be??? ( if a girl that is)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There's a clue on this page...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I never knew I was going to look pregnant quicker!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I need maternity clothes as of yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My daughter keeps talking to the new baby...wanting to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;good morning&lt;/span&gt;/night to him/her!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;She very anxious, as we all are!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We are now finishing her new room...hoping to get her settled in before school starts in September and before the new baby arrives. Didn't want to wait til then an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;d make her feel like I'm kicking her out of her room! She's seems really excited, we'll see. I'm trying to make it as cute &amp;amp; fun to be in, as can be!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She keeps asking if she's getting a television in her room! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't think so. At her age 3 1/2...I didn't have one at that age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; so soon....TOO SOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SmHVpt1_ObI/AAAAAAAAAmY/GbjBmcHOQNA/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SmHVpt1_ObI/AAAAAAAAAmY/GbjBmcHOQNA/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359799944204990898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Must kick myself in gear and finish laundry, for once and for all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Summer....where's summer..if anyone finds it, let me know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Before you know it...it will be the dreaded winter season!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will try to get my blanket on here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's the pattern I'm using..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.favecrafts.com/Crochet-for-Baby/Striped-Crochet-Baby-Blanket"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I thought it looked simple and something I could do while sitting down at night, and not fighting with the pattern in front of the computer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;For Hope's blanket I found a blanket I really liked but....it may take me until she's graduating high school to finish it!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;But I made a promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The things we do for our kids...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta 4 now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ta TA 4 now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-2503328586625510133?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/2503328586625510133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-saturday-mornin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2503328586625510133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2503328586625510133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-saturday-mornin.html' title='Good Saturday mornin&apos;'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SmHTpUubuMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xP6oSKXNTf4/s72-c/violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-7401511879649512921</id><published>2009-07-09T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:21:30.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good mornin' to all....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Haven't been up to speed with writing my blogs lately....I apologize..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Life has taken up all my time lately...I have been babysitting and I'm pregnant..need I say more..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyways...I do have a few things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; today, so grab a cup and coffee and relax.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun to crochet again after a few months rest....It has been gloomy and rainy, so I've been in a somewhat crafty mood. I've been making everything from baby booties to Christmas wreaths...yes I said X-mas....it's coming back again...soon I will be watching Hope ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;t on the Bus for school! Yikes.. Next will be her 4th Birthday, then winter holidays...then...we will be welcoming our new bundle of joy...My pregnancy has been going well. Not much heartburn as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; the last time around, and I have much more energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, that is for now!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm now in the stages of Oh My God...I need to buy so much stuff for the baby.. I can't wait to find out if it's a girl or boy...yes I know it's still too early but anxious to find out so I can buy the appropriate stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This week I watched the Micheal Jackson memorial. And I cried like a baby. Upon hearing of his passing, I responded to my husband such as : Oh...Wacko Jacko is dead? We have heard so much controversy surrounding him the last years that I wasn't as much of a fan as I once was, I must admit. The media certainly plays a big part in how we see these great entertainers, which is terrible. They can make a spin on anything, we all know that. But I was sadden by his passing, he's a human being, with family and friends. He was a brother and son before ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ing a pop star. I feel sad that he died at such a young age. We all have our faults, and we will never really know the truth of everything we heard in the news about him. Sadly enough perhaps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;w, he can find inner peace and rest within himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;After listening, to what Brook Shields said about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;, it was quite evident that, to us he was &lt;/span&gt;an entirely&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; different man as to who he was his friends and family. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In any case, I feel sorry for his kids. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It took lots of courage for his daughter to stand up and say how she felt about her Daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Rest in Peace MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXrVi7XS6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Rja5Eh7G5ag/s1600-h/micheal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXrVi7XS6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Rja5Eh7G5ag/s200/micheal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356446087212649378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Montreal Canadiens......I was enjoying my first cup of coffee this morning, when I heard the news of Saku Koivu leaving the Habs....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Have they gone Freaken MAD!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been anxious for the start of the new season and now I'm freaken MAD!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Picturing th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e habs without Koivu just isn't right...W&lt;/span&gt;hy didn't they sign him back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And to going to the Ducks, double yikes....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;He's been with us through thin and thick, 14 years in total....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I will miss him! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And the Habs may be doomed even before they have even begun the new season, in my opinion!! I never could understand any of their sudden cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;nges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Not long ago, we got rid of Guy carbonneau, and now the Captain? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What next!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXq5iy9IRI/AAAAAAAAAlw/w-573bPinFk/s1600-h/saku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 92px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXq5iy9IRI/AAAAAAAAAlw/w-573bPinFk/s200/saku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356445606141042962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The kids are watching the Bee Movie as we speak beside me....What a cute and funny movie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really think it's one of the best kids movie I've watched in a while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope can actually watch it from starting to end, it's the perfect afternoon or morning watch, it's keeping them amused. The colors and animations are incredible. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bee movie may make you think twice before swatting one...  hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXsEX0vt5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/71g9qkyUj-s/s1600-h/bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXsEX0vt5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/71g9qkyUj-s/s200/bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356446891685951378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hope everyone is having a great morning, the sun is shinning, and their appears to be no clouds in sight...No rain today? Really, I said to myself...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yahoooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Better enjoy it before it comes back with a vengance... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXuHBfyRsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/3RYY5g4SWqI/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXuHBfyRsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/3RYY5g4SWqI/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356449136255321794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-7401511879649512921?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/7401511879649512921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-mornin-to-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7401511879649512921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7401511879649512921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-mornin-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SlXrVi7XS6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Rja5Eh7G5ag/s72-c/micheal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-2824296177016177437</id><published>2009-07-04T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:15:43.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good afternoon all...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Today I feel like crap to be honest with you....Being pregnant has been wonderful....Not feeling as nauseous and feeling actually okay these days....except for this darn cold I got...and can't seem to make it go away...I've been steaming myself but still not feeling well.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I babysat all week and perhaps that wasn't' the best thing for me. Sadly enough kids don't understand what it means when you tell them YOUR sick and need some quiet time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;..  AHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And it seems as though your partner is never around to help you when YOUR sick as opposed to when their sick and they act like their life is coming to an end....  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;As mom's I guess we half to suck it up and go on. Take it like a MAN....I mean like a WOmen!!  lol&lt;br /&gt;House work needs to be done but I'm procrastinating today...I did get the vacuuming done but that's about it...Weather doesn't help..it's been raining on and off all day and strong winds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much a lazy day all around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope all is well with you...wherever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sk-cPyUSfKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/nUM8qA3x51E/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sk-cPyUSfKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/nUM8qA3x51E/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354670276985650338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-2824296177016177437?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/2824296177016177437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-afternoon-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2824296177016177437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2824296177016177437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-afternoon-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sk-cPyUSfKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/nUM8qA3x51E/s72-c/prego+signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-6663514490985411838</id><published>2009-06-27T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:30:41.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Real'/><title type='text'>Purple Haze..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Skd8yP9AbHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/X0l2SSIbN34/s1600-h/purple+haze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Skd8yP9AbHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/X0l2SSIbN34/s200/purple+haze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383884870839410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Feeling in a kinda weird mood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;. Having all these weird thoughts floating about in my head. Something I have too often. Too many scattered emotions running wild through me. Have you ever felt as though your caught in  a state of, shall we say pause with your life. I am absolutely grateful for my wonderful parents and family. And I am especially in love with my life long partner and my beautiful bright intelligent daughter and soon to be baby....I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; in that sense. I wouldn't change it in any way. I feel blessed as I have mentioned many a times to have met a man like Allen. He is warm-hearted, gentle and just enough kooky for me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What kind of has me in a strange mood is.....this feeling as though at times I look around me and I just want to scream because it seems as though others around me are mov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ing ahead, forward and I am still trying to find my groove, my way in life. What will I leave behind. What will my kids be proud of me for. Did I do enough in life to warrant a pass. Don't get me wrong I enjoy going on Facebook and reading what my friends are up too now but a small part of me wonders if I have really made a difference, if I am living enough or just letting to many opportunities slip away, slip through my fingers....Ever have those days..where you question some of the decisions you've made in the past? And wonder why it has led you to this moment in time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I told you I was feeling kinda wacky...Anyways....not sure if it's the hormones or just me being silly. I think we all have those days where we questions everything and everything we've done with all lives...Or perhaps it's just because I've been stuck in the house babysitting kids and not really going out that much...All I know is that, I am extremely happy to be pregnant again! What a great joy it brings...And I am happy because I found this new baby's song...I used to sing Hope a song every day while I was pregnant..wasn't quite sure what to pick this time until it just dropped in my lap....So now I'm set for that...I'm still having to buy the yarn to make a baby blanket but I have finally chosen a pattern so everything good with that front! I'll show my progress from time to time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For now...before I bore you with my wackiness.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Enjoy your Sunday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Talk soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Skd-Mh9lgpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/92bbnlNf4VM/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Skd-Mh9lgpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/92bbnlNf4VM/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385435893334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-6663514490985411838?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/6663514490985411838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/purple-haze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/6663514490985411838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/6663514490985411838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/purple-haze.html' title='Purple Haze..'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Skd8yP9AbHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/X0l2SSIbN34/s72-c/purple+haze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-8854039908866387907</id><published>2009-06-24T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:14:10.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Big Brother - Big Brother News &amp; Updates - Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.morebigbrother.com/"&gt;More Big Brother - Big Brother News &amp; Updates - Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-8854039908866387907?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/8854039908866387907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-big-brother-big-brother-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8854039908866387907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8854039908866387907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-big-brother-big-brother-news.html' title='More Big Brother - Big Brother News &amp;amp; Updates - Home'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1545084364317749593</id><published>2009-06-22T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:08:09.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SkALOGBm3tI/AAAAAAAAAlE/e2HuuV7cQ8I/s1600-h/sunn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SkALOGBm3tI/AAAAAAAAAlE/e2HuuV7cQ8I/s200/sunn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350288694079577810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's certainly been a while....Before I go any further, Happy Summer!! My daughter has been asking me for days when the first day of summer was. I was excited to tell her it was yesterday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started babysitting these two cute kids....One is around Hope's age and the other keeps me on my toes, he's 10 months old.... Yikes!!!! But after a week, we've adjusted to each other. As opposed to the first two days, where I thought I was going to pull all my hair out! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All he did was cry and their was not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;much to stop him ( he's also teething) so after giving a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;orajel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; he was fine for a bit.... But today (2nd week) was great... And as far as the girls, their girls, they play nice until one wants to change the rules of the games or quit playing...they laugh loud and at times bickers louder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SkAKjwiSTMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/FWFts4hwgoQ/s1600-h/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SkAKjwiSTMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/FWFts4hwgoQ/s200/elmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350287966756555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;All in all, everything is A okay! Father's day was good, we brought Daddy out for brunch. Pepe and Meme were with us as well as Uncle Dan and Lynn.  Hope m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ade some crafts for Daddy and was excited to give them to him. We also bought Daddy the book he wanted by Micheal J. Fox. Daddy was just happy spending time with us. Today he's hard at work again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We went to Hope's school for a visit.. It's such a great school with great teachers. They were all very friendly and warm. She was excited to be there. She was able to paint an apple with her name on it. Which they will display next year and they took a picture of her for her locker. She was treated like royalty. lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They also gave her a drinking box and some animal cookies. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They showed us around and it was really kewl to see those little chairs and small tables. And the drinking fountains are so tiny.... hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We received some info on what to buy her for her first year and she also received a new book: 'Does God tie h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;is shoes.' and a new pencil...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;All in all, I think we're all excited for her to start school...She will have no problem adjusting in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I may run after the bus, as it leaves me....and gets further and further..but....&lt;br /&gt;I will be okay...in a few days..perhaps....&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying their summer and hot days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself  am feeling like I'm in a constant sauna but....tis' okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everything good with prego!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The crochet stuff and cross-stitch is at a stand-still 4 now...&lt;br /&gt;But Hope's cross-stitch is almost done I'll post it soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SkAOVUTriTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rk8hxO1LQx0/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SkAOVUTriTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rk8hxO1LQx0/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350292116707445042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1545084364317749593?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1545084364317749593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1545084364317749593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1545084364317749593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-again.html' title='Hello again.....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SkALOGBm3tI/AAAAAAAAAlE/e2HuuV7cQ8I/s72-c/sunn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-8015085677091754521</id><published>2009-06-12T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:16:41.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy talk...'/><title type='text'>Gotta love being a Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Summer is now just around the corner and I am feeling less and less like blogging and more and more like spending all my time outside. But th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;en again on rainy days, this is great to do...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I do enjoy coming to my blog and reading my comments, always brings me a smile upon my face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday was my first appointment to the Doctors, and everything looks great, my supposed due date is Januar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y 26....mind you I'm having a C-section. But I am happy and feeling relieved that I'm feeling okay this time around. Except for the mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ive heartburn some days which is probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; due to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SjKRtH0EwSI/AAAAAAAAAkk/DlOMROOffoA/s1600-h/lemonade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SjKRtH0EwSI/AAAAAAAAAkk/DlOMROOffoA/s200/lemonade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346495912019804450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;drinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Must stay away from lemonade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As refreshing as it looks, it's not good for me right now...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I'm &lt;/span&gt;scheduled&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; for a few ultra-sounds...You remember those MOM's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fill those bladders up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; with water and try holding it in and entire car ride....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Then u arrive at the hospital and they inform you that you half to wait...&lt;br /&gt;So their you are gathered with other women trying not to move/crossing those legs/ starring at the washroom...wishing you could just empty yourself/wondering why you got pregnant again just to endure these things again...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I've actually got past that point, laid down for my ultra-sound and then they told me I was too full and that I could go empty myself...&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH- make up your mind!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What a ride!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But i don't think any of us would trade it for the world, right Mama's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's been so lovely outside lately, the sun is shinning, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y daughter is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SjKTtesuk1I/AAAAAAAAAks/hnnU357YTWM/s1600-h/sunsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SjKTtesuk1I/AAAAAAAAAks/hnnU357YTWM/s200/sunsss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346498117186261842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;enjoying playing with her new found friend and Allen and I couldn't be happier...except for minuscule little things....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You know, like when you by your new house and things need to be done around the house...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And as we all know ladies....we like things to be done LIKE YESTERDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It seems as though their are never enough hours in a day to do get things done. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;On top of which, with the new baby coming I want things done quickly enough....And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;painting is out of my reach now...which is something I was looking forward to do...in Hope's new room...Now it is left to Daddy...when he has the time...AHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm a women who likes to do things herself. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But.....I might half to relax on that for a bit and let things happens when they happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting back to gardening, I am already hating my garden bed...I am not sure what is what still...I'm frustrated with not knowing if these things tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t are growing are simply weeds or just foliage...I've called in some help from Hope's Great Aunt...Need help..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep looking at it daily getting discouraged...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully she can turn my flower bed into what I think it has potential to look like..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I mention I am obsessed with solar lights.. haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They have so many cute ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;too choose from. Perhaps I should just forget about flowers and simply make a garden of solar lights...  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o hard to maintain except for changing the batteries once in a while..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I am feeling a little fruity today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I'm off....my parents are coming over with my daughter...She had another sleepover last night...She loves spending time with her Pepe and Meme. She knows them the most!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wish she was as close with her other grandparents but we can't always get what we wish for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perhaps with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me and Allen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;had the house to ourselves and we still didn't do too much. We were so tired.&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice spending some time alone...I did however miss Hopey lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We were however able to sleep in a bit longer...Which was great...&lt;br /&gt;Except for me going to the bathroom a few times in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;and the dog wanting the same... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SjKYra2X2qI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aV_su2oL_dI/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SjKYra2X2qI/AAAAAAAAAk0/aV_su2oL_dI/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346503579351374498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;talk soon....Have a great weekend...&lt;br /&gt;Smile...summer's just around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-8015085677091754521?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/8015085677091754521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/gotta-love-being-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8015085677091754521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8015085677091754521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/gotta-love-being-mom.html' title='Gotta love being a Mom...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SjKRtH0EwSI/AAAAAAAAAkk/DlOMROOffoA/s72-c/lemonade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1332192548508809526</id><published>2009-06-06T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:14:44.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy talk...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphicshunt.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SipaePWx5tI/AAAAAAAAAjM/3km6U1kZUW4/s200/saturday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344183383393167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good Morning Friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope all is well.....  It seems as though if I'm not wishing for more sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm waking up in the morning with Allen before he goes to work and I'm sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ly awake...Was awake at 5:45 this morning and I couldn't fall back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; asleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sip9CfeBWrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Hbk5V1y7Jns/s1600-h/sleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 45px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sip9CfeBWrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Hbk5V1y7Jns/s200/sleep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344221389589142194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; AHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Was also not quite sure what to do with myself to be honest...DO I cross-stitch? Well, my eyes are still somewhat shut...DO I cro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;chet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;haven't been in a mood too lately. I think I've reached the....Oh! my God I need to make a baby blanket, finish Hope's blanket, cross-stitch a picture for the n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ew baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.I'm simply feeling overwhelmed within my crafts...    lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This early-morning, I am however enjoying the peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and quiet....I am &lt;/span&gt;probably &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;going to hear my favorite sound in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; that of pitter&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-patter from my lovely daughter. She is all excited and ready for today, her Pepe is bringing he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;r to the fair. She loves the strawberry-go ride. And she keeps asking if she can go on the Ferris wheel..Not sure 'bout that one!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But we'll see when we get th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ere I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For the last few nights, Allen's been complaining about constant heartburn he's been having. I've been kinda laughing at him until two nites ago when I got it...and it hasn't left. I guess I shouldn't have laughed at him because it came around and bit me in the @ss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.beloitchiro.com/images/heartburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sip-6jU1T7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/G9p3ZQrM9OM/s200/heartburn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344223452208648114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I keep forgetting to posts my postings..... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It comes with being pregnant.... ya that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'s right!.... you got a problem with that!!!   hahahah&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday turned out to be really great. We did take Hope to the fair. And she had a blast. She loves the strawberry go-round, the bees ride, the trucks and the swings that go up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixVIerNHHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/XnaFXhErBAw/s1600-h/bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixVIerNHHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/XnaFXhErBAw/s200/bees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740461943528562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixVK3MQCqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6HGIkvMdHRs/s1600-h/carnalval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixVK3MQCqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/6HGIkvMdHRs/s200/carnalval.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740502884321954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixVFSmILtI/AAAAAAAAAj0/q3vtjNsTq_E/s1600-h/straberry+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixVFSmILtI/AAAAAAAAAj0/q3vtjNsTq_E/s200/straberry+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740407161401042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We bought her a bracelet for the day and she rode the rides many a times. We were waiting in line for one and this little girl comes up to her and asks if she could join us. It was sooo cute. Hopes face just lite up. From that mome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nt on, the two sisters and Hope were going on all the rides together and ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lding hands. Kids are so cute at that age, so innocent and friendly. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As we were riding the carousel, which was next to the Ferris wheel she told me she liked the carousel just fine and didn't express the want to go on that ride! lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She had a blast. It's such a great joy looking at your kids experience such simple pleasures in life. She was so happy to have found some new frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ds. Sadly enough, she doesn't understand why she never seems them again. I think it really bothers her. I'm not afraid to say, my daughters got a heart of gold. She's a kindhearted girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She also fell asleep pretty quickly that nite....as did Mama.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we pretty much puttered around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Mama is still tired but not so queasy today....thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Enough for me tonite.....Hope all of you had a great weekend...&lt;br /&gt;Hope your all staying out of trouble....&lt;br /&gt;Take care...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the great weathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixXCCqOlUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/4WVtcDJsraU/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixXCCqOlUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/4WVtcDJsraU/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344742550367278402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I don't care how old you are......cotton candy will always taste great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixXbaC3N9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/XnR8ccLYbnw/s1600-h/cootn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SixXbaC3N9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/XnR8ccLYbnw/s200/cootn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344742986141349842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tata 4 now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1332192548508809526?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1332192548508809526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1332192548508809526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1332192548508809526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SipaePWx5tI/AAAAAAAAAjM/3km6U1kZUW4/s72-c/saturday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-5799663196967529506</id><published>2009-06-02T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:58:56.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy talk...'/><title type='text'>Tired all the time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.ca/imgres?imgurl=http://www.decor2yourdoor.com/images/tired%2520woman.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.decor2yourdoor.com/index.php%3Fmain_page%3Dproducts_all%26disp_order%3D1%26page%3D3&amp;amp;usg=__92CdoJdYRfV1h2AqIqjYCSOEbgc=&amp;amp;h=451&amp;amp;w=700&amp;amp;sz=20&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=16&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=LA0vB05VwEyMEM:&amp;amp;tbnh=90&amp;amp;tbnw=140&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpictures%2Bof%2Btired%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX%26um%3D1http://"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiWnpaKRuyI/AAAAAAAAAis/CgGuGzKawrU/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342860862783863586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh my God.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; remember being this tired the first time around. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Can someone wake me up after the first trimester!! I wake up, get Hope some breakfast, watch a few cartoons and I'm already wishing for my first nap of the day. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Wishful thinking&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For those who have kids, who no longer enjoy naps, enjoying some rest time for ourselves is nearly impossible. And it seems as though the 'Y's (1001 questions of the day) from our kids are every 5 seconds...AHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's been extremely mushy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiWrLnxlvbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MHBZDnSYEuw/s1600-h/heartsssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiWrLnxlvbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/MHBZDnSYEuw/s200/heartsssss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342864749088849330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; these last few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;s, not sure if it's because we told her she's gonna be a big sister or simply because she's in a loving mood! She's been rubbing my belly and saying how big it's getting ( I'm only a month into it) hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's also been singing it songs and talking to my belly already! She is so funny! Very sensitive and kind-hearted girl. She makes me proud on a daily basis. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today she told me that she was very happy that I let her come out of my belly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I had to giggle and told her she was very welcome and that I wouldn't have it any other way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm extremely happy these days....life seems to bring you surprises when you most need them . (hope that kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; made sense!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I feel very blessed to be able to bring another life into this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This will be my shortest posts.....Too tired&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;back 2morrow....&lt;br /&gt;talk again soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s  Hope to hear from other expectant mothers....&lt;br /&gt;If they haven't fallen asleep at their computers...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiWtYk6cKVI/AAAAAAAAAi8/t-AytAILjiI/s1600-h/prego+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiWtYk6cKVI/AAAAAAAAAi8/t-AytAILjiI/s200/prego+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342867170682218834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(like my new signature = pregant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ta ta for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="www.bigwhitehat.com/images/Dog%20Tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiWuCqxjhDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/WyfGA42lYvE/s200/dog+sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342867893810070578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-5799663196967529506?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/5799663196967529506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-all-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5799663196967529506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5799663196967529506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired-all-time.html' title='Tired all the time....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiWnpaKRuyI/AAAAAAAAAis/CgGuGzKawrU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-8876209436094048116</id><published>2009-06-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:08:26.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><title type='text'>Good Morning Monday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.ca/imgres?imgurl=http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk205/dazj3/greetings/monday/monday_9.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.myspace.com/batistamicheals&amp;amp;usg=__FYPeHpaWZbv5ThhNcBeZnAqkUfk=&amp;amp;h=400&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=111&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=13&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=sm3I4XC9ddt-6M:&amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmonday%2Bpictures%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26channel%3Ds%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26hs%3Dym7%26sa%3DX%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPV13hcgYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/LH0agfG0xz8/s200/monday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342348704405553538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope everyone had a good weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....I surely did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;As you may o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;r may not know..I did mention in a few posts back that I had I secret...Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPZPPIqpII/AAAAAAAAAiM/BseLYnLqR1E/s1600-h/pregnancy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 57px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPZPPIqpII/AAAAAAAAAiM/BseLYnLqR1E/s200/pregnancy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342352438775686274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This will be me in a few months...Yahooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm about 5 weeks now...still waiting for my doctors appointment. But feeling all the usual symptoms from: night time nausea, fatigue and not the usual fatigue of every day duties and work but the kind of fatigue that you can't seem to have any get up and go what so ever. I'm experiencing those crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; pregna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ncy headaches and let's not forget soar breasts. Ladies my breasts could cut like a knife right about now...And if any one dares touch them watch out.&lt;br /&gt;I will unleash the beast on ya...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanted a different way of telling our parents that we were expecting. So Hope and I made a T-shirt. She was so happy. She wrote her name all by herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPWl4NXo4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/sVMjeObizbI/s1600-h/100_4907_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPWl4NXo4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/sVMjeObizbI/s200/100_4907_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342349529223504770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't really see it well....But it says Big Sister to BEE ( picture of a bee)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We picked her favorite color and went from there. It makes her feel involved and makes me proud that she's taking such an interest. When Daddy and I told her she was going to be a Big Sister She was kind of upset because she said SHE wanted to have a baby!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;How adorable is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So every day she asks me if I'm still pregnant. And She wants to know when he/she is coming. I told her after Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://offthemark.com/search-results.php?topic=none&amp;amp;keywords=pregnant&amp;amp;resultsfrom=1&amp;amp;browseall=false"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPfrSF0xcI/AAAAAAAAAic/sEdrAiCcLB4/s200/boy+girl.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342359517675177410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;We went for a Sunday drive together and ended up doing some shopping. At the cash she asked me if she could tell the teller we were having a baby. I smiled and said it would be alright. She was so proud to tell her. Hope found a ratt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;le for the new baby and wanted to buy it, so we gave in.....I want her to feel fully involved in this special time. I think it's important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So as you can see this weekend was great...And I'm feeling great....This is the best news...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We couldn't be any happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Life seems to bless you with all these great blessings at different times in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am blessed that it happened so quickly..We've only been trying since &lt;/span&gt;February&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, I &lt;/span&gt;believe&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I am also lucky because my fiance loves my pregnant glow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPeoS2SgVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vMZX3qDL1Fo/s1600-h/okay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPeoS2SgVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vMZX3qDL1Fo/s200/okay.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342358366827217234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We also did the: 'let's take two pregnancy tests to make sure.' lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of waiting we jumped up and down and of coarse I started to cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the countdown begin.....&lt;br /&gt;Thanxs again for stopping by.....&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiPgo0i_p9I/AAAAAAAAAik/UvkaLuaLHfE/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiApOE1trBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/t2HsfINN-78/s200/friday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341314479855348754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope your having better weather then we are!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm in a good mood today... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Having h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ot flashes as we speak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.but everything good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I just finished dancing with Hope in her room. I love having those special moments with her, I cherish every minute.  Just her and I grooving to kids danc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We may look goofy but we always have a blas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We try to dance almost everyday!This is a great way of making a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; connection with your kids.&lt;br /&gt;It gives her a chance to express herself. Hope has been subjected to music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;as early as in she was in the womb. I used to sing to her everyday and now when I sing her this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;particular she swears she's heard it before and she knows many of the words. Music is a big part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiAq8_Zcg6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/GtUgaruedsY/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiAq8_Zcg6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/GtUgaruedsY/s200/dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341316385360085922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rainy days can be somewhat frustrating at times when you have kids. What to do with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;them all day long in the house. How to pass the time. Hope and I enjoy making crafts, ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;king and mostly cuddling up together on the couch, under a soft blanket and watching a great kids movie...and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;munchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;' on a great big bowl of popcorn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's features was Stuart Little 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiEyAiX-yvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/cK4hwWePwUg/s1600-h/staurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiEyAiX-yvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/cK4hwWePwUg/s200/staurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341605617846897394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; A simple little heart-warming movie about a little mouse named Stuart who falls for a flighty little bird named Margalo. St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;uart ends up finding out that Margalo has ulterior motives and and that she's being bullied by the falcon. In the end they end up helping each other.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Hope what her favorite part of the movie was and she replied: 'Stuart help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ing the little bird.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sweeeet&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; girl I have!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part about it is that she missed some of the movie because she kept asking me questions throughout. She's just like her M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eme....talks and talks through the movie! &lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yesterday, Even Almighty was on the satellite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dish with S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;teve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Carell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0413099/taglines"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiExokcc06I/AAAAAAAAAhc/2Hl8bC1z9wQ/s200/even.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341605206085653410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a comedy about biblical proportions. She likes watching it because of all the animals. We got to the end of the movie when the main character 'Evan Baxter' was urging all the town folk to climb aboard the boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;because the flood was coming. As soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; as the water cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e and the boat was smashing into houses she immediately asked me if it was going to ever happen here. Because she said we have a river close by ( remember she's only 3 1/2) I was shocked by her questions. But I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; put her mind at ease. She's so smart and clever, I tell ya. Always thinking!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Always on her toes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She kept asking me: Where is the boat going? Why are all the animals in it? Why is there so much water? and so on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids really say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; the darndest things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I've chosen my next blanket to make...After much consideration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I've finally made up my mind. I want a simple one to make so I can actually say I made one from start to finish in a matter of weeks. Hope's blanket is taking me forever!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm enjoying every minute of it. I just thought I wanted one done before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.favecrafts.com/Crochet/Striped-Crochet-Baby-Blanket"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiE2H6IYIlI/AAAAAAAAAhs/IYTbN5dfbAc/s200/Striped+Crochet+Baby+Blanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341610142529495634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I liked this one. It looks easy enough. I may make it bigger though. I had found another but not sure how complicated it would be or if would be another blanket which would take me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.woolcrafting.com/octagon-baby-afghan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiE282DEXrI/AAAAAAAAAh0/OCXWH6hwIU0/s200/octagon-baby-afghan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341611051966553778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is the other....it looks so nice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Decisions, decisions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I may change my mind....not sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Come back to see which I've chosen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope all is well with you all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Have a great weekend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You can bet I'll be eating my soda crackers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiExdCSp_XI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3lAvGL_GX8o/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiExdCSp_XI/AAAAAAAAAhU/3lAvGL_GX8o/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341605007939206514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Smile someone somewhere  loves ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-5507647216826254650?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/5507647216826254650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5507647216826254650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5507647216826254650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-friday.html' title='Happy friday...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SiApOE1trBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/t2HsfINN-78/s72-c/friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-871881037608036408</id><published>2009-05-27T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:03:43.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Vents'/><title type='text'>Happy Wednesdays....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1ACGOqaWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mwNnjtIPulM/s1600-h/mexican-hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1ACGOqaWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mwNnjtIPulM/s200/mexican-hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340495137907304802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Good Morning to all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;As I was searching for a nice flower to brighten up my post today, I stumble upon this funny looking flower. It's called a Mexican Hat, and it's a Native Perennial wildflower.&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was: WOW....that's some funny looking flower, as I giggled a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Then...well....I won't tell you what it reminded me of....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1A9xXseWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/EaHwKbfc0x8/s1600-h/Smiley+face.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1A9xXseWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/EaHwKbfc0x8/s200/Smiley+face.....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340496163100195170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am in a good mood today...Despite the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dreary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;weather today. Things are great here. I have a secret to tell but will keep you guys in suspense for a few days longer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Before I begin with this weeks Vents...Have you guys watched the season finally for Criminal minds...That is one me and Allen's favorite shows..The whole show was suspenseful, but the last few seconds was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;unreal. I can't believe they would kill off Aaron Hotchner off the show...And now we half to wait for a few months to know what happens...Ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ugly Betty was a two hour long season finale. Poor Betty, always ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tting herself i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;n these messes. I almost cried when I saw Daniel's wife getting wheeled out of their apartment. Very sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, my Pet peeves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is too much? Some people rely way to much on their parents for their e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ery need. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's okay to ask for help but their is a fine line between a helping hand and simply expecting them to drop everything for you and help you out on a daily basis. At a certain point in your life, you need to be able to stand on your own two feet and take control of your life and struggles. As parents get older, it's not their job to raise their kids, kids. As they grow older and enter another phase of their lives, they should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; feel free to explore new venues, new challenges, new joys. This should be a time where they get back to spending more time with their partners, with whom they fell in love with way back w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;hen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We've perhaps all had help from our parents and perhaps continue to do so, and I hope I can help my kids in return but isn't their a limit too how much help we should ask for. When you notice your parents over tired and in a somewhat zombie looking state should you not stop asking for help and find an alternative solution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people simply take advantage of their parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you can do something for yourself why get another to do it for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are silly things that annoy me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but that I let roll off my back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing to get really angry at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iconator.com/avatarcat.php?CatID=10&amp;amp;page=3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1PPK6eDJI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ogsetMf0v0g/s200/ICONATOR_e21eadd1daafd67793046a60d7f3f211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340511855177501842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting the dirty dishes in the sink without rinsing them. And then not putting then in the dish washer which is beside the sink...Anymore closer if would bite them in the @ss. After Waking up in the morning and seeing your sink which was cleaned the night before, filled with dirty unopened and unrinsed Tupperware from his lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Besides the obvious irritations of dirty plates/silverware/glasses and inattentive staff. I hate being in a restaurant where the music is too loud and I can't even hear myself swallow my food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dislike when the waitress/waiter takes your order, brings you drinks and they never ask you again for a refill on your beverages. I know their busy and at times understaffed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it seems to happens way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dislike when they make a point to ask you if you want your salad before your meal and it comes a few seconds before they bring you your order. Then you have no room for your salad so you simply give back your salad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm beginning to dislike my Wednesdays Vents...I feel as though some days I'm grasping at straws to find Pet Peeves....  such as todays...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think I'm gonna change it up a bit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Some Wednesdays I will write what I truly feel blessed about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll have an easier time to write about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope everyone is happy this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As I am...Life couldn't be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Talk to u soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Remember... to take time and kiss your kids...smile with your kids...enjoy every moment..&lt;br /&gt;It goes by too quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1P-FHrBdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dwlHCbR-ono/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1P-FHrBdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/dwlHCbR-ono/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340512661076116946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iconator.com/avatarcat.php?CatID=10&amp;amp;page=3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1PyGEFd5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/g4kD5MD32rY/s200/ICONATOR_1ab80f86c1fb9e78843bc10477e179b2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340512455171078034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S   As for the secret....You'll need to come back soon!!&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta 4 Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s  I found another blanket I want to make...&lt;br /&gt;I'll show u soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-871881037608036408?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/871881037608036408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-wednesdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/871881037608036408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/871881037608036408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-wednesdays.html' title='Happy Wednesdays....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sh1ACGOqaWI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mwNnjtIPulM/s72-c/mexican-hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-4545769973092884929</id><published>2009-05-24T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:09:39.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crochet'/><title type='text'>Sunday funnies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlNfK_4meI/AAAAAAAAAf0/o_CpJQoFOd4/s1600-h/100_4900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlNfK_4meI/AAAAAAAAAf0/o_CpJQoFOd4/s200/100_4900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384031148022242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Good Morning Friends.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend. I myself am ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;y happy this morning. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When you open your blog to see another follower it's quite satisfying. It brought a smile to my face. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just wanted to say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanxs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so very much for reading and coming back to hear what I half to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;say. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I hope you always find yourselves chuckling and smiling about some wacky thing I said...or my bad spelling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Moving on to my crochet projects....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on my daughters blanket....it's seemingly  taking forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlNKtU6dKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vLcYZShhqsc/s1600-h/100_4893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlNKtU6dKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vLcYZShhqsc/s200/100_4893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339383679585776802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlMy8yRM9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/93ykYaSdv2Y/s1600-h/100_4887_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlMy8yRM9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/93ykYaSdv2Y/s200/100_4887_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339383271418573778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;For my very first blanket I didn't take the easiest pattern to follow. But it's challenging and it's keeping me busy. For the time I've already put in it, there is not much to show for...LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I actually had to walk away from it a few times and forget about it. I kept reading the pattern but nothing was sinking in.&lt;br /&gt;That's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'tip'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for other beginners if it doesn't compute the first time, walk away from the project and come back to it later. After reading it again the next day, I f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;igured it ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t. At least I think I'm doing it right. I could be completely doing it wrong but it looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; good and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;that's what counts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm also having nightmares lately about finishing her blanket, washing it in the washer and dryer and it unravelling/coming apart! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I would be completely devastated and discouraged from picking up a needle again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I am already eyeing another blanket to make, much simpler, I believe. Just a simple z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;igzag Afghan with a few colors. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But for now back to the first blanket at hand, and Only &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;106 more squares to make&lt;/span&gt;...  AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This weekend was my brother's 40th birthday, we celebrated it by going to&lt;br /&gt;Lonestar and followed it by going upstairs to hear a great band called' Rusty' whom I believe where from Montreal. They were awesome. They covered 70 and 80's cover songs.  We had lots of fun. We were about 16 people, mostly family. The Bar scene hasn't changed a bit nor will it ever....I think the last time I stepped in a bar was over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 4 years ago now...I actually felt out of place. It was fun being there with my parents, brother and cousins. It was even more hilarious watching the line of men beside the dance floor ogling the women dancing. Men are a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;weir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;d species. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlVlmuSfxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Xde6735_L0E/s1600-h/beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlVlmuSfxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Xde6735_L0E/s200/beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339392937762651922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My mom made a comment that just the women were dancing while the men were watching. I had to laugh, than said it's not like back in your day when the dance floor was a Rockin' with everyone dancing men/women! Now a days, you see the men drinking their drinks and trying to calculate which women they are going to hit on and which women they are going to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;Their always seems to be that group of men whom think they are God's gift to women. Yet are nothing to write home about. One of the guys was all-dressed up like a cowboy, hat and boots and all. He was having a great time dancing all by himself(not on the da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nce floor) but beside his buddies. He was too fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ny. We all had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dance floor their was a girl dancing to Shakira, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she was even dressed like her. But her clothes were just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tad&lt;/span&gt; way tooooo small. Let's just say their were things that were jiggling that even I didn't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;You find all kinds of people at a bar. I shouldn't be laughing at them because they looked like they were having fun but......come on...it was funny and I after a few drinks it see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ms that much more hilarious. My fiance pointed out a girl dressed somewhat like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dorothy from the Wizard of OZ, until she started dirty dancing with her partner... :)&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I told Allen that I had a great nite, but going to a bar regularly just wasn't my thing. Been there, done that a while back, not interested anymore. On top of which, my finance doesn't like to dance, only if it's a slow dance so how fun is that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I never was too much into the bar scene. They simply drove me nuts...My friends would get all dolled up, cake on the make-up, and wear their tops which showed the most cleavage. I hated that ritual with a passion. Yes, I also got dressed up but I didn't want to let m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;girls hang out(I'm referring to my boobs).&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm gonna meet the man of my dreams looking like a hootchie mama, perhaps the man for a night but not a man for the rest of my life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I simply enjoyed dancing with my friends and sharing a few laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's all in the past now...I found my man....no need to frequent bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm off for now...grocery shopping and BBQ with my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope everyone is having a good weekend....In a bar or not!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I'm kind of a funny girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I walk to the beat of my own drum!!&lt;br /&gt;Take care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShliKVG3DLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/EqtX3yxIauc/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShliKVG3DLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/EqtX3yxIauc/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339406762828565682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o71/cdlaynern/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brunette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShliroJikoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5zsZsRxx0yk/s200/brunette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339407334875763330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-4545769973092884929?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/4545769973092884929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-funnies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4545769973092884929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4545769973092884929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-funnies.html' title='Sunday funnies....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShlNfK_4meI/AAAAAAAAAf0/o_CpJQoFOd4/s72-c/100_4900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-3094677203932388058</id><published>2009-05-16T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:29:56.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Real'/><title type='text'>An Eye opener...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/Reptiles_And_Amphibi_g87-RedEyed_Tree_Frog_p2608.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sg7MOiIA9ZI/AAAAAAAAAes/kdJjf8FIE04/s200/frogggg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336427158531274130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Good Morning to all friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The weather is so p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;redictable&lt;/span&gt; lately. Rain one day, the next day sunny and so on...&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing this little Frog doesn't mind...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm sure it ain't always easy being green! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes...I am feeling somewhat comical today..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Life has been good lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For the most part,  I've been thinking positive for a change. Positivity can only bring us inner peace. Maintaining a positive outlook will certainly make you feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; and help you manage your stress levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am trying to stay away from or should I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DE&lt;/span&gt;-clutter myself of people and things whom bring me down. Instead of thinking of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e negative outcome/situation I'm rem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inding&lt;/span&gt; myself of all the beauty and blessed things/people whom surround me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think we need to do that sometimes. We should recognize all the important things which makes up so happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;These past few weeks my daughter has met her first real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphicssoft.about.com/od/coreldrawsuitedownloads/l/blppsprays04.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sg7eJUJAQOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xaSRYmWxuNs/s200/cookieheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336446860087279842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; girl/friend. She is a few months older than her and they get along great. She speaks more French as Hope speaks more English. Great way to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;help each other learn the other language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This has made me so happy because it's her first real pal. Perhaps friends forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm just fumbling with happiness. I'm maybe more happier than she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; is or realizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our kids '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;' are priceless, are they not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked her friend over for supper a few nights ago and the girls giggled the whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The girls mother informed me later that it was her daughters first time alone at a friends for supper. Everything went well. They laugh and had fun. They played a few board games and sang a few songs in Mama's real microphone, which they had a blast! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; to see them play together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I've looked after other kids and she has girl cousins but this was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made the first step in introducing herself to this girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm a proud Mama!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Getting back to riding oneself of negativity! I strongly suggest avoiding people sucking us into a maelstrom because it seems as though one is always swirling around them. I bet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we all have a few of those people in our lives. (related or not.) Life is about finding that right person/soul mate and enjoying each others company, love, friendship, mutual admiration and loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. Not about being miserable and thinking about those around you, you cannot change. After one failed marriage I'm looking forward to what marriage really has to offer! I'm truly in love with my fiance. And he is definitely the right fit for me. When you find a man whom can make you feel like their is no other in the room but the both of you, I believe it's true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When you wake up the morning of your wedding thinking....not sure I want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;k down the aisle with this person...You know, you should have called it off....Women really need to follow their intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When standing at the alter and the best man can't find your rings...Yet Another sign!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The next day at the gift opening, if you overhear your 12 yr old cousin saying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e other cousin, that her aunt seems only happy when the new found groom is away, yet another sign of what's to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;When you spend the night of your wedding on the dance floor with your 7 yr old niece dancing without the groom in sight, you know your doomed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShFgkGw7gJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/iqknukeTlnk/s1600-h/Broken-hearted.eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShFgkGw7gJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/iqknukeTlnk/s200/Broken-hearted.eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337153206818144402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more....   lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Life is about having ups and downs, it's about learning from your mistakes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And hopefully not repeating them over and over again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My life is for the better now. I have learnt many things. And I can honestly say I truly met the man I am gonna grow old with. And as for those who perhaps annoy me from time to time, bring it on. I have better things to do with my time than play childish games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I truly hope everyone has the chance to meet their 'Mister Big', their 'Right fit,'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'The man of your dreams.' Life is truly better when you can share your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; and laughs along side of someone whom truly and madly loves you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope everyone is having a great long weekend...Was just checking my mail and remember I started a post on Saturday morning but forgot to post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;I keep doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a fabulous weekend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Smile someone, somewhere loves you !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShFdN2O2ILI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nUZbrZZBNaQ/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShFdN2O2ILI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nUZbrZZBNaQ/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337149525888213170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;P.S   I am truly blessed...this morning when my daughter came to wake me up.... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I could hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt;-patter approaching my room as I do every morning!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing beats that sound in the morning!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kisses me Good-morning and asks for cereal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As she is walking out the door I hear her say&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love having a Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShFh4JtNScI/AAAAAAAAAfM/OeFeYfgwBes/s1600-h/kewl+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShFh4JtNScI/AAAAAAAAAfM/OeFeYfgwBes/s200/kewl+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337154650716850626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I felt at that moment like the luckiest Mom in the world. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She's the most kindest, warm-hearted, emotional 3 1'2 yr old girl I've ever known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As I tell her every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFSJh9sJilU"&gt;I carry your heart with me, I carry in my heart....&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a terrific line from the poem by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; Cummings&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. Really beautiful poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-3094677203932388058?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/3094677203932388058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/eye-opener.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/3094677203932388058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/3094677203932388058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/eye-opener.html' title='An Eye opener...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sg7MOiIA9ZI/AAAAAAAAAes/kdJjf8FIE04/s72-c/frogggg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-4531720990919270714</id><published>2009-05-13T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:54:50.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Vents'/><title type='text'>Good Wednesday Everybody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgtNFOxUGRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/hEYuRR_H8-g/s1600-h/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgtNFOxUGRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/hEYuRR_H8-g/s200/wed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335442935810103570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope everyone is having a goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;d week. I'd like to share with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;u, one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;of my favorite shows lately. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;For a few weeks now my fiance and I have been watching this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;cute show on ABC called 'Cupid.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a comedy, involving a man whom believes he's a modern day Cupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; despite what his therapist thinks. He truly believes he's the God of love sent to New York to pair couples together and needs 100 couples whom are truly in love to get himself back to Mount Olympus.  Sounds weird, but a must see. Before they cancel yet another simple yet cute show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was subjected to one woman's rants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxmUDoamOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aqzlOVvIhd0/s1600-h/negativo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 66px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxmUDoamOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aqzlOVvIhd0/s200/negativo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335752153285433570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was at a play date with my newly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;found friend when she mention she had met another women in our area with two kids wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;om is also looking for a few friends to hang out with as well as find friends for her two boys. The second after she introduced herself, she lite up a smoke and let her frustrations out.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to let off some steam now and then and today was hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxjcyrCq7I/AAAAAAAAAds/8Ibk-Ri86Vs/s1600-h/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxjcyrCq7I/AAAAAAAAAds/8Ibk-Ri86Vs/s200/scream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335749004816985010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And then it happened...as I was listening with such kindness....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was insulted! She insulted me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxmgYNh5ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bMfOuqYotRc/s1600-h/pianto2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 60px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxmgYNh5ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bMfOuqYotRc/s200/pianto2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335752364968240530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and my friend were talking about whom she had as a Real Estate Agent and she mentioned her name and then mentioned she was a bigger lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then she looks at me and said: 'I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything bad by that.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wasn't offended I r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;eplied, you weren't talking about me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And well.....I'm OK with being a 'fluffy' women. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She then mentioned how she keeps putting her foot in her mouth!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I understand she's having a bad and frustrating day but......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why is it that so often we let people off the hook for speaking before actually thinking a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bout what they are going to say. Sometimes we all say things we regret. We have all had momentary blunders. Words which have spewed from our lips and have a mind of their own.&lt;br /&gt;I know that but....What about those people whom do it on a regular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; basis.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; People whom seem to have diarrhea of the mouth. Do they not need to own up to what they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; say?&lt;/span&gt; Speaking our minds without thinking at times can be damaging. Our tongues seem to hold much more power than perhaps we think. This was the first encounter with this women and sadly enough I'm kind of put off. She may be nice but let's just say our first encounter wasn't the greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lack of thoughts make people inconsiderate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people find excuses for other people's behaviors. Such as: he/she didn't mean it that way or they perhaps didn't think before they said it or blah, blah, blah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;When should we make them accountable for the things they say? Do I need to keep my mouth shut every time people say stupid stuff around me? Why do I half to be subjected to their thoughtless, random stupidity. I don't have control of what they say...but shouldn't they ??&lt;br /&gt;I know I can choose to stay away from these selected few but what if you can't...perhaps there is no real answer to this rant..but I had to at least share it with you as you may also have had this happen to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my rant for today....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sorry I forgot to post it yest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;erday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your NOT surrounded by people whom merely blunder S*** out of their mouths constantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxgM5bCgAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xeot5uL8SGo/s1600-h/sip+it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxgM5bCgAI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xeot5uL8SGo/s200/sip+it.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335745433216122882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a great Thursday! Meet up with you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Today I hope I get more crochet done.....Weathers sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxlLGmp54I/AAAAAAAAAd0/-XiO-FdGnpM/s1600-h/umbrella.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgxlLGmp54I/AAAAAAAAAd0/-XiO-FdGnpM/s200/umbrella.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335750899952904066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sgxeu-owPeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LZhsuwq1laE/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sgxeu-owPeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LZhsuwq1laE/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335743819708120546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please leave a comment!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-4531720990919270714?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/4531720990919270714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-wednesday-everybody.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4531720990919270714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4531720990919270714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-wednesday-everybody.html' title='Good Wednesday Everybody!'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgtNFOxUGRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/hEYuRR_H8-g/s72-c/wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-2070021178649422549</id><published>2009-05-12T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:41:09.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Inner Peace....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can I say about Mothers Day this year......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It was fabulous. The weather not so much but I spent the day with Hope and Allen, need I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; more. Throw in my parents and brother to the equation and it was almost perfect! We went to the Tulip Festival, it was very cloudy and somewhat damp....but the tulips are what kep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;t us warm or they did me! They were so beautiful, the colors were radiant.  It was like walking in the scene of 'The Wizard of Oz.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; couldn't help but take too many pictures of Hope, Daddy and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And they turned out gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmFnrkLEaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hTJpjWLRem8/s1600-h/100_4881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmFnrkLEaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hTJpjWLRem8/s200/100_4881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334942150352900514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is something about coming back each year to the Tulip Festival which brings me great joy! The thought of a mindless day, enjoying each others company and spending quality time with each other is in word: Priceless!&lt;/span&gt; What ever we do we just love spending time together.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Every morning brings a brand new discovery, and everyday she encounters something new which makes her so cheerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And in return makes me look at it through her eyes and experience these moments as I perhaps did as a child!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Quality time is often more important than quantity. Enjoying these day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;s together away from home,  television, computers, bills and abrupt phone calls is more important and something your children will remember in the long run.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I look forward to this special day every year and hopefully for many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;years ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmFV3SPCXI/AAAAAAAAAck/2auFdW29BQI/s1600-h/100_4843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmFV3SPCXI/AAAAAAAAAck/2auFdW29BQI/s200/100_4843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334941844261243250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I asked Hope what she lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed about this day she replied: the Cotton Candy her Daddy bought her, taking pictures, spending time with her Daddy and I, Meme and Pepe and running after the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;seagulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and feeding them crackers. She also said she wanted to grow tulips and that&lt;br /&gt;and I quote&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;she loved everything with her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(remember she's only 3 1/2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmMkMk6v6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/2nNLpG_h_10/s1600-h/hopeheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmMkMk6v6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/2nNLpG_h_10/s200/hopeheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334949787076312994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here with overflowing warmth for my daughter, I just want to cry! She honestly says the most priceless things!!!  She is a beauty! What more can I say! She gives me an abundance of love everyday. When I hear her call me 'Mama' I just feel warm and fuzzy. I think sometimes we take things to serious, we need to take more time to laugh and play with them and appreciate the small moments we have while our kids are still small and still want to be around us as opposed to when they grow up and are more independent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmGneJpOmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KpYKgz3-Wkc/s1600-h/100_4847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmGneJpOmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KpYKgz3-Wkc/s200/100_4847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334943246263597666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Today we may paint some more rocks for the garden, play around the house and just be happy. The weather is sunny and somewhat windy but overall a great looking day. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I'd rather be doing then enjoying today with my daughter!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great week!&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave me comments about your Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sgml_kMsOPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OMhC8U4kPPA/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sgml_kMsOPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OMhC8U4kPPA/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334977745064311026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmmGor8EUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jEBlSKdWbrA/s1600-h/brunette+rock.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmmGor8EUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jEBlSKdWbrA/s200/brunette+rock.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334977866528198978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-2070021178649422549?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/2070021178649422549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/inner-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2070021178649422549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2070021178649422549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/inner-peace.html' title='Inner Peace....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgmFnrkLEaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hTJpjWLRem8/s72-c/100_4881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-909745869089544785</id><published>2009-05-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:58:23.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Real'/><title type='text'>Here's a thought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRfTFE3VjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/GhphXPOGU6k/s1600-h/cooltext421724124.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRfTFE3VjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/GhphXPOGU6k/s200/cooltext421724124.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333492640098244146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Welcome to my GET REAL Posts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgShQ3MQN2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/yHRx5r6Vevo/s1600-h/avatar_20050.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgShQ3MQN2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/yHRx5r6Vevo/s200/avatar_20050.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333565169778833250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Where I come clean with things that I strongly believe in yet at times to shy or scared to say it out loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm so tired of feeling as though every time someone comes over to my houses it needs to be clean from top to bottom. My house is usually clean but as soon as someone says their coming over I start to panic and wonder what they will say if the house is in disorder. I think it's more me think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ing this way but this is how I feel. I'm tired of pondering what people will think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I believe that at a certain point in your life you need to stop thinking about what others may or may not say and just live your life for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It's good to think of others but you should ultimately consider your feelings first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgSfjwLHgSI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lQSFGsCbb9o/s1600-h/heart-8716_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgSfjwLHgSI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lQSFGsCbb9o/s200/heart-8716_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333563295289278754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;If they don't like what they see or if they are always on your case about something perhaps you should re-consider having them apart of your life. I find it hard at times to tell people exactly how I feel about certain situations. In all reality, by staying quiet I believe we inflict more harm on ourselves. It's hard trying to find friends which you and your husband/partner can enjoy spending time with. Either they have older children than yours or no kids.....or your not at the same place in your lives as they are.  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my daughter keeps asking me: What will we do tomorrow? or Aft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;er we play this game can we do this?  I always reply to her...'Can we just play this game and later we'll think of what we'll do then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live for the now &lt;/span&gt;I say!' Yet I don't take my own advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My fiance is somewhat more laid back then I am. OK...forget the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somewhat&lt;/span&gt; he is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; truly&lt;/span&gt; more laid back then moi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My problem is that I think too much!!! About everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;My brother laughs at me...He believes in stepping back, looking at the situation and confronting it head on. He believes in not letting situations consume us. But yet dealing with it, letting it go or else it will control your life. Sometimes I feel stuck in my head. I tend to over an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;alyze things way too much and replay it in my head over and over again...til I can figure out the situation better or not! Perhaps this is why I feel at times confused and my insecurities arise.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS TOO SHORT!!&lt;br /&gt;I read this line somewhere and I can't remember where I found it...&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Why live your life in your thoughts when you can actually live your life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgSiXxDJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAcc/esgwabZwMB4/s1600-h/avatar_5613.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgSiXxDJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAcc/esgwabZwMB4/s200/avatar_5613.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333566387900773042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think us thinkers need to stop thinking so damn much and simply enjoy our lives, and choose too be present in the moment. And not worry about everything around us and just let the chips fall where they may! As my brother would probably say it's about having realistic expectation's. You can't make people love you/ like you the way you want them too.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about trying to always appease people and try pleasing yourself instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRfTFE3VjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/GhphXPOGU6k/s1600-h/cooltext421724124.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-909745869089544785?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/909745869089544785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/909745869089544785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/909745869089544785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-thought.html' title='Here&apos;s a thought....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRfTFE3VjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/GhphXPOGU6k/s72-c/cooltext421724124.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-4797387715962408399</id><published>2009-05-08T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:42:42.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday to you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRCdIFLJUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/sd59LTReFj0/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRCdIFLJUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/sd59LTReFj0/s200/paint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333460926866335042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't we all love Fridays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Especially when looking out the window and realizing it may not rain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I put the dog out and to my surprise it's actually warm out there! Yahooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Perhaps today Hope can play outside which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;she sadly missed out on the last two days! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I think we may make more painted rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;s such as these for the flower garden bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's colorful and she had a blast making hers. I wasn't sure if the pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;int&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ould stay on being that we used paint for wood, glass (acrylic paint for crafts) but to our surprise it stayed on through the rain showers yesterday!  So, today she'll definitely want to mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e more of them. Great way of letting her imagination run wild on the rock surfaces and feeling like she's apart of making the garden look fabulous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRBKM2ldII/AAAAAAAAAa8/WFJWfIVbTxM/s1600-h/100_4806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRBKM2ldII/AAAAAAAAAa8/WFJWfIVbTxM/s200/100_4806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333459502218179714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRA_qyudtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Q4HBLHmcbrA/s1600-h/100_4805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRA_qyudtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Q4HBLHmcbrA/s200/100_4805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333459321276495570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I of coarse had to get in on the fun. The best way to make crafts is having someone right beside you enjoying it as well. Why sit on the sidelines and watch our kids have all the fun, might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;as well join them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;As long as it's not watching another episode of Dora The Explorer or Diego I'm happy...Don't get me wrong, they are excellent cartoons for kids, educational but after watching them over and over again, I don't want to be humming that tune ALL DAY LONG! As I often do.  Another is Max and Ruby, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK People&lt;/span&gt;...let's be honest...Is Ruby not the bossiest little bunny you've ever seen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can't stand watching this cartoon yet the message teaches our kids to share and the enjoyment of playing together and not that of being greedy nor selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;t it..but no wonder Max never talks, Ruby talks enough for the both of them! And may I ask w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here their parents are? The grandma makes an appearance once in a while but how old is Ruby that she needs not have supervision? Can you believe there are actually sites devoted to&lt;br /&gt;(I hate max and Ruby) That is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me started on 4Squares or In the night garden....&lt;br /&gt;What the (H-E double hockey sticks) is Macka Packa?? The names are ridiculous and the songs annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;There a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;re many I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; love watching with Hope such as: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Little bear,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Franklin,&lt;/span&gt; Arthur,&lt;br /&gt;Toopy and Binoo..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doodlebops&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toot and Puddle,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Zigby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Big and Small&lt;/span&gt; and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRL-KkbsgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lc3dUlpvdVg/s1600-h/kewl.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 32px; height: 32px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRL-KkbsgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/lc3dUlpvdVg/s200/kewl.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333471390074647042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Allen loves to introduce her to the old one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;s such as The smurfs, Garfield, Alvin and the Chipmunks and the Raccoons which she says she has nightmares of the raccoons! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My fiance could watch them every nite if he had the chance. lol&lt;br /&gt;He's still a kid at heart!&lt;br /&gt;I must admit my favorite was the little blue people which lived a simple and harmonious life and battled the scheming Gargamel or as I called him Gargasmell! lol Now these were simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;r cartoons. This is what Hope might say about her kids cartoons as she has kids of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgROwu_m9JI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mvJ18mHnSRM/s1600-h/20038_singer_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgROwu_m9JI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mvJ18mHnSRM/s200/20038_singer_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333474457869022354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just had to get that off my chest.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRNeVBwcBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Ig2UxiZiKxI/s1600-h/respect-069.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 42px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRNeVBwcBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Ig2UxiZiKxI/s200/respect-069.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333473042149437458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As we approach Sunday...Let me be the first to wish all Mother's a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRPeXFyvsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4Imap7CydoU/s1600-h/mothers-day-flowers-icon-mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRPeXFyvsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4Imap7CydoU/s200/mothers-day-flowers-icon-mi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333475241726492354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hope you all get treated like the queens we are! Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;And to my very own mother, I love you with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;You've given me such love and courage.&lt;br /&gt;Courage to go out there and fulfill my life dreams. If I could only be half to mother you've been to me it would certainly be great! Your a terrific mother and my very best friend!&lt;br /&gt;You've been there for me every step of the way and I truly adore you!&lt;br /&gt;You truly are the women I admire the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to the greatest Mother Ever!&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;Luv Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRQuKtBy7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/EHSzBwy7T8k/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRQuKtBy7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/EHSzBwy7T8k/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333476612790930354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;P.s Come back soon.......Hopefully I'll have pics from the Tulip Festival..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-4797387715962408399?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/4797387715962408399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-friday-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4797387715962408399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4797387715962408399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-friday-to-you.html' title='Happy Friday to you.....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgRCdIFLJUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/sd59LTReFj0/s72-c/paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-9057114726873698643</id><published>2009-05-06T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:05:08.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Vents'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgGtL3FDAvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Zd2BlOc3F80/s1600-h/eyeore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgGtL3FDAvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Zd2BlOc3F80/s200/eyeore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332733853058663154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hello friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today is somewhat of a gloomy day. The weather has taken yet another nose dive.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps another good day to keep my crochet flowers going. Hopefully the weather will be nice on Mother's Day. I am anxious to spend the day with my daughter and Allen at the tulip festival on Sunday! Should be fun and a relaxing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I promised here are my two Pet Peeves of the week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgGu7CBqDsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KJfXR8Mthv8/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgGu7CBqDsI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KJfXR8Mthv8/s200/angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332735762962714306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My first annoying pet peeve today is hearing people talking badly about people after they die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yet another of my favorite television stars dies at the golden age of 86. Bea Arthur was a great actress with great spunk, she pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ayed such roles as Dorothy Zbornak, from 'The Golden Girls' a middle aged women whom shared a Florida Home with three other vivacious women including her own witted mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ther. She also played Maude in the television spin-off of ' all in the family.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Her mother on the show 'Sophia' played by Estelle Getty also passed away July 22nd, 2008.  Two truly gifted souls.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I caught the end of this discussion on a radio program but it was something having to do with Bea Arthur taking something to her grave. And it was the same when Anna Nichole Smit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;h died, the stuff that reporters said about her was terrible. Every time someone dies in Hollywood, they talk badly about them in some way shape or form...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Come on people, ever heard of Karma???  What goes around comes around....Can we not just let them rest in peace....I don't know about you but when I make it up there in (heaven) I don't want to be explaining to THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BIG GUY why I was talking trash about dead people!! Why do some feel the need to keep talking badly about them or re-hash the bad things they've done. Just like talking about the tragic accident that took Princess Diana's life, do we need to keep bringing up the accident or conspiracy around her death every year, can we not just celebrate her life and the good she did!!  URGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a lighter note, I dislike people who park too close to your car in parking lots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Park between your own lines &lt;/span&gt;Morons&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You should be smart enough to think, that if your parking that close their is a BIG chance that I'm gonna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your car when trying to open my door. That's how dings and scratches happen! And if you make me climb into the passenger side to get into the drivers side...watch out!  Check out this site. You can actually buy cards to place on these cars that park to close. Cards that tell them how you feel!!   Quite funny!              &lt;a href="http://www.prankplace.com/petpeeveparking.htm?KBID=1163"&gt;http://www.prankplace.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgGwqbdbbhI/AAAAAAAAAac/c5QEm7PXbpU/s1600-h/car+too+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgGwqbdbbhI/AAAAAAAAAac/c5QEm7PXbpU/s200/car+too+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332737676755562002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;As a beginner blogger....I'm wondering if there are ever days that you write a post and then think to yourself...yeah, not my greatest post yet....perhaps this is one of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to leave me your thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a good day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgHCESRtrfI/AAAAAAAAAak/61GCQOGP9O4/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgHCESRtrfI/AAAAAAAAAak/61GCQOGP9O4/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756812664778226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-9057114726873698643?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/9057114726873698643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/9057114726873698643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/9057114726873698643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SgGtL3FDAvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Zd2BlOc3F80/s72-c/eyeore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-4083832876032291117</id><published>2009-05-02T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:19:19.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crochet'/><title type='text'>Monday Funnies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7rQc_P8yI/AAAAAAAAAX8/l3c7AWF86Bo/s1600-h/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7rQc_P8yI/AAAAAAAAAX8/l3c7AWF86Bo/s200/sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331957676745159458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Good morning my darlings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope all is well on this fine Monday. I am so excited the weather is beautiful. The sun is simply gorgeous! This weekend was fabulous. I had some time to crochet and I went out on a date with my fiance. We dropped off Hope to my parents house for the day and we went shopping for a bit, had a late lunch and a few drinks, laughed and gazed into each others eyes (lol) and went to see a movie ( a romantic comedy- I love you man) not the greatest of movies but funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; enough to warrant a few good laughs. We also shared a few kisses inthe movie theatre, I felt like a teenager again! Even though finding time is sometimes challenging, parents need to find time to spend alone with each other. When couples become parents they should remember to take time to continue to snuggle with their partner, have weekend getaways, enjoy coffee in the morning together before kids wake up. Creating uninterrupted time together is a mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;st to have a strong partnership, I believe. Allen and I had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wonderful day and night (lol) togeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7xtNKdaOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/85qOuZJqvAs/s1600-h/love+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7xtNKdaOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/85qOuZJqvAs/s200/love+hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331964767783184610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Crochet....To all my fellow crochet lovers, please don't laugh to much! So, I found a blanket I want to make Hope. It took me a while but I found the one I want to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7ydxWMMhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pQtLX1y4GNw/s1600-h/100_4767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7ydxWMMhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/pQtLX1y4GNw/s200/100_4767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965602129785362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7yVe0qwWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A_sqhqz1ci0/s1600-h/100_4766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7yVe0qwWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A_sqhqz1ci0/s200/100_4766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965459718390114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm changing the colors a bit, instead of violet, I'll use purple and eggplant...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyways, to make a long story short, I bought two rolls of Purple, 2 Eggplant, 1 Yellow and one Green. I THOUGHT I was on top of the game. Then I started to think...not quite sure why this popped in my head but I wondered if with the new season, would the yarn all change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; So, next visit to Micheal's I asked if that was true and she said yes....AHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I recently have been working one my first blanket ever and realized I really didn't have enough yarn to even make half of a blan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ket. Being somewhat naive I thought, I should enough yarn to make my 1st blanket ever. NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For that project I only bought a roll each of four colors. (see last post)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Are you laughing yet!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For Hope's blanket I did the same. But after hearing of the (yarn season change thing), I bought tw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o rolls instead for each color. WRONG AGAIN....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This weekend I started to make the yellow flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf70nixhz4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/FavcMzlogfU/s1600-h/100_4768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf70nixhz4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/FavcMzlogfU/s200/100_4768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331967969039863682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf70y7jq2dI/AAAAAAAAAY8/e4miq3XjGsA/s1600-h/100_4769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf70y7jq2dI/AAAAAAAAAY8/e4miq3XjGsA/s200/100_4769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331968164671183314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf71BEuwqhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/pPFf7iAFy48/s1600-h/100_4771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf71BEuwqhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/pPFf7iAFy48/s200/100_4771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331968407651789330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I've made about 12 flowers and only need about 99 more left to go...I decided to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; read the instruction slowly and carefully. Upon reading further, I had a good laugh at my own expense. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I realized that my project said I needed 1,100 yrds and the skeins I bought are of 250 yards each. Therefore I need to buy at least 5 more balls. And the primary color I need about 7 more balls. AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A good rule is to always buy more than you think you need because you can bring it back if you don't need it (another tid-bit the lady at Micheal's informed me about!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But the most important rule in crochet I have learnt is......drum role please...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;READ THE INSTRUCTION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;COMPLETELY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;On top of which I need to go back to Micheal's soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;n before all that yarn is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I hope your not laughing to hard at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf74kUWLhPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PLQJu6r4Y_g/s1600-h/100_4772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf74kUWLhPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PLQJu6r4Y_g/s200/100_4772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331972311673963762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am also working on a star scarf for Hope. I will need perhaps about 20-25 of the stars, then I will attach them together and she'll have a pretty fashionable scarf. Very easy to make. I have found a few patterns to make scarfs for almost every holiday. You can make a scarf full of hearts, Christmas trees, snowman, pumpkins and so on. Very cute idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pattern is from: &lt;a href="http://stormyzcrochet.weebly.com/star-spangle-scarf-pattern.html"&gt;http://stormyzcrochet.weebly.com/star-spangle-scarf-pattern.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;afterwards I will attach the stars from this pattern from :&lt;a href="http://crafty-nerd.blogspot.com/2008/01/star-scarf-tute.html"&gt;http://crafty-nerd.blogspot.com/2008/01/star-scarf-tute.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I have figured out that if one pattern cause you trouble find another pattern and simply mix and match patterns together. (hope that made sense)  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have also completed these cute finger towels..Didn't take me long to make them either. Great gift idea. I made them watching a movie with Hope. Nothing to complicated. Brings a little color to the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf75iaS6S4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/COegiwT9ZLw/s1600-h/100_4774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf75iaS6S4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/COegiwT9ZLw/s200/100_4774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973378422754178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished my very first Beanie, and it's mine. All mine. It fits like a glove. It wasn't as challenging as I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Will certainly make more of these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf77x150bqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sfhHiyy0lPo/s1600-h/100_4762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf77x150bqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sfhHiyy0lPo/s200/100_4762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331975842554998434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well I hope you enjoyed your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;You know what I will be making for the next little while.. more flowers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And back to Micheal's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Another thing I find funny, is that now that I'm interested in Crochet I find I hear more people talking about it. I was in Old Navy yesterday and one of the items of the week is a crochet tank top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would funk it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Have a great week ya'll...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf8FuktW1eI/AAAAAAAAAZk/petHnpBs7Lc/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf8FuktW1eI/AAAAAAAAAZk/petHnpBs7Lc/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986781515994594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry for the spelling mistakes...I tend to write too quickly and not re-read what I write which at times......... Oh heck! I tend to ramble...There I admit it...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-4083832876032291117?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/4083832876032291117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-funnies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4083832876032291117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4083832876032291117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-funnies.html' title='Monday Funnies.....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sf7rQc_P8yI/AAAAAAAAAX8/l3c7AWF86Bo/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-8949530416216256072</id><published>2009-04-29T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:14:40.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Vents'/><title type='text'>Who said life wasn't funny....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfhgqBHS4VI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9PM-ccHEObw/s1600-h/take+me+as+i+am.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfhgqBHS4VI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9PM-ccHEObw/s200/take+me+as+i+am.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330116433962787154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Good afternoon all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What gets under my skin you ask lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Weekdays, need I say more! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There never seems to be enough hours in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfiDJNePLEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dFWT2aaMQ-Y/s1600-h/smiley+in+sun.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfiDJNePLEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/dFWT2aaMQ-Y/s200/smiley+in+sun.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330154353251527746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfhgezBRnRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0khtWb1yu64/s1600-h/Toilet-bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfhgezBRnRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0khtWb1yu64/s200/Toilet-bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330116241200880914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;One of my pet peeves is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Women's Bathrooms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Can y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ou say gross! Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;me on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;now, we're supposed to be cleaner than men yet our public bathrooms say oth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;erwise. As I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; sit on the throne or should I say almost sitting, while holding my balance because I don't want my tooch touching the dirty toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am amazed at the amount of people whom write stuff on the walls. You know what I'm talking about: I love so and so, this one is a B**ch and the annoying poems and blah, blah, blah. Then there are the 'I shall blow my nose on the walls kind of people. Yet there's toilet paper right beside them. Any closer and it would bite them in the a**. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing is worse than having to use the facilities when your traveling, you walk in and their filthy. On top of which there's paper toilet all over the floors, plenty of water around the sink and you have your daughter with you whom your trying to teach &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUCH ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; in the public washrooms! lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Another annoying tid-bit about washrooms is the enormous gap &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;between the doors. I mean, can I not have privacy going to the washroom, no I'm having to sit (or crouch) and have some lady staring at me through the huge gap while I pee. Or there's the 'I'm glad I have a girlfriend with me' so she can guard the door while I do my business and wish I was at home to pee or that my bladder could hold more liquids. And I don't need to mention the lack of toilet paper..Urgg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfh3xl2jCTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QNva6NFD9dg/s1600-h/funny-bathroom-tissue-signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfh3xl2jCTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QNva6NFD9dg/s200/funny-bathroom-tissue-signs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141852851177778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfh4MWTg9MI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3-fl46StmPQ/s1600-h/bathroom+toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfh4MWTg9MI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3-fl46StmPQ/s200/bathroom+toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330142312534176962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another thing which just makes me laugh is people whom get the wrong number more than once in a span of a few minutes and keep calling you.  We all have made the error of calling an incorrect number. It's happens. But it's the people who keep calling, pondering why their number is wrong. When their sure that, that person lived there at some point and time. .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfh0ZOrNQLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/I7dChdd9Tjs/s1600-h/th_huh-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfh0ZOrNQLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/I7dChdd9Tjs/s200/th_huh-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330138135777853618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Do they not realize that if they call back in five minutes, it will still be me answering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then there's the, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can I tell you the number I called and we'll see if I simply dialed it wrong&lt;/span&gt; scenario.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or, the, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I called the right number&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;than another pause&lt;/span&gt;, you can almost hear the confusion in their voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then there's the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna talk to you for a while caller,&lt;/span&gt;' like I have nothing better else to do than talk to a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well...I hope I made you laugh even for just a little while....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well it's a sunny day, enjoy the warmth on your face, and if you Must use a bathroom I hope it's at your house!  lol&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon my friends...&lt;br /&gt;And remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfhg5nKrXzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DlbAz4X17cw/s1600-h/shit+happens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfhg5nKrXzI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DlbAz4X17cw/s200/shit+happens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330116701875560242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfh1OgbomkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/i7n8UZK2YMg/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sfh1OgbomkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/i7n8UZK2YMg/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330139051077442114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-8949530416216256072?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/8949530416216256072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-said-life-wasnt-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8949530416216256072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/8949530416216256072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-said-life-wasnt-funny.html' title='Who said life wasn&apos;t funny....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfhgqBHS4VI/AAAAAAAAAXE/9PM-ccHEObw/s72-c/take+me+as+i+am.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-267592486539435944</id><published>2009-04-28T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:24:38.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>The desire of my heart. ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShKvYsrZwzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CZzwXvQV2_I/s1600-h/heart1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShKvYsrZwzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CZzwXvQV2_I/s200/heart1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337521347232383794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What's the most powerful word you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mine is Adoption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word which can be a positive or negative one for some.I myself was adopted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;at a young age.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have always felt extremely lucky to have been adopted by my parents. As I mentioned in earlier posts my parents couldn't be the nicest to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; people you could ever meet. I have never in my 33 years of life ever thought of them as not being my mom and dad. They have given me so much and I truly feel as though perhaps I was born for them and as such for me. They have given me such love and endless possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it may have been said many a times, it's not whom has given you birth but the people whom have been beside you when you first spoke your first precious word, whose been supportive of you through thick and thin, whose embraced you countless ways, whose listened to you when you've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n and whose been your biggest fan. I have struggled with mixed emotions of curiosity and at times anger and frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The one thing I believe is that adoption belongs on the ordinary continuum of human experience. We all face many obstacles in our lives and the feelings attached to adoption are somewhat personalized. Adoption will mean different emotions throughout one persons life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon learning of the newly adoption laws, I am rushed with mixed emotions once again. Many a times, I have been haunted with the truth of perhaps never knowing whom gave me life than decided to give me up. I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acknowled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt; that we all have faults, we are not perfect and therefore their could be inexplicable answers as to why I was shoved aside yet I still feel at times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t and angry as to how someone could have given a newly born baby up for adoption. Please do not try to argue with me that I should be happy that they gave me what they thought would be a better life because I am not arguing that fact I am simply owning my own feelings and expressing them how I see fit. I am angry, I'm allowed to be. Feelings such as these don't go away over night. Sadly enough I've experienced these feelings throughout my relationships with others. It is something that marks you for life. I do have issues with people dying and weaving in and out of my life because I will perhaps always have that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt inside of feeling abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To be honest I would really like to know if I have &lt;/span&gt;siblings&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; whom really look like me. It would be nice to know if we have the same interests, likes and dislikes. It would be kind of exciting to know they never lived that far away from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It would be great to know if I came from a big family. The fact of the matter is that it would be great to know lots of stuff but in opening Pandora's box, I would half to face the good and bad things I may not want to com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e to terms with. It's not an easy conclusion, it's not all it's cut up to be. We've all heard of many reunions with adoptive families which have gone smoothly but I'm sure we've also heard of some reunions going terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem I have now is wanting to perhaps no more yet I don't want to hurt my parents feelings. I don't ever want to make them feel as though they were not enough. I don't necessarily want to meet the birth people who gave me life but only meet my siblings, if possible. It's a really hard decision.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShK1MREWrOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nKRa_tKMVD0/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShK1MREWrOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/nKRa_tKMVD0/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337527730732182754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Please feel free to leave comments.....are u in the same situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let me know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-267592486539435944?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/267592486539435944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/desire-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/267592486539435944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/267592486539435944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/desire-of-my-heart.html' title='The desire of my heart. ..'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/ShKvYsrZwzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CZzwXvQV2_I/s72-c/heart1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-891732206778865649</id><published>2009-04-27T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:37:17.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Garden'/><title type='text'>What a wonderful day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYQd1wHxKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6c02gEX_VXE/s1600-h/100_4744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYQd1wHxKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6c02gEX_VXE/s200/100_4744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329465313870726306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;What a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orgeous&lt;/span&gt; day outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The sun is shining and the clouds are far behind us. I actually got my first sunburn of the summer. (spring) Today Hope and I decided to plant our pansies. A tradition we have since she was born. She helped me pick out the colors of the flowers and was quite happy with herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. I quickly realized that she was having more fun with t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he garden hose than that of being my little  helper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I quickly got a glimpse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;of what it was like when I as a young girl helping my mother with odds and ends around the house. I also was anxious to help but after a few minutes I was bored and wanted to do something else and left my mother to finish the task at hand. Needless to say I had a good chuckle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYYp7LUcEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NYZzUY0lKpA/s1600-h/xd-laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 19px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYYp7LUcEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NYZzUY0lKpA/s200/xd-laugh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329474317578432578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; My garden is looking better and better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A bit more colorful everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as this is our first real summer here, when it came to preparing our garden for the winter months I wasn't quite sure what to cut and how to clean m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;y garden bed. Hoping I didn't cut to much, this summer I will see what the previous owner planted. So far so good. I have a few  tulips blossoming and others that I'm not quite sure what they are as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYb1jB5_-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/sxtqv97JvK4/s1600-h/100_4747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYb1jB5_-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/sxtqv97JvK4/s200/100_4747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329477815789813730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyone have a clue as of what these are called? Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uite&lt;/span&gt; pretty!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Watching flowers blossom and gardening can bring one such peace and in the midst of their hectic and stressful lives. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Creating an area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; in your yard where you can relax and feel peaceful enough to reflect on ones life and perhaps bring oneself inner peace is a must for everyone. Essentially,  what is nice about gardening I have just recently learnt is that it's a hobby in which it awaits for you as well as you wait for it, and it hopefully brings you peace. I can't wait for Mother's Day as this year we are planning a trip to the Tulip festival. This is one of my favorite days, spending it with the two people I love the most! The tulips are just gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few quotes I found pertaining to flowers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where flowers bloom so does Hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Lady Bird Johnson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.&lt;br /&gt;-Henry Ward Beecher, &lt;/span&gt;Life Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Luther Burbank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYDe_Y6eeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3E5qjw77Oks/s1600-h/100_4741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYDe_Y6eeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3E5qjw77Oks/s200/100_4741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329451039986448866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYIOrigdmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9utYaKpKJ18/s1600-h/100_4734_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYIOrigdmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9utYaKpKJ18/s200/100_4734_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329456257338209890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYDSsyUN-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/BkNK1bVBeng/s1600-h/100_4740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYDSsyUN-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/BkNK1bVBeng/s200/100_4740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450828834289634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I hope all my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; had a great weekend. On Saturday, my parents came over on Saturday for our first BBQ. The sun was shining in the early morning but yet the clouds came rolling in mid-afternoon. The weather was beautiful so we put up our gazebo up. We enjoyed supper and afterwards decided to have a small bonfire...(we live in the country) Sadly enough, the fire and melting marshmallows on the fire was shortly outlived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;As we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hing and talking, the clouds suddenly became darker and the wind suddenly picked up. You know that feeling where your suddenly aware of something different in the air. At that exact moment, I had a Golden Girls moment, when Sophia tells everyone: "There's a hurricane a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;', there's a hurricane a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;! " and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; no one believed her. That was a funny episode. It's as though I could hear her saying it... I had a chuckle. Then snapped back into present time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYSyauqgQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/UC2AhDO39As/s1600-h/lolol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 38px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYSyauqgQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/UC2AhDO39As/s200/lolol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329467866417365250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As you can tell I'm a huge Golden Girls Fan. My fiance laughs at me yet when I watch re-runs he sits and laughs as well. Their timeless. They had a great run, seven years in total. When I need a few laughs I curl up on my couch and bring out the DVDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The ramblings of Rose were enough to send you into a laughing fit. The Golden girls focused on the relationship between women and and the importance of family. I can watch them over and over again and never get tired of their crazy banter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Their was no violence, nor fowl language, just plain old real humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYUDAm2jDI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TFSuDJgCWGU/s1600-h/golden+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYUDAm2jDI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TFSuDJgCWGU/s200/golden+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329469250974682162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Back to the weekend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We had just enough time to hose the fire, bring the beverages inside and place a few things underneath our porch so it wouldn't blow away. &lt;/span&gt;We rushed inside, closed all the windows and my mother was rushing to have us all downstairs as she was seemingly shaken. My mom hates storms more than most. A severe storm caused damaged through Ottawa. The fierce wind and rain was a lethal combination that night. It only lasted for about 10 more minutes after having rushed into the house. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hope was somewhat apprehensive going to bed that night. With us rushing to come in, I think we may have scared her a bit. But I explained that everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and she fell fast asleep after having played outside all day. Gotta love the warm weather, kids seem to sleep better after a day of playing in the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm hoping to start Hope's crochet blanket...&lt;br /&gt;So be sure to come back....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope all is well with you...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you soon...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Enjoy the beauty and colorful wonders surrounding you and let the sun shine through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfZqgjygpGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/W_bed_mHNpo/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfZqgjygpGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/W_bed_mHNpo/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329564316635014242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-891732206778865649?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/891732206778865649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-wonderful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/891732206778865649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/891732206778865649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-wonderful-day.html' title='What a wonderful day....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfYQd1wHxKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6c02gEX_VXE/s72-c/100_4744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-7720291986967149824</id><published>2009-04-24T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:59:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...it's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIw9xT8olI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JYUK83AiWi4/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIw9xT8olI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JYUK83AiWi4/s200/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328375146899874386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What a gorgeous day out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The sun is shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ning, there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; is no win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;d in sig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ht and I feel relaxed and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; the house is extremely quiet! I could hear a pin drop. Y you ask....Yesterd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ay we went for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a visit at my parents house. And Hope asked if she could have a sleepover at Pep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e and &lt;/span&gt;Meme's&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; and I thought it would be okay. They h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ad recently gone on a month and a half long trip so she missed them to no &lt;/span&gt;avail&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. She's very close to them, the bond between them is very strong having lived with my parents for a while. My mom and Dad were just saying yesterday that nothing beats seeing those beautiful brown eyes, and her big smile or having those tiny arms wrapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ed around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;r neck in a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;t b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ig hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIctKe7WkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GdEOVjOUVAw/s1600-h/tatty-teddy-heart-icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIctKe7WkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GdEOVjOUVAw/s200/tatty-teddy-heart-icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328352871366482498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I honestly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;feel as though grandparents make a huge difference in the lives of our children. I was extremely close to my father's grandmother and I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;this has taught me to enjoy working with the aging population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Allen came to pick me up to go back home I put her to bed and she kept coming out of her room and kept saying how she was going to miss me. My heart was full of musch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I had to reassure her a few times that Mama woul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;d miss her too but that she would have fun with them and she is the on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e that asked to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;over. Af&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;er a few kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIcb8di5UI/AAAAAAAAATc/s23HLyvvRPM/s1600-h/iloveu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIcb8di5UI/AAAAAAAAATc/s23HLyvvRPM/s200/iloveu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328352575544812866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; hugs she fastedly fell asleep.  On the way home, we felt awkward not having her with us.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I thought I could sleep in...do you think I could? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;I was missing my daughter!  lol&lt;br /&gt;So that is why I am kind of out- of- sorts t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;oday.&lt;br /&gt;But I 'm taking advantage of it and cleaning...puttering around and out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny when you become parents, that the last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;thing on your mind is going out with your husband on a date night. It always seems to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pushed for another weekend. Tonite we should be taking this opportunity to go out but yet we opted to do groceries. You know your parents when....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I must say, that my fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ance and I have fun doing just about anything and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; together! Perhaps this is the reason we mesh well together! I know that I have 100% of his heart and thoughts as I do for him. I also think that playfulness in your relationship is a must. For example when we travel...something we do well together...we love laughing and making fun of the towns names as we pass by them....we enjoy laughing during intimate moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s. Spending quality alone time with your partner is a must! That is why we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to make time for date night! And what is still great is that I still get that pitter-patter feeling when were together.&lt;br /&gt;After having kids we tend to inhabit the same routines and life simply intervenes which is why we need to take time to enjoy each others company alone as we did in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Something we like doing often enough is watching comedies such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIt1cvRBQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PsfA28Q_fPQ/s1600-h/zohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIt1cvRBQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PsfA28Q_fPQ/s200/zohan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328371705403475202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIvhDwl88I/AAAAAAAAAUc/4fs5l7-Tf4s/s1600-h/dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIvhDwl88I/AAAAAAAAAUc/4fs5l7-Tf4s/s200/dan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328373554124026818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIwCKGSerI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EuTmArqZz20/s1600-h/cuchk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIwCKGSerI/AAAAAAAAAUk/EuTmArqZz20/s200/cuchk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328374122761321138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIwqb0l2nI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UlYTz_9E9uM/s1600-h/knocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIwqb0l2nI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UlYTz_9E9uM/s200/knocked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328374814713698930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here's a few I recommend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Just simple hearted movies. &lt;/span&gt;And for the ladies out there, Dane Cook is in the two movies...yes I find his extremely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIy9o-BvvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/hDKMXh1hld8/s1600-h/dan+hottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIy9o-BvvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/hDKMXh1hld8/s200/dan+hottie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328377343683706610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyhoot,&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to laugh today!&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend....&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Take some time to smell the blossoming flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIdi23PrnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3wLVnjqordg/s1600-h/Nat+signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIdi23PrnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3wLVnjqordg/s200/Nat+signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328353793812704882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-7720291986967149824?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/7720291986967149824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeahits-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7720291986967149824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7720291986967149824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeahits-friday.html' title='Yeah...it&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SfIw9xT8olI/AAAAAAAAAU0/JYUK83AiWi4/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1158623569252130068</id><published>2009-04-22T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:23:28.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Vents'/><title type='text'>Beware of Smileys....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's another gloomy day here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_N1Cx1GvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CYgGBK78XV8/s1600-h/raincloud.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 29px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_N1Cx1GvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CYgGBK78XV8/s200/raincloud.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327703195365219058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; As we all know the weather at this time of year is ever so changing, warm and hot one day and cold and rainy the next. The past little while is no exception. My daughter is enjoying our movie matinees in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Yesterday was Beauty in the Beast and today she chose Tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se--HAV_uNI/AAAAAAAAASc/mo44E3PGwOc/s1600-h/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se--HAV_uNI/AAAAAAAAASc/mo44E3PGwOc/s200/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327685911763204306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;We cuddle up on the couch with blankets and share popcorn. We have yet to bring her to the movies..I'm not sure how she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;l fare at the movies, sitting in a seat for an hour or so, being 3 1&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;/2 and all b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; perhaps this summer we'll try. A few nights ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my fiance painted my toe nails (I know, I'm spoiled by my fiance) and she noticed them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rday&lt;/span&gt;. She asked if her Daddy could do her nails too. It was quite funny, but Daddy said yes and sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy. Again small things make them so happy at times. Another special Daddy and daughter moment. Like I tell my fiance (I keep g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oing&lt;/span&gt; back and forth calling him my fiance-husband-Allen...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) we need to cherish these small moments because as they grow up they become more independent and these moments shared are far and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; few between....&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Or are t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;hey really? I still share special moments with my parents, yet I guess not as many precious one as I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ller&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I shall now give you more pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; peeves of mine... (feel free to send me yours and I'll incorporate them with mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My first one is Jeans&lt;/span&gt;....I don't understand why clothing designers make jeans that are s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o long in the legs. My legs are short and all my jeans always need to be shortened.  And after buying expensive jeans because (remember if your a little fluffier their more expensive.) Who the hell has the money to get them tailored. And that's a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;er problem in itself. I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ate wearing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; long because they drag on the ground and your continuously stepping on them. And I can't stand rolling them up and making a cuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(Not my cup of tea.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;A little to farmer for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_Q5pIozDI/AAAAAAAAATU/ri5OFpFbz1k/s1600-h/laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_Q5pIozDI/AAAAAAAAATU/ri5OFpFbz1k/s200/laugh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327706572915788850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; is it that finding a pair of jeans that fit you well is nearly impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Again, my crotch seems like I'm packing something! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Urggg&lt;/span&gt;! And don't get me started on wide legged pants. And the thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;g I hate the most is thinking I found the right fit....getting home washing them, wearing them for a few hours, washing them a few mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;re times and then realizing after a few hours they begin to st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;art to fall of my hips...to the point of having to wear a belt and even at that you'll find me hiking them up every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;so often!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hscripts.com/links.php"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se94o2dhYxI/AAAAAAAAASE/xbdN_zd08J0/s200/jeans-clipart-picture4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327609527412024082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;To my surprise, after going to Addition-Elle, I found a nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;es person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;willing to listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;to my frustrations and voila, I may have found a good pair. And I bought them a size smaller so they wouldn't fall of me....&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Their is a blink of Hope!!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And my second pet peeve of the day is......&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;boring and annoying commercials. You know what I'm talking about. Your trying to watch a really great show or movie and your bombarded by commercials that drive you crazy. I bet you can think of a few which you wish you would never see again, such as the one where the man thinks he's a cat (No meat, No Hubert-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wiskas&lt;/span&gt; Cat Food) or that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stupi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;d one where they sing and should I dare say it in case in pops in your head for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e rest of the night..." hands in my pocket, hands in my pocket." Some nights I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; them at all, I simply mute them and Allen laughs at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_N7R8vz3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/h-9FKuUIJLk/s1600-h/silly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_N7R8vz3I/AAAAAAAAAS8/h-9FKuUIJLk/s200/silly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327703302516756338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Allen and I get a kick out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ose&lt;/span&gt; funny commercials which recommend you try this new drug and then list all the possible side effects such as diarrhea, dizziness, vomiting and kidney &amp;amp; heart failure, itchy eyes, swelling of the mouth and so on...Like who in their right mind would take these so called new and great drugs to help with a certain problem if your going to half to endure a two page list of side effects. All those commercials have become totally ridiculous yet I entertaining in itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As you can tell....I don't take these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; vents too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se-97tIndFI/AAAAAAAAASU/DOuEI3NGv6o/s1600-h/smilie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se-97tIndFI/AAAAAAAAASU/DOuEI3NGv6o/s200/smilie.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327685717628253266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I like to laugh a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; make people laugh with me as you can tell. Sometimes we need to stop taking ourselves to seriously and have a good laugh at our own expense. As I have learned from my father laughter is needed in order to have a good life. Laughter is contagious and it also relieves stress don't you think???  Laughter is the best medicine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perhaps if we laughed more we wouldn't be so stressed out, me included!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_QKY3xYEI/AAAAAAAAATE/oAhksppH6GI/s1600-h/Water-on-road.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_QKY3xYEI/AAAAAAAAATE/oAhksppH6GI/s200/Water-on-road.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327705761096228930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;eat Night&lt;br /&gt;Share a few laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_MZKmf3hI/AAAAAAAAASs/U0BeL7XtSZA/s1600-h/ack.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_MZKmf3hI/AAAAAAAAASs/U0BeL7XtSZA/s200/ack.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327701616917208594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Talk again soon!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1158623569252130068?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1158623569252130068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/beware-of-smileys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1158623569252130068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1158623569252130068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/beware-of-smileys.html' title='Beware of Smileys....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se_N1Cx1GvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CYgGBK78XV8/s72-c/raincloud.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-3841754562901639434</id><published>2009-04-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:46:09.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays Thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Welcome again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope all is well with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;r is gloomy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and I'm feelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;g kinda lost in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my thoughts today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5Dc_xSE_I/AAAAAAAAARM/osVUGSOPzOk/s1600-h/purple-sky6-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5Dc_xSE_I/AAAAAAAAARM/osVUGSOPzOk/s200/purple-sky6-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327269574659412978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pondering the why's and why not's. Wondering how some people can be so clueless and at times down right cold. Do you ever have those days or moments. I sometimes don't understand how some people rational things in their mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nds and their completely of the mark. I do believe we hurt ourselves by being to emotional and hearts dangling on our sleeves. Should we always be the better person a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nd just ignore our hurt feelings? We cannot make others love us the way we want or need them too and it's heard when you just don't know how to overcome such feelings of distraught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5D7yY2xEI/AAAAAAAAARc/0anYkIImXfk/s1600-h/two+hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5D7yY2xEI/AAAAAAAAARc/0anYkIImXfk/s200/two+hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327270103643243586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm quite lucky I have found the perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;, that i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;s the perfect man for me. He is all I've ever dreamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A man who is un-selfish, loving, caring, funny, passionate and extremely understanding to a fault. Life seems so much better when the person standing beside you is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; on your side, not behind or ahead but beside you. It's great when you can go for a Sunday drive with each other and find pleasure and comfort knowing he's the one who shares your hopes and dreams, your secrets and knows some of your annoying habits yet would still rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;be no places else then right beside you! My heart flows with unconditional love each time I see him walk in the house fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;m a days work, or when he's standing across the room and he winks at me. Every morning, for over5 years, before he leaves from work, he kisses my forehead goodbye. These little things we do for each other are so simple yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I believe captured moments such as these should be treasure and never taken for granted. We only have one life and therefore should cherish every moment, simple or Grand.  I enjoy reminiscing with my husband about the first few days we met because I believe it was the start of our long love affair and it reminds us why we fell in love with each other. Those days a far gone yet I remember how he made me feel that night. I remember exactly how I felt when he caressed my face and when we shared our first kiss. He is part of why my life feels so enriched and full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5F08pzlOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2EYwhRzCWKs/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5F08pzlOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/2EYwhRzCWKs/s200/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327272185162863842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The second part of my life which brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e such joy is my beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; whom fills me with such happiness everyday! To know her is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;to love her. Hope is a wonderful child with a bright future ahead of her. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She is my very own bright star. She is ever so kind, passionate as well as compassionate, she's funny, intelligent and we have such great moments together. Mother and daughter bonds are strong. Being a new mother and having your own daughter is one of the most enriching experiences in a women's life. How do you describe the l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ove you feel for your child. The moment you lay eyes on your new baby, it's love at first sight. And the love grows stronger each day. Sometimes I catch myself looking at her and I have a glimpse of how I was as a child. You look into their eyes and see so much love and innocence which at times saddens me because I feel as thought at times I have lost that innocence and the pure pleasure of simple things. But somehow in each new adventure/achievement she comes across I feel her joy and it reawakens me to the beauty in the ordinary all over again. I think at times we often watch our kids from the sidelines instead of joining them such as running in the grass with no shoes, running through puddles, blowing bubbles and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5UnT7lzmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IZfObrKRhqo/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5UnT7lzmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/IZfObrKRhqo/s200/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327288443567722082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at times we all have days that we feel a little down but if you look around I'm sure their is always someone close for whom can make you smile such as your husband/kids/family. Life is full of ups and downs but it's what you make of it that can help you grow stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope everyone is having a great start to the week....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope love is never that far from you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Smile knowing there is someone, somewhere thinking of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;See you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your in the mood for a great listen...Check out this talented man, I just heard of him yesterday and I think he's a brilliant piano player. Very full of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Yiruma, the song is 'River Flows In You', it's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;He's on 'You Tube'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source 4 the 3Hearts http://graphicssoft.about.com/&lt;br /&gt;Source 4 the www.wallpapersweb.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-3841754562901639434?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/3841754562901639434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesdays-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/3841754562901639434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/3841754562901639434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesdays-thoughts.html' title='Tuesdays Thoughts.....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Se5Dc_xSE_I/AAAAAAAAARM/osVUGSOPzOk/s72-c/purple-sky6-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-4300536762443848290</id><published>2009-04-19T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:11:11.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to granny Squares....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope everyone is having a great weekend&lt;/span&gt;.     I myself have a confession....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Please bare with me in my moment of weakness!!&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have found myself addicted to granny Squares! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;They are so easy to make in such little time. And I am finding out that you can make almost anything and everything with them. I have found Granny Square hand bags, purses, scarfs, quilt like blankets, hats and much more. As I am still a new to crochet, all of these things are simply making me smile and marvel at the endless wonders of possibilities&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I am also finding it hard to figure out what to make next.&lt;br /&gt;Is this common to Neebies or all crochet enthusiasts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So, I recently found a great site which explains photo by photo how to make these lovely squares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Ses-XOqRTUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J8R6zeGW-g0/s1600-h/100_4694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Ses-XOqRTUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J8R6zeGW-g0/s200/100_4694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326419553089047874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;As I mentioned &lt;/span&gt;earlier&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; on, I actually learnt crochet from ' You tube.' You can learn how to practically make every stitch on your time and the good thing is the pause button and rewind...&lt;/span&gt;lol &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;What a great way to spend your time making these&lt;/span&gt; squares&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. Not sure if I'll get tired of doing them soon! I've also learnt through trial and error, you learn more things and simply get better at watching for your mistakes. And it's really easy to unravel and start over again. It's not something that makes me lose my patience and get frustrated!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SetLRXjwKNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jjQ80ukD0F4/s1600-h/39.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SetLRXjwKNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jjQ80ukD0F4/s200/39.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326433746049575122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you recently hear about the 98 yrs old lady who had to endure 30 some hours underneath her collapsed house? My heart goes out to Italy's Earthquake fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ilies and survivors. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When asked what she did to pass the time she mentioned how she did crochet. Hook in one hand and wool in the other!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;People of all ages like to crochet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I am just sad that I wasn't introduced to this wonderful art earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I keep searching for new patterns yet still haven't begun to finish my project at hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a beginner, I am wishing for the day, I have an abundance of yarn in a large container/basket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Perhaps this will come true soon enough!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am presently in the middle of making my very first Granny Square blanket. I feel so proud of myself. And I am secretly en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;joying creating stackes of squares and counting them as the pile gets higher and higher, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;s is Hope, she enjoys placing them on the table and counting them over and over again. Just this morning she said: Mama great job! these are pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;These squares are quite easy for beginners&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;rather than trying your hand at a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SetLcvihlsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dw3bzEDJlb0/s1600-h/79.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SetLcvihlsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dw3bzEDJlb0/s200/79.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326433941465437890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; blanket which I have been trying to figure out for a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I have also found that if you ask people question about their patterns they usually reply. This community of crochet enthusiast is quite helpfull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is my star I've been trying to enlarge with no luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Perhaps I should pray to the star Gods!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%20%20%3cspan%20style=/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Cclipart%7Bbanana%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SesxR9WjryI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/UOOmA8ZmW2E/s200/100_4591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326405168892456738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Cclipart%7Bbanana%7D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I wish I could figure it out but when I attempt to make it bigger, the six points then to curl up. I'm not sure why. I've tried unravelling it and trying what the lady told me to try but no such luck! I really love stars so I thought I would make this my first blanket. Ya, not gonna happen, for now!! My granny Square blanket is going well so I will be happy to see it done soon! Perhaps it's the yarn I'm using or the size of the hook...&lt;/span&gt;I'll try finding another pattern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my Super addictive squares.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;these are a few more squares I have made while watching television with my fiance, Allen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He finds it funny watching me crochet and enjoyit as much as I do...&lt;/span&gt;But he knows how much I enjoy all types of crafts. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It started as an innocent past time, something to do instead of stuffing my mouth at night...and now I wouldn't mind seeing crochet all around the house! I keep finding cool patterns to make, such as a star scarf, reversible swiffer sock, camera pouch, great colourful bag....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am hooked!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Cclipart%7Bbanana%7D"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Cclipart%7Bbanana%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Ses08BUeTdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eECogadbEaM/s200/100_4708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326409190046846418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Cclipart%7Bbanana%7D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I was anxious of getting a summer blanket together but when I went to buy yarn I simply bought any color that I liked because I didn't know what I really wanted to make at that point and time. So sadly enough, (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yeah right! I'm jumping with joy!&lt;/span&gt;)I will need to get back to the store to buy more summer colors: yellow, red , orange, light blue, greens...Any excuse to go back to the yarn store and buy more yarn is a good thing!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It 's kind of funny that all the squares above are of the same pattern yet look somewhat different. And I thought at first that I would only be able to make a few square with only four colors yet their are many possibilities to change up every square.... I'm learning things everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And as I mentioned earlier, never waste your project or give up! Before unravelling your project see what else you could make with it. Even though my star blanket is at a hault, I thought of making a few more of the stars, attaching them and possibly hanging them up in my daughters room, as she also likes stars. That's my tip of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I recently had a good laugh, I kept reading about people de-frogging their crochet projects and for the life of me couldn't figure out what they were talking about...until I did some research of my own...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Cclipart%7Bbanana%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 16px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Ses5-IzTU7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/pqY0Qryr6HE/s200/frog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326414723973075890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Frogging is simply that of taking your crochet project apart and fixing your mistakes... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'rip it- rip it'&lt;/span&gt;...   (Get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Here's a good joke for ya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Cclipart%7Bbanana%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 32px; height: 32px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Ses6O9sLmdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Q-oxcvL8bZY/s200/goofysmile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326415013048195538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Crochet is a hobby which is very satisfying and relaxing and keeps you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going&lt;/span&gt;...Sadly enough for your husband it keeps you going to Walmart, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going&lt;/span&gt; to Zellers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going&lt;/span&gt; to Micheals, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going &lt;/span&gt;to your favorite yarn store!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hope you have a great week....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;See you soon...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Remember take time to crochet at least one Granny Square....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will apologize now for my spelling mistakes..and my overuse of  (............) and change of color text...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love colors&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect !   hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Cclipart%7Bbanana%7D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-4300536762443848290?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/4300536762443848290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/addicted-to-granny-squares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4300536762443848290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4300536762443848290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/addicted-to-granny-squares.html' title='Addicted to granny Squares....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Ses-XOqRTUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J8R6zeGW-g0/s72-c/100_4694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-1573794519801290552</id><published>2009-04-19T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:17:04.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><title type='text'>MONTREAL VS boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What happened last night.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SesgwVXS1MI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c4v_9uNW2W8/s1600-h/montreal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 33px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SesgwVXS1MI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c4v_9uNW2W8/s200/montreal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386999036400834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sesg0OgZEjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XLLnjJqtoqo/s1600-h/BOSTON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sesg0OgZEjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XLLnjJqtoqo/s200/BOSTON.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326387065914987058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a real bad feeling after the first game between the Habs and Boston... After that first Boston goal, I knew this would be a somewhat not-that-great series to watch for the Habs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bruins now take the series 2-0! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can they regroup and make a come back? A win last night would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;have certainly given the team some momentum going back to their hometown. It would be nice to hear the chanting of Na-na-na, Na-na-na, Hey hey hey goodbye to the bruins at least once in this series! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sesf5EgrrkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9pICiBHQjbk/s1600-h/lolol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 38px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sesf5EgrrkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9pICiBHQjbk/s200/lolol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326386049619570242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Habs need to start playing their own game and not Boston's brand of hockey. The second period is when you started seeing every go south. And the third period, we'll put it this way I was television surfing...I was that annoyed. In the next game they'd better come out swinging, I want to see them use their speed and DEFENSE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They fou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ght hard enough to get in the playoffs, might as well show some HEART!! Come on now, they need to play like a team who wants to win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That's pretty much all I will say on this topic...   :(&lt;br /&gt;Hope your having a great start to Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Here the sun is shinning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is even starting to enjoy watching hockey..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OK, I know she's only three and only sits there for a few minutes but I will make her a fan someday, little by little!!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The only problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; whom will she cheer for my team or her fathers (the sens)&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell....Watch her not like hockey at all.... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sesjx2-VDfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/FCgQZbwAYVc/s1600-h/lolol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 38px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sesjx2-VDfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/FCgQZbwAYVc/s200/lolol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326390323773246962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-1573794519801290552?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/1573794519801290552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/montreal-vs-boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1573794519801290552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/1573794519801290552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/montreal-vs-boston.html' title='MONTREAL VS boston'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SesgwVXS1MI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c4v_9uNW2W8/s72-c/montreal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-6890692060182691462</id><published>2009-04-17T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:07:15.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><title type='text'>Canadians Favorite Winter Past time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What is it you ask.....Simple.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SekGtjowayI/AAAAAAAAAOI/c8R8Wo-MS6o/s1600-h/hockey+rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 46px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SekGtjowayI/AAAAAAAAAOI/c8R8Wo-MS6o/s200/hockey+rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325795414072388386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For some, they eat, sleep breath hockey. I myself, don't go that far! I did ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wever, grow up watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ing the Montreal Canadians play as early as I can remember walking. I remember being in between &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;my big brother and father&lt;/span&gt; watching them scream at the television. Which,  sadly enough, you may hear the occasional scream at the team or the re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ferees coming from the living room. It doesn't matter what team you cheer for, most of us hockey fans are down right &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; about the game. I grew up quite passionate about the Montreal Canadians, so much so that I have a tattoo around my ankle : Montreal (their logo) Canadians, I have a few Habs baseball caps, candles which I with no doubt light up when where in the playoffs such as last night...(but we sadly enough lost!)&lt;br /&gt;I have a Patr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ick Roy signed photo and few other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SejLoK-077I/AAAAAAAAAN4/8YEU6-jE0-8/s1600-h/hazs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 37px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SejLoK-077I/AAAAAAAAAN4/8YEU6-jE0-8/s200/hazs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730450368688050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;As you have noticed, I've turned into a big fan over the years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As a &lt;/span&gt;Habs&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; fan, their are a few teams worth watching them play against more than others such as the Leafs and living in Ottawa, the Sens. My finance, Allen and his family are die hard Sens fans. Poor them!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We have much fun joking and taunting each others love for the opposing teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My father watches the games religiously. I remember one time being at my grandmother's house and everyone was there. She lived in small apartment so we were all crammed in their watching the game and laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We didn't live to far away from her home. Some time had passed and someone noticed my father had been missing. Not long after he walked in and told us it was too loud and he couldn't hear the game. So he actually went home to watch it! Talk about commitment!  Everyone laughed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To this day I remind him and make fun of him!&lt;br /&gt;Hockey runs in the family. My brother, my father, my Godfather, cousins all played hockey&lt;br /&gt;(not professionally but on house leagues) My mother was a hockey mom, watching all of my brothers games. Even my nephew is a remarkable little player. Look out NHL!&lt;br /&gt;The Habs made the playoffs this year, just barely! I look forward to the Boston-HABS match ups. I'm still upset with them firing Guy Carboneau. He was one of my favorite players. I didn't think he was doing that bad of a job. Only time will tell if Bob Gainey made a good choice or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot....More about hockey later...&lt;br /&gt;If you have any stories about hockey....let me know...&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend....&lt;br /&gt;Vive les Canadiens...&lt;br /&gt;GO HABS GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-6890692060182691462?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/6890692060182691462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/canadians-favorite-winter-past-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/6890692060182691462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/6890692060182691462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/canadians-favorite-winter-past-time.html' title='Canadians Favorite Winter Past time....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SekGtjowayI/AAAAAAAAAOI/c8R8Wo-MS6o/s72-c/hockey+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-2124379427130713730</id><published>2009-04-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:50:01.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend is finally here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Good Afternoon to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sei_nf10-qI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ChMSFuuvtTk/s1600-h/butterfly_10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sei_nf10-qI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ChMSFuuvtTk/s200/butterfly_10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325717244648684194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This morning I was wondering why no one was leavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ng me comments. My Godmother mentioned how she left me a comment but I said it couldn't be because I couldn't find it anywhere.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'I feel like a putz..' &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I did actually have a few lovely comments but had t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;o publish/accept them before they showed up on my site. Still new to blogging so....I just had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Oh...okay moment!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;a few minutes ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ever have one of those moments, here you finally clue in to something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyways, Thanks for the Happy Easter wishes! Grea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;apprecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://freeartisticphotos.com/?page_id=175"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeimzpqRm6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/t5Y9xMvbhIA/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689965652319138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SesdsPNpFQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ENj9zYsDS3Y/s1600-h/100_4686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SesdsPNpFQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ENj9zYsDS3Y/s200/100_4686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383630130943234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yesterday for the first time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I transplanted a few trees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in my yard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and I must admit it was actually quite ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hilarating and hard work. My parents were around to supervise as I have never attempted this before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I wanted to move one to the side of the hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; and one in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;front yard. It went great. I never knew even the smallest of tree had such big roots. I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;admit to feeling achy last night...But my fiance gave me a back rub so that was well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SejC9_QxGKI/AAAAAAAAANI/gR2NEyL1tLM/s1600-h/lolol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 38px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SejC9_QxGKI/AAAAAAAAANI/gR2NEyL1tLM/s200/lolol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325720929575180450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't wait to water them and watch them grow. My daughter helped as well and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;he kept asking if they were her trees. So I told her yes. And her smile grew ear to ear. Very simple to make a child happy. &lt;/span&gt;She also had a little bit to much fun with the water hose. The trees weren't the only things that got wet...My jogging pants were drenched!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Seiv31FWh1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/igsntncQ4rc/s1600-h/sun.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Seiv31FWh1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/igsntncQ4rc/s200/sun.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325699933042804562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm glad the weather was gorgeous, the sun was shining and Hope had fun helping and flying a kite with her Meme. Winter is long past us now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm realizing that as stressful as owning a house can be it can also be therapeutic. Gardening and backyard up-keep are excellent activities to keep you moving and promote good health.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gardening can also be a stress reliever, a great outlet for creativity and can produce an undemanding concentration that increases our capacity to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was working along side my father yesterday and couldn't help but stare at him and wonder if he believes he's lived a great life. And perhaps if there still something he's loved to do but hasn't. My father and mother are the best two people I know. They are kind, loving, thoughtful, sincere and hard working people. They've adopted me and my brother at an early age and we feel awfully lucky to have them as parents. My mother is ever so nurturing and my father is truly the most hard working man I know and very simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He enjoys laughing continuously and my mother is my best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Their that couple that are just perfect for each other. My parents are the kind of people whom show their affections equally between their kids and also Grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kids as many parents don't, as I have learned. They tend to be laid back but yet always help when needed. They are in my opinion the greatest parents ever. They have given me the greatest gift: To have been loved and sought out great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks Mom &amp;amp; Dad for all you do!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sei_EhvDn3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7cXkkLuzP20/s1600-h/val3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sei_EhvDn3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7cXkkLuzP20/s200/val3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325716643861733234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Have a great Weekend....&lt;br /&gt;Take a few minutes for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps look around your garden, I actually have a few flowers in bloom. I believe they are tulips...(but not having a green thumb your guess is as good as mine)&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-2124379427130713730?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/2124379427130713730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-is-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2124379427130713730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/2124379427130713730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-is-finally-here.html' title='The weekend is finally here....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sei_nf10-qI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ChMSFuuvtTk/s72-c/butterfly_10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-5222212474377351576</id><published>2009-04-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:27:55.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Vents'/><title type='text'>More pet peeves....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeYXvGxhfVI/AAAAAAAAALo/fU3mKS9u1uw/s1600-h/cooltext419279852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 38px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeYXvGxhfVI/AAAAAAAAALo/fU3mKS9u1uw/s200/cooltext419279852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324969707451809106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As I promised more vents for moi. But before we get to that...Can we not take a minute to smell the fresh warm air! It's gorgeous out there and I'm dying to take out my Gardening ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first vent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the day is for some people not a pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oblem&lt;/span&gt; and yet for others you can see them getting frustrated by the minute, even second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;s...I call it the 'Waiting game.' We spend so much time waiting in lines. For me, I will admit I can't handle it. I believe I spend more time in w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aiting&lt;/span&gt; lines at department stores, than I actually do that of shopping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just standing there damn right annoys me. I start to fidget, sway back and forth&lt;/span&gt; and even start biting my lower lip. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I cannot understand is shopping at Big Brand Stores where their are tons of people shopping yet they only have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; two-three&lt;/span&gt; tellers open, which creates long customer line ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why should I half to waste my precious minutes waiting in long queues that seem to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;going no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;where fast?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Then when your finally advancing in the line, you get happy until some customer has a few articles of clothing or products with no label or has a problem with pricing...then your at a complete halt.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;not always the customers fault, mind you!&lt;/span&gt;) If there was more cashes open we could change lines but NOPE!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then you notice the department stores clerk s-l-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o-w-l-y ringing up every item and telling the customer her life story... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Urgggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You know what I'm talking about every store has them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We seem to get angry when we are served by a teller whom has this dumbfounded look on their face and doesn't smile which is rightfully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;so. I hate when I try to make a joke about something with the person serving me and there lost in another planet. I know sometimes we are bothered with other stuff in our lives and our jobs get mundane but if your going to work with the public should you not be present in the moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;More often than not, I get closer to the front of the line because people before me get frustrated and leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All I want is shorter lines. Tellers whom are cheery and have a personality. And more cashes open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeYaG6RWF_I/AAAAAAAAALw/rYkjClTHGuQ/s1600-h/purple-periwinkle-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeYaG6RWF_I/AAAAAAAAALw/rYkjClTHGuQ/s200/purple-periwinkle-012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324972315435735026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just a little periwinkle flower to brighten up your day. Even though I write these vents....I'm a very content person. I just thought I'd share with you things that at times frustrate me.&lt;br /&gt;flower photo from:&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y283/sallyann53/Pictures-of-Lilies/purple-periwinkle-012.jpg"&gt;http:www.nature-and-flower-pictures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second pet peeve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of the day is................women's clothing....Now I'm your average size women...Not skinny but not crazy big either. What ever size you are you should be able to find clothing which looks good on you right? The answer is wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest with you I'm a little fluffy....but I feel as though I can't find any clothes. Sure, their are shops like Pennington's, Addition-Elle and others but the problem is their clothes....&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest if your not a size 'zero' you have big problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is it that pants for fluffy women make u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;s look like we have bigger crotches than our partners? Can someone explain me that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Because we are fluffy we seem to be deemed as the Big Polka Dot wearers...Even though I have a few more fat cells than others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;DON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"T &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FREAKEN&lt;/span&gt; MEAN I WANT TO WEAR OVERLY BIG PATTERNS ON MY SHIRTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeZ7TqPkoBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/I_gJmwpZNqE/s1600-h/polka+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeZ7TqPkoBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/I_gJmwpZNqE/s200/polka+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325079187099525138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this dress is absolutely gorgeous...For a little girl.  Polka dots look great on kids to a certain degree. Like adults some kids clothing are also ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeZ8Mepc5oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/99s9eWfXeks/s1600-h/earings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeZ8Mepc5oI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/99s9eWfXeks/s200/earings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325080163239388802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Polka dots belong back in the 60's. Big or small I hate them. The bigger you are the bigger they look on you. Polka dots were made famous from the song '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Itsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bitsy&lt;/span&gt; Tiny Weenie Yellow Polka Dot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beenie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; by Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hyland&lt;/span&gt;. And I believe they should of stayed in that era. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And dresses.....Don't get me started....I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ave a figure....Why is it that most of the dresses could fit my hot water tank? I have curves and my fiance has no chance of flying away.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It's sad that in this day and age when many of us are little fluffier, we are made to feel ugly. If we don't conform to society's beliefs we are punished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's sad but we as a society need to stop judging each other. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone is different&lt;/span&gt;, everyone is not a size zero....When we were younger and in school we were told to be nice to everyone, accept everyone, no matter what color, race, weight or other different characteristics yet we as adults criticize everyone and anything. I will be the first to admit I'm part of that group as we all are. Sadly enough, I think women are pretty harsh when it comes to other women. Should we not as a whole unite and not bash each other. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We should praise one another&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;' t that long ago when women could not vote, nor hold high position jobs. We as women know the challenges we face everyday, the burdens and everyday issues, therefore we need to stand up and start finding ways of accepting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry for getting of topic.....I was going to erase this whole paragraph...but sometimes things just come rushing out....so....I left it...   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your ever in the mood for a great listen.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolyn Dawn Johnson's song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"God doesn't make Mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for more women to be able to say this line including myself:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with the way God made me,&lt;br /&gt;I have my days but doesn't everybody&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy for me to believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta remember&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna be a better me&lt;br /&gt;than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;And God doesn't make mistakes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great evening....&lt;br /&gt;Take time for yourself....&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-5222212474377351576?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/5222212474377351576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-pet-peeves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5222212474377351576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/5222212474377351576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-pet-peeves.html' title='More pet peeves....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeYXvGxhfVI/AAAAAAAAALo/fU3mKS9u1uw/s72-c/cooltext419279852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-7706565177755141862</id><published>2009-04-14T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:27:01.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Easter has come and Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Happy Tuesday to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great and safe weekend. Easter was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exciti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; this year. My daughter awoke bright and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squirly&lt;/span&gt; (7:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ooam&lt;/span&gt;) and wanted to start her &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Easter Egg Hunt&lt;/span&gt;. I woke up to her saying: "WOW! Mama, there's Easter eggs everywhere. She immediately ran in our room and asked if she could start to gathering them up. We asked politely if we could make some coffee first. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;we bad! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then she grabbed her Diego pouch and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;found all of her eggs. It's priceless watching them get so excited for such little things. Perhaps we as adults could take pointers from them. I think many of us forget to enjoy the simplest of things life has to offer. We should take the time to smile when we see flowers beginning to bloom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeUup5g_lpI/AAAAAAAAALg/IOnjlMOLXx8/s1600-h/puurple+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeUup5g_lpI/AAAAAAAAALg/IOnjlMOLXx8/s200/puurple+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324713431784199826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;take a moment and reflect the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eauty&lt;/span&gt; of nature. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We should be in amazement when our child learns a new word or finally sings a few songs by her/him self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She gets so excited when I tell her Mama and Daddy bought her Popsicles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We as society, are too busy multi-tasking and not taking the time to enjoy what is surrounding us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For example, at this present time look around you, do you smell anything good? Do you see anything beautiful? We need to embrace and start capturing simple everyday moments and sprinkle them throughout our day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When is the last time you actually sat with your first coffee of the morning and enjoyed the aroma?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When did you last smile at the birds flying over your head?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What about watching the sun go down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember flying a kite when you were younger and running in the fields with your parents?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your first walk on the grass barefoot in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I would like to take the time to thank you for reading my blog, it brings a smile on my face to see you have came for a visit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Back to Easter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeUr4Imy3RI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lz08ckuhCUw/s1600-h/100_4684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeUr4Imy3RI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lz08ckuhCUw/s200/100_4684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324710377818348818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the beautiful little bouquets of Easter Eggs Hope gave to her family. Everyone was quite impressed. She loved every minute of painting them. She has a great passion for painting. She's a fun-loving, warm-hearted child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;We finished the Easter Hunt, had breakfast and went to church. She wore her beautiful pink dress and looked like my very own little princess. She was great in church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My fiance was subjected to going to French Church, s&lt;/span&gt;o he was like a deer caught in head lights. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The priest came to our pew and wished us a Happy Easter as asked Allen what his last name was (in French) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm sorry to laugh but he looked so lost and confused.&lt;/span&gt; He started to explain to the priest that we had only been living in our home for a short time and....I had to nudge him and just tell him to tell the priest his last name. The priest proceeded to tell him his last name meant 'peace'... I had to laugh again...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My daughter came with me to receive communion and she proceeded to stretch her arm out to receive communion but was SHOT down...How do you tell a three year old why she couldn't have one...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) After church we had pancakes and where off to the in-laws...&lt;br /&gt;Where she got spoiled by everyone. I honestly believe in teaching my daughter that she should appreciate every gift she receives big or small. I am hoping, as she grows older, she won't approach every holiday thinking it's all about the gifts but about and what is most important is her FAMILY being around her and loving her. I also believe in teaching her that it's just as much fun giving to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What I was most proud of is when I asked her what Easter was all about and she replied: it's a celebration, we get Easter eggs from the bunny and Jesus is alive again! Remember this is coming from a 3 1/2 yr old...I'm a proud mama....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I hope you enjoyed your weekend...&lt;br /&gt;Easter has come and gone again....&lt;br /&gt;Let us now enjoy the fresh air, flowers in bloom,&lt;br /&gt;roasting marshmallows, kites flying and let us not forget corn on the cob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers....&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-7706565177755141862?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/7706565177755141862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-has-come-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7706565177755141862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7706565177755141862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Easter has come and Gone...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeUup5g_lpI/AAAAAAAAALg/IOnjlMOLXx8/s72-c/puurple+flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-6877399974646731755</id><published>2009-04-11T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:26:09.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Easter Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDcT2VmLwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FxbSzjagUM8/s1600-h/bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDcT2VmLwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FxbSzjagUM8/s200/bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323496993113648898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First and foremost....I'd like to wish everyone a Happy &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;colourful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; decorated with much &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;. Wishing everyone a blessed Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter has gotten so commercial, let me re-phrase that, it's been so for many years. Stores are filled with plastic eggs, bunnies, chocolates, baskets filled with both and let's not forget toys. Easter is much more than candies and bunnies. Easter day is a day of rejoicing. It is the day that Jesus Apostle's found out he was alive again. They had gone to the cave where he was buried and found the rock that had blocked the cave pushed to the side. He was alive. This year seems different for me. Why, you ask. Because I  have a 3 1'2 yr old whom understands a bit more than last year. I feel the need to teach her that although Easter is great because we get to wake up to the Easter Bunny's chocolates, we also need to keep in mind that Jesus or as she calls him &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;baby Jesus&lt;/span&gt;- (at Christmas she saw Baby Jesus under the tree in a manger so now she calls him 'baby Jesus') is alive again. At her age I feel as though we don't need to go in specific details &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; let our kids know that this celebration is not simply that of gifts and chocolates but a day to be thankful and be close to family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDAwEJtRBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/m4sFf4ZR4F4/s1600-h/Easter1h.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDAwEJtRBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/m4sFf4ZR4F4/s200/Easter1h.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323466691532637202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past week I've been making eggs with Hope.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDd2vC68NI/AAAAAAAAALI/1hPzLp5-0Hw/s1600-h/100_4557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDd2vC68NI/AAAAAAAAALI/1hPzLp5-0Hw/s200/100_4557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323498691963318482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (As you may or may not have noticed I collect everything with my daughter's name on it-this one was a gift from my god-mother for her birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She enjoyed making them. It's so much fun making crafts with your kids. You get to see all their creativity flow. You also, and be honest moms, need to bite your tongue at times when you see their painting or drawing and you think you can tweak it a little. We were painting styrofoam eggs and making Easter pots for the family and I happened to have black paint. She wanted to use the color black so I simply mentioned that Easter colors where more about pastels colors, and well.....I had to set my opinion aside and give her the black. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; project so I had to let &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; make her own mind up...and they turned out beautifully. We made smaller versions of my Easter table center piece which my best friend made me. But I substituted the dollar store eggs with Hope's painted eggs and smaller pots (for a plant) from the $ store. (my batteries for my camera are dead...so I'll post them later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDOSYickUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iPQ1OQWK0Ro/s1600-h/100_4550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDOSYickUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iPQ1OQWK0Ro/s200/100_4550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323481574771822914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Yesterday my parents came over for Good Friday. Hope was excited to visit with them. She loves them so much and they spoil her rotten. We went for a drive in the country and landed at Tim Horton's for a coffee (Canadians do love their Tim Horton's) You can practically find one in every corner of Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDS91s6gTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_nJZer6vRDo/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDS91s6gTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_nJZer6vRDo/s200/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323486719381242162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;fiance &lt;/span&gt;has gotten me hooked on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; in the mornings. I had never really been much of a coffee drinker whereas he had been drinking coffee for ages! I won't drink it all day. I'm one of those people that I have a few sips and put it down somewhere around the house then drink a few more sips, then refill it, and again leave it somewhere on a coffee table. So I hardly see the end of the cup and in the end I end up pouring it out...  Sounds ridiculous now that I say it out loud!  lol We had a great day with my parents. Hope had her Pepe (short for pepere-French) swing her on the swings, buy her Timbits and read her books. Since it was Good Friday we ate Fish and fries. And ended the nite by tucking Hope to bed and watching 'Don't mess with the Zohan, an Adam Sandler movie...A must see.. So stupid that it will make you cry laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDaq37HOXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-9qc6rOLPHo/s1600-h/eggss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDaq37HOXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-9qc6rOLPHo/s200/eggss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323495189653174642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;admit I can't wait to see her face when she sees the Easter egg hunt all around the house. Then were off to church in our Sunday's clothing. Hope will be wearing her pretty Easter dress bought by her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nanny&lt;/span&gt;.  Still not sure what I am wearing...I will know at the last minute... This happens every time we go out...But that's a whole other post.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Then were off to the in-laws for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Have yourself a Great Easter...&lt;br /&gt;Eat,&lt;br /&gt;laugh whole-heartedly,&lt;br /&gt;rejoice, enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;be in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-6877399974646731755?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/6877399974646731755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-keaster.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/6877399974646731755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/6877399974646731755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-keaster.html' title='Easter Time...'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SeDcT2VmLwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FxbSzjagUM8/s72-c/bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-7780497508984431435</id><published>2009-04-08T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:25:10.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Vents'/><title type='text'>Wednesday Vents....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Good afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....Weather again is blah....I'm still wondering where my 'great Thursday day' went from last week... Why are we having snow again...yet the sun is trying to shine through my basement window. I decided to try something new... This post will be about my pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share more about myself so we can feel more like were friends which would perhaps bring you to visit me more often as I reveal more about 'moi' little by little. Wednesday's will be my '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Vent day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;. You know those things that totally annoy or frustrate us to no end! We all have them and now mine will be share with you.. The reason for this is my first pet peeve. OK ladies, I'm sure many many many of you can relate....I've been reading '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;how to make a great blog&lt;/span&gt;' and the one  common denominator is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;find a related topic&lt;/span&gt;.'  Well...I think I may have found mine.&lt;br /&gt;It's a three letter word. Which brings many of us conflict. Are you ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;My first vent is about....... (drum role please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BRAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdzkTcq66JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cop8EYkhZ4Y/s1600-h/bas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdzkTcq66JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cop8EYkhZ4Y/s200/bas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322379882409945234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is nothing worse than a terrible fitting bra. The straps keep falling down, they never stay in place. You can adjust the strap over and over again yet still fall down. The wire underneath the breast is simply uncomfortable. After washing your bras they become stretched and some discoloured. We've all heard of the push-up bras...What if my boobs are big enough and I don't want a push up bra? Why is it that if your small breasted lady you can find &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tons of bras&lt;/span&gt; and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ON SALE&lt;/span&gt;' and they are very stylish with great patterns, prints and colors. Yet for those of us whom have average to bigger breast we need to pay 'an arm and a leg' for our bras, they mostly come in white black or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;beige&lt;/span&gt;...Who the hell wants beige bras except for my great-grandma( sorry grandma) We can't find bras with nice patterns and a wide range of colors. And if you do find them they are top $. We're bras not made to hold our boobs up...And I mean big boobs...not those who belong to the (itty titty bitty comity) as my fiance and his co-workers call them! I'm not trying to be mean to small breasted woman but yet the people whom make them. I hate going to buy bras. I would rather chew my arm off. I am a 30ish &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sdzlgdt5GRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/a3Uci2WI9Aw/s1600-h/bras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sdzlgdt5GRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/a3Uci2WI9Aw/s200/bras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322381205540772114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;young woman whom would like to wear bras my husband finds appealing not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;BEIGE&lt;/span&gt;!! Can you tell I hate the color beige...  lol Last but not least, I don't want a bra that fits my whole front chest. I recently went to a department store and got fitted for a new bra and well things went from bad to worse. The sales lady came in and asked if I needed help. I reluctantly said yes. She proceeded to give me all the bras that my  grannies would wear. You know the ones with the thick, heavy straps and wide band in the back and 'for the love of god' &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;'BEIGE'.....  Need I say more..!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  All I want is a bra that supports my boobs, strap that stay up an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d perhaps a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; one!  lol   Sadly enough most of us can't go bra less yet my fiance would have no problem with it..  :) And one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;more thing I hate, under wire bras because after a while the wire tends to poke me in the underarm...URGGGG  Need I say more... I actually looked around the net and found sites devoted to '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I hate bras&lt;/span&gt;'....as I sit here writing this post I am bra less...  Ha- Ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdzxK5caX-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ybwPNr3iASM/s1600-h/phone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdzxK5caX-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ybwPNr3iASM/s200/phone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322394029166059490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; rings. Your in the middle of doing laundry or simply answering the door or preparing supper while your child asks you a million and one questions. You run to the phone and it's your bank calling or some business calling for a '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;courtesy call&lt;/span&gt;.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I almost feel as though I am being stalked by telemarketers. I always get them when I'm busy. I know I should be nice because these employees are simply doing their jobs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; if they call ten times a day my patience grows thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The best is when you pick up and a recording tells you to wait for someone to come on the phone and speak to you...You want me to wait..YOU CALLED ME....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then after running a flew flights of stairs to get to the phone, they say it's simply a courtesy call. Wondering if their service is satisfying. If I needed to change something with my service I would go their in person. If I was mad with my service they would know. This is not a courtesy call it's a 'would you leave me the heck alone and stop calling m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y house sort of call.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And to top it all off....How many times can I say I'm not interested in one phone call..They simply keep talking like I'm gonna change my mind. Madam, many people in your neighbourhood have this service. I respond: No thanks. But.. Madam, this would be a great &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;blah blah blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;...( like the teacher talking in Charlie Brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I admit, after a while, I get annoyed or hang up on them. There I said it, the dreaded hanging up on people...Is it rude, perhaps.  But when I tell you I a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;m not interested STOP! asking!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sd0FdYqxZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Hw3H8wldJFw/s1600-h/Chili_Peppers_Frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sd0FdYqxZ2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Hw3H8wldJFw/s200/Chili_Peppers_Frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322416337017988962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly do yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;u really want me to let you go on with your sales pitch If I am 100% sure I'm not interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What I hate the most is them calling on weekends...Come people I have a life..Weekends are spent with my family. It's enough that you call me everyday of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we just get along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope your enjoying your day and week... I will leave you with my first pet peeves...&lt;br /&gt;Surely more to come...undoubtedly!&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave comments.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to you!&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you are I hope the sun is shinning upon you.&lt;br /&gt;See you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-7780497508984431435?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/7780497508984431435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-vents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7780497508984431435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/7780497508984431435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-vents.html' title='Wednesday Vents....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdzkTcq66JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cop8EYkhZ4Y/s72-c/bas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-4328115133924147510</id><published>2009-04-06T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:49:54.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross-Stitching'/><title type='text'>My labour of love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;The weather outside was nothing to talk about but inside was a different story. What is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; a crafter to do on a wet flurry day like today! Let me tell ya. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;opened my cross-stitching box and wondered where all my cross-stitch projects had gone. It seems as though all of my projects where gifts to my loved ones. This was my very first one made in a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;My best friend Jenna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;encouraged me to take up this fantastic craft. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;his was the first project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;she showed me how to tackle. The picture isn't the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;bes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;t but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;n get the idea. It's call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;ed an Ami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;sh Qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;ilt. Cross-stitch is simply about counting your thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; and making an X-shaped stitch which is how you form a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdqEO8I_bXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/U-j5YqeeNWc/s1600-h/100_4657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdqEO8I_bXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/U-j5YqeeNWc/s200/100_4657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321711301888535922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My next project was that of Winnie the Pooh. Another love of mine. Before my daughter was born I was collecting everything Pooh and now it's a thing of the past, perhaps! I collected stuffed bears, glasses, mugs, pictures, pens, pins, figurines and so on. I'm a kid at heart. I love the simple things, I simply can't help but adore him as does Hope. Yet I think she's more into Dora and Diego at this point...She's moved on yet I still haven't!!!  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdqH4rH9tAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7sD87uf53UQ/s1600-h/100_4658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdqH4rH9tAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7sD87uf53UQ/s200/100_4658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321715317410214914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;For my next project I decided to tackle a project a bit over my head.  I will admit it was quite challenging, yet I did it. This was for my fiance's cousin Amanda whom was getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;She simply adored anything having to do with lighthouses. I found a pattern and was determined to make her this lovely gift for her collection. (I forgot to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;take a picture of it so I'll show you the pattern.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;It took me a few months yet it came together well. It wasn't that hard to follow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't mind all the counting and the small hole's which you insert your needle in and at times get &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cross eyed&lt;/span&gt;! lol   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Their are so many colors of DMC to buy. I tend to buy colors I need to finish a project and then always end up buying tons of other color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;s simply because I love the shade of color. Trendy or traditional these works of art are made with love. Anyone who sits for hours at a time and months at a time working stitches are passionate about their work and their crafts. Needless to say, my cousins really enjoyed their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sdqcw5ybYbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2858e3wBoSo/s1600-h/100_4656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sdqcw5ybYbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2858e3wBoSo/s200/100_4656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321738273651646898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;At the present time I'm working&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on a project for Hope. I made her a circle of hearts and wrote her name in the middle to hang on her door. I wanted to make her another to display on her wall. I started when I was pregnant, three years later still not done. I keep putting it off and well times have been somewhat busy. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t I promised myself to have it done in the next few weeks..I really like the one I chose for her. It says 'Believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;which is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;something I believe everywhere little girl growing up needs to here more often than not. I was always a shy girl growing up too scared to try most things. I missed out on playing basketball afraid to fail, I was scared to enter singing contest, again scared to fail...do you see a pattern emerging? I want my daughter to be able to stand on her own two feet and discover the world. Be not afraid of the unknown.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I simply want her to know she can make her own goals, to believe in her own talents, but most importantly develop a good self-esteem. I want her to be confident and curiou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s. I want her to love and be lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdqgOAQ32UI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HHt0cVbpdlQ/s1600-h/100_4649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdqgOAQ32UI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HHt0cVbpdlQ/s200/100_4649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321742072141044034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(again sorry for the terrible picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'll post the finished project soon!&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a pattern through Ebay of a magical fairy(of coarse she's mostly purple) and it's absolutely gorgeous. I'll start it and post a pic and you'll be able to track my progress. As you can see I have many things on the go. But as I mentioned earlier it seems as though all of my big projects are for others. Perhaps this is so for many...&lt;br /&gt;Pls.. come again and show me your works of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sdqg6cg9UPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BrP4NQ4cWZw/s1600-h/100_4650.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168348269036334667-4328115133924147510?l=violetcluster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/feeds/4328115133924147510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-labour-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4328115133924147510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168348269036334667/posts/default/4328115133924147510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violetcluster.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-labour-of-love.html' title='My labour of love....'/><author><name>Nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09379909780283575955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SdqEO8I_bXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/U-j5YqeeNWc/s72-c/100_4657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168348269036334667.post-5121781852376480838</id><published>2009-04-04T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:55:57.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Garden'/><title type='text'>Saturday morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SddaNOVJ37I/AAAAAAAAAEU/CX5E-yBVXag/s1600-h/100_4552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/SddaNOVJ37I/AAAAAAAAAEU/CX5E-yBVXag/s200/100_4552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320820667993153458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm enjoying my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;morning cup of Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; wondering what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; happened with the weather. Woke up Thursday morni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ng and it was gorgeous. I had time to put away the Christmas lights hanging on our little tree and a few wrapped around the house...I raked up my little bed of garden which I am going to attempt to plant many beautiful flowers &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(perhaps mostly purple ones.) With spring rapidly approaching and with my level of green thumb being quite slim to none I am optimistic. I imagine my flower bed to be carpeted in a kaleidoscope of colourful w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ild flowers. Yet, stay tuned to see if I manage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sddlz0Rjm0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6a9UAOKSxPM/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr66o3DTmYY/Sddlz0Rjm0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6a9UAOKSxPM/s200/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320833425641544514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I find most of these flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;brighten garde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ns in almos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I love the simplest of flowers. I've realized that I may need to read a few books to fully understand how to care and maintain a garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just thought I would plant some in the ground and place a few garden ornaments and their you go, watch it grow....&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Silly me! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I think I will be making a trip to our local garden shop for further assistance on choosing soil and garden tools I may need.&lt;br /&gt;As I ment
