<?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-868843518304153762</id><updated>2011-09-30T15:44:05.052-04:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='children'/><category term='treasure hunting'/><category term='stress'/><category term='home decor'/><category term='family'/><category term='chores'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='garden'/><category term='homesteading'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='my hopes and dreams'/><category term='roses'/><title type='text'>Melissa's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-7784303758102859368</id><published>2011-01-20T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:45:29.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one month behind</title><content type='html'>Well, I was supposed to start eating right after the holidays. But I'm starting now. I'm a month behind schedule but it's better late than never. I have a calorie counter on my homepage so there is no avoiding the calories that I'm taking in. I'm drinking more water and exercising daily. I want the quick fix but I'm going to concentrate on slow and steady and just being healthy. I joined the YMCA months ago and have yet committed to a regular routine. At least DS is playing basketball there so the monthly dues aren't totally a waste. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't like to cook in the past but I'm actually enjoying looking online for new recipes to try on the family. I love when they enjoy dinner :) I feel proud that I'm not just serving hot dogs and fries, burgers and fries, pizza and spaghetti. Even though that sounds pretty good right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-7784303758102859368?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7784303758102859368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=7784303758102859368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/7784303758102859368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/7784303758102859368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-month-behind.html' title='one month behind'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-1954667007113930035</id><published>2011-01-19T05:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T05:29:12.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still sleepy</title><content type='html'>It's a little after 5am. I've been up since 4am. I can't sleep. Again. It seems like insomnia has taken up residence in my body and doesn't want to leave. My mind is racing over thoughts that shouldn't even matter this time of day. So, I'm up watching The Doctors. I want to watch the news but my brain isn't ready to process that information yet. I have my book and my knitting bag near but if I do any of those things then I will fall asleep and I have to be up at 6 am to get the little one ready for school and make breakfast for my 15 year old. My eyes are red so I used some Visine. Joyce Meyers will be on at 6am and I guess I'll try to gather up enough energy to walk on the treadmill while I listen to her message. I have one job to do at Office Max so I plan to get that done as soon as DD gets on the bus. Nothing else exciting planned for today. Maybe I'll visit the Goodwill and see what deals I can find...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-1954667007113930035?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1954667007113930035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=1954667007113930035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/1954667007113930035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/1954667007113930035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-still-sleepy.html' title='I&apos;m still sleepy'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-6369834834696496047</id><published>2011-01-18T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T06:58:16.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez!</title><content type='html'>Will she ever just sleep in? It's still dark outside and she's already up and about! Usually snow days and 2-hour delays are a child's dream. Yay! I get to sleep in should be the response. But nooo! She's already up and about, getting her questions loaded and requests lined up. I haven't even had my coffee yet. Jeez....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-6369834834696496047?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6369834834696496047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=6369834834696496047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/6369834834696496047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/6369834834696496047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2011/01/jeez.html' title='Jeez!'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-1877083359596449015</id><published>2011-01-17T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:06:18.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm extremely bored at this moment. I should be cooking dinner and I will as soon as a get up the energy. The little one is in her room but she can't seem to entertain herself today. She keeps coming out and asking me questions that I really don't want to answer. DH is at work. I turned off the television because nothing is on that interests me. I should go to the YMCA and walk around the track. Maybe I will. I could finish my book or I could work on the shawl that I'm knitting for myself. But what I really want is a nice glass of wine and a long, hot soak in the tub. Well, I better find something to do. I have four hours to burn before I can turn in for the night. This should be fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-1877083359596449015?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1877083359596449015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=1877083359596449015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/1877083359596449015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/1877083359596449015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2011/01/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-3394132822281868499</id><published>2011-01-02T07:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:10:18.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TSB31QqGcXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gVEC2g6Cpr8/s1600/images%255B8%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TSB31QqGcXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gVEC2g6Cpr8/s320/images%255B8%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557573697063514482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't think I would make resolutions this year, but what the heck. Why not keep the tradition going. I think I'll try to make the family more nutritious meals. I'll try to exercise at least 30 minutes each day.  I'll try to get back into my creative zone and craft more.  I'll try to redecorate the house... again. I can't think of anything else that I'm willing to commit to trying at this time. Maybe I'll add more during the year. Oh yeah, I want to learn how to swim. I'll come back to this post this time next year and see where I'm at...&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/868843518304153762-3394132822281868499?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/3394132822281868499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=3394132822281868499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/3394132822281868499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/3394132822281868499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TSB31QqGcXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gVEC2g6Cpr8/s72-c/images%255B8%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-4118746178713721390</id><published>2011-01-01T10:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:57:20.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone on New Year's</title><content type='html'>I thought Christmas was bad. Well New Year's took the cake. My DH decided to go into work to cover someone's shift instead of ringing in the New Year with me.  He leaves for work at 11:30 pm and when he gets to work he doesn't even call me at midnight. He calls me at 12:03am and says "Happy New Year. I'll call you back when I'm done talking to ________." Wow, talk about a kick in the teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-4118746178713721390?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4118746178713721390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=4118746178713721390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/4118746178713721390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/4118746178713721390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-alone-on-new-years.html' title='All Alone on New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-5363158001611520337</id><published>2010-12-09T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:00:30.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balsam Fir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TQFfhk8OEVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NQ0ULYeoJWU/s1600/xmastree2010%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TQFfhk8OEVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NQ0ULYeoJWU/s320/xmastree2010%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548821246353740114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We picked out our tree last week and I just found the time to decorate it.  I strung the lights and my 8 year old hung the bulbs. I'm sure you could have guessed that since they are all hung in one spot!&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/868843518304153762-5363158001611520337?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5363158001611520337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=5363158001611520337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/5363158001611520337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/5363158001611520337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2010/12/balsam-fir.html' title='Balsam Fir'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TQFfhk8OEVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NQ0ULYeoJWU/s72-c/xmastree2010%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-4161856023114782364</id><published>2010-11-30T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:07:15.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decor'/><title type='text'>flea market find</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPVnb2TSGmI/AAAAAAAAACc/N4rwQ51MfZI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545452244307155554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPVnb2TSGmI/AAAAAAAAACc/N4rwQ51MfZI/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;I found this wonderful picture at the Columbus Flea Market for only $2.00!  It's a nice size, too. It's about 2-1/2 feet long by 2-1/2 feet wide. The colors are a perfect accent to my blue/brown holiday theme.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/868843518304153762-4161856023114782364?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4161856023114782364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=4161856023114782364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/4161856023114782364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/4161856023114782364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2010/11/flea-market-find.html' title='flea market find'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPVnb2TSGmI/AAAAAAAAACc/N4rwQ51MfZI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-62169043459090655</id><published>2010-11-29T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:47:15.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello sunshine....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPOgwK9r5iI/AAAAAAAAACU/aaRG-aJA4ag/s1600/goodmorning%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544952315660461602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPOgwK9r5iI/AAAAAAAAACU/aaRG-aJA4ag/s320/goodmorning%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Good Morning from Mount Holly, New Jersey :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/868843518304153762-62169043459090655?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/62169043459090655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=62169043459090655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/62169043459090655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/62169043459090655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-sunshine_29.html' title='hello sunshine....'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPOgwK9r5iI/AAAAAAAAACU/aaRG-aJA4ag/s72-c/goodmorning%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-2564288715494582507</id><published>2010-11-28T18:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:28:21.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas color theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPLleK3TxKI/AAAAAAAAACE/UJiIfoASyZg/s1600/xmasdecor2010%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544746397721674914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPLleK3TxKI/AAAAAAAAACE/UJiIfoASyZg/s320/xmasdecor2010%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;Well, I've finally decided on this year's color theme for my Christmas home decor. I looked for months trying to find inspiration and I stumbled upon it when I was looking for new pots and pans. I just love Paula Deens signature cookware in Robin's Egg Blue.  My first choice was the orange because it really pops and I prefer warm colors. But since I just painted all of my cabinets black, that would look too "halloween-ish."  So blue it is and I'm going to warm it with brown. I found some great fabric at Jo-Ann's at 50% off over the weekend.  I also found some beautiful blue lagoon dishes with brown trim at Walmart.  And teal ornaments will bring it all together. I can't wait to decorate this week :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&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/868843518304153762-2564288715494582507?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2564288715494582507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=2564288715494582507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/2564288715494582507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/2564288715494582507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-color-theme.html' title='Christmas color theme'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPLleK3TxKI/AAAAAAAAACE/UJiIfoASyZg/s72-c/xmasdecor2010%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-5211397831851115150</id><published>2010-11-27T07:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T08:12:57.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving times two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPEDc-gDyTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aIUprFY3g5M/s1600/thanksgiving2010%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544216412618475826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPEDc-gDyTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aIUprFY3g5M/s320/thanksgiving2010%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#993300"&gt;Thanksgiving was at mom's this year. Usually, it's my home where everyone gathers.  Since mom downsized from her house to an apartment 9 years ago, she hasn't made any holiday memories at her place. I figured this year we would change that. He apartment is much smaller than we are used to, but we made space. We moved the living room furniture against the walls and rented a round table and chairs to place in the middle of the room. Mom decorated it with her favorite china, crystal goblets and silverware that was passed down from her mother.  All of the food was set up on the kitchen countertops and  table.  There was room for everything and everyone! Six adults, seven kids , full bellies and laughter gave mom some great memories this Thanksgiving. She's already planning Christmas dinner...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#993300"&gt;My idea of Thanksgiving is more simple and quiet. It was only my immediate family. Husband, sons and daughter. On Friday I woke up at 6:30am and started my turkey and everything else.  By 2pm we set up at my wooden farmtable with paper plates in the Thanksgiving theme. We watched holiday shows on Hallmark Channel all day. Perfect!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#993300"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&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/868843518304153762-5211397831851115150?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5211397831851115150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=5211397831851115150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/5211397831851115150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/5211397831851115150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-times-two.html' title='Thanksgiving times two'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TPEDc-gDyTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aIUprFY3g5M/s72-c/thanksgiving2010%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-1986206282500448330</id><published>2010-09-30T07:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:11:16.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knit obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TKRwQFZe3PI/AAAAAAAAABs/bIcZQfNepqA/s1600/mothersDayMid%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522662464692346098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TKRwQFZe3PI/AAAAAAAAABs/bIcZQfNepqA/s320/mothersDayMid%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I took a knitting class a few months ago. I've stumbled upon such a wonderful way to let all the stress of my day fall away. I start a project and I'm in a zone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If I'm hungry, I knit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If I'm bored, I knit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If I'm lonely, I knit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If I'm angry or stressed, I knit ( a little faster and with more determination).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-1986206282500448330?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1986206282500448330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=1986206282500448330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/1986206282500448330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/1986206282500448330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2010/09/knit-obsession.html' title='Knit obsession'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TKRwQFZe3PI/AAAAAAAAABs/bIcZQfNepqA/s72-c/mothersDayMid%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-7901739526443393180</id><published>2010-09-29T06:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T07:02:43.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decor'/><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can't believe it's been over a year since I've written anything!  One thing I've been meaning to change is not taking time out for myself everyday. Hopefully, this will start today :)  Over the past year I've been cleaning out the clutter in my home. It's been a daunting task and it seems like I  haven't made any progress although I know that I have. I've rented a storage unit, which I swore I wouldn't do.  I've made monthly donations to the local Goodwill and I haven't bought a thing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now I plan to redecorate. Of course, the farmgirl in me has decorated my home in a country theme.  Now the grownup in me wants a more sophisticated palette. I've painted everything a soothing green named "windchime." I'm going to accent everything in black. I found these gorgeous black silk curtains at Walmart. And I'm painting my kitchen cabinets in a black satin paint. I found sleek, satin nickel hardware at the Home Depot in a clearance bin. OMG they were only 5 cents for a pack of 6!!! My wonderful mother-in-law gave me 3 Thomas Kincaide prints that I can't wait to hang.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-7901739526443393180?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7901739526443393180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=7901739526443393180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/7901739526443393180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/7901739526443393180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-6999048051075445674</id><published>2009-06-22T06:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:42:26.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>SPRITE POUND CAKE RECIPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 cups sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 sticks margarine or butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3/4 cups Sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 teaspoons lemon flavoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cream sugar and margarine until smooth. Add one egg at a time and beat. Add flour and stir. Combine Sprite and lemon flavoring and mix into batter until smooth. Bake at 325 degrees in loaf pan for 1 hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-6999048051075445674?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6999048051075445674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=6999048051075445674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/6999048051075445674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/6999048051075445674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2009/06/sprite-pound-cake-recipe.html' title='SPRITE POUND CAKE RECIPE'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-6163217432369386400</id><published>2008-05-07T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:18:21.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Mother's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My husband keeps asking what would I like to do for Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go to the movies? .... "No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go out to dinner?..... "No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He continues to throw out options for me to choose.  Let me think. Jeez! Stop rushing me. I still have a few days to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, while I'm thinking of a perfect Mother's Day,  I picture a quiet, peaceful day. No brothers fighting, no little girl whining and crying and calling my name. No demands. No requests. No dishes to wash. No laundry to sort.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm easy to please. Some time alone in my garden.  Some quiet time with a good book.  The couch. The tv set on Lifetime. And lots of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow! That's what I call.....A Perfect Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-6163217432369386400?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6163217432369386400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=6163217432369386400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/6163217432369386400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/6163217432369386400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-mothers-day.html' title='A Perfect Mother&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-3045580738866040474</id><published>2008-05-06T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:53:45.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my hopes and dreams'/><title type='text'>No more "farm girl" dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My dream is (was) to live on a farm and raise animals. So, I went to the library and took out an armful of homesteading books, cause you know when I do something, I jump in with both feet, and I don't want to drown.&lt;br /&gt;How to raise sheep.&lt;br /&gt;How to raise chickens.&lt;br /&gt;Sell what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;Make $100,000 on 25 acres.&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion..... too much work! My mom laughed when I came to this conclusion. She said, " What did you think? The animals were going to take care of themselves?"&lt;br /&gt;Well...yeah&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to work on a plan "B"&lt;br /&gt;Farm girl wanna be, no more!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-3045580738866040474?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/3045580738866040474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=3045580738866040474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/3045580738866040474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/3045580738866040474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-more-farm-girl-dreams.html' title='No more &quot;farm girl&quot; dreams...'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-3166998095399746054</id><published>2008-05-05T20:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:20:22.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Monday madness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Made room for my son who returned from college for the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went for a walk in the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Returned home and opened some unsettling mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Returned home. Started some laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Washed dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cleaned the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kids went out to play basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Little one took a nap. She had a bad day in school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Looked through some of the books that I brought home from the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Prepared dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kids returned home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They are currently fighting and making a LOT of noise. Little one is crying now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've escaped to the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not far enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm going to take a drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hopefully, it will be quiet when I return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-3166998095399746054?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/3166998095399746054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=3166998095399746054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/3166998095399746054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/3166998095399746054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-madness.html' title='Monday madness...'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-6101468831715565141</id><published>2008-05-04T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:10:29.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure hunting'/><title type='text'>Treasure hunting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The weather is nice, so it's flea-market time again! Time for my seasonal treasure hunt. I still look for anything with roses, anything romantic. I'm gathering items because one of my dreams is to open a boutique in Paris.  Realistically, the boutique will be wherever I settle after the kids are off to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love teapots and teacups. I have so many. I'm trying to cut down on buying them, but they tug at my heartstrings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I also want to start collecting heart shaped items to put in my eBay store. Each year I do something different. I'm trying to find a niche that works for me and gives me a little income so that I can continue to add to my teapot collections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-6101468831715565141?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6101468831715565141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=6101468831715565141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/6101468831715565141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/6101468831715565141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/05/treasure-hunting.html' title='Treasure hunting....'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-8304365495550280474</id><published>2008-05-04T20:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:54:04.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homesteading'/><title type='text'>Wanting more....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to live on a farm and become a homesteading mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to pick fresh wildflowers from my garden....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to spin wool from my sheep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to make soap using milk from my goat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to gather eggs from my chickens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want my life to feel like it has more meaning than it does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-8304365495550280474?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8304365495550280474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=8304365495550280474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/8304365495550280474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/8304365495550280474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/05/wanting-more.html' title='Wanting more....'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-7140041652443321554</id><published>2008-04-28T13:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:13:16.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Oh well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today is one of those drab, rainy days. I actually enjoy the rain. It helps me to quiet my mind and forces me to take some quiet time for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've already done some housecleaning, some laundry, dishes, cleaned and scrubbed the main bathroom and cleaned the little one's room. I've run a few errands, had to drop of my van for an oil change and did a little grocery shopping for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Made lunch for hubby and now I have to wait for the school bus. When the kids get home from school, the real work begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... I just realized that I didn't really get any quiet time today after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;auntie-mom signing off until later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-7140041652443321554?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7140041652443321554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=7140041652443321554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/7140041652443321554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/7140041652443321554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-well.html' title='Oh well...'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-9188401797409407970</id><published>2008-04-27T08:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:37:07.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>What's growing in your garden?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love wildflowers! I'm trying to create this beautiful country wildflower garden in my yard. It's coming along very slowly. I understand this job will require much patience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So far, I've been shaking seed over a small area for the past two years. Most of the flowers have found their way outside of my property and they get mowed down when the grass is cut. (sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I planted wisteria about 4 years ago and it finally came to bloom, but unfortunately, I planted it too close to my fence and had to prune it back and it hasn't recovered. I think I killed it. (sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My grandfather had the most romantic rose garden and I'm trying to recreate that. I have some success with roses. I've found that the more I leave them alone, the better they do. Whenever I try to apply what I've read into practice, I can barely get 5 blossoms out of an entire bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My favorite flower is the daisy. I would love to devote an entire space in my garden for all types. That's what I'll focus on this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love herbs and veggies. I have a beautiful lavender bush that I can't wait to harvest and add to my soaps that I make. My veggies don't fare too well. I can't seem to keep the pests away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it's raining here this morning and I was going to visit our local garden center to find something new for my garden, but I guess it will have to wait.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;auntie-mom signing off until later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-9188401797409407970?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/9188401797409407970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=9188401797409407970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/9188401797409407970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/9188401797409407970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-growing-in-your-garden.html' title='What&apos;s growing in your garden?'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-9179950209084736553</id><published>2008-04-26T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:22:41.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>A day for me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I plan to do all the things that I want to do today.  I usually let my 6 year old niece dictate my day, but today I vow to change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She has already peed on herself. That is the way she shows her anger at times.  It has threatened to ruin my day, but I'm not going to let that happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Right now she is in her bedroom. The t.v. is her babysitter until I can gather enough patience to deal with her today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm on my way out to the mall. I'm getting my eyebrows waxed and hoping that I find something unexpected on sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hopefully, I will return with a little more patience to deal with her demands today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;auntie-mom signing off until later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-9179950209084736553?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/9179950209084736553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=9179950209084736553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/9179950209084736553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/9179950209084736553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-for-me.html' title='A day for me...'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-868843518304153762.post-4688932171157451351</id><published>2008-04-25T14:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:18:43.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's too short to live the same day twice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the motto that I try to live by.  I have many interests that keep me busy. Sometimes,  I have too many things that I want to do, but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enough &lt;/span&gt;time during the day. My kids leave for school about 8:15 am and I have until  2:30 pm to get whatever I want done accomplished. Then the feeling of being "overwhelmed"  starts to settle in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's a battle that I fight with myself daily.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today I went to a local  indoor flea market. I usually find something great, but today I didn't.  That was kind of disappointing.  I'm an avid treasure hunter and not what you would call a dumpster diver, but I will pick something up off the curb.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crafter&lt;/span&gt; by trade and  I'm currently working on some doggie products to go along with my homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; treats.  I hope they come out okay.  I enjoy sewing, but I'm definitely not the best at it.  I'll post pictures of the completed project when and if  it comes out okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My husband is off from work today so he'll take care of my niece for me. I get to go out and do what I'd like.  My boys are on their way home from school, so I'm on my way out before the noise level escalates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;auntie-mom signing out til later this eve....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/868843518304153762-4688932171157451351?l=auntie-mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4688932171157451351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=868843518304153762&amp;postID=4688932171157451351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/4688932171157451351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/868843518304153762/posts/default/4688932171157451351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntie-mom.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-too-short-to-live-same-day-twice.html' title='Life&apos;s too short to live the same day twice!'/><author><name>Mrs "S"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221907656954439594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GlIRd9vSv5o/TP1LOBRSP6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qts87HRCS-4/S220/images%255B9%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
