<?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-7466253836766820171</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:44:37.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmas Post</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-7182024365526646221</id><published>2010-09-08T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:46:13.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isiah 43:2</title><content type='html'>Just what I needed for today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-7182024365526646221?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/7182024365526646221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=7182024365526646221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/7182024365526646221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/7182024365526646221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/09/isiah-432.html' title='Isiah 43:2'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-7248156759277821185</id><published>2010-09-08T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:43:35.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I find myself asking</title><content type='html'>Today I was wondering as I often do , what am I suppose to do with what is left of my life.&amp;nbsp; Well lately it seems we have some adopted kids here that really do demand a lot of time and energy.&amp;nbsp; Not our grand kids but neighborhood&amp;nbsp; kids.&amp;nbsp; I often ask&amp;nbsp; Where are the parents of these kids that want to hang out at my house?&amp;nbsp; I know they smell supper cooking, I know they know when I have baked cookies, they know when CW is home and they always have problems with their bikes, etc.&amp;nbsp; So here we are and I was asking, then I picked up my book&amp;nbsp; Chicken Soup for the Country Soul............Randy Travis had written this and placed in this book:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a Verb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving love is doing&lt;br /&gt;and there's always more to do&lt;br /&gt;Share with those in need,&lt;br /&gt;and it will all come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;For when life on earth is over&lt;br /&gt;and your time to go has come,&lt;br /&gt;You wont be judged by what you&amp;nbsp; have&lt;br /&gt;but by good deeds you've done&lt;br /&gt;So greet with open arms&lt;br /&gt;every soul you run into&lt;br /&gt;'cause giving love is doing&lt;br /&gt;and there's always more to do.&lt;br /&gt;Randy Travis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-7248156759277821185?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/7248156759277821185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=7248156759277821185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/7248156759277821185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/7248156759277821185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-find-myself-asking.html' title='I find myself asking'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-9122364790617448122</id><published>2010-09-03T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:27:57.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TIF14pwupJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EKwMDdCQUuw/s1600/100_6266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TIF14pwupJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EKwMDdCQUuw/s320/100_6266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my new quilt top.&amp;nbsp; I am still not very good at this but I love to do it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never does turn out right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; always uneven and all that but I know that if I get it together someone will cover with it.&amp;nbsp; I just wish I could learn how to send little lap quilts to the kids at St. Judes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-9122364790617448122?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/9122364790617448122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=9122364790617448122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/9122364790617448122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/9122364790617448122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-my-new-quilt-top.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TIF14pwupJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EKwMDdCQUuw/s72-c/100_6266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-8036163370268530869</id><published>2010-08-11T04:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T04:18:41.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust Off The Bible ~ Wanda's Country Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wandascountryhome.com/dust/index.html"&gt;Dust Off The Bible ~ Wanda's Country Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-8036163370268530869?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wandascountryhome.com/dust/index.html' title='Dust Off The Bible ~ Wanda&apos;s Country Home'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/8036163370268530869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=8036163370268530869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/8036163370268530869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/8036163370268530869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/08/dust-off-bible-wandas-country-home.html' title='Dust Off The Bible ~ Wanda&apos;s Country Home'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-3108485828129640023</id><published>2010-08-01T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:12:13.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFYMm8uGuUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6eOdjgVFG1s/s1600/100_6246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFYMm8uGuUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6eOdjgVFG1s/s320/100_6246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am the most unphotogenic person in the world but my sweet grandaughter put make up on me today and i thought you know that looks pretty good.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Caitlin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-3108485828129640023?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/3108485828129640023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=3108485828129640023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/3108485828129640023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/3108485828129640023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-most-unphotogenic-person-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFYMm8uGuUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6eOdjgVFG1s/s72-c/100_6246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-8938913328408304400</id><published>2010-08-01T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:00:15.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Famiily is Blessed</title><content type='html'>Just like to tell you all what we are doing while the kids are here.&lt;br /&gt;Number one priority is that for one meal a day we sit together with the tv, playstation and computer off, and we just talk, about the day about school starting and the experiences the kids have had.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think too many times we forget to gather.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we are doing is at those meals we make a point to pray and thank God for this time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although as Charles David had a&amp;nbsp; motorcycle accident, he was thankful not to have gotten hurt.&amp;nbsp; Things can be replaced.&amp;nbsp; You know, our lives are full of trials and I dont know why, but I dont know what God is shielding us from.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I feel him with me sometimes then at times I wonder where he is that I am going through this trial.&amp;nbsp; There was a woman in the bible , and i dont want to misquote this , but she had a&amp;nbsp;major trial in her life, &amp;nbsp;then she lost her son, and she said , God you brought me through that only to go through this. Some days you just dont know what he has shielded you from.&amp;nbsp; So I am a person that has to look and look for a blessing and when i do it may be small but I can find&amp;nbsp; one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell Sue all the time.............when I feel tht God may not answer my prayers..........remind me of this day and what he did for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue you have no idea what you&amp;nbsp; mean to me.&amp;nbsp; Please stay well and I promise I will stop leaning on you someday.&amp;nbsp; So please stay well.&amp;nbsp; I sure do need you and I sure am glad we have each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-8938913328408304400?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/8938913328408304400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=8938913328408304400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/8938913328408304400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/8938913328408304400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-famiily-is-blessed.html' title='Our Famiily is Blessed'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-5942894120849455750</id><published>2010-07-30T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:07:31.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is that cute little girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFL4iBxSgMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cZ5eMbI7I3M/s1600/100_6198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFL4iBxSgMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cZ5eMbI7I3M/s320/100_6198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new addition to the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; A brand new baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-5942894120849455750?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/5942894120849455750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=5942894120849455750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/5942894120849455750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/5942894120849455750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-is-that-cute-little-girl.html' title='Here is that cute little girl.'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFL4iBxSgMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cZ5eMbI7I3M/s72-c/100_6198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-2069039701217623216</id><published>2010-07-30T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:57:29.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFL1YDNzkEI/AAAAAAAAANs/qwN875Vw9go/s1600/100_6224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFL1YDNzkEI/AAAAAAAAANs/qwN875Vw9go/s320/100_6224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lady next door, Lucille Royse use to quilt a lot and she called me the other day and asked me not to buy any more material to quilt with that she had mountains of it and would give it to me.&amp;nbsp; She brought me a box full of beautiful material and some quilting books.&amp;nbsp; I am blessd.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was blessed twice in one day yesterday, Louellen and Coy were going to the dr. in Little Rock and I happened to call her and she went by Sams and picked up some things for me that I desperately needed.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed to have a sister that would do that for me and just let me payher for those things she gets for me.&amp;nbsp; Louellen is truly a blessing to me.&amp;nbsp; And not forgetting the sister that just had to go and start selling Avon ......&amp;nbsp; I just cant stay off that website.&amp;nbsp; Ha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-2069039701217623216?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/2069039701217623216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=2069039701217623216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/2069039701217623216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/2069039701217623216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TFL1YDNzkEI/AAAAAAAAANs/qwN875Vw9go/s72-c/100_6224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-7260657132152787496</id><published>2010-07-24T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T10:39:59.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TEsI-knDFdI/AAAAAAAAANc/2gq90Qn98ZU/s1600/Caitlin+ad+Bubba+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TEsI-knDFdI/AAAAAAAAANc/2gq90Qn98ZU/s320/Caitlin+ad+Bubba+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so blessed that Nicole has grown up and can do this.&amp;nbsp; She made this delicious cake for us.&amp;nbsp; And as you can see ...in the back ground my state of the art coffee grinder and I am thankful for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-7260657132152787496?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/7260657132152787496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=7260657132152787496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/7260657132152787496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/7260657132152787496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-so-blessed-that-nicole-has-grown.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TEsI-knDFdI/AAAAAAAAANc/2gq90Qn98ZU/s72-c/Caitlin+ad+Bubba+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-3299620165810858761</id><published>2010-07-23T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:20:59.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just want to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TEnAskkDzxI/AAAAAAAAANU/boNbn8WQ8J8/s1600/Caitlin+ad+Bubba+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TEnAskkDzxI/AAAAAAAAANU/boNbn8WQ8J8/s320/Caitlin+ad+Bubba+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my grand girls&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Arent they special?&amp;nbsp; We are just about to enjoy this cake that Nicole baked for us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had chinese take out that night.&amp;nbsp; No cooking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just enjoying this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-3299620165810858761?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/3299620165810858761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=3299620165810858761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/3299620165810858761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/3299620165810858761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-want-to-share.html' title='Just want to share'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TEnAskkDzxI/AAAAAAAAANU/boNbn8WQ8J8/s72-c/Caitlin+ad+Bubba+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-2778494087091450197</id><published>2010-07-07T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:04:03.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brents Visit with mom and dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TDTPOJ8gDFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSABL8MzCVE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TDTPOJ8gDFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSABL8MzCVE/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think he is going back with more than he came with.&amp;nbsp; Today Brent leaves for Kentucky.&amp;nbsp; We have enjoyed having him to come here for a little time with us.&amp;nbsp; I know he misses the kids though and I encourage him to go and make a life close to them.&amp;nbsp; They need him and their mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-2778494087091450197?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/2778494087091450197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=2778494087091450197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/2778494087091450197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/2778494087091450197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/07/brents-visit-with-mom-and-dad.html' title='Brents Visit with mom and dad'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TDTPOJ8gDFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TSABL8MzCVE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-6112218045475414712</id><published>2010-07-06T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:06:34.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brent Home for a Week</title><content type='html'>Brent came home for a visit this past week.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed having him here although I was sick most of that time and I just moaned and groaned.&amp;nbsp; Didnt mean to but guess I am getting old.&amp;nbsp; You guys need to know that I really guess to be the youngest, I am the oldest cause I complain more than you all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So embarrassed that Brent found out how I really live.&amp;nbsp; I truly dont go shopping and I dont even get to jump in the car and run to the grocery store any more.&amp;nbsp; But boy can I spend money.&amp;nbsp; I can sit right here in the living room and spend every dime we make and could bring in in a year ..............all in one day.&amp;nbsp; Before I could get to the bank with our state tax , a friend wanted to get us to pay for their camping spot in Redfield as they didnt have the money until................tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; oh well she did pay me back........most dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the person that goes to Tyson for me and picks up the chicken I fry.&amp;nbsp; I really like that causes she gets boneless skinless chicken breast at a very reasonable price.&amp;nbsp; Love to buy cases of that so I dont have to worry whether we are having, chicken, or chicken or chicken for supper.&amp;nbsp; I never have to concern my self with that..............dont even have to thaw it out.&amp;nbsp; Just cook.&amp;nbsp; If it calls for uncooked chicken then we are up a creek cause I havent done that in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-6112218045475414712?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/6112218045475414712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=6112218045475414712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/6112218045475414712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/6112218045475414712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/07/brent-home-for-week.html' title='Brent Home for a Week'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-5424524752650074350</id><published>2010-07-06T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:55:18.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookout for Neighborhood Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We promised the kids in the neighborhood that if we were home we would have a cookout just for them for the fourth of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, we were and we did.&amp;nbsp; Brent was home from Kentucky at that time and we thought he would be here to help....but he skipped out on us.&amp;nbsp; No problem we wanted to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So interesting what you hear the little ones talk about while standing in the kitchen watching the cookies bake while everyone has their burgers.&amp;nbsp; I really like that part.&amp;nbsp; Seth is the child in the blue shirt, Lucas is in the black shirt and Hosea is in the grey, then Allie is the sweetie with the long red hair.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TDNq_SfmReI/AAAAAAAAAMs/m7qgKPoX0EI/s1600/100_6178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TDNq_SfmReI/AAAAAAAAAMs/m7qgKPoX0EI/s200/100_6178.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TDNq4z0cykI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ja4THi87Rw8/s1600/100_6168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TDNq4z0cykI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ja4THi87Rw8/s320/100_6168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-5424524752650074350?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/5424524752650074350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=5424524752650074350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/5424524752650074350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/5424524752650074350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/07/cookout-for-neighborhood-kids.html' title='Cookout for Neighborhood Kids'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TDNq_SfmReI/AAAAAAAAAMs/m7qgKPoX0EI/s72-c/100_6178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-8101109003665667316</id><published>2010-06-26T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:53:04.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Me Off of This AVON Website</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no need to keep shopping on this AVON website but I had no idea they had such neat things to buy.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I have been shopping and never left the computer.&amp;nbsp; Hey this is great for someone that never goes out.&amp;nbsp; Now I can look beautiful for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings back some memories.&amp;nbsp; He use to tell me dthat his favorite thing for me to wear was my tee shirt and cut off jeans.&amp;nbsp; He also told me he knew I would have been cleaning house that day.&amp;nbsp; Oh the days that I would take my house apart and the kids would just pilfer all day in the old stuff that had been in the closets for ages............they felt they had brand new toys...........they had a good time and I felt so peaceful that night when all things were put back in their places and all things were clean.&amp;nbsp; I miss those days.&amp;nbsp; I want my house cleaned but my husband does all that and he really does a better job at cleaning the carpets than I did.&amp;nbsp; He really dont have that much time to do all that but you know he does a good job at what he does.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful he helps me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrible at sitting here looking at all the stuff I feel needs to be done like raking the dust bunnies off the fan blades. and cleaning the base boards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent is coming home for a few days this weekend and I remember so well when Sue and David and Louellen and Coy would come home from California..........Momma wanted everything just perfect and we worked and worked at cleaning..........but momma kept a clean house.........she just wnated all the beds changed out and out and the curtains washed and floors mopped and space made for suitcases , etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so they would be able to relax and enjoy their time at home....I understood then and I miss that now........cause I want to do the same things.................Cannot but Brents bed is Seans bed and his is always clean with fresh linens cause he sleeps with grandma and grandpa..........and his room has to be cleaned often any way cause he has allergies and i try to keep it dust free as best i can.&amp;nbsp; He is a really special little man and so funny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my blog today...........I am just jumping around so I am going to go do something else.................Not shop AVON......want too much of that stuff.&amp;nbsp; I'll have it so caked on it wont be funny...............this person that wishes someone would come to my house to cut my hair...........so afraid of getting short of breath in the salon.&amp;nbsp; so embarrassing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-8101109003665667316?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/8101109003665667316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=8101109003665667316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/8101109003665667316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/8101109003665667316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-me-off-of-this-avon-website.html' title='Get Me Off of This AVON Website'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-1668192509128241355</id><published>2010-06-05T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:16:25.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sisters say I should post more on my blog but I am not very eloquent in writing or talking.&amp;nbsp; I want to say some things though and I am having a really hard time talking.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful I have sisters that will&amp;nbsp; pray for me and are there for me when I am so frightened.&amp;nbsp; Sometime I fail to let them know how much they mean to me&amp;nbsp; and just saying thanks is not enough.&amp;nbsp; I love my sisters and I always have but I guess I failed many years to let them know that.&amp;nbsp; Seemed to have time only for a job, a family, and housework galore.&amp;nbsp; But I always loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for helping me with my fears, someone I know has touched heaven for me because I feel a little better today.&amp;nbsp; I am just not talking much.&amp;nbsp; My head hurts and it is unlike any head ache I have ever had.&amp;nbsp; Please pray that God will help to relieve the rest of my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TAr2qWevD6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y0wyfNrMxhM/s1600/blog+pictures+for+me+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TAr2qWevD6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y0wyfNrMxhM/s320/blog+pictures+for+me+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to Thank Him for something though, something happened the other night that I dont understand.&amp;nbsp; Sean said the air conditioning was making him&amp;nbsp; cold, and he said that several times that afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Well when we went back to the bedroom to read and just have a little time together.........he felt really hot.&amp;nbsp; I took his temp and it was 102.&amp;nbsp; That really concerned me and I gave him some Tylenol (not the recalled stuff) and I began to pray.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tucked him into bed and watched him sleep for a while and prayed again.&amp;nbsp; A bout two in the morning he began to sweat and I knew the fever had broke.&amp;nbsp; Did not seem to have any symptoms of any kind of sickness other than the fever but I know that Jesus broke that temp.&amp;nbsp; I told him the next morning&amp;nbsp; that Grandma didnt just give him tylenol.........i prayed for him too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue I wanted you to see the beautiful roses that CW has in a rose garden.&amp;nbsp; He does this for me and the kids pick them for the table.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-1668192509128241355?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/1668192509128241355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=1668192509128241355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/1668192509128241355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/1668192509128241355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-sisters-say-i-should-post-more-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/TAr2qWevD6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y0wyfNrMxhM/s72-c/blog+pictures+for+me+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-2403051247433824449</id><published>2010-05-14T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:53:44.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Out</title><content type='html'>Not too often we are invited out to dinner.&amp;nbsp; But the one I had last night was delicious.&amp;nbsp; The food was a mixture of "When we were home" like Cornbread and Turnip Greens............then we had what I would call Chicken Catchatorie (fancy for chicken) with cheese and onion bits and it was great........and garlic potatoes.&amp;nbsp; We had choices of desserts...............Louellen always has some good&amp;nbsp; homemade desert dishes.&amp;nbsp; This time Apricot turnovers.&amp;nbsp; Those were good too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Any way the food was great, but we had so much fun after we ate.....we played dominoes......but couldnt keep up with whose turn it was cause we got to talking about dating.............our dating days.&amp;nbsp; Louellen said she missed out on our dating years cause she was in California.&amp;nbsp; I said&amp;nbsp;, Well rest assured that moma followed us to church and followed us back home...since we only had to walk&amp;nbsp;a few steps to the church we went to.&amp;nbsp; It was either Grandma or moma walking with us, but CW use to tease me that Grandma was his girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; She just smiled and that was&amp;nbsp;fun.&amp;nbsp; We did our dating on the front porch cause my mom was just sure she may have grandchildren by us sooner than she wanted.............and you know looking back she was probably right.&amp;nbsp; Cause I really loved that guy I was sitting so close to on the porch.&amp;nbsp; Any way we told old stories about momas choice names for my husband, boyfriend then.&amp;nbsp; He said that he came one Sunday morning when moma was fussing about him and he heard part of what was being said and decided to turn around and get off the porch and try that again&amp;nbsp;making enough noise that she would hear him coming up on the porch.&amp;nbsp; Smart move!!&lt;br /&gt;I told Louellen one of the names moma had for cw and she said&amp;nbsp;See thats what you should&amp;nbsp;write on the blog!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No No No&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just worried about what people would&amp;nbsp;say about us and she wanted everything to be just right.&amp;nbsp; And it really was.&amp;nbsp; She was fair and you know she did know some stuff although I thought she didnt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louellen and Coy, Thanks for the dinner and the fun.&amp;nbsp; We need more of that.&amp;nbsp; Lots more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-2403051247433824449?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/2403051247433824449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=2403051247433824449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/2403051247433824449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/2403051247433824449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinner-out.html' title='Dinner Out'/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-6144220082639263987</id><published>2010-05-06T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:25:07.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/S-LCQPN3AII/AAAAAAAAAMM/QBxDb9AL8zg/s200/100_6161.JPG" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; She had forgotten that she had this project to do and as usual I was checking out what she was studying for the week and going through her returned papers when I came upon this required assignment.&amp;nbsp; She told me she forgot that she had that to do and would we help her.&amp;nbsp; I immediately remember that Sue made a volcano when she was in school and I called her.&amp;nbsp; She had forgotten all about that but I could still see that volcano in my mind.&amp;nbsp; So here it is.&amp;nbsp; and it really erupts.&amp;nbsp; Given a little baking soda and vinegar.&lt;/div&gt;Volcano project.&amp;nbsp; Love it when the kids have special projects to do.&amp;nbsp; Grandpa and I helped to do this with Nicole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-6144220082639263987?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/6144220082639263987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=6144220082639263987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/6144220082639263987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/6144220082639263987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-had-forgotten-that-she-had-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/S-LCQPN3AII/AAAAAAAAAMM/QBxDb9AL8zg/s72-c/100_6161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466253836766820171.post-7649658688043618113</id><published>2010-04-30T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:51:20.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/S9rtw1EgtVI/AAAAAAAAAME/WyFjfxs33XY/s1600/blog+pictures+for+me+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/S9rtw1EgtVI/AAAAAAAAAME/WyFjfxs33XY/s200/blog+pictures+for+me+031.JPG" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tlhis bouquet was given to me by Sean.&amp;nbsp; These flowers were in the rose garden out back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that nothing is good in a day but when my grandchildren come and they do something like this I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that someone loves me and everything is not bad.&amp;nbsp; Sean is a very sweet and sensitive little man and I love him so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466253836766820171-7649658688043618113?l=grandmaspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/feeds/7649658688043618113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7466253836766820171&amp;postID=7649658688043618113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/7649658688043618113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466253836766820171/posts/default/7649658688043618113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmaspost.blogspot.com/2010/04/tlhis-bouquet-was-given-to-me-by-sean.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandmas Post</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429734613345035615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4vENGtbaBk/S9rtw1EgtVI/AAAAAAAAAME/WyFjfxs33XY/s72-c/blog+pictures+for+me+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
