<?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-5789920237915240218</id><updated>2011-06-13T20:25:01.104-07:00</updated><category term='Daughter'/><category term='Piglet'/><category term='Grief'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Barbie'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Dress'/><category term='50'/><category term='Fat'/><category term='new puppy'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Modesty'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Grammy's Gab</title><subtitle type='html'>Thought, Feeling, 
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/SeoEba4LH8I/AAAAAAAAADI/cjxhKvd-0yo/s400/Barbie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-4431061901454491191?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/4431061901454491191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-50th-barbie-it-was-bound-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/4431061901454491191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/4431061901454491191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-50th-barbie-it-was-bound-to.html' title='HAPPY 50TH BARBIE (it was bound to happen)'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/SeoEba4LH8I/AAAAAAAAADI/cjxhKvd-0yo/s72-c/Barbie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-8607879415164962260</id><published>2009-04-18T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:12:10.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>MOM'S FOR MODESTY</title><content type='html'>I came across this blog and I think it is wonderful !&lt;br /&gt;Please go there and sign (leave a comment) to show your support !&lt;br /&gt;LET'S KEEP OUR CHILDREN AND GRAND CHILDREN MODEST !&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this blog has moved, they were up to 1500 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;signatures&lt;/span&gt;, but now there is less than 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://momsformodesty.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://momsformodesty.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-8607879415164962260?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/8607879415164962260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/moms-for-modesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/8607879415164962260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/8607879415164962260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/moms-for-modesty.html' title='MOM&apos;S FOR MODESTY'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-7946573551628836886</id><published>2009-04-18T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:57:54.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piglet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>The Cutest Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think that baby Pigs are the cutest. My Dad raised pigs when I was a kid, so we had these babies around alot. That is why I started my pig collection, (not real pigs) which quickly grew to almost take over the house. Every year when the fair comes, I have to go see the baby pigs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Kingsford...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b0dbae13a7823ad4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0dbae13a7823ad4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329909644%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6169AF8152E3BB0F6DD39CE870A144D5023A713C.30A815B99C536A7EF48033B6327805E2A7A4FE24%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0dbae13a7823ad4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG8hYSV9ktJ_pZk3vI1gf14DKZPI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="265" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0dbae13a7823ad4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329909644%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6169AF8152E3BB0F6DD39CE870A144D5023A713C.30A815B99C536A7EF48033B6327805E2A7A4FE24%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0dbae13a7823ad4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG8hYSV9ktJ_pZk3vI1gf14DKZPI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-7946573551628836886?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/7946573551628836886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutest-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/7946573551628836886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/7946573551628836886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/cutest-babies.html' title='The Cutest Babies'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-8829838987639767250</id><published>2009-04-17T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:50:29.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the rescue ship comes, I'll tell 'em:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  My companion is my husband, of course, so I would just say,&amp;quot; bring my Grand Daughter &amp;amp; tell my Son where we are, so he can visit, &amp;amp; I&amp;#39;ll be fine...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:10921"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/10921"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=10921" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-8829838987639767250?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/8829838987639767250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-rescue-ship-comes-i-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/8829838987639767250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/8829838987639767250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-rescue-ship-comes-i-tell.html' title='When the rescue ship comes, I&amp;#39;ll tell &amp;#39;em:'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-2374430967310961146</id><published>2009-04-01T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:59:25.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Internet Fools' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  April Fools&amp;#39; Day pranks that I&amp;#39;ve seen online?                                                     None, don&amp;#39;t know, don&amp;#39;t care!! Never been a fan of pranks or slapstik type comedy, something usually gets torn up or someone is embarrased, I really don&amp;#39;t find it funny. I just look at it as one day closer to summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:8833"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/8833"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=8833" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-2374430967310961146?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/2374430967310961146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-internet-fools-day_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/2374430967310961146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/2374430967310961146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-internet-fools-day_01.html' title='2009 Internet Fools&amp;#39; Day'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-8476424976979883931</id><published>2009-03-31T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:58:43.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get my news from the Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My answer to: What is your prefered medium to recieve the news? Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I prefer reading the news on the internet or sometimes watching a video if it is something that I&amp;#39;m really interested in. I find it easier to access the stories that I want to read about. I can&amp;#39;t count the times someone has asked me, &amp;quot;did you see that story in the paper?&amp;quot; I always say no, because I don&amp;#39;t read the paper but I have tried to find a story after they tell me about it. The paper never has the articles where I look for them. It is like going to the grocery store and the peanut butter isn&amp;#39;t next to the jelly... (that&amp;#39;s another story) Sooo, I try to look in the little index to find where this particular article might be, and they hide that too. It&amp;#39;s like finding Waldo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&amp;#39;t really care if there are no more newspapers, other than for the employees working for them that would lose their jobs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:8673"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/8673"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=8673" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-8476424976979883931?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/8476424976979883931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-get-my-news-from-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/8476424976979883931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/8476424976979883931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-get-my-news-from-internet.html' title='I get my news from the Internet'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-5906568738962758722</id><published>2009-03-29T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:14:18.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My answer to: How would you give away a million dollars?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  I have actually thought and talked about this several times. When I get an extra million dollars, I will travel around the US, on the back of a Goldwing behind my husband of twenty-three years, to big cities and small towns taking in the scenery as we ride all the back roads. We will visit a small diner in each place that we stop. We will enjoy each others company, and take in all that the community has to offer. Before we leave the diner we put a $1000.00 bill under one plate for the tip. Picking out the 1000 waiters would be the greatest part. It would make their life a little bit better, but it would make ours 1000 times better every time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:8254"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/8254"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=8254" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-5906568738962758722?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/5906568738962758722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-answer-to-how-would-you-give-away_7995.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/5906568738962758722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/5906568738962758722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-answer-to-how-would-you-give-away_7995.html' title='My answer to: How would you give away a million dollars?'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-6647650477847413277</id><published>2009-03-28T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:36:56.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Little Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My answer to the question, &amp;quot;What is a children&amp;#39;s book title that makes you nostalgic?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Curious+George&amp;amp;tag=plinky09-20&amp;amp;search-alias=books" title="Grab this book from Amazon"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51QGTB5TG3L._SS250_.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Curious George, brings back memories of my children, when they were about 3 &amp;amp; 5, cuddled up with me while I read to them. They &amp;quot;read&amp;quot; as much as they listened by looking at the pictures and making up the story as we went along George&amp;#39;s adventure. Lacy would say, &amp;quot;He is a naughty monkey!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:8081"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/8081"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=8081" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-6647650477847413277?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/6647650477847413277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/naughty-little-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/6647650477847413277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/6647650477847413277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/naughty-little-monkey.html' title='Naughty Little Monkey'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-1411203540940383558</id><published>2009-03-27T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:54:17.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Demand That The Driver In Front Of Me Get Off The Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;I Demand That The Driver In Front Of Me Get Off The Cell Phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Also if your standing ahead of me in line (any where) I know you think you can multi-task, but you just can&amp;#39;t !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:7915"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/7915"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=7915" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-1411203540940383558?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/1411203540940383558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-demand-that-driver-in-front-of-me-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/1411203540940383558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/1411203540940383558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-demand-that-driver-in-front-of-me-get.html' title='I Demand That The Driver In Front Of Me Get Off The Cell Phone'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-3966618456638668972</id><published>2009-03-27T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:55:12.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Hershee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0utdFoPqI/AAAAAAAAACA/yUGHW3yHNtE/s1600-h/IMG_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0utdFoPqI/AAAAAAAAACA/yUGHW3yHNtE/s320/IMG_1021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317958093431652002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0usWrngeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qp1jJN5pVYM/s1600-h/IMG_1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0usWrngeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qp1jJN5pVYM/s320/IMG_1076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317958074532069858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0uryVQiQI/AAAAAAAAABw/u2zJgE5XmrU/s1600-h/IMG_1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0uryVQiQI/AAAAAAAAABw/u2zJgE5XmrU/s320/IMG_1072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317958064774613250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know we recently were blessed with 40lb., bouncing, baby Chocolate Lab...&lt;br /&gt;Her name is, "Hershee" ( I had to spell it different from the other 9million chocolate labs named "Hershey") ( Other thoughts, Dove, Godiva, Girradelle sp?)&lt;br /&gt;How and Why do we have this new bundle of joy, you may ask...Billy (who is not our animal lover) found her, trying to cross 122nd street. He called me &amp; asked what he should do with her...She was covered with ticks and looked like her whiskers had been burned off. But, he said, "She is just so darned cute" I made an appointment at our Vet, he took her to get her shots and to have her checked out, then took her to Petsmart to have her bathed, and then brought her to her new home. He was right she is sooo cute. She is at that very awkward puppy stage, where her feet seem to be the biggest thing on her. She came right in, jumped up in my lap, turned over on her back &amp; just layed there grunting. I was hooked. So was Brylee, as you can see in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing she is so cute, because she IS NOT housebroken. &lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had cleaned up the 3rd pee spot &amp; I took Brylee to the bathroom to do her hair. We came back to the living room, &amp; both of us about fell over from the smell, (Not just pee this time) So I took her over to the spot showed it to her, told her "No" &amp; put her outside. I put out the water bucket for her. So while I'm cleaning up poop, Brylee is asking me over and over, " Did, Hershee poop!!?" "Let me see"&lt;br /&gt;She is very fascinated with poop right now.(?) So I get it cleaned up, clean the pee spot too, and the whole time Brylee is saying, "Oooo it stinks!!" Yes, Brylee "it's poop" I find the fabreez and used half the bottle, finally it's done...I go to the back door to let Hershee back in, &amp; she is laying in a huge puddle of water (really mud, since she tipped over her water bucket and it mixed with all the dirt on the back patio) She is covered in mud, so, I come back in and get a towel, I tell Brylee that I will be right back, I go outside &amp; towel Hershee off, she covers me with mud because she thinks I'm playing with her. When she's dry enough, I bring her back in the house and I look at Brylee &amp; she has drawn all over her face and neck with a pink marker!!!!! I take her (Brylee) to the bathroom to clean her up (thank goodness it was washable marker) and when I walk into the living room there is another PEE SPOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I called Dan to have him remind me how cute she is, (Hershee, not Brylee) well maybe Brylee too, at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I least I'm not bored!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to all,&lt;br /&gt;Grammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-3966618456638668972?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/3966618456638668972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/hershee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/3966618456638668972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/3966618456638668972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/hershee.html' title='Hershee'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0utdFoPqI/AAAAAAAAACA/yUGHW3yHNtE/s72-c/IMG_1021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789920237915240218.post-5503720354110787669</id><published>2009-03-26T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:01:17.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0wbi72jGI/AAAAAAAAACI/VAgWHljSkM8/s1600-h/DSC00027_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0wbi72jGI/AAAAAAAAACI/VAgWHljSkM8/s320/DSC00027_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317959984786869346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Baby Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 years old I can't believe it ! I truly don't know where the time has gone. I woke up at 8:00am this morning right at the time you were born. You were such a quiet baby. You would lay there with those big blue eyes open, taking it all in. Thinking and day dreaming from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you didn't have to say a lot, because you had your big brother for that. He was your protector and your spokesman. I would say, "Lacy do you want a sucker?" and he would answer, "Yes, she does !" I'd tell him, "Let her say it." Then I would ask you again, but you would just look at him and nod your little blond head. Finally when you did start talking, you could speak in sentences and boy did you talk !!!!!!!! Especially on the phone, I remember one time when I was studying and I hadn't heard you for a little while, so I went to see what you were doing. You were on the phone with Grandma (I had shown you how to speed dial her number) When I took the phone she asked me, "Where have you been? I've been trying to get her to give you the phone, but she just keeps saying, wait just a minute." You had found someone to listen and you had a lot to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to describe my constant longing to hear your voice again. Every time I see a full moon, a puppy or kitten, a new pair of shoes, an outfit, the snow, the sunshine, a flower, the trees in bloom, a sunset, a baby, a new car, a snow cone, a new movie, or something Brylee has done, I tell you every detail. If only I could hear your response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had somewhat gotten used to not seeing you everyday after you moved out on your own, but you were always a phone call away &amp;amp; I could hear your voice. Of course when you were pregnant and then after Brylee came, we would talk 3 or 4 times a day. Sometimes we would talk for hours, sometimes just a few seconds, but I could always tell how you were just by your voice. We became closer than ever during those months, I am so thankful that we had that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that I didn't call you back to tell you, "I love you and everything is going to be fine." Now I have to wait until I get to Heaven to hear you say, "I love you too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Your MOM&lt;br /&gt;(Grammy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789920237915240218-5503720354110787669?l=grammysgab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/feeds/5503720354110787669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-lacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/5503720354110787669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789920237915240218/posts/default/5503720354110787669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammysgab.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-lacy.html' title='Happy Birthday Lacy'/><author><name>Grammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00491984341871357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/ScaI7Hyl7yI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pqOk-V4og1Q/S220/1107to408015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RXG9qy4v1oY/Sc0wbi72jGI/AAAAAAAAACI/VAgWHljSkM8/s72-c/DSC00027_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
