<?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-19347279</id><updated>2011-12-10T08:37:19.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from a Meandering Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Does your mind ever meander?  Mine does and this is the place I am choosing to let it express, whether about my faith, my family, work or play...  It's safe here for the ever thoughtful mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-3463780382641308621</id><published>2011-12-10T08:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T08:37:19.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Anniversary</title><content type='html'>One year ago today, I said 'I do' to my beloved husband.&amp;nbsp; It's been a roller coaster year on many fronts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being so nervous I wanted to run.&amp;nbsp; I didn't and I said I do and I will.&amp;nbsp; Forever, I will until the end of my days I will.&amp;nbsp; I will love him for always.&amp;nbsp; In good times and in bad, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health...&amp;nbsp; Kevin is my beloved, my compliment, my "other half" and my lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Anniversary my dear heart husband! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-3463780382641308621?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/3463780382641308621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=3463780382641308621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/3463780382641308621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/3463780382641308621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-anniversary.html' title='First Anniversary'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-7809689707790665276</id><published>2011-02-25T18:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:06:35.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful times</title><content type='html'>I think I was violated and exploited at the gas pumps today!  Thankfully, I didn't need a full tank of gas at $3.39 per gallon and that was the cheap place, it's $3.45 at most of the stations around town.  I can't believe how bad the prices have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am thankful, for a good job to pay for my gas needs and a car that decent on gas, even around town!  It's the little things... count your blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-7809689707790665276?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/7809689707790665276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=7809689707790665276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/7809689707790665276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/7809689707790665276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2011/02/painful-times.html' title='Painful times'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-4685883183498321524</id><published>2011-02-19T16:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:25:14.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax time...  and the little things</title><content type='html'>Well that was painful, had my taxes prepared!  The gal who did them was wonderful, but it was stressful and painful on the wallet to have them done.  Guess that's what I get for having many complexities and challenges this year.  Well, it's done and over and now we wait, will they be accepted by the Federal and state governments?  When will I get my refunds?  Will it be as prepared?  Like I said numerous challenges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside to today... it was bright and sunny, not too cold and I received my knitting needle holder in the mail when I got home!!!  So beautiful!  Ahhh...the little things in life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-4685883183498321524?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/4685883183498321524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=4685883183498321524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/4685883183498321524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/4685883183498321524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-that-was-painful-had-my-taxes.html' title='Tax time...  and the little things'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-2968524480794897951</id><published>2011-02-17T18:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:21:15.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life moves on..</title><content type='html'>Amazing, wow!  How can I summarize the past over 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought out&lt;br /&gt;Worried out&lt;br /&gt;Moved out&lt;br /&gt;Kalamazoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never just window shop for a new car&lt;br /&gt;Silver Dodge Caliber&lt;br /&gt;Satellite radio&lt;br /&gt;Wahoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131&lt;br /&gt;I-94&lt;br /&gt;I-80 and I-35&lt;br /&gt;and back again...&lt;br /&gt;Wheels turning even when I'm sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Lake!!!    Beautiful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... toes in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Sea shells&lt;br /&gt;Driftwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 gold bands&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;He's still in Iowa&lt;br /&gt;and me in Kalamazoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression moments&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to...&lt;br /&gt;Meet new friends&lt;br /&gt;Find that Church to call home&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love this new life, this new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life  moves on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ap5XDusS76o/TV27UxWvkPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QzeC-qlpJgE/s1600/CIMG0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ap5XDusS76o/TV27UxWvkPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QzeC-qlpJgE/s200/CIMG0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574817879275049202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but there's always Hamlet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-2968524480794897951?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/2968524480794897951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=2968524480794897951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/2968524480794897951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/2968524480794897951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-moves-on.html' title='Life moves on..'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ap5XDusS76o/TV27UxWvkPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QzeC-qlpJgE/s72-c/CIMG0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-7370130136914121909</id><published>2008-10-24T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:50:16.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hard to believe it's been over a year since I have made my way here to post thoughts, for perhaps no one, but me.  Time has passed fairly uneventfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat, Hamlet, is still fat and sassy!  Well, not just sassy, plain goofy!  I still think he's the best thing that I've chosen to do, my adopting him.  He's very much a 'cog', cat who thinks they are a dog.  I don't take nearly as many pictures of him as I used to, but here he is being my "box kitty".  In case you forgot.  Oh, but who could forget that sweet face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppaIdWn8aDc/SQJ5kQw_J1I/AAAAAAAAACw/KsmKwkqGdCg/s1600-h/100_0667w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppaIdWn8aDc/SQJ5kQw_J1I/AAAAAAAAACw/KsmKwkqGdCg/s320/100_0667w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260900978604844882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking on Mom lately.  I miss her some days more than others, but I miss her every day.  Thankfully, the grief isn't as harsh, nor as deep.  Even so, I miss her.  My Great-Aunt (Auntie) Mae once said about her mother, that she missed her every day.  Auntie Mae said this 30+ years after her mom had died, so at least I know that it's normal to miss your mom at nearly 38 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason Mom's so in my head is that a few weeks ago she got some interesting mail at my house.  She was summoned for jury duty starting November 4th, exactly 2.5 years to the day she went to her Heavenly home.  All I could really do was laugh, couldn't they just cross the hall or go up a flight of stairs in the clerk of courts office to the records department and find out she was deceased.  Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-7370130136914121909?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/7370130136914121909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=7370130136914121909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/7370130136914121909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/7370130136914121909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2008/10/hard-to-believe-its-been-over-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppaIdWn8aDc/SQJ5kQw_J1I/AAAAAAAAACw/KsmKwkqGdCg/s72-c/100_0667w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-7037623729300888321</id><published>2007-07-17T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:38:54.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where for art thou Hamlet?  Where for art thou my sweet cat? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I seeth thee upon my keys and upon my 'windows' pane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppaIdWn8aDc/Rp18Hr9i6PI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B7u4HyIDMTg/s1600-h/Hamlet_08Mar07_1e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppaIdWn8aDc/Rp18Hr9i6PI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B7u4HyIDMTg/s320/Hamlet_08Mar07_1e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088359625500322034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppaIdWn8aDc/Rp18H79i6QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/f_RkO2yOUeg/s1600-h/Hamlet_24Mar07e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ppaIdWn8aDc/Rp18H79i6QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/f_RkO2yOUeg/s320/Hamlet_24Mar07e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088359629795289346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My computer has been Hamlet-ized, thus preventing much of my online activities.   It's annoying, but he sure is cute!&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/19347279-7037623729300888321?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/7037623729300888321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=7037623729300888321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/7037623729300888321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/7037623729300888321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2007/07/hamlet.html' title='Hamlet!'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ppaIdWn8aDc/Rp18Hr9i6PI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B7u4HyIDMTg/s72-c/Hamlet_08Mar07_1e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-7561098949488445861</id><published>2007-05-08T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:29:00.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Passes...  time moves on.</title><content type='html'>It is so hard to believe that Mom has been gone for just over a year now.  So hard to believe.  It feels like it's been just days and many, many years all at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off of work Friday, May 4th, the first anniversary of her death.  My sister and I then took a road trip.  It was a rainy and foggy day Friday, not much fun for driving really, but it didn't matter.  Wendy and I were together and we took Mom with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was not only with us in heart as she always is, her ashes were in the cremation jewelry that I got us both and we took the rest of mom's cremains with us on the trip.  It was a blast.  Mom is oddly quiet, she didn't ask to stop at any of the Casey's convenience stores we went by.  Mom didn't even comment on how the view of her old home town looked and the cemetary where our family is buried.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy and I went to put flowers and crosses on the graves of some relatives, a bit early for Memorial Day, but it was a day of rememberance.  It was amazing, in a sad way, how in the old township cemetery where our Grandpa and many other relatives are buried that the keepers of it have stripped it of many of it's trees and a lot of the bushes and shrubs that were there for many years.  It looked nearly naked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom still so very greatly.  I know I will always miss her. God had gotten me through with great friends and "family" and with the hope of one day being with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich, mutti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-7561098949488445861?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/7561098949488445861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=7561098949488445861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/7561098949488445861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/7561098949488445861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2007/05/year-passes-time-moves-on.html' title='A Year Passes...  time moves on.'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-117331868082980304</id><published>2007-03-07T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:52:20.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet</title><content type='html'>My cat is so funny! Before I got him, he had, had a broken leg. He still favors it at times. He hops on 3 legs or limps on the one that had been broken. Then there are times when I see him hopping on 3 legs in front of me, but when I am out of eye shot, he starts walking normal! Or how about those times when he is doing his laps around the house and on the walls!!!! Goofy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/512255/Hamlet_022807_1w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/963263/Hamlet_022807_1w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few words from my curious Hamlet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122=144444444444+++++++++++++++947777777777777&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as he inspects my desk and stands on the keyboard. Actually he said more than that, but "mommy' decided to edit otherwise this page would be very wide due to his words. Just imagine a lot more fours, pluses and sevens. Hamlet seemed to like those the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/46512/Hamlet_01Mar07_1w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/506203/Hamlet_01Mar07_1w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bare with me, I'm a new 'mommy', so I have lots of pictures to share!!! He's been such a joy to have. I believe it when they say pets are good for a persons well being and health!!! He's done a lot for me already and it's only been 8 days since I've been his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/763271/Hamlet_01Mar07_3w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/514664/Hamlet_01Mar07_3w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/975902/Hamlet_01Mar07_5w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/94883/Hamlet_01Mar07_5w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/884634/Hamlet_01Mar07_6w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/379188/Hamlet_01Mar07_6w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 3 pics above he is laying and or sleeping on mommy's lap&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/19347279-117331868082980304?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/117331868082980304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=117331868082980304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/117331868082980304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/117331868082980304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2007/03/hamlet.html' title='Hamlet'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-117280143268799646</id><published>2007-03-01T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:13:56.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow??!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, after not even a week from the last snow and ice storm, we are being hit again with even more snow!!!! As of the 6 PM news my hometown had gotten 12 inches that's approximately 30.5 cm of cold white stuff ...and it's still coming down!!! We are in the 12-16 inch 'zone' for amount of snow fall before this system moves on and stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that it's not as much as the east coast. Still, it is more than we've had for quite a while. At least there is the old saying about the month of March... in like a lion, out like a lamb! Woo hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below are from the last weather system we got, 24 Feb 07. I'll post more pictures later after I get out tomorrow in day light to take some. Just think 12-16 inches more on top of what's shown, what a joy to live in Iowa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/210117/24Feb07_1w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/834335/24Feb07_1w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A view from the front deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/64116/24Feb07_4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/168763/24Feb07_4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A view of the back door and steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/187292/24Feb07_5w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/616878/24Feb07_5w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A neighbors backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Snow is beautiful...  but one can tire of easily and very quickly.  &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/19347279-117280143268799646?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/117280143268799646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=117280143268799646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/117280143268799646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/117280143268799646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-snow.html' title='More Snow??!!!!!'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-117272465628946998</id><published>2007-02-28T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:50:48.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Mommy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/198929/Hamlet_27Feb07_1w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/949709/Hamlet_27Feb07_1w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meet Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted him yesterday, Tuesday February 27th from the local Humane Society. We aren't yet fully aquainted, but I have learned lots of things already about my Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;He is great at hiding!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; He found a spot under my kitchen cabinets where the toe boards are missing. Thank God for his long white whiskers that luminated in the light of a flashlight!!!! After extracting him from there before his visit to the vet, he found the spot to the left only he couldn't be seen. This picture was taken after I had removed some items I had stored there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is a snuggler!! &lt;/span&gt; Just what I was hoping for. After the "nurse" (vet tech) got the initial information from me, then left, and before the vet came in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; he was snuggling up to me and into me. He had forgiven me for various hiding place extraction techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/824343/Hamlet_27Feb07_2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/385493/Hamlet_27Feb07_2w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is vary curious!!&lt;/span&gt;  Of course!!  New home!  New owner!  New everything!  Lots of exploration!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He likes to play!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He has the cutest face!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The area where his whisker come out is very prominant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/124630/Hamlet_27Feb07_4w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/940441/Hamlet_27Feb07_4w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He likes his mommy!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Or at least to sleep in my spot on the couch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/845011/Hamlet_27Feb07_6w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/659706/Hamlet_27Feb07_6w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just can't hardly believe how much I love this cat when I've only had him but a mere 30-something hours. I think it started in the Humane Society shelter last Friday, he picked me and I became his. He's not mine, I am his and I am thankful that I am&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-117272465628946998?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/117272465628946998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=117272465628946998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/117272465628946998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/117272465628946998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-mommy.html' title='I&apos;m a Mommy!!!!'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-116872507493409688</id><published>2007-01-13T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:51:14.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late, but to all who may read I hope your New Year is the best and most blessed ever, Happy 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-116872507493409688?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/116872507493409688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=116872507493409688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/116872507493409688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/116872507493409688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-116736904644856278</id><published>2006-12-28T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:33:11.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Months gone by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Wow, hard to believe that it has been so long since I've been here, but it has been a busy few months since I last left my thoughts on this portion of cyber space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late September, my sister and I had a hard decision to make.  Grandma moved in to a local nursing home/care facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October's spare time was spent cleaning out Grandma's apartment and getting all the paperwork and things shuffled for the payment of the home. Paper work didn't stop due to the months end, there's still the on going necessity, but it's slowed some, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/1600/776903/AnthonyII_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2077/1913/320/901855/AnthonyII_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October also brought my brother and my nephew from California for a visit. Oh, it was so awesome to finally meet my nephew, Anthony II.   It was so very wonderful.  I just fell in love with him all over again.  You know that sense when you know you have a nephew, although you never met him, you love him, meeting him, just solidified it so much.   Anthony II is sooooooo much like his dad was when we were growing up... creative, curious, entertaining...  although to ask me when his dad and I were young, I'd have just said he was a pain in the butt brother.    That's my handsome nephew, Anthony Lee II pictured here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was a hard walk, first one with out Mom. My sissy and I had brunch at the local 'Villiage Inn' and then I met up with a great friend. Her and I watched movies and just chilled with a pizza. I held "it" together until my brother and his family called. Ended up crying on Thanksgiving after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early December brought my "63rd"... I mean my 36th birthday. Again, another first without Mom. It was tough. Grandma, my sister and I went out for dinner at 'Culvers'. Love Grandma dearly, however, not sure she's going out with us again for a while. Not everyone at 'Culvers' is "stupid". Middle of December brought my nephew's 10th birthday, sorry Anthony II, it came just a couple days late.   It walso brought Grandma's 85th birthday.  My sister and I brought cake and ice cream in and ate with her.  It went well and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas hasn't been the best of times.  No decorations this year, I'm holding a boycott.   Another first without Mom.   I'm tired of these "firsts without Mom."  I miss her so badly.  I am glad that the major holidays are over.  Now it's just biding time until her birtday on March 17th and Mother's day in May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mom, I miss you and hate that life has to go on without your presence and your tangible touch and love. &lt;/span&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/19347279-116736904644856278?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/116736904644856278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=116736904644856278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/116736904644856278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/116736904644856278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/12/months-gone-by.html' title='Months gone by'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-115859515314282662</id><published>2006-09-17T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:00:06.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cyclones lost, but by no means am I going to be ashamed of the darn good game that they played.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-115859515314282662?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/115859515314282662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=115859515314282662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115859515314282662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115859515314282662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/09/cyclones-lost-but-by-no-means-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-115842290879695581</id><published>2006-09-16T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:35:16.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fest ... Iowa State vs Iowa ... Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/200px-ISU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/200px-ISU.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today is Fall Fest here in my hometown. I am not feeling to festive, may not go, besides there's a game I'd rather spend time with friends and watch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today is the ever rival&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;vs.&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I hope you have no wonders who I am cheering for. Cheering is always more fun when you have a friend who is on the opposite side cheering for the oponent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I miss mom so very much, life is overwhelming most days. The okay days are still very few and far between. It's hard to imagine she's been dead for 4 months and 12 days today. There are still so many things to deal with on all levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, the "humourous" one is that mom gets more junk mail at my house than I do. She even got one last weekend from the 'Cremation Society of Eastern - Central - Western Iowa'. If only they knew she was already ashes in a box on the family organ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got one for a sweepstakes entry a few weeks ago, all I could do was giggle, like if my sister and I sent it in and that would be the one time mom ever won. I can almost hear the conversation on trying to collect...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is Mary there please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May I say who's calling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's John Doe from Sweepstakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm her daughter, can I give her a message? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your mother, Mary has won the grand prize and we need to visit with her to get everything filed so she can claim it. Is there a convenient time to meet with Mary? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her schedule is pretty open, she's just tied up at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is her address 1333 4th.......?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, that is correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's plan on Tuesday evening at 7 PM.  If there would be a change please call me at 888-555-1212, my name is John Doe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, I will give her the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday evening 7 PM, the door bell rings, I greet John Doe from Sweepstakes and let him in.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is Mary in tonight?  I am here to help her fill out the paperwork for her to claim the grand prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, she is in.  &lt;/span&gt;  I walk over to the family organ and grab the box of ashes with her picture on it and present it to Mr. Doe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his is Mary, she hasn't been having the best of days, she kind of quite really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Mary?   A box? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, this is Mary, my mom, in the box. &lt;/span&gt; I proceed to open the box and show him the big bag of ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Mary is dead and cremated? You've got to be kidding me!!!!  Mary entered the sweepstakes back in August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No, I am not kidding.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for your loss, but Mary needs to be living and breathing to claim her prize.  When did she pass away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She died May 4th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you're telling me is that you entered the sweepstakes fraudulently under your mom's name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, my sister and I entered the sweepstakes for mom, as you, bought her name off some mailing list after she died. Her mail was forwarded here for legitimate purposes to handle our mother's affairs after she died. Your company purchased her name with this new address off some list. Perhaps your company had better check on where it gets its supply of names and address. I wonder how many other dead people you mail things to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepstakes: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently there has been a mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, no mistake on my end, please remove my mother from your mailing list. And you may wish to inform your mailing list purchasing department of this as well, so they can inform who they received it from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I escort the very shocked and speechless John Doe from Sweepstakes out the front door.   Dang that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that mental scenario is humorous, although dealing with her junk mail at more times than not, brings on a bit of the grief heavier for a time. I miss her, I love her and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't wonder why the heck she had to die and leave so much in confusion. The answers may never come, so I guess I will have to deal with it.... I love her, I can only pray that God will see me through this and even more so, that God will see my sister and Grandma through their grief as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19347279-115842290879695581?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/115842290879695581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=115842290879695581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115842290879695581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115842290879695581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/09/fall-fest-iowa-state-vs-iowa-mom.html' title='Fall Fest ... Iowa State vs Iowa ... Mom'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-115578456829049062</id><published>2006-08-16T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:22:05.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/mom_bentleys_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/mom_bentleys_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is, Mom, with a smile, a sausage roll (check out the bangs) and her Bentley's Bawbar &amp; More, Islamorada, Florida t-shirt. I laugh when I think of that little sausage roll. My sister and I did her hair for the viewing after she died. Well it was hard, her hair never cooperated well in life, why would it for her final appearance, but Wendy and I were able to get the little sausage roll to make its final appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt in pink, with mom, had come up for part of the day with two of her children, well young adult and adult children. It was a belated gathering for Christmas (early January), impromptu due to a lovely break in the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/mom_asheliah_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/mom_asheliah_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Family was always important to mom, she loved completely and utterly unconditionally. I am just not so sure if she knew how much she was the glue to the different personalities within our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Mom was the sounding board who would listen patiently, give advice with or without solicitation... that's what mom's do, but mostly she would just love and talk me through my own throughts at times. She was my biggest cheerleader and greatest fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mom a lot, but I know in that fact, I am not alone. Anyone who knew Mom and loved her, is missing her now. One life leaves such a huge hole.&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/19347279-115578456829049062?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/115578456829049062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=115578456829049062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115578456829049062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115578456829049062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/08/mom.html' title='Mom...'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-115561351399219922</id><published>2006-08-14T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:47:13.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a Molly moment...</title><content type='html'>I had a 'Molly moment'.   I love the movie "Molly"...  see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0143746/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (and I don't care what the other reviewer says, it was a good movie). In it Molly believes that you need to be honest and just scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was my turn. I utterly lost it. Too many calls from Grandma, too many 'sob' stories from my sister, too much pressure... the pressure release valuve ...my mouth, opened and closed 4 times and a lovely scream... nearly high pitched enough to be a shreak. Too bad I hadn't come into contact with this portion of me sooner, I could have been a screamer for some scary movie in Hollywood. I think I missed my calling. It wasn't until the neighbor lady who has 4 unruley kids came outside looking to see if the scream came from one of her children, did I pull back into reality and my responsible mode. I went right outside to tell her it was me, not her children and yes, I was "okay" (however, you'd like to define that, living, breathing works for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family.  I like my job.   I just hate my life at the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will go on, He hasn't taken me home yet, so there must be something for me to do here, aside from feeling like I'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;too much silence&lt;br /&gt;from a heart that lay oceans away&lt;br /&gt;too many unanswered calls&lt;br /&gt;from a phone that rings on the otherside of the world&lt;br /&gt;too many questions, concerns and worries&lt;br /&gt;not enough faith or trust&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, but is it enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seni seviyorum&lt;br /&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/19347279-115561351399219922?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/115561351399219922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=115561351399219922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115561351399219922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115561351399219922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/08/molly-moment.html' title='a Molly moment...'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-115549942039384060</id><published>2006-08-13T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:03:40.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty!</title><content type='html'>The unit is empty, save for some sweeping that needs done, not just really, just want to besure I get my deposit back.  Funny how once decisions are made others try to superimpose their decision or call to a judgement of sorts upon what decisions were made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying in public isn't really my cup of tea, but it happens, so I'll deal with it...  and so will the others.  I nearly did it again today when the guys from the auction house picked up the organ and the hutch and then nearly again at the Kum &amp; Go afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next step is to just figure out the litter of mom's stuff that floats around the house.  For me the wonder is will my sister find the time or should I say make time or will my house be litter for a few more months.  My own house is driving me nuts due to the 'litter' of boxes and totes and then just my normal clutter stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-115549942039384060?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/115549942039384060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=115549942039384060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115549942039384060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115549942039384060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/08/empty.html' title='Empty!'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-115544307604228467</id><published>2006-08-12T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:14:38.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end...</title><content type='html'>...of the storage unit is nearly here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storage unit that we rented for mom's stuff is nearly cleared out and I am thankful. It's been many long, hard hours, some drudging through poinent memories that bring grief to the surface, some moments that brought exquisite anger, raging feelings of missing mom and even some thoughts of "mom, I wanna kill ya, but you're already dead". All that is left "in the unit" is the electric organ and a hutch, both apparently hard to find homes for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't mistake the unit being cleared out as to having all of mom's stuff sorted out and gone through. Oh, NO... there's still boxes and plastic totes that litter the house, mosty paper and pictures, but still new homes need found or new manners of expression for these memories. Maybe we should ship it all to my brother in California! Naaaa.... what fun would that be. Besides, he'll get his own box for him and his son of all kinds of things interesting and tell-tale!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/mom_bd2006_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/mom_bd2006_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mom on her 59th birthday, March 17, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think or hope too hard on the fact that I wish for life to calm down a bit more. My 84 year old Grandma has been having a hard time of her own, she's fallen down (thankfully nothing broken), can't leave without help (no car now, she sold it in late June) and is lonely. So much does my heart go out to her, it has to be rough, loosing 2 of your 3 children and the 3rd one, not visiting much or basically having much at all to do with you. Makes me furious, but alas, there is nothing I can do about it. I try, I write my aunt, try talking to her in emails, but no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Grammy, I can choose (and do choose always) to love her, no matter how much she drives me nuts at times (read often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me that's family. You love them to with your whole heart, even during the moments you wish you could just throw them (or jump yourself) into a hole or perhaps staple, hot glue or duct tape their mouths shut and run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/rose_spotlite_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/rose_spotlite_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Esther's rose...  a shining example of God's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Word says He won't give us any more than we can bear (when it comes to trials, tribulations, and the like). I believe it. I also believe He likes to take us the edge, where there's a "one last straw" before we break. I believe also it is for growth (a very good thing) and not to break our spirit, although lately it feels like I'm broken. God loves us... God loves you and God loves me and He never will harm us. I just forget to look at my Source of strength a lot, especially in the past 3.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love has left a silence that speaks but from the heart&lt;br /&gt;where nothing can over come it,&lt;br /&gt;not life, not death, nor dark,&lt;br /&gt;love a fondness of memory,&lt;br /&gt;tears not silently shed&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;break the silence,&lt;br /&gt;quiet the ache&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;a strong and fragile offering&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19347279-115544307604228467?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/115544307604228467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=115544307604228467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115544307604228467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115544307604228467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/08/end.html' title='The end...'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-115068355209111268</id><published>2006-06-18T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:27:35.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the "hostage" situation has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got mom's ashes paid for and into the family's possession. Currently I have them. Not sure where she is going to go, so for now, she will be shared, joint custody with my sister. Not sure that my brother would want her ashes out with him and his family. Might be a bit hard for my nephew to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor adds much to the tolerance of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went on a road trip this weekend after we "sprung" her from being a hostage at the funeral home. Okay, so it's weird, but who cares, it's an object, not mom, not really, and it's not disrespect. We loved her and we miss her. Mostly as I said, humor adds much tolerance to grief. Mom would have liked us laughing more, and crying less... and yes, even at the "expense" of her ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;within my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it beats on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is no wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;not within the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;where love resides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a song of heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;crumbling as though to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shatters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;splinters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fractures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a look up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a look within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a comforting grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from Him&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/19347279-115068355209111268?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/115068355209111268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=115068355209111268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115068355209111268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/115068355209111268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-hostage-situation-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-114955445365663121</id><published>2006-06-05T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:40:53.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minutes make hours, hours make days and days come together into months...  yesterday was a month without mom.  Her death has brought a closeness with family I never knew possible, but levels of stress at times that are hard to bear.    And now there is my grandmother's health that is questionable and my sister and I are nearly at wits end as to what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is too far from me and out of my grasp by phone or every other method of communication.  I love and miss him so.  To run to him I wish I could, for not my comfort alone, but to ease his heart at this time, with his family.  Ich liebe dich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-114955445365663121?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/114955445365663121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=114955445365663121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114955445365663121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114955445365663121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/06/minutes-make-hours-hours-make-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-114912597637131828</id><published>2006-05-31T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:39:36.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family "Pump" Organ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/organface_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/organface_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved mom's things into storage this past weekend. The family organ was moved into it's new residence as well, my house. I cleaned it up and got the family tradition started again. I placed family pictures on the organ. One of the sweet memories is that when I was growing up, there would always be my sister, brother and my school pictures on the organ along with various other family pictures. Then come Christmas, stockings would get hung from the knobs on the place where the candles are. It's good to have the organ out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organ has spent too many years in storage and unseen. It is good to have it out again to be able to enjoy, if only to look at it. I tested the organ and it works, all but one key, which has had issues with not working well all my life. I don't think the stoppers are working as they should, but it still makes beautiful sound... at least to my ears. I think the sound is sweetened by all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the stool for instance, there is a cross piece that isn't original, but it was carved by my grandpa as a replacement. I think about the foot pedals, look at how worn they are from hours of playing and pumping. How it must have been enjoyed so much more than I could ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/organkeys_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/organkeys_web.jpg" alt="" 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/19347279-114912597637131828?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/114912597637131828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=114912597637131828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114912597637131828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114912597637131828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/05/family-pump-organ.html' title='The Family &quot;Pump&quot; Organ'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-114886094139236667</id><published>2006-05-28T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:02:21.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It doesn't really seem to be getting much easier.  Not really.  Yesterday we moved all of mom's things into storage.  It was something I had to do mostly without thinking.  Now there is just the sorting through of all the items and deciding what to do with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a day that I've missed her so greatly.  She was my greatest encourager of my dreams, my biggest cheerleader and comforter, here on earth.  Today I've wished her here for such reasons as these.  I will have to do the only thing I can do, press into God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-114886094139236667?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/114886094139236667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=114886094139236667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114886094139236667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114886094139236667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-doesnt-really-seem-to-be-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-114782110747384430</id><published>2006-05-16T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:41:49.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/3May06_Mom_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/3May06_Mom_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 17, 1947 - May 4, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cindy Kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A daughters view of her mother, as a little child she knows everything; she is the center of the universe, as a teen, well mom knows absolutely nothing. It’s only in the years as an adult that a daughter realizes the wisdom of her mother.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It took me many years to know and appreciate the wisdom of my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ve been thinking, “What had mom taught me over the years?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She taught me my colors:&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Yellow, yellow, kiss your fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Blue, blue, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;White, white, pretty and bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She taught me pants go on one leg at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom taught me to serve others, by showing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom taught me to love music, even country music; although I of course rebelled against it in my teen years… she gave me a great appreciation for most all kinds of music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She taught me how strong her shoulders were when I needed them for tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She taught me that living now is what is important and worry, should be banned from the dictionary… in other words ‘quit worrying’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom taught me that good friends just may take your picture during incriminating moments, like when you put a doily on your head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She taught me that love lives in the heart, irregardless of bodily location or distance apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She taught me that family isn’t about the blood that is shared, but about hearts that connect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Mom taught me that deep love can bring deep sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mom taught me her love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The picture was taken Wednesday May 3rd and it is little "Moaner" in her arms. Only God could have orchestrated me taking my digital camera on a night when I don't normally go and visit mom, when I normally forget my camera when I do visit... only God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-114782110747384430?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/114782110747384430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=114782110747384430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114782110747384430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114782110747384430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-loving-memory-of-mom.html' title='In loving memory of Mom'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-114781805775097511</id><published>2006-05-16T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:20:57.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been too long, life has a way of going on and keeping busy.   Oh, well, that's life.  I thought I would try and post more often, more things and keep up, but it hasn't happened.   So I pick up and go on from here. Today is a new day...   well a new evening anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-114781805775097511?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/114781805775097511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=114781805775097511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114781805775097511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114781805775097511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-too-long-life-has-way-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-114005630101258703</id><published>2006-02-15T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:18:21.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a few days, wow, time flies!!!  The past 9 days have been intersting.  I went on my business trip early, Tuesday afternoon to Overland Park, Kansas and got home in the evening on Thursday.  With the fact that I accidentally grabbed 2 shirts to workout in, instead of pants and shirt, I didn't get any workouts on Wednesday and Thursday.  Friday I took off to recouperate... haha...  gotta cut yourself some slack at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a 25 minute elliptical trip and some leg work.  Sunday off.  We celebrated my sissy's birthday, which was actually yesterday, Valentine's day.   She went up on Monday to spend some time with her honey and got back yesterday.  Well this morning, being the sneaky (at least I try sometimes) sister that I am, I took some balloons into her at work.  Being a milestone birthday, she can't get by without some embarassment, now can she?!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus far this week I've done 25 minuts on the elliptical daily and Tuesday I did an upperbody.  But boy this waking up at the dead of night is for the birds...  okay not the birds, for the moon, that's it.   Well soon it's off to bed, got to catch up some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;missing, wishing, dreaming, scheming and loving from here to there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not more than a hearts beat, when I close my eyes or when you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a future to plan, but not in our hands alone&lt;br /&gt;loving, wishing a hug or a simple hand hold&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/19347279-114005630101258703?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/114005630101258703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=114005630101258703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114005630101258703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/114005630101258703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi-hi-been-few-days-wow-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113923129987142742</id><published>2006-02-06T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:54:01.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday I did went to the gym and I upped my elliptical to 19 minutes. The experts are right, I not only feel better physically, but emotionally I am also affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a no-workout day, unless you count shopping. Went to church and then 4 of us gals from work got together and went to a couple of quilt shops that were having superbowl sales. Oh, it was a blast. So much fabric and not enough time, especially when you factor all the other things I do into my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the Pittsburgh Steelers for winning the Superbowl and a game well played to the Seattle Seahawks. If you make it to the Superbowl, not matter if you win there or not, you're still a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: 19 min elliptical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113923129987142742?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113923129987142742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113923129987142742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113923129987142742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113923129987142742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-i-did-went-to-gym-and-i-upped.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113907691848809415</id><published>2006-02-04T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:15:18.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a happy Saturday, because I live and breathe, have a job and can celebrate the 2 day break from it...  called the weekend.  It's a bitter cold day today, but the sun is shining brightly.  Gone is our 40-some day stretch of warmer than normal temperatures and we are back to normal.  Only funny thing, since it was so warm this "normal" feels soooooo much colder than normal.  Guess it's all relative to what one is used to.   Kind of like in the fall when the temps move into the 50s or 60s everyone says it's freezing, but come spring and those same temperatures are lovely and warm.  Humans are wierd creatures.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The postal service never ceases to amaze me. I sent something out today to Turkey and to send it 'economy', which is a 4 to 6 week trip by boat and land it would have cost me more (okay only 40 cents more) than to send it by first class, air.  In which he will receive it in 5 to 7 days, providing the Turkish postal system is cooperative.   It's supposed to be a *surprise*, but since it's international, I always tell him it's coming, but not what's in it.   So it's still fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have felt better this week than I have in a while.  I finally got my backside to the gym again after a long (too long) hiatus from it.  I must say it's a good thing, although at moments some body parts aren't so agreeable to that.  And although the elliptical (or cross-trainer or whatever you wish to call it) is challenging, I like it better than the treadmill for the cardio workout.  Not quite so boring.   I have a couple of cassettes that I throw into my walkman that I absolutely love!!!!!!!!!!!  They keep me motivated.  One is a group called 'Divinity', they are awesome, 3 sisters singing about God.  They are so real, there is even a salvation prayer on it.  The other group, &lt;a href="http://www.zoegirlonline.com/"&gt;Zoe Girl&lt;/a&gt; is great.  My only "fear" is that soon I will wear out the tapes and then what will I do to keep motivated on the elliptical? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a humbling experience for me, as sometimes I let pride get in the way of things.  I went to the gym location downtown, with my cardkey to get in, all the treadmills were full, the bikes were mostly being used and my cardkey would not work.  So I had to go to the main facilities and face one of the managers (co-owner too I believe).  To see him after not having been to the gym was almost scary, here he is all buff and in shape and me.. ha!  And seeing him also reminded me of why I loved the gym (well one reason), is the encouragement he and the other staff give.  They care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like much to some, but for me, not having been to the gym, being out of shape, it's pretty good.   I logged 15 minutes on the elliptical both Tuesday and Wednesday and then 17 minutes on it for both Thursday and Friday.  Today, I'm going to shoot for 19 and perhaps some weight training.    So I gotta fly now and change and get myself there. &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/19347279-113907691848809415?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113907691848809415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113907691848809415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113907691848809415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113907691848809415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113876438321518399</id><published>2006-01-31T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:32:21.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is so hard to believe another month is over.  Today the last day of January in this new year.  How is it that time goes faster as we age?  I know time does not change in that manner, but it so appears to in the depths of experience. It seems like yesterday and an eternity that March 2, 2005 happened, and yet it is but a couple days shy of a year in real time.  Guess it's time to get going on the year, to savor each moment, to learn from all and to grow from each, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song recently that I really like and really fits... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Will Be Right Here Waiting For You&lt;br /&gt;sung by:  Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                  Oceans apart, day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice, on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;how can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all The times&lt;br /&gt;That I thought would last somehow&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see it baby,&lt;br /&gt;You've got me going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive, this romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you, I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you can't see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found the lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.lyrics007.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It fits because I am so missing a part of me and this is all I can do right now, wait. Wait until all the 'ducks are in a row' and then action, I pray will follow the words of the place that beats within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113876438321518399?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113876438321518399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113876438321518399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113876438321518399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113876438321518399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-is-so-hard-to-believe-another-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113807475462018366</id><published>2006-01-23T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:52:34.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wool...</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited.  I got my wool from the '&lt;a href="http://www.crochetville.org/forum/showthread.php?t=18926"&gt;winter wool swap&lt;/a&gt;' over at Crochetville.  My swap partner got me some very beautiful yarn from over at &lt;a href="http://www.knitpicks.com"&gt;knitpicks&lt;/a&gt;.  I got 12 skeins, 4 of each cherry blossom, blueberry and cranberry.  The color are so rich and absolutely gorgeous!!!  Now it's a what to do??????????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Juli!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113807475462018366?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113807475462018366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113807475462018366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113807475462018366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113807475462018366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-wool.html' title='Winter Wool...'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113755630211192690</id><published>2006-01-17T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:51:42.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Garry</title><content type='html'>A little bit earlier tonight I found out that my friend who was in the &lt;a href="http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-found-out-tonight-that-friend.html"&gt;accident&lt;/a&gt; last month, went home to the Lord last night.  Having a friend die is a mixture of joy and sorrow, especially Garry.  Garry is in the best place there ever could be, in God's presence.  Garry was such a Godly man.  He reflected God so very much.  What Garry has gained in going Home, we have lost here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garry always had a smile on his face, joy in his heart and a joke or several that easily rolled off his tongue.  Even while he when he endured twenty some years on dialysis waiting for a kidney and then even more joy and so much thanks when he received one on Christmas eve a few years back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Garry in the drama troupe at church.  I can just imagine Garry now, in the presence of God and he's probably got some joke or mime he's performing.  God blessed Garry with a lot of talent and a huge heart.  The drama troupe will not be the same without him, for he truly blessed me, he truly blessed us all.    And like the 'brother' in Christ that he was to me, he teased me so much...  I will miss that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will have to find a way to heal the hurt that is there from the loss, for no one could replace.  I wouldn't even want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay Garry, I'll see you in a 'little while' behave will ya!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113755630211192690?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113755630211192690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113755630211192690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113755630211192690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113755630211192690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-memory-of-garry.html' title='In memory of Garry'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113712517152204778</id><published>2006-01-12T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:32:13.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A project for myself</title><content type='html'>As any one who has ever done artwork or hand work of some kind knows, something for yourself is always last on the list of projects to do, let alone complete. This is a project I decided to do for me, take it 6 months or 6 years to complete (*gasp* I hope not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on it as a 'crochet-along' at Crochetville.org. The pattern is called "Scripture Afghan - 24 pattern stitches inspired by the Bible". I've only gotten about 9.5 squares done (of my 121 needed to fit my bed). Below is just a sampling of those squares (i.e. the ones I could get pics of so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/block1_honeycomb_thum.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/200/block1_honeycomb_thum.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Block 1 - Honeycomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healthy to the bones." Proverbs 16:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/block2_crosses_thum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/200/block2_crosses_thum2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Block 2 - Crosses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The God of our fathers raised up Jesus, whom you had put to death by hanging Him on a cross."  Acts 5:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/block15_flame_thum.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/200/block15_flame_thum.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Block 15 - Flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And after forty years had passed, an angel appeared to him in the wilderness of Mount Sinai, in the flame of a burning thorn bush." Acts 7:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/block22_angel_thum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/200/block22_angel_thum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Block 22 - Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For He will give His angels charge conserning you, to guard you in all your ways."  Psalm 91:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the blocks were a slight challenge, like #5, the star stitch. Having never done it, it got the best of me for a few half blocks and half block rip-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to get this afghan whipped by the end of 2006. It may seem a long time to get this done, but that's just to think as if this were all I do for my crochet/knitting/craft work. Let's not forget the 2 shawls, granny square a month (actually 2) and then any babies born, birthdays that need presents and holidays that will come up. Oh and then warm weather, which always makes me step aside the larger projects and any projects at times for the warmer weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113712517152204778?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113712517152204778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113712517152204778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113712517152204778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113712517152204778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/01/project-for-myself.html' title='A project for myself'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113685012289353527</id><published>2006-01-09T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T17:42:02.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/ernie_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/ernie_w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine walking into a home and seeing this guy.  He's just a snarling at you, as if at any moment he would chase you and have you for dinner.  However, Ernie is dead and has been mounted (psssst... those are false teeth). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it wouldn't be such a strange sight if I said it was also a taxidermist shop, now would it.  Ernie is a black bear that was shot and mounted by mom's boyfriend.  He has become a member of the family, he wears hats, santa hats and even once after a hawaiian themed wedding he wore a lei for a while.  Infact to take this picture, I had to remove a Christmas ornament that was dangling from his lower right tooth.  I just didn't think he would be taken seriously with a santa hanging there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no rhyme or reason as to why I am introducing Ernie here, other than I wanted to test my new digital camera and Ernie was a captive audience you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I have a digital camera, I suspect I will be posting more pictures....   especially to share some of my crafting, mostly crochet at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113685012289353527?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113685012289353527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113685012289353527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113685012289353527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113685012289353527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/01/imagine-walking-into-home-and-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113617886600003883</id><published>2006-01-01T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:14:26.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has come and gone.  2005 seems like it only started a couple of days ago.  I find that as I get older the time goes by so much more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, 2005 was quite the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are big memories and little memories and the normal drudges of life.  I'd have to say the best and the hardest are pretty intertwined.  The best of 2005 was in late February, when I took my first international flight and met face to face the man I love (you can see part of his handsome face next to me in the little pic to the right).  The trip was fast and wonderful.  The hardest part of 2005 has been the months following my trip to my love, being the thousands of miles apart in every way but in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for all things in 2005, the joys and the trials.  Both help to make life real and life worth so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to 2006.   My hearts prayer is to be united with my love.  My hope is that 2006 will be exactly as it should be and only God knows that.   For I know in my heart that joy or sorrow, sickness or health, pain or comfort, I am truly blessed.  I have love in my heart and that love, God's love, can see me through anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that 2006 treats all my family and my friends wonderfully, with more joy than sorrow, more love than hate and more health than sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113617886600003883?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113617886600003883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113617886600003883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113617886600003883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113617886600003883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006-another-year-has-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113557224916097959</id><published>2005-12-25T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T22:44:55.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Today is a day to celebrate God's love. A day of love, of hope, of peace, of joy and life. A day to give thanks for the greatest gift one could ever receive, Jesus. A day to be thankful for the blessings around us: mom's slow and steady healing from surgery; sissy's nuttiness, generosity and love; granny; Louie; my Emin; warm clothes to wear; a warm place to sleep; food to eat; health; and the ability to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I just can't get over love. It keeps coming up. Perhaps because God is trying to work more love into me, so I can show His love to others. It overwhelms me when I take a moment and think about God's love. The Love He sent this day, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who may happen across this place, may love fill you to over flowing...  and keep on growing in you and your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113557224916097959?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113557224916097959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113557224916097959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113557224916097959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113557224916097959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113531476939948883</id><published>2005-12-22T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:15:02.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/1600/the_kids%20%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2077/1913/320/the_kids%20%283%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got her pictures developed so now I have a picture of the kids. They are so sweet. Since these photos they have grown a lot. Little Greg is the brown, black and white (on the left) and little Louie is the black and white. They seem to be a bit camera shy, but they sure love the attention and affection, all they can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week or so ago, my friend helped me out with giving me a ride back from mom's after dropping her car back off to her. My friend got to meet these two characters, live and in person. They could just about win any one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, and come this spring it should be 'babyland' out at mom and Louie's place. Lots and lots of babies... if you try to find me and can't, come this spring, now you know where I'm at. Just loving on the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113531476939948883?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113531476939948883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113531476939948883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113531476939948883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113531476939948883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/12/kids.html' title='The kids..'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113470444441482218</id><published>2005-12-15T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:42:10.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out tonight that a friend of mine and a fellow drama troupe (our church's troupe) member was in an accident the other night. Snow, ice and nasty winter weather caused him to loose control and hit a semi-truck (18 wheeler) head on. He's hurt pretty bad and in intesive care. His daughter was just bumped and bruised and delivered a healthy baby last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda reminds me of the fraility of the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also reminds me of how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made the stars and the sand of the earth. He made every cell within the human body. He knows how many hairs are on our heads, no need to count, He knows. God knows our every action, our every thought and feeling.... and God knows what He has planned for this friend. With feverent prayer and all the love we can give, we are all believing and thanking God for his healing. A healing that has been paid for by precious blood. However, if God should see fit to take my friend home, then God knows why and I shall not question. It will be loss for those alive, but gain for Garry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113470444441482218?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113470444441482218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113470444441482218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113470444441482218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113470444441482218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-found-out-tonight-that-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113461779581666730</id><published>2005-12-14T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:41:17.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A tree with ornaments, a vision of love?</title><content type='html'>How could a tree, whether fake or real, be a vision of love?  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas tree, to me, is not just some tradition, some ritual nor is it detached from me, meant only for visual beauty and enjoyment. It is in the memories held there and the meaning put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tree is old, passed down from my sister, to mom, and then to me... it sits crooked and it's branches are bent all funny. The tree is not thick and full like the new trees, it has many holes and gaps. It even has some of the icicle tinsle on it, left from the years growing up where it was a 'must' and 'put on one at a time, don't clump it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funnest part about putting up my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas tree is reminiscing over what the tree represents to me, the many memories and the many ornaments. You could say, I almost 'collect' ornaments, some are as new as this year and some nearly as old as I am or perhaps even older, as they were collected by mom. Each year I like to look at the special ornaments; ornaments that friends and family have made and given; ornaments from my 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Erickson; a party hat from discipleship class; ornaments from Bluebirds or made at Grandma's house, ornaments meant to represent things, such as the year I played basketball or the teddy bear my sissy got for me when I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ornaments of all, are those made to point our way to the true Light of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;; a star which guided the wisemen to the Christ child... the nativity or perhaps the cross, no matter how ornate, to remind us of Jesus love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas tree is just a tree, with lights and pretty ornaments. It may be the center focus of a room, but it truly isn't the center of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas.   For me, it is a vision of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Happy 84th Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113461779581666730?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113461779581666730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113461779581666730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113461779581666730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113461779581666730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/12/tree-with-ornaments-vision-of-love.html' title='A tree with ornaments, a vision of love?'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113384383869362071</id><published>2005-12-05T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:39:25.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>babies.... kids...</title><content type='html'>Babies are wonderful, no matter if they are the human or the four legged kind. Baby goats, kids, are sweet. Call me crazy if you must, but hold a baby goat in your arms, look into their sweet face and I'm sure you'll love them too. Unless of course you're not an animal person. I really don't consider myself too much of an animal person, but the first baby goat, the first kid, in my arms and I was just "in love". To watch them hop and play is just so much fun. We have two new "babies" in the family, little Louie and little Greg. Their personality so closely matches their namesake's. In just the two days I got to pet and play and feed them, they've changed, grown and gotten more fun... and they have the sweetest faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113384383869362071?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113384383869362071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113384383869362071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113384383869362071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113384383869362071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/12/babies-kids.html' title='babies.... kids...'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113371277376426168</id><published>2005-12-04T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:19:35.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, snow and more snow...</title><content type='html'>..but today there is sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally it would appear the snow plows are out and about making the roads a tad bit easier to get around on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so beautiful, the fresh snow covering the ground, before it gets muddied and mucked up. The last couple of snows we have had, have been shimmery and light weight. The hard to make a snowball kind of snow, but fun to play in kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now if only my someone could more easily share the snow with me. Perfect weather to play in the snow, come in and drink hot chocolate sitting by the fire... oh, wait I don't have a fireplace... sitting by the incense stick... doesn't sound as good that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guess it's about time to shovel that massive snow-plowed drift from the end of the drive way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113371277376426168?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113371277376426168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113371277376426168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113371277376426168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113371277376426168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow, snow and more snow...'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113349707811625555</id><published>2005-12-01T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:21:16.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; endures long and is patient and kind; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; never is envious nor boils over with jealousy, is not boastful or vainglorious, does not display itself haughtly. It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride); it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; (God's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not self-seeking; it is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes not account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong]. It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening]. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; never fails [never faids out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end].  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;And so faith, hope, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; abide [faith - conviction and believe respecting man's relation to God and devine things; hope - joyful and confident expectation of eternal salvation; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; - true affection for God and man, growing out of God's love for and in us], these three; but the greatest of these is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;- 1 Corinthians 13:1-8 and 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how little I seem to love, the kind of love described above, when I read these words. I fall short of this kind of love more days than I ever could match it. I can only pray and seek God to show me how to love as He made love to be. I can only praise God for His imense love and extraordinary grace. I am thankful that He has shown me love, shown me how to love, graced me with amazing family and friends to love and even for the opportunities He allows to strengthen and grow my love for all mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113349707811625555?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113349707811625555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113349707811625555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113349707811625555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113349707811625555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/12/love.html' title='love...'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113339819020614930</id><published>2005-11-30T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:55:32.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so many, so little and not enough</title><content type='html'>Christmas is fast approaching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to get caught up in Christmas as most people see it... Christmas trees, presents, food, family, parties... too much of them all! Each year it seems harder and harder to keep the right focus, Christ is the reason for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas. God's love for all mankind. There are those who don't believe that December 25th is the actual birth date of Jesus. To me it matters not all that much, it has become the traditional date for the celebration.  That's the point, that's what matters, the celebration of the best gift that could have ever been given.... Jesus into this world. Happy Birthday Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself getting caught up in the making of my presents. I love to make my gifts and each year most of my family get something hand made. It always seems that there are so many projects, so little time and not enough hands to get them done, but some how I manage to get them all done... even if it means wrapping an empty box and finishing up the project in front of the recipent. :) That's so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year as I shopped the "traditional" first big shopping day of the season. I was looking for wrapping paper. I always try to find something with a bit of a Christian focus, such as the nativity. The two stores I looked in, neither one had any, not one roll that wasn't santa or snowmen or some cutsie holiday (note, not Christmas) theme, not even the one store that was founded on Christian principles, my favorite hobby and craft store. I was disappointed, but I will not give up, it is early yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my deepest hope that this year, although fingers and hands may be flying to comnplete all the crochting, knitting and stitching, I hope that I remember the right focus of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113339819020614930?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113339819020614930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113339819020614930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113339819020614930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113339819020614930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-many-so-little-and-not-enough.html' title='so many, so little and not enough'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113331851603158946</id><published>2005-11-29T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:45:40.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>winter wonderland?</title><content type='html'>What a way to start the day, beautiful snow every where... not much, just enough to make all things white. The not so pretty part of starting morning, all dressed ready for work and just need to start and warm up the car... ahhhh... but alas the car doors will not unlock and neither will they open, once I finally managed to get them unlocked. Frozen shut. Have you ever done a side body slam to a car before? Believe me, the car wins. Have you ever used a hammer on a car before? Well, a hammer blunted with a towel to use as what would be a "rubber mallot". 40 minutes later and I finally was able to get one door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love winter. :oP Wait, technically winter's not starting for 22 more days. I like the white stuff more than I dislike it, I just am not fond of moments like this a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;On another note, I got a letter back today, returned to me and I'm not sure why. Address is right to my knowledge, postage, more than enough... so why return a month later to me. Seems like postal systems all over the world are the same: they don't make much sense. Perhaps one day in my dreams I'll figure this out.... or else it'll just get chalked up to one the great unsolved mysteries of the universe. &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/19347279-113331851603158946?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113331851603158946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113331851603158946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113331851603158946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113331851603158946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/11/winter-wonderland.html' title='winter wonderland?'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113323220075324663</id><published>2005-11-28T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:53:22.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like writing, although I am not sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a "typical" day at work: phones ringing like crazy, people missing due to post-holiday vacation days, and work above the eyebrows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that words can do so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can hurt, they can frustrate, they can bring joy and sorrow. Words can make you smile or bring tears to your eyes. They can become a pressure valve that allows steam to blow. Words can express love, desire and passion. Words can express hate, anger, fear, sadness. And for all that words can do and express, the lack of words can do even more so. Silence can be deafening, whether in lack of written or lack of spoken. Words can mean things unintended by the writer, for each person brings to the reading a reflection of them. The reader's emotions, knowledge and personal experiences can color their meaning. Words are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The distance too far and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the words too few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113323220075324663?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113323220075324663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113323220075324663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113323220075324663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113323220075324663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-like-writing-although-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113311562081350119</id><published>2005-11-27T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:20:20.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God-moments</title><content type='html'>It amazes me how a little stop at the healthmart section of the local grocery store can turn into one of those moments that you know was set up by God.  Her name is Artha, "like Martha, without the M" she told me.  I bet we stood in the heathmart section for half an hour just talking, talking about what we are learning of organic and health food, of what we still need to learn and of what God has done.  A kindred spirit in God.   Ms. Artha touched my heart and blessed me and I thank God for His hand in the middle of it all.  It was hard to part ways.  We said if do not meet again now, we will again... "when we've been there 10,000 years..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A most perfect way to start this Advent season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candle of hope was light today.  A reminder of God's hope for the world: Jesus.  A reminder to hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113311562081350119?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113311562081350119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113311562081350119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113311562081350119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113311562081350119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/11/god-moments.html' title='God-moments'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19347279.post-113306875280823733</id><published>2005-11-26T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:22:59.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A weak moment</title><content type='html'>I'm having a weak moment and so I thought I'd create a blog. Now why one adds up to the other is beyond me, my mind is weird that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19347279-113306875280823733?l=hischildsindi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/feeds/113306875280823733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19347279&amp;postID=113306875280823733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113306875280823733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19347279/posts/default/113306875280823733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hischildsindi.blogspot.com/2005/11/weak-moment.html' title='A weak moment'/><author><name>Cindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10734391237050600570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KbgAy6sNeo/TV22kYmvXHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/L3qcjf0gOAQ/s220/100_1209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
