<?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-370683693831530507</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:51:14.562-06:00</updated><category term='I&apos;m back'/><title type='text'>1beautywithin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-3045075729417210737</id><published>2011-11-07T17:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:59:26.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>It's been a cold, dark and wet day. I'm so glad that it's not freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To warm the house I made pumpkin bread, the house smells like Christmas. It's like giving yourself a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like this makes it hard on Bailey. She likes to go around the yard and smell everything to see if there is anything new. I'm standing in the rain, yelling at her to hurry and she is trying but for some reason she doesn't hurry very much. She knows she has to go into the kennel to dry off and she goes in without me saying anything. If I forget her she starts to move around to get my attention, she is so patient with me. She seems to know when I need a hug, she get up on me and lets me love her till she is done(or I am) She gets up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt;, he has a big chair and she gets up and lays her whole body, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tries&lt;/span&gt; to watch t.v. and breath. She is never ready to get down, she actually sleeps on him. She now weights about 70 lbs. now so you can get the picture of her taking over my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt;. He keeps saying , "why do you think she does this?" I just tell him "because you let her"? He is such a push over when it comes to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm again running late on getting Christmas done. I've really been trying but my creative side of me seems to be on the blink. Again this year they may get a promise to get their gift at a later date. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is just around the corner, can't wait for the turkey and orange salad. I would be happy if only those two were served! Thanksgiving seems to be more relaxed than at Christmas. I think I'm the only person that likes Christmas music, stores displaying all the Christmas things before Thanksgiving. We're supposed to keep Christmas all year . I like to spread it out as long as possible. We need more people forgetting where they are and start to sing with the Christmas songs. Actually it's for myself that I want that, I don't want to be the only one singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to taste the pumpkin bread. I put cranberries in it, I love cranberries!!!!!!! Hope &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; likes them also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your umbrella turned upside down so you can catch all your blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3045075729417210737?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3045075729417210737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3045075729417210737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3045075729417210737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3045075729417210737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-7146127351903346873</id><published>2011-02-23T14:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:13:37.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where have I been?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been so long since I've be on. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; took two of my blogs that I follow and I haven't been able to put them back on. So, when I can corner my dd , I will again be able to read their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blogs&lt;/span&gt;. Also, I lost the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blag&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gd&lt;/span&gt; so will have to get that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess from reading the above &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt;, you can guess why I haven't been on my blog. My brain is in a fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winter has been long. As I get to feel sorry for myself, I get to thinking back on my childhood and think how hard my parents had it. No indoor bathroom, no running water, living in a house that was only wood and not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insulated&lt;/span&gt;. Having a family of six and living in a house with 4 rooms( a kitchen, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dining&lt;/span&gt; room, living room and one bedroom, all equal in size) and only one closet. All the girls sleeping in one bedroom. The folks having their bedroom on the porch, no heat out there . Having to live off the land, little money to live on. What do I have to complain about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to say, living like that was fun. I didn't know we were poor, and when I started going to school , we had to go out to the outhouse to use the bathroom. So I thought everyone lived like we did. We always had enough to eat, and when I started school each year, I always got a new dress and shoes. I remember, I was always cold. We would stand over the furnace on the floor till we were about to burn up and then run as fast as we could to get into bed before we cooled off. Mom would put boiling water in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;water bottle&lt;/span&gt; and wrap it up in towels then put it by our feet so we could have our feet warm. I always hated it when my older sister would get up to get ready for school cause when she left she took the warm with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could only have the school house a little warm. I guess they had to watch how much they spent on fuel. I never liked being cold. Even when we had a lot of snow we had to go outside to run. Thinking back, they were saving their sanity, all those kids in two rooms, I guess I would have turned them outside too. Mr and Mrs West were our teachers. She taught the first four grades and he taught the last four. She always had her hair done up in a bun and she had a jar of hand cream that she would always put on. He was more gruff than she was. I think he had a ruler that he would say he would use if we acted up. I never had it used on me. I'm not sure he ever used it on anyone, but I believed he would. So, I guess his threat worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if you would talk to anyone who went to school there , they would have the best stories to share. I will share some of them at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always feel loved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-7146127351903346873?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/7146127351903346873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=7146127351903346873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7146127351903346873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7146127351903346873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-have-i-been.html' title='where have I been?'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-7383487250782787665</id><published>2010-09-06T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:53:46.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>?????????</title><content type='html'>It is now Labor Day, isn't it a day of rest?  I ask that of my neighbor when I saw him priming and painting his garage.  He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt; , it was a day away from cooking and cleaning but not from catching up on outside work.  I liked what he said about the cooking and cleaning (it doesn't work like that in my house, my husband is home) so I guess it is a day for catch up.  Tuesday will be here and it will be Monday all over again.Two days of work in one day, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the weather, cooler but warm in the afternoon.  In fact it was down right cold the other morn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whenI&lt;/span&gt; went to water.  I wonder how many days my garden will have to grow.  It was so hot for so long it all but stopped growing and now the cool weather is slowing it down...it just doesn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have fall fever...I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt; in a funk.  I think I just need a good cry, which is hard to do with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; home.  I have to hide when I cry at movies...he makes fun of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start with Christmas...I really need a plan to get everything done...but can't get everything else done in the house so I just keep putting it off.  I don't think a promise note for Christmas will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for pickles, it is such a process but worth it when I finish.  Just want to rest ...but that doesn't get anything done.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-7383487250782787665?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/7383487250782787665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=7383487250782787665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7383487250782787665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7383487250782787665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='?????????'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-4571386142683754000</id><published>2010-07-07T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T09:19:22.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the garden of your daily living</title><content type='html'>Plant three rows of peas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;2. Peace of heart&lt;br /&gt;3. Peace of soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant four rows of squash:&lt;br /&gt;1. Squash gossip&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Squash&lt;/span&gt; indifference&lt;br /&gt;3. Squash selfishness&lt;br /&gt;4. Squash grumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant four rows of lettuce:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lettuce be faithful&lt;br /&gt;2. Lettuce be kind&lt;br /&gt;3. Lettuce be patient&lt;br /&gt;4. Lettuce really love one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Garden is without turnips&lt;br /&gt;1. Turnip for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meetings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Turnip for service&lt;br /&gt;3. Turnip to help one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude our garden we must have thyme&lt;br /&gt;1. Thyme for God&lt;br /&gt;2. Thyme for Family&lt;br /&gt;3. Thyme for friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water freely with patience and cultivate with love.  There is much fruit in your garden because you reap what you sow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-4571386142683754000?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4571386142683754000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=4571386142683754000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4571386142683754000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4571386142683754000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-garden-of-your-daily-living.html' title='For the garden of your daily living'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1205744581617889398</id><published>2010-06-30T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:42:00.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just Wednesday?</title><content type='html'>I get to go shopping with my dd.  That doesn't happen very often, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is scared of the sprinkler.  She has never seen one, which tells you how often I water the grass.  She would just stop and not know which direction to go to get away from it.  Then she would bark at it.  So funny, but she didn't like it when I laughed at her.  Guess I wouldn't like it if I caught her laughing at me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The count down is on.  Why does time go by so slow when you want to do something fun and fast when you don't want to do something.  A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;puzzle&lt;/span&gt; of life , I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever since I have seen all my children and grandchildren.  Even when they live close , time just gets away from us.  I guess it makes the time together more special.  I try not to bug them(but really everyday would be fine with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a plan for the talent show, if I have the nerve to do it.  Sometimes my good ideas don't pan out.  Sure is fun to watch though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been working with Bailey to not go crazy when someone comes to the door.  Well we have changed our training.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dh&lt;/span&gt; empty a small can of candy and I had the thought to fill it with rocks and shake it when she does something wrong.  We shook it, she really doesn't like it but we haven't tried it at the door.  Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1205744581617889398?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1205744581617889398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1205744581617889398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1205744581617889398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1205744581617889398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-it-just-wednesday.html' title='Is it just Wednesday?'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-7103631667255171375</id><published>2010-06-29T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:42:20.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there</title><content type='html'>I feel like a broken record...garden is doing great.  Everyday I see more babies, can't wait to share with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to plan to water the grass(don't tell my dh) he only sees more mowing.  But with the 4th, I don't want to take a chance of a fire and it is really drying out with the hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin is freezing water for us..I have a big sack to give her full of a lot of containers.  I know it will take a lot to keep things cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start making homemade ice cream Thursday.  It is more fun to do it with everyone but I don't want to miss out on any fun so I will make it and freeze it for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bailey sure doesn't like the hot weather...she is glad to come in after I water out back.  We shaved her and it is starting to grow back...hate to think what she would have felt like if we hadn't shaved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found a ball when she was supposed to be doing her business.  UG!!!!!!!!!  She forgets what she is supposed to do.  All she does is run past me daring me to catch her(like I actually could)she throws the ball then runs to catch it.  It really is funny...if it weren't so hot out.  I have to go to the gate and knock on it.  She thinks someone is there and comes running.  So far she hasn't cought on to me.  If it weren't so hot I would feel bad tricking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days and counting....can't wait to have everyone come.  Sure hope they can stay the whole weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-7103631667255171375?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/7103631667255171375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=7103631667255171375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7103631667255171375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7103631667255171375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/almost-there.html' title='Almost there'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1146547436484747856</id><published>2010-06-24T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:20:22.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes friday</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get ready for the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  The problem is if I do it to soon, I will have to do it all again.  The heat is kicking me!!!!!!!  So I have to reserve my strength.  Inch by inch it will get done.  I really just relax and enjoy the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; without too much work on those days.  Good idea, hope I can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am helping with the blood drive, our church is the one to provide the food and serve it.  I said I would make some of the potato salad.   Man, I haven't made that much potato salad in years.  Hope I can remember how to do it.  We are serving sloppy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; also,  and cookies(homemade) the last time I gave blood we got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OJ&lt;/span&gt; and a cookie.  Maybe we can get a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt; in with the smell of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden it doing great!!!!!!!  I love to see all the babies growing.  The melons are going crazy...I saw in a mag. that when they get so big they hung a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pantie&lt;/span&gt; hose so it held the melon without it being on the ground.  I'm going to try it...it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; funny but if I can get the melons without them getting yucky on the ground it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey loves to be close to me while I work...if I'm in a hurry it really bugs me.  When I iron she is just right under my feet, not sure if she thinks she is protecting me from that hot iron.   The other day I was working in the kitchen and had an idea to put in some music.  I put in Rascal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flatts&lt;/span&gt; and probably had it to loud , but I was singing and really getting down.   Then I noticed , no Bailey,  she was in the living room looking down.  Wow, if I had know she didn't like my music , I would have put in in sooner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooler today, hope it stays for a while.  I keep checking on the weather...it always rains on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and with the long dry spell, who knows what will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1146547436484747856?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1146547436484747856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1146547436484747856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1146547436484747856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1146547436484747856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-comes-friday.html' title='Here comes friday'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1434233244442386124</id><published>2010-06-21T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:45:40.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after</title><content type='html'>After church we had a pot luck dinner.  We had fathers, grandfathers, and not yet fathers.  Usually the women and children go first, but on fathers day they went first.  It is so funny to see them go first...you would have thought they had won something wonderful.  The young men and little boys also went with the fathers.  Again their little faces were just glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men of the church help teach the young men and boys to be respectful and let the women and girls eat first.  They wait their turn and learn a good lesson .  But they were in hog heaven yesterday.  You wouldn't think that they would get such a joy by going first but they knew the joy of eating first if only for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is HOT...it hurts just by being in the sun just for a few minutes.  My poor plants are taking a beating, I just can't keep enough cool water on them.  No rain in sight.  I have to get out to do some running around..I am putting it off as long as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May have the girls down this week.  Yah, can't wait.  What a joy they are!  And so much fun to be around.  They can't get here quick enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th is coming...Cooler temps. would be appreciated but if not the house will be cooler till the sun goes down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1434233244442386124?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1434233244442386124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1434233244442386124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1434233244442386124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1434233244442386124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-after.html' title='the day after'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-223277552455391112</id><published>2010-06-16T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:28:22.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>middle of the week</title><content type='html'>Just made it in from watering.  To do it right it takes a long time.  Everything is growing very well.  I picked my first vegs. today, Yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to rain today...it sprinkled just enough to make the car dirty, UG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to exercise again, I will be glad when my body gets used to it!  Can't do much but every little bit will help , I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey came in to me yesterday, and she had red coming from her mouth and on her chin hairs.  I panicked, did she swallow something that cut her mouth , was she bleeding from her stomach?  A million thoughts went through my mind in a matter of seconds also could we afford the vet. bill.  I went into the hall and there I found a red jello pkg. that had fallen off the pantry shelf...I was so releaved , it was hard to correct her(I did very sternly).  When I told dh, he just laughed at me.  Later, she got up on him and burped , he said "smells like jello".  So glad he was having fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body says, take a nap, my work says no.  Oh well, tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-223277552455391112?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/223277552455391112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=223277552455391112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/223277552455391112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/223277552455391112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/middle-of-week.html' title='middle of the week'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-2699439159348653867</id><published>2010-06-15T18:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:22:28.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it bedtime yet?</title><content type='html'>Well, I have had a busy day.  I've been practicing giving a food &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demonstration&lt;/span&gt; for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; group.  I am doing cucumber sandwiches(boy do I love these) If you haven't tried them, you really need to.  Then I'll make a peach salsa, again you need to try it.  It is good with pork, chicken or fish.  We will be using chips.  Then I will have them try stuffed apricots(cream cheese base).  Everyone is such good cooks, I didn't think I could teach them anything so I went with things that they might not try without  eating it first.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is coming fast, and I don't feel like the spirit is with everyone.  Everyone is so busy I hope it's just a relaxing, fun filled vacation.  Sure hope if they don't want to come they will let me know.  I'll cry but then I'll put on my big girl panties on and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden is growing, the rain really did help.  The pen is getting smaller and smaller...they look like they are trying to stake out their own territory.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I have some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vegs&lt;/span&gt;. by the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found some different ice cream to make.  Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get the laundry in the dryer , hate to heat up the house before the temp. goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this evening is quiet and Bailey doesn't want to go out so I can get ready for bed.  Nice thought but don't think it will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-2699439159348653867?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/2699439159348653867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=2699439159348653867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/2699439159348653867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/2699439159348653867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-it-bedtime-yet.html' title='Is it bedtime yet?'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-3742222153258452857</id><published>2010-06-14T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:31:30.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought</title><content type='html'>"The invitation to repent is rarely a vioce of chastisement but rather a loving appeal to turn around to 're-turn' toward God.  It is the beckoning of a loving Father and His Only Begotten Son to be more than we are, to reach up to a higher way of life, to change, and to feel the happiness of keeping the commandments.  Being disciples of Christ, we rejoice in the blessing of repenting and the joy of being forgiven.  They become part of us, shaping the way we think and feel" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Neil L. Anderson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3742222153258452857?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3742222153258452857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3742222153258452857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3742222153258452857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3742222153258452857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/thought.html' title='A thought'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-6179605005114192813</id><published>2010-06-09T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:34:56.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>get it done</title><content type='html'>After much thinking , I realize that I think too much.  I got up today and looked at what needed to be done, and the first thing that I thought was, "how do you eat an elephant?" "One bite at a time."&lt;br /&gt;Now my house isn't an elephant but you have to start some where...so bite by bite I will get things done.&lt;br /&gt;My squash was looking so wilted yesterday I thought it was a goner.  But this morning when I went out, there they were, standing up straight with their large leaves turned up like they were praiseing God for the rain and cool weather.  What a sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it has stopped raining and is hot.  Guess what ,they are wilted again...hope they hang in there till I get some veg. from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen my son since he had his radiation.  He was sure looking so pale and ashen.  I don't think I looked like that when I went through all the things you do so you can live a long healthy life.  I wish the VA would treat their vet.s with more care.  It is a shame that in the U.S. we can't give our young men and women who have served our country the same measure of care that the general population gets.  Why doesn't  our government do something.  They can give to other countries and run up the debt but they can't take care of our vet.s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of to water the front flowers...the only good thing is I get just as wet as the flowers do, and it is hot out so it should feel good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6179605005114192813?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6179605005114192813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6179605005114192813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6179605005114192813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6179605005114192813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-it-done.html' title='get it done'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-4993382533010731867</id><published>2010-06-08T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:49:42.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deadhead</title><content type='html'>It is amazing that as I'm going to bed and think of everything that needs to get done the next day, I am excited to make a dent on what is staring me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get up....................it is like pulling teeth to get me motivated.&lt;br /&gt;You would think I have a little fairy doing my things for me.   She has to be very small 'cause I never see anything she has done.  I don't want to hurt her feelings but she is not holding up  her end of things.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Perhaps&lt;/span&gt; she needs to call in her whole family.  I would pay for the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I can't put off doing my work anymore.  Actually, I can't think of anything to talk about.  So I will act busy in hopes of  things looking better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-4993382533010731867?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4993382533010731867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=4993382533010731867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4993382533010731867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4993382533010731867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/06/deadhead.html' title='deadhead'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-2021065430536644727</id><published>2010-05-31T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:29:01.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>garden</title><content type='html'>I'm always excited when it gets time to plant veg. and flowers.  Planting them and praying my hard work will pay off.&lt;br /&gt;Then the first peeks through and the waiting game begins.&lt;br /&gt;The watering in hot weather, sweating, and fertilizing it.&lt;br /&gt;They were growing slow...I did plant early..I hate to wait for the weather to turn hot.&lt;br /&gt;But then the hot weather began and it took off.&lt;br /&gt;I planted watermelon and  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt;(even though I have never had good luck with growing them.)  They didn't come up so I planted the plants.  Also, I forgot where I planted them so I just guessed and planted more. &lt;br /&gt;Well, seeds started growing...now I don't know if I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt; growing in separate places or all together.  They are started to vine out.  Oh, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; of gardening!&lt;br /&gt; The cucumbers, and the other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vining&lt;/span&gt; veg. are starting to vine out and has blooms on them.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;?  The tomatoes and peppers have babies on them.  They are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;The blackberries that we planted are growing oh so slowly.  Only one isn't growing.  I will send it back for a new one.  It sounded like we might have berries the first year.  Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few weeks and it will be the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  I wait the whole year for the fun to begin.  And always pray for the safety and fun to be had by everyone.  Of course just having everyone here is the best gift they could give us.&lt;br /&gt;We have all started looking and thinking of what food to have.  So fortunate that the girls and Ron  pitch in with all their ideas.  It sure makes it  fun for me. &lt;br /&gt;It sure would be nice to go to the garden to get the food we need to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to put up the pool next week...no rain please!&lt;br /&gt;Sure would be nice to have the kids in June but not sure if that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peach trees that were so beautiful this spring with their huge flowers are loaded with fruit. Some peaches fall off with each rain or wind.  But there are so many peaches we have to take them off so they don't break the branches.  That just kills me...I know it has to be done but I sure want peaches in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell everyone that planting your veg. in potting soil really works!!!!!!!!!  No weeding and no plowing up the ground.  When all the veg. are done for the season, we will just turn them over and add to the dirt.  Or maybe leave them till next year...not sure yet.  Now sure why we can't use them again next year..I will have to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;investigate&lt;/span&gt; that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-2021065430536644727?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/2021065430536644727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=2021065430536644727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/2021065430536644727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/2021065430536644727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/05/garden.html' title='garden'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-2380295862766652661</id><published>2010-04-19T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:35:22.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yah for spring!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have my garden planted(almost)  Some of it is already up.  I'm taking a chance in planting early, but it takes so long before you can harvest it, I didn't want to wait.  I still have extra seeds just in case we have a late snow,freeze.  Just praying it stays spring and warms up gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey just loves to check out what I do...she loves to eat dirt and roots.  Not pretty!&lt;br /&gt;I think we are going to have her shaved.  Don't want to but it would be easier to groom.  I will check to see she doesn't looks bald.  I just love her face with all that hair, she looks like a monkey with the hair away from her eyes.  Oh well it will grow back.  Ug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees have been unbeleaveable.  The blooms are twice the size I remember from last year.  Sure hope we have a lot of peaches this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for bed and it is only 6:30.   Is it spring fever?  For some reason I just can't get around and get things done.  I guess I will think about it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-2380295862766652661?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/2380295862766652661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=2380295862766652661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/2380295862766652661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/2380295862766652661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/04/yah-for-spring.html' title='Yah for spring!'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1743740642553947154</id><published>2010-04-10T17:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:12:11.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A big sigh</title><content type='html'>Well, Bailey and I are here by ourselves.  The house just let out a big sigh.  No kids, no fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about the girls but this week was flat out fun!  It is so nice to have grandchildren come to visit.  I'm never ready to have them go home but so glad that my children share with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey is in depression and just looking at her I'm getting there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enjoy the laughter, noise, running , jumping ect.  I took their pictures by out peach tree, the flowers on it this year is unbelievable.  Someone else said that their tree blooms are better this year.  Sure hope that mean that we will have some peaches this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planted some garden and the radishes are already coming up.  Can't wait to plant the rest.  I plan to plant watermelon, canalop. and anything I can get  to grow.  I think this year might be a good year for a garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dh will be here soon.  He did the soccor watching today.  He walked a lot.  I told him it was good for him and he said it wasn't either cause his back hurt and I'm sure his legs will be hurting tomorrow.  He is supposed to walk 30 min. a day.  I can't talk him into getting past the hurt, and doing more.  The days will get warmer and maybe Bailey and I can get him to walk with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will very quiet for me.  UG.  I really need to do some spring cleaning and I wish I could take out everything and start from the beginning.  It is so hard to clean when you have a small house and lots of things in it.  I can remember my mom would clean out drawers and do spring and fall cleaning.  I would come home and there would be a big pile of stuff that she would carry out.  Maybe I can get motivated to do some of it.  Or not.  This winter seems to have had more dust than I remember last year.  Not sure why but I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dh uncovered the air conditioner, I told him we couldn't turn it on till June.  Wonder if that will happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1743740642553947154?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1743740642553947154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1743740642553947154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1743740642553947154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1743740642553947154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-sigh.html' title='A big sigh'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-5151277705523904498</id><published>2010-04-02T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:01:03.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just like a kid</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Bailey wanted to go outside, so away we went.  I let her loose to do her job, she went around the yard then came back to me.  She sat by me and looked up to get some loving so of course I loved on her.  I said Bailey didn't you have to potty?  She got up like she was ready to go in, I grabed the leash and she went the other way.  She walked me around her favorite spots.  First to the fence to check on the neighbor kids just in case they were there, they weren't.  So she took me around the swings, then the took of and did her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she just wanted to share with me her favorite spots.&lt;br /&gt;  She made me feel very special.  I know it sounds strange but she acted just like a child would when they want to show you something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so loving, and seems to know when I need a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-5151277705523904498?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/5151277705523904498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=5151277705523904498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5151277705523904498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5151277705523904498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-like-kid.html' title='just like a kid'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-8303948111383970868</id><published>2010-04-01T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:18:18.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>question</title><content type='html'>When did good common sense go out of style.  We are soon going to be voting on putting in a new hospital.  I have listened to them and their speach is full of holes.  They said we have over 8,000 people in Pratt...we really have about 6. Which would make a big difference in their ability to collect sales tax.  They are trying to convence everyone they need a new   one when the one we have is ok.  We don't have enough people to fill it anyway.  They have floors that no one is on...they have built on when they didn't need to, those suites are mostly empty.  They add a 1 percent tax..we already have a 7plus tax, that would bring it up to 8 plus.  The city comm.want to put in a new road(to put 250,000homes on it and  they will give them a break to build there) that would put it at 9 plus, then there is the gov. that want to raise taxes...we could be looking at a 10 percent sales tax.  Who can afford to buy here or live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did pay as you go go?  Also, if we don't get enough sales tax money to pay for it they will tax our homes.  I don't see how they can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could buy land far away from anyone, I would be self suffent and there would be nothing they could do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to take back America.  And we have to start at the root of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my taxes done...we got to talking and I of course got on my band box and gave him my opinion.  He thanked me for giving him another view of things...sure hope he remembers that veiw when he votes.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt; I can  feel the anger that is all over our great country.  If they don't start listening it is only going to get worse.  Then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it coming, the whole country flat broke,  no where to go, live, and having to live like my folks did.  Of course that wouldn't be so bad...I remember what to do with nothing, and growing what we need to eat.  Gosh, I think I'm doing that now. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do need a girls day out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8303948111383970868?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8303948111383970868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8303948111383970868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8303948111383970868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8303948111383970868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/04/question.html' title='question'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-3095518106168143829</id><published>2010-03-29T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:48:33.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping busy</title><content type='html'>It is just after 7:00 PM and I want to eat.  I did buy spinach and had it with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vin&lt;/span&gt;. and oil.  Boy did it taste good.  But I think I could have eaten the whole bunch.  I still want steak and salad.  I guess I'm going to have to fix it after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;. weigh in.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dh&lt;/span&gt; doesn't like steak so I'm on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I need to take fuzzy muffin for a walk but not sure I'm up to that yet.  I left her out of her pen while I went to the mail drop.  She was laying on the rug by the door when I got back.  She didn't want me to leave but she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll try it longer next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the week....I start my garden.  Not able to get down and work the dirt but one of my farm books said to plant in the potting soil.  Just poke holes in the bottom, put down paper or cardboard, put it on top and cut out the top(laying it down flat) and plant in the potting soil.  Then mulch...My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; will do the heavy lifting...I will plant the cool weather veg. and when they are done, I will plant the hot weather plants in the same potting soil.  It looked great in the book...hopefully it will work.  I showed my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; a picture...he still hasn't gotten it right in his head.  I should be funny trying to tell him what I want to do.  The neighbors should get a laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; tonight until 9 and then Castle comes on..sure like it...but it is going of for the summer so tonight is the last new one, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest ones are coming next week.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!  Maybe they will walk and ex. with me.&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope something is on the theatre next week, more fun to take them out for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Bailey will be in hog heaven!  They are so good with her, and she can't get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eman&lt;/span&gt; was here, Bailey got in his room(she sleeps in our room, with a kid gate up) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; forgot to put the gate up so he woke up with her licking his feet.  We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; to find her in the pen then we figured &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eman&lt;/span&gt; had taken care of her.  He really put up with her...she was on him like flies on honey.  She was his buddy for the week.  She was so sad when she realized he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She seems to feel when I need a hug cause she gets up and will love me till she thinks I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I think she missed being able to be held like a baby so she drapes over my shoulder and the rest of her is on the floor.  She gets up on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; but my chair is smaller and she is too big for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the munchies are over...tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3095518106168143829?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3095518106168143829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3095518106168143829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3095518106168143829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3095518106168143829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/keeping-busy.html' title='keeping busy'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1859775118513275734</id><published>2010-03-25T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:25:59.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>This morning as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; putting on my makeup I noticed that my left eye(the white) looked funny.  As I looked closer it looked like I had broken a blood vessel.  I watched as it took over the white of my eye from the outside to the inside.  Looks kind of bad but doesn't hurt.  I hadn't watch my eye(or anything)bleed.  I t   never ran out of my eye and finally stopped.  It didn't change the way I see, so guess it will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a girls day out, doing nothing but laughing and acting silly.  Maybe garage sales...that is always good.  My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; is uptight about his job.  One guess who gets slammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye is now feeling like it has something in it...at the outside corner.  I guess it is swollen from all the blood.  I need to take a picture cause by the time anyone sees it it will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Scarlet, here I come.  I will think about it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1859775118513275734?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1859775118513275734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1859775118513275734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1859775118513275734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1859775118513275734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-7185656954725278311</id><published>2010-03-24T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:32:36.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>Is it spring fever or just the dumb dumbs.  I have been in a funk all day.  Doing another plate for a lady,  I like to do them but just had a hard time getting started.  It was t-shirt material.  It takes time and you have to be careful not to stretch it.  But it does work if you don't rush it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed the missionaries supper, I try not to fix the same thing but it difficult.  Especially since I don't cook meals till T&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hursday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;.  They are so gracious and never let on if they don't care for it.&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready for taxes.  I really hate the government at this time.  All the fat cats living high of the hog and the little people eat grub.  Where is the justice?  I know there isn't any justice in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cold and wet today....really want to start planting.  Maybe when I have the younger ones here in April we can have some fun planting.  Sure hope it is nice when they are here,  then we can get out and find some different thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Bailey is nice to me, she only wants out when she is serious.  She gets to go to the beauty shop tomorrow, she loves to get pretty.  She is such a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure want a steak and salad...that isn't going to happen.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Scarlet says...I'll think about it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-7185656954725278311?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/7185656954725278311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=7185656954725278311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7185656954725278311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7185656954725278311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-3118536202603291316</id><published>2010-03-20T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:17:44.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Well I am on my way.  Slept till 10:oo ,  that is not what you do if you want to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to make something to take to our pot luck dinner for church.  Trying a new salad that you freeze, it has 2 cans of strawberry pie filling, pineapple , eagle brand, coolwhip, sure hope it tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am baking a bd cake for Renita.  It will be my own design.  Right away I can see the thoughts of all the other cakes I have done that were lets say were funny or strange might come to mind.  But they are always made with love.  Sure hope that counts for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good to have Eman here.  Such a treat!  Plus he is coming to church and to the pot luck.  He hasn't been there since I used to juggle him on my knee.  Sure will be nice to have everyone meet him.  I am so proud of the young man he has become.  My heart still yearns for the little boy that I used to get to kiss.  Can't say that would go over very big now.  But still get hugs and that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the 4 youngest here the first part of April.  YAH.   They are always fun and maybe we can get the neighbers 3 to join in some of the fun.  Can't wait!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3118536202603291316?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3118536202603291316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3118536202603291316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3118536202603291316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3118536202603291316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-6320238902373520723</id><published>2010-03-16T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:24:46.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break</title><content type='html'>Great news!  Eman has come for a visit.  I am so thankful that he still wants to come.  Now to try to figure out what to do so he doesn't get bored.  He is also so even tempered that it is hard to tell if he is having fun.  Right now Bailey has him entertained.  You know how she is with kids.  She thinks she is in Heaven with someone else here!&lt;br /&gt;Well off to my meeting,I know that it isn't going to be good news.  No matter what I do it is always the same  UG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6320238902373520723?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6320238902373520723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6320238902373520723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6320238902373520723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6320238902373520723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='spring break'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1741492989989671231</id><published>2010-03-12T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:12:16.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back on</title><content type='html'>Hello in blog land.  My dd saved my blog from I don't know what.  It was one of the games that I had put on...so much for my adventures.&lt;br /&gt;She also helped me pick out another pattern.  To difficult for me, even when I watched her do it.&lt;br /&gt;So glad she didn't get my "its to difficult for me gene."&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold and my feet are numb, my body is ready for spring, a long one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1741492989989671231?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1741492989989671231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1741492989989671231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1741492989989671231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1741492989989671231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-on.html' title='I&apos;m back on'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-5810425264538171670</id><published>2010-03-10T08:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:50:50.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just checking</title><content type='html'>just wanting if this thing works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-5810425264538171670?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/5810425264538171670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=5810425264538171670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5810425264538171670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5810425264538171670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-checking.html' title='just checking'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-3874949650504564989</id><published>2010-03-04T11:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:08:23.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can you beat me?</title><content type='html'>I just played my pinball game and got 101600 I think.  Can you beat me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3874949650504564989?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3874949650504564989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3874949650504564989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3874949650504564989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3874949650504564989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-you-beat-me.html' title='can you beat me?'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-226114890793972459</id><published>2010-02-22T11:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:53:38.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it spring yet.</title><content type='html'>I keep saying "spring is just a day closer" but everytime I say it we get more snow.  I think I will not say it again.  Can't wait to start my pot garden (that sounds kind of bad) I have large pots that I plant in.  I found out where to get the spinach that like hot temp.  Yah, I can eat it all summer.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gone outside for a couple of days.  And I have no plans to do it anytime soon.  I'm trying to convince Bailey she doesn't have to eat or drink until dh comes home.  So far she has slept a good part of the morning.  She seems to know how I feel and doesn't bug me like she does dh.  She knows I don't go out to sit and get cold.  Right now I'm cold and I haven't even opened the doors. &lt;br /&gt;Good grief it is almose noon....and I haven't done anything except the laundry.  Sure feel like a nap.  But I'm so cold that to try to nap would be very hard.&lt;br /&gt;Found the saying the other day and liked it. &lt;br /&gt;Self-disciplin is when your conscience tells you to do something and you don't talk back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-226114890793972459?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/226114890793972459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=226114890793972459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/226114890793972459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/226114890793972459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-spring-yet.html' title='Is it spring yet.'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-6106567640053406626</id><published>2010-02-15T11:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:16:46.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good thought</title><content type='html'>Because love is the great commandment, it ought to be at the center of all and everything we do in our own family, in our Church callings, and in our livelihood.  Love is the healing balm that repairs rifts in personal and family relationships.  It is the bond that unites families, communities, and nations.  Love is the power that initiates friendship, tolerance, civility, and respect.  It is the source that overcomes divisiveness and hate.  Love is the fire that warms our lives with unparalleled joy and divine hope.  Love should be our walk and our talk.  (this was in our church bulletin, and it was so good I had to share it) from   President Dieter F. Uchtdorf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6106567640053406626?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6106567640053406626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6106567640053406626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6106567640053406626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6106567640053406626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-thought.html' title='good thought'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1036913209044683147</id><published>2010-02-10T15:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:40:49.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>have fun</title><content type='html'>Just added a new game....can't hardly see them but they are fun to play.  And I just love my fish!&lt;br /&gt;We have our womens group meeting tonight, we are having a pamper nite.  Have all my goodies fixed and the MK packed.  Just wish I could stay warm.  I have been freezing the past two days.  I thought I was getting sick, but just have a bad headache.  Ug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1036913209044683147?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1036913209044683147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1036913209044683147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1036913209044683147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1036913209044683147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-fun.html' title='have fun'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-6716950140522402499</id><published>2010-02-09T14:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:38:57.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>ok now I have  taked out every thing else...shouldn't brag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6716950140522402499?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6716950140522402499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6716950140522402499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6716950140522402499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6716950140522402499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/02/help_09.html' title='help'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-6855495159038415135</id><published>2010-02-09T14:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:36:56.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>I tried to  change my background and couldn't get it to work.....maybe my dd will come over to help?  Do you like my fish and the game.  I am proud that I got it to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6855495159038415135?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6855495159038415135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6855495159038415135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6855495159038415135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6855495159038415135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/02/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-5475527922091562230</id><published>2010-02-09T13:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:56:52.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ug</title><content type='html'>After yesterday, I am all strung out!  Can't get my act together.  I really think I have ADD.  I keep loseing my notes and when the day is over, I find them.  I looked all over for the paper towels that I keep on the kitchen cabnet...so finally went to get a new one and put it on the counter and looked , there was the other paper towel on the counter.  Maybe I need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-5475527922091562230?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/5475527922091562230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=5475527922091562230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5475527922091562230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5475527922091562230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/02/ug.html' title='Ug'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-3030904297068384086</id><published>2010-01-29T12:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:16:10.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>White is a good color!</title><content type='html'>What a difference two days make.  I was ready to start my garden(yes I know we are still in Jan) But the difference in all the shades of brown are getting me down.  I want color!!!!!!! The Lord listened to me...we are now covered with beautiful white snow.  So beautiful, and even nicer since my dh takes care of the outside for me.  He wouldn't even let me go and pick my meds.  He is very wise, he knows I'm not good in snow. &lt;br /&gt;I found a mag. called Hobby Farm Home.  I bought it because is shows how to make Mozzarella Cheese, can't wait to try it, but it is a great mag.  has a little of everything in it.&lt;br /&gt; I love to grow spinach!!!!!!!!!!  And this year I plan to plant a lot.  The bad thing is it doesn't like hot weather.  I found in the book a spinach substitue and it loves hot weather.  Yah,  only I can't find anyone who knows where to find it.  It vines up and could grow in a pot.  Another good thing.  The mag. has a web site so I will have to go there ,  I know when you have to go to their web site it will cost an arm and a leg.  I really don't want to find out I can't get it!&lt;br /&gt;Spring is just a day closer, Yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3030904297068384086?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3030904297068384086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3030904297068384086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3030904297068384086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3030904297068384086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/01/white-is-good-color.html' title='White is a good color!'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-8885395629572848709</id><published>2010-01-26T15:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:10:25.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>should I laugh or cry</title><content type='html'>This weekend I fixed bbq wings for my hubby.  I really don't like them but for lack of anything else to eat ,I had two wings.  Hate the mess and almost no meat.  Plus all the work for very little.   Well , as I was getting messy and thinking it was just to much mess, it hit me.  When I was a little girl and on the farm.  My mom would fry up chicken (first she had to chase it and kill it, but that is another story) we would start out getting the wings to eat.  As we grew up, we worked up to the drum stick and then the thigh.  We never got to go up further than that because the adults would eat them.  So at last, I have started working backwords again.  Can you believe that hot wings are the thing to eat now.  And you pay big buck for the wings that have no meat and little kids get stuck eating them.  Ug, that is probably why I don't like anything but the white meat(the breast).  My hubby doesn't understand why I don't love the bbq wings.....I guess you had to be there to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8885395629572848709?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8885395629572848709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8885395629572848709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8885395629572848709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8885395629572848709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2010/01/should-i-laugh-or-cry.html' title='should I laugh or cry'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-7267070392620118164</id><published>2009-11-18T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:43:15.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day.</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got started on Christmas.  I have finally found something that I can do and it looks beautiful.  Not anything I'm doing just the thing that I'm doing.  Can't wait to see everyones face.&lt;br /&gt;I have been going through all my cook books hoping to see something great that I haven't tried, but still go back to the same old cookies and candies.  My dh is complaining about all the books that are stacking up, plus I finally went through all my mag. and tore out all the things I wanted to make,notsure if I will ever get around to useing them but they were to good to toss.&lt;br /&gt;It is cold today and I want to bake something, but I have so much to do not sure if I will get to it.&lt;br /&gt;I found this in one of my mag. and just loved it. &lt;br /&gt;A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.&lt;br /&gt;So when trouble comes, it always does, I hope to remember this. &lt;br /&gt;May the Lord wrap you in his arm until I can wrap you in mine.  love m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-7267070392620118164?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/7267070392620118164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=7267070392620118164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7267070392620118164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7267070392620118164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-day.html' title='Another day.'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-6908683258237985243</id><published>2009-10-22T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:41:37.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ug!</title><content type='html'>Well today is rainy and gloomy.  And I feel just that!  Just found another idea for Christmas gifts.  I go between yah and oh well.  Everyday goes just like the other and I haven't started a blasted thing.  I get what I need to get done but nothing for Christmas.  I'm not sure a promise note will do.  I know I will feel better when I can get started but mdh doesn't like anything in his way and with a small house that is impossible.  I have started telling him that this year I want the Christmas tree up, and he looks at the table by his chair(that is where the tree needs to go, the only place it fits) and he would have to give up putting his things on the table.  May I say it went over like a lead balloon.  I have to ask, is it worth the struggle with him or just give up again and not feel like Christmas again.  Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we are going back to "The Little House on the Praire", all homemade things, I dearly love it when I get such special things, but I feel bad when I think that my family will only get homemade things.  Wonder why I feel that way.  Maybe , it is because I really don't do things very well.  I just tell them, it is the thought that counts.  Now that I see that statement, it sound very shallow.   I think I will start to make bread this afternoon, that will make me feel better, just the smell will up my spirit.  Hug your dear ones and hold them close, there is nothing that can make you feel great.  love m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6908683258237985243?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6908683258237985243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6908683258237985243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6908683258237985243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6908683258237985243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/10/ug.html' title='Ug!'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-2863427417561327773</id><published>2009-10-12T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:47:00.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m back'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, winter came a bit early, Ug!  I was praying for a long fall a short winter and a long spring with a short summer.   They say becarefull what you wish for it could come true.  Sure glad I'm not in charge of it all!&lt;br /&gt;For some reason our OES dog is shedding,  she didn't shed before and now it is coming out is clumps.  She doesn't have anything wrong with her but I guess the puppy fuz is now falling out , sure does look funny. &lt;br /&gt;I have pictures to put on here but I just found out Christmas is just about 70 days away and since I'm making the gifts , I better get with the program so I don't go crazy at the last min.   Just love RL pictures,  but couldn't leave her a message, not sure why.  I hope the beauty of the season makes your heart sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-2863427417561327773?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/2863427417561327773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=2863427417561327773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/2863427417561327773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/2863427417561327773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-winter-came-bit-early-ug-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-6974207445112407047</id><published>2009-03-03T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:15:28.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up</title><content type='html'>well thats all for today.  Everything that my helper said to do isn't working.  So maybe I will do more tomorrow.  Maybe not, it sure is discouraging to not be able to read the instructions , they are so clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6974207445112407047?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6974207445112407047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6974207445112407047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6974207445112407047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6974207445112407047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-give-up.html' title='I give up'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-3655840485938899915</id><published>2009-03-03T15:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:06:15.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>still working on it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2pdqiuh4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YOHy15xQdzM/s1600-h/100_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309085862840928130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2pdqiuh4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YOHy15xQdzM/s320/100_0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2pdVFgpdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7JyNQzrCJSU/s1600-h/100_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309085857081238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2pdVFgpdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7JyNQzrCJSU/s320/100_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2pdHvvCpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/clXDmdmuaO8/s1600-h/100_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309085853500246674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2pdHvvCpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/clXDmdmuaO8/s320/100_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/370683693831530507-3655840485938899915?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3655840485938899915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3655840485938899915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3655840485938899915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3655840485938899915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-working-on-it.html' title='still working on it'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2pdqiuh4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YOHy15xQdzM/s72-c/100_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-8675827517361917748</id><published>2009-03-03T15:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:56:17.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ups</title><content type='html'>ok, just when I feel proud of my self , I do this.  Don't know what I did but nothing came out, oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8675827517361917748?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8675827517361917748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8675827517361917748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8675827517361917748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8675827517361917748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/ups_03.html' title='ups'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-838363437145635883</id><published>2009-03-03T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:54:59.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2m_Loq5RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GP9zTKZx76U/s1600-h/100_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309083140125025554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2m_Loq5RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GP9zTKZx76U/s320/100_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2m-5GfCzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQrKGciFEEY/s1600-h/100_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309083135149804338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2m-5GfCzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vQrKGciFEEY/s320/100_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/370683693831530507-838363437145635883?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/838363437145635883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=838363437145635883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/838363437145635883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/838363437145635883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/ups.html' title='ups'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sa2m_Loq5RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GP9zTKZx76U/s72-c/100_0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-4308015928069997487</id><published>2009-03-02T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:17:14.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll get more</title><content type='html'>My helper came over and  wrote down what I need to do .  I put some pictures, sorry not on ev&lt;br /&gt;eryone, but will get more of everyone tomorrow.  Just glad I could get any.  Yah  My daughter(aka my helper) helps me so much!!!!!!!!!!  and does it without making me feel dumb.  And she could, she knows me too well.  See more pictures  tomorrow,(I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-4308015928069997487?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4308015928069997487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=4308015928069997487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4308015928069997487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4308015928069997487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-get-more.html' title='I&apos;ll get more'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-5676899602322214337</id><published>2009-03-02T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:13:12.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>at her play,baileys first day with us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayD7tkg_aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oKK-kMAl9g4/s1600-h/HPIM1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308763122631245218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayD7tkg_aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oKK-kMAl9g4/s320/HPIM1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayD7es9wMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W9rNucspQ6I/s1600-h/HPIM1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308763118640152770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayD7es9wMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W9rNucspQ6I/s320/HPIM1340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/370683693831530507-5676899602322214337?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/5676899602322214337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=5676899602322214337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5676899602322214337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5676899602322214337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-her-playbaileys-first-day-with-us.html' title='at her play,baileys first day with us'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayD7tkg_aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oKK-kMAl9g4/s72-c/HPIM1330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-5071192207444329804</id><published>2009-03-02T18:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:59:32.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses, beauth queen,and I forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayAtS--2yI/AAAAAAAAADw/fdOEeO9LfFs/s1600-h/100_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308759576441445154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayAtS--2yI/AAAAAAAAADw/fdOEeO9LfFs/s320/100_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayAtErDBWI/AAAAAAAAADo/KyJ1VDCTdRM/s1600-h/100_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308759572599735650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayAtErDBWI/AAAAAAAAADo/KyJ1VDCTdRM/s320/100_0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayAs204MKI/AAAAAAAAADg/fd04iPK1_OQ/s1600-h/100_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308759568882872482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayAs204MKI/AAAAAAAAADg/fd04iPK1_OQ/s320/100_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/370683693831530507-5071192207444329804?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/5071192207444329804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=5071192207444329804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5071192207444329804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5071192207444329804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/kisses-beauth-queenand-i-forget.html' title='kisses, beauth queen,and I forget'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SayAtS--2yI/AAAAAAAAADw/fdOEeO9LfFs/s72-c/100_0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-1459518712519990745</id><published>2009-03-02T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:50:55.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th birthday, and odds and ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-wTzvfUI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTH5Df1X5Jc/s1600-h/100_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308757429179088194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-wTzvfUI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTH5Df1X5Jc/s320/100_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-v6AUd_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/TcvpZ0lxbko/s1600-h/100_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308757422252521458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-v6AUd_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/TcvpZ0lxbko/s320/100_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-vwZcDZI/AAAAAAAAADI/WbW3Im1Y3pU/s1600-h/100_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308757419673521554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-vwZcDZI/AAAAAAAAADI/WbW3Im1Y3pU/s320/100_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-vqnneRI/AAAAAAAAADA/APl6zujk4tA/s1600-h/100_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308757418122377490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-vqnneRI/AAAAAAAAADA/APl6zujk4tA/s320/100_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/370683693831530507-1459518712519990745?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1459518712519990745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1459518712519990745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1459518712519990745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1459518712519990745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/4th-birthday-and-odds-and-ends.html' title='4th birthday, and odds and ends'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/Sax-wTzvfUI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTH5Df1X5Jc/s72-c/100_0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-8098051942730778878</id><published>2009-03-02T12:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:34:34.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fun, fun, and ouch</title><content type='html'>I think every mom has watch as kids get a gift and then play with the box.  Well , this weekend they discovered the new dog carrier.  It is all open (metal) and large enough for them to get in.  They took pillows, two kids, or one kid and the dog.  I have pictures of them having fun being in the pin.  They played for hours,  not sure if I should put the pictures on the blog, I can see someone looking at them and saying that is child abuse.  My family will appreciate it but not sure of strangers. &lt;br /&gt;I felt so sorry for my 4th grandchild , she hit her toe and it reall hurt.  I told her I had do the same thing and it hurt so bad , I almost wet myself.  It didn't help her pain though.  I am waiting to see if it is broken or not.  Ug,  I work so hard to keep them safe , then something jumps out and gets a toe, ok it didn't jump out, but sure hate to have them hurt.&lt;br /&gt;If my helper comes over to show me how to put pictures on my blog(again) I have some really good ones(for me).&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you blessings and love and laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8098051942730778878?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8098051942730778878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8098051942730778878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8098051942730778878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8098051942730778878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-fun-and-ouch.html' title='fun, fun, and ouch'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-8437030533404243418</id><published>2009-02-23T17:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:17:05.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>funny things</title><content type='html'>This week-end was sort of a quiet one.  My husband takes over with the new puppy, I'm trying to train both of them.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to find a small(softball size) and can't believe there isn't any around here.  So, my hubby looked after he got of work, he found a red one(easy to see outside) the only thing is it doesn't bounce much its rd and weights about 2 lbs.  Bailey loves it, just her size.  In the house I just throw-itunderhand and it rolls so she can go get it.  Ok, I played softball in my youth and early adult hood, I wasn't good but I enjoyed it.  I'm not braging but I just want you to understand I can throw and catch a ball.  Well, my husbands chair sits just outside the kitchen, and I throw the toys, ball to the kitchen for her to run and get.  Ok, sunday Bailey brought her ball for me to throw so I tossed it over the t.v. tray and my hubby.  Well, my plan didn't work, the ball hit the t.v. tray and bounced over it to hit his ankle.  I am so lucky to have a husband that can see the silly side of things...I was so embarresd , it had to hurt, but we just laughed over how dumbit was.&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to get Bailey to exercse, my hubby took her into the back yard for her to play fetch.  When he came in he was winded, he said "boy I sure got my workout"  I asked him what had happened he replyed "everytime I threw the ball she would go to it and sit down and wait for me to get it .  I just told him she was training him well.  Didn't I say I had to train them both?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can always see the funny side of life and are able to see your blessings , even the small ones.  C  PS  I know that I have some wordsthat are wrong, but my spell check isn't working.  use your imagination.  All so, when I went in to correct it , it ate all the rest of the words, can anyone know why and how to stop it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8437030533404243418?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8437030533404243418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8437030533404243418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8437030533404243418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8437030533404243418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-things.html' title='funny things'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1752839064033965647</id><published>2009-02-09T16:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:36:50.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up</title><content type='html'>Ok, it has been a long time since I've been on this thing.  And I had to reset my password.  I found the paper my daughter made for me to get pictures...my husband put my pictures on the (not sure where he put them) and they were not where they were supposed to be.  So now I have to wait for him to get home, I know he is going to tell me he put them somewhere, not making since , I have been doing insurance today...all bad of course.  Now I'm about to stroke out , I hate when things change and I don't know what to do.   UG!!! I just need to somewhere and scream  my stress level is to high to measure.  Oh well tomorrow is another day.  Sure hope I have a better day,  Monday is always difficult day.  I hope your day went better than mine.  C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1752839064033965647?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1752839064033965647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1752839064033965647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1752839064033965647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1752839064033965647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-give-up.html' title='I give up'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-8473068061815157594</id><published>2008-10-23T10:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:34:49.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more time</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I didn't tell who it is.......my 1st daughter and my youngest daughters oldest.  Wow, had to think on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8473068061815157594?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8473068061815157594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8473068061815157594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8473068061815157594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8473068061815157594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-time.html' title='One more time'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-4073486160810926879</id><published>2008-10-23T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:33:05.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>Hi, I was so pleased with getting the picture to work, I didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;label&lt;/span&gt; it.  It was taken at our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July run-a-muck party.  Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-4073486160810926879?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4073486160810926879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=4073486160810926879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4073486160810926879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4073486160810926879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-8492936026306039921</id><published>2008-10-22T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:45:30.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>your it?</title><content type='html'>Don't know if I did it right...but here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8492936026306039921?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8492936026306039921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8492936026306039921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8492936026306039921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8492936026306039921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-it.html' title='your it?'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-4579237920997008430</id><published>2008-10-22T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:43:49.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SP90TKTbWxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iuQB0iKXzoo/s1600-h/HPIM1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260050762324204306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SP90TKTbWxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iuQB0iKXzoo/s320/HPIM1205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-4579237920997008430?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4579237920997008430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=4579237920997008430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4579237920997008430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4579237920997008430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SP90TKTbWxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iuQB0iKXzoo/s72-c/HPIM1205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-3342123356534581439</id><published>2008-10-20T18:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:43:42.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun, fun , fun!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to remember that while I was at my oldest daughters home, it rained everyday.  Their town has such different shops , I thought that I would hit the main street.  Well, by the time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;struggled&lt;/span&gt; with my cane, and then the umbrella, I was past having patients for that.   One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; I sprung out of the chair not knowing why until I woke up more,  the rain had gotten worse and it was making a lot of noise on the house.  My little house is so protected, that if I hear the storm, I know it is really bad.  Sure felt silly, but I was ready to protect the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with them brought back memories of when they were staying with me.  Man, they can keep you young.  I really enjoyed going to school to help #3 with her class ring, she needed to have it sized .  She designed it herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were up and doing their chores like nothing flat.   It all went to fast, with them in school and work , I just wanted to write a note and have them play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hookie&lt;/span&gt;.  But alas, the adult in me&lt;br /&gt;won out.  It is a lot  of fun seeing them growing up, I am sure proud of them.  I think my husband was jealous, he used to go up and be with them when I worked, which was every weekend that he need to be up there .  And of course , I was jealous of the time that he spent with them.  But it was fun seeing all the fun he had with him.  He sees things in such a funny way.  What a story teller he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and  great memories.  Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3342123356534581439?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3342123356534581439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3342123356534581439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3342123356534581439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3342123356534581439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun, fun , fun!'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-6669954994887893149</id><published>2008-10-20T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:16:42.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer mom(sub.)</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't been a soccer mom before.  Even though I was a sub. it was just as much fun.  My daughter has her 3 oldest in soccer.  My daughter asked if we could watch her 4 for four days and of course I was ready that day.   And when she ask if we could take them to their soccer games, well do I have to say, of course it was a go.  Thank goodness they had their games(all except one) at different times.   Boy, did they all play great!!!  Her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 3rd both made goals and really played great, her first didn't make a goal but she almost did and boy did she play great.  I can see the difference from last year, they have all gotten a lot better.  I packed a lunch and some snacks so between the second and third game, there was time to get to have a picnic(we stayed with the car)  Her youngest was going all the time, she put just as much energy as her sisters did.  (she f&lt;br /&gt;ell asleep watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; that evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I kept an eye on the little one, her sisters take turns keeping her playing.  On the last game, her 3rd was playing with the youngest.  I turned around to see the little one take off, she was headed for the bathrooms.  Her older  sister called to her and she took off after her, she didn't miss a heart beat.  She caught up to her before I could get out of my chair.  I was so impressed that she was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt;.  She didn't complain she just knew she had to get her.  It is so good to see all of them taking care of each other.  Later, when they are teens , I hope they remember that they once stuck together.  I'm sure they will.  I will have to brag on my husband.  He stuck it out and watched all the games,  right beside me.  He only left the games a few times and then came right back.  He had to carry the chairs, the girls helped with the lighter one, and he didn't complain once!   He is so funny, he kept wanting the girls to follow the ball, I tried to tell him that they have to stay with the position that the coach gave them.  But then I have to admit, I really don't know the rules.  They didn't have soccer when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray your burdens are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disguised&lt;/span&gt; as blessing .  Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6669954994887893149?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6669954994887893149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6669954994887893149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6669954994887893149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6669954994887893149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer-momsub.html' title='soccer mom(sub.)'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-770963516877557603</id><published>2008-10-20T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:39:21.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more fun!</title><content type='html'>I recently got a call from my oldest daughter asking if I could come for about 3 days to look after her 3.  Did she need to ask, I was practally packed before she was off the phone.  I used to get to look after her little ones, but since they grew up, I can only count on a visit now and then.  Sure is good to be needed.  Her 3 are practally grown and boy was it fun!!  I took things to do when they were in school, and I didn't do a thing, talk about a vegatable.  She has lots of anamils, I think they outnumber the humans.  They are all so lovie, but I think one is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can't wait to get my oes.......it is getting closer and closer.  Now to think of a name, I think I will have to see her first to see what she looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest daughter was going to be Melody,  ok, thank goodness she didn't look like that name would fit.  I gave her a pretty name,  my mother in law ask why I had selected that name .  When I ask why she ask that, she said she wanted to name her only daughter that, but she didn't.  I'm not sure I have ever told my daughter that story.  Kind of freeky don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find your blessing everytime you open your eyes.  Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-770963516877557603?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/770963516877557603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=770963516877557603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/770963516877557603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/770963516877557603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-fun.html' title='more fun!'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-7584530001184747983</id><published>2008-10-09T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:44:50.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The week after</title><content type='html'>Well I'm about a week late on the pictures, my daughter came and helped me again.  She is so busy , I really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the pictures on she left and she told me how to put in my notes.  Well, I did it and everything went away.  I'm still on a roll, this is the third time for this to happen, UG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is she put the directions on my note book, YAH.  So, today I put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to get my oes.  So close and so far away.  I still feel that it is a , I want, and I hardly say that I want anything.  My life is pretty full of everything I need.  So I feel selfish to have an I want.  I have prayed on it , and I get excited by what the Lord puts on my heart, then I look at what I need to make the house run and then I feel guilty.  I should just go with it, after all my husband just went and bought a moter cycle with out any thought to what the house needed.  Then , he went and bought all the things that he thought he needed to make him feel good about riding it.  Including a leather jacket(I bought it for him, I'm such a pushover) As he says we will never get the price for the bike , he has put so much things on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest daughter almost talked me into a cat.  He is such a lover , even though , I not a cat lover.  But my husband said he was allergic to cats so that was a bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is here I think, I just love the weather, the bad thing is I don't make it outside except to water.  I'm going to have to work on it.  Maybe the puppy(if I get her) will take me for walks.&lt;br /&gt;I did check on a class to teach her and me how to act.  It is called Puppy Kindergarten , how cute is that.  I will diffently start from the first ,  training her to be a good citizen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find you greatest blessings in just being yourself.   Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-7584530001184747983?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/7584530001184747983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=7584530001184747983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7584530001184747983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/7584530001184747983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-after.html' title='The week after'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1806885134556028633</id><published>2008-10-09T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:24:14.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tbEKQkSI/AAAAAAAAACY/O5HrItgdpxI/s1600-h/HPIM1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187758184436002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tbEKQkSI/AAAAAAAAACY/O5HrItgdpxI/s320/HPIM1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe she will be playing next year?   Grandaughter#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tbT8csaI/AAAAAAAAACg/s5j3M8Y5GRs/s1600-h/HPIM1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187762421477794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tbT8csaI/AAAAAAAAACg/s5j3M8Y5GRs/s320/HPIM1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't believe she is so big. Grandaughter#6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tblKU2qI/AAAAAAAAACo/PWpvBbr4JuI/s1600-h/HPIM1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187767043087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tblKU2qI/AAAAAAAAACo/PWpvBbr4JuI/s320/HPIM1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see a teenager in the making? Grandaughter#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tbijT7ZI/AAAAAAAAACw/48qOS1x8P48/s1600-h/HPIM1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255187766342577554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tbijT7ZI/AAAAAAAAACw/48qOS1x8P48/s320/HPIM1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Winning stand! Grandaughter#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1806885134556028633?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1806885134556028633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1806885134556028633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1806885134556028633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1806885134556028633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SO4tbEKQkSI/AAAAAAAAACY/O5HrItgdpxI/s72-c/HPIM1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-8385752036153991607</id><published>2008-09-24T18:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:38:44.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIqhy2-OI/AAAAAAAAABo/aGf3YzpFXn8/s1600-h/HPIM1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249728948605483234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIqhy2-OI/AAAAAAAAABo/aGf3YzpFXn8/s320/HPIM1280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #3granddaughter(doesn't she take a great picture?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIq5IZMmI/AAAAAAAAABw/E8nYJ0FMguo/s1600-h/HPIM1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249728954869822050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIq5IZMmI/AAAAAAAAABw/E8nYJ0FMguo/s320/HPIM1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #1grandson(can't believe it ,does he needs to shave?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIKCx7YFI/AAAAAAAAABA/9QU0oJKsNCg/s1600-h/HPIM1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249728390524264530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIKCx7YFI/AAAAAAAAABA/9QU0oJKsNCg/s320/HPIM1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #1 is #76(it is my first time to get to see him play, he did so great, and they won,Yea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIKCs9zyI/AAAAAAAAABI/iK3lvf8IYJI/s1600-h/HPIM1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249728390503452450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIKCs9zyI/AAAAAAAAABI/iK3lvf8IYJI/s320/HPIM1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; go get them(only yesterday he was sitting on my lap, he still could,but don't think he will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIKk2ZTtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/akBHafj7A-Y/s1600-h/HPIM1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249728399669808850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIKk2ZTtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/akBHafj7A-Y/s320/HPIM1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ready set go(I had trouble taking a picture and watching the game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIK982dvI/AAAAAAAAABY/vRWoRuvbbCU/s1600-h/HPIM1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249728406407771890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIK982dvI/AAAAAAAAABY/vRWoRuvbbCU/s320/HPIM1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't he look great is his football uniform(is that what they call it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrILP68wDI/AAAAAAAAABg/tJuC3ajQ12M/s1600-h/HPIM1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249728411231633458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrILP68wDI/AAAAAAAAABg/tJuC3ajQ12M/s320/HPIM1265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #2 granddaughter( she is trying to talk her mom into something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/370683693831530507-8385752036153991607?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8385752036153991607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8385752036153991607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8385752036153991607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8385752036153991607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/3granddaughterdoesnt-she-take-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SNrIqhy2-OI/AAAAAAAAABo/aGf3YzpFXn8/s72-c/HPIM1280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-4545171623774881886</id><published>2008-09-20T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:39:46.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At last the weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why the weekend is better than the weekday but I feel like I have more time on the weekend.  Even though I'm probably busier on the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to bake for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; covered dish at the church, don't know why but when I bake to take something somewhere it never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;turns&lt;/span&gt; out.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is mowing now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he comes in he sees me sitting down, I don't think he thinks I do anything.  He takes lots of breaks, but he says he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;works&lt;/span&gt; harder than I do.  He says when he works he sweats.  I told him I sweat too when I work around here, he just looked at me in disbelief.  Men, can't live with them and their moms don't want them back.  Only kidding, I think. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back just after Christmas, I found a big stuffed Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; Sheepdog. Really cheap, the same size as a live one.  Well I was cleaning the spare bedroom and there was Olivia.  So , I put her is the dryer on just air(I read somewhere that is what you are supposed to do with stuffed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;animals&lt;/span&gt; to make them fresh again)Well when she was through, I put her on the couch.  When my husband came home home , he about had a heart attack, he thought she was real and I had bought one.  I just laughed at him, then I looked at her from the side.  Her fur was standing straight up, she did look like a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would miss not having a dog around.  I guess I haven't been without one to love in a very long time.  There are times that I can almost see Olivia coming up the hallway.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt; I know, but sure miss having her on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to sit my cream cheese out so I have a little more time before I frost the orange brownie like thing.  Sure hope it tastes good.  Other wise I will tell everyone that my husband made it.  He will get a kick out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Heavenly Father pour out his blessings on you and your family!  Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-4545171623774881886?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4545171623774881886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=4545171623774881886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4545171623774881886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4545171623774881886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-last-weekend.html' title='At last the weekend'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-8837777912765374124</id><published>2008-09-18T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:33:18.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looking forward</title><content type='html'>Wow, another great day.  One day closer to Christmas, Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go watch my grandson play football!!!!!  Where did all the time go?  It just seems like yesterday that he was small enough to sit on my lap.  Now he is taller than I am.  I have tried to look at things a little more positive.  I was looking at it that I really hated to have my grandchildren grow out of the "I am better than peanut butter" ( that is they thought I was better than peanut butter)  Now it is harder to get time for them to visit, they are so busy with their lives.  I wouldn't have it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; way, they are all such a blessing.  Now , I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forcing&lt;/span&gt; myself to think how lucky I am to have had them so close to me.  My oldest granddaughter told my a few years ago that she was going to do what her mom had done.  When I asked what that was , she said, I am going to have my children come and stay with you.  What a great thing to say.   They better hurry, my sister is on her great,great grandchild.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know it is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter just called to ask me to go to lunch with her.  We live in the same town , but we have to make a date to see each other.   I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tind&lt;/span&gt; to stay inside a lot, a big day for me is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbors father is suffering from cancer.  I came back with a bang.  He is not sure how much longer he will be with them.  So, if you would like to pray for him his name is Charles, and please pray for his family too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray your day is blessed with friends , family and laughter.  Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8837777912765374124?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8837777912765374124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8837777912765374124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8837777912765374124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8837777912765374124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/looking-forward.html' title='looking forward'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-759108515868825036</id><published>2008-09-16T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:27:34.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is too quiet</title><content type='html'>Just talked to my youngest, she and the girls told me a joke, got my first laugh of the day.  Hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was talking to her, I realized why I'm so out of sorts.  I had them this weekend, and the house came alive with them here.  Now the house is so quiet, I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my hair cut today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;!  It has turned curly after my radiation treatment.  I have always had body to my hair maybe a little curl.  Now it takes off on its on.  I don't know what to do for it.  Now that it is getting cooler I thought I would let it grow a little.  No way!  I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;duddy&lt;/span&gt;(it that a work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; maybe my word) and I can't do a thing with it.  I have to put so much hair spray on it to just get by, and if the wind blows it all takes off.  Hope it helps, I need a boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you so many blessing you get tired trying to catch them all.  Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-759108515868825036?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/759108515868825036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=759108515868825036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/759108515868825036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/759108515868825036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-too-quiet.html' title='It is too quiet'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-8534550072843097280</id><published>2008-09-15T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:15:38.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday morn.</title><content type='html'>It has stopped raining and the sun is out.  Can't believe the flowers need to be watered.  They are on the porch and didn't get the rain that the other flowers did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting the feeling of going in the closet and shutting the door.  If only there was room for me.  That along is a downer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be in constant prayer today...maybe I should be quiet and listen for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun weekend , the grandchildren were here.  What fun,  sure needed all the hugs and kisses I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , the flowers are calling me, and since I can't go into the closet, I need to get busy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your blessings out weight your problems!    Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-8534550072843097280?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/8534550072843097280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=8534550072843097280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8534550072843097280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/8534550072843097280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-morn_15.html' title='Monday morn.'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-3605138814862458664</id><published>2008-09-10T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:06:50.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed. morn</title><content type='html'>To all who read my blog(book)last time, I will try not to do that again.  The word is try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of my parents lately.  Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, don't know why, I started thinking of being on the farm and bugging my dad to go milk the cows.  My dad didn't believe females should be out where the men did their work.  We were to be in the house where the women were.  So , I guess, that made what he did look all the better.  The barn was really old, full of, (well you know) and a 1 10 watt bulb to lite the milking stalls.  He did let me go and milk the cows a few times.  He would put me at the last cow(the one that had kickers on and a sore bag) I would be there scared to death.  Remember , I was little and the cow was BIG, and I would not let my dad know that I was scared.  He would milk all the cows(about 15 I think) and then have to come and finish off my cow.  I always wondered if he did that on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt;  so I wouldn't want to go out again.  I finally ask him just before he died if he had done that , he looked at me strange(like I had been smoking something)and said no.  My dad was a straight shooter.  I mean , if he gave his word that was his bond.  He was the strong silent type.  He had a great laugh and could tell a story on about anything.  You just had to look at the twinkle in his eye to know if he was leading you on.    The last thing he said (to grandpa Floyd) was, "Have I got a story for you".  I guess Heavenly Father got to hear it.  Sure glad He has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;humor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready for the 4 younger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt;(there not babies anymore, but I'm having trouble letting them grow up) I think they will be the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt; and I'm holding on tight!  Of course, I always pray for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;miracles&lt;/span&gt;,   Heavenly Father has his hand on everything and I'm not getting rid of the baby crib that all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt; have used.  I know just what they like to have to eat while they are here so I stock up.  I don't think it is going to work out for them to swim while they're here.  They will probably try, I will load them up on juice and pray they don't get sick.  The house comes to life when they are here.  What fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first visit that Cleo won't be here.  I will be hard I think.  The little one still talks about her cat that has been gone for years.  How precious she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is still cool(cold) in the morning and I am fighting myself so I don't bake something.  I will just eat it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;  I usually just bake and send it to my husbands work, that way I don't have it around calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you have to put your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;umbrella&lt;/span&gt; upside down to catch all your blessings!  Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3605138814862458664?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3605138814862458664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3605138814862458664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3605138814862458664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3605138814862458664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/wed-morn.html' title='Wed. morn'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-3459859537236139344</id><published>2008-09-08T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:11:59.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday morn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, one more time, and I give up on this blog.  I just spent a lot of time putting my thoughts on&lt;br /&gt;the blog and it is in outer space somewhere.  Maybe it to much for me to think about.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morn. isn't my most fun time.  That is when I have to pay bills,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But as I put out the bills to be mailed, I saw for the first time what the weather was.  My husband took the car so I figured out that it would be raining sometime today, but it is just overcast and cool.  People usually think of a day like this is a downer.  But, not me, it just makes me want to bake.  You see, on cold days when I used to live  at home on the farm, my mom would always bake on days like this.  It wasn't until I was older I understood why she did that.  We lived on a farm and were very poor.  She baked on cold days not just so we could have something to eat but also to keep us warm.  Smart lady, my mom was very talented!   I don't think I ever saw her try something that she didn't do very well.  She made wedding cakes(without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;air condition&lt;/span&gt;), painted(I'm so lucky that I have some of her pictured on my walls) she could make her home look like a house out of a book by going to garage sales and watching for someone to move and buy what they didn't want. She also would sew all our cloths. I still have a dress from high school. I have loaned it to my nieces to wear and it now waits for my granddaughter to wear or possibly laugh at the thought of wearing it.    She was a typical farm wife , had a large garden, had chickens and cows.  My dad would milk the cows and she would do the rest.  She would can all the food we would use for the year.  We grew up without running water or a bathroom in the house.  I don't remember things as being bad, we always had food to eat and a safe place to sleep.  My mother would spend all day washing our cloths.  Now, it was not like it is now for kids.  We got a new dress at the start of the school year and another at Easter.  My mom was a Great seamstress!  So we had to keep out cloths in good repair and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for what we had.  There was no time given to plan what you would wear for the day, like the kids today do.  There was one closet for four girls and my parents.  So we didn't spend time trying to figure out what to wear.  If you just have eight outfits all you do is make sure you had one in the closet to wear on cloths washing day.   She did this in the wash house, still no running water.  She had to pack the water in and then heat the water herself.  She did this in different ways depending on what year it was and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; else would come out to help women with the wash.  I remember she had one thing that she would plug in and then drop into the water, that was supposed to heat the water,we were told not to go near the washing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt; or we could get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;electrocuted&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess it worked , I was young at the time. Praise the Lord thing are different for me and my family!  My job was to take in all the cloths when I would get home from school.  There would bet several lines of cloths that included the linens and bedding.   I always thought I was being picked on because I had two older sisters(5and 6 years older) I never thought of all the work my mom had done all day just to get them washed and dried.  I sure hope I thanked her for all she did for all of us before she died.  I just hope my children and grandchildren remember back to their childhood with great memories.  We knew how to play without toys, on a farm it is a lot easier to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; a place to play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for Old English Sheepdogs.  I found a family in another state who will have puppies by Christmas. ( I posted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oes&lt;/span&gt; that I had a long time ago on this blog.)  I have been thinking of getting another since our dog Cleo went to play in Heaven.  Looking for another dog has helped since Cleo passing.  I know that you can never replace a dog that you have lost but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;oes&lt;/span&gt; has helped me through my sadness.  But alas, things don't always work out like we want them.  She is saving me a female but it looks like this is not to be.  So , I guess I'm back to square one(or probably minus one)  I know it is just a dog, but I have always wanted one since Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have learned by now in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; to not say what I would like.  My husband will try to get me this.  You see we had goats when my children were home, and have always said I would like to have them again.  My husband just couldn't get past it and had a woman where he works tell me all the work that having goats would be.  Now really we live in town and goats are out of the question.  I have always said I wanted a milking cow.  You do realize some wants really aren't supposed to come true.  It is just fun to think of them.  But back to the first.  Several years ago(before I figured out not to tell my husband what I wanted) there was a movie staring Steve Martin and I think Goldy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hawn&lt;/span&gt;(not sure if that is how you spell it) and in that movie was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;oes&lt;/span&gt;.  I told my husband about it .  It was Christmas time and guess what I got.  Wrong, he got me a min. fox terrier. He was working out of state and so he had to keep her with him until he got back home.  By then she had bonded with him,  I think she loved me, just in a different way.  I was the alpha dog, my husband is the push over .  I have never liked small dogs, only Big ones.  So, I  told my husband if she snapped or bit the grandchildren, I didn't care how much she cost , she would have to go.  Now , that little dog was great with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;littleones&lt;/span&gt;, and great company to me when my husband was out of state and I was home alone.  That winter was a big one on snow and I had just put in new carpeting.  Little dogs don't like to go outside when it is cold, wet or if there is snow that touches their bellies.  Training Cleo was a challenge,( I told my husband that he owed me a lot for that one.)   The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;littleones&lt;/span&gt; would carry her like a baby, dress her up , they even put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; wig on her.  They just treated her like their baby.  Well a few weeks ago (as I said before) Cleo , went to heaven.  She had congestive heart failure.  I couldn't take her to her last trip to the vet.  So my dear daughter took her for me.  She even took care of resting place for us.  What would I do without my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am now all wet with tears,  I even cry at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; when there is a commercial.  So glad I don't have to go anywhere today.  I will be saving money and will get some thing done around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Heavenly Father bless you.   Char-&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I write like I talk so bare with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-3459859537236139344?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/3459859537236139344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=3459859537236139344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3459859537236139344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/3459859537236139344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-morn_08.html' title='Monday morn.'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-4145359439856686656</id><published>2008-09-06T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:32:26.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SMLMeV_feEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9xv1fGPYy1E/s1600-h/Friday,+August+15,+2008+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242977737884268610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SMLMeV_feEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9xv1fGPYy1E/s320/Friday,+August+15,+2008+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter is underneath Olivia being squished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-4145359439856686656?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/4145359439856686656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=4145359439856686656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4145359439856686656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/4145359439856686656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/olivia.html' title='Olivia'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SMLMeV_feEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9xv1fGPYy1E/s72-c/Friday,+August+15,+2008+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-9039649552273231052</id><published>2008-09-06T12:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:28:34.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a test of the post, this is only a test had it been an emergency well I'm not sure what would have happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-9039649552273231052?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/9039649552273231052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=9039649552273231052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/9039649552273231052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/9039649552273231052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-test-of-post-this-is-only-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-1697580426822922350</id><published>2008-09-04T12:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:17:02.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really Thursday?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I just took 30 min. to write a very long letter and when I went to post it, it disappeared  Ug!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will go into it later or maybe tomorrow. Char&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-1697580426822922350?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/1697580426822922350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=1697580426822922350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1697580426822922350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/1697580426822922350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-really-thursday.html' title='Is it really Thursday?'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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-370683693831530507.post-5928704753730186740</id><published>2008-09-01T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:29:55.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SLwXoS1P16I/AAAAAAAAAAo/S8JDsVgNjW8/s1600-h/HPIM1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090047369795490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SLwXoS1P16I/AAAAAAAAAAo/S8JDsVgNjW8/s320/HPIM1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Almost the whole gang for the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SLwXooat9vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vnwc1JZOL3k/s1600-h/HPIM1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090053164103410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SLwXooat9vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vnwc1JZOL3k/s320/HPIM1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of the view of our back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-5928704753730186740?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/5928704753730186740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=5928704753730186740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5928704753730186740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/5928704753730186740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/09/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SLwXoS1P16I/AAAAAAAAAAo/S8JDsVgNjW8/s72-c/HPIM1215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370683693831530507.post-6493639249336756750</id><published>2008-08-31T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:50:35.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SLsgBJEWlrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g_vMApyG5Rk/s1600-h/HPIM1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240817795361838770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SLsgBJEWlrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g_vMApyG5Rk/s320/HPIM1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 4th of July camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370683693831530507-6493639249336756750?l=1beautywithin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/feeds/6493639249336756750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370683693831530507&amp;postID=6493639249336756750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6493639249336756750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370683693831530507/posts/default/6493639249336756750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1beautywithin.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-4th-of-july-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Beauty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00202033265494182020</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/_ZmkXYGD7Tmw/SLsgBJEWlrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/g_vMApyG5Rk/s72-c/HPIM1219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
