<?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-24574975</id><updated>2012-01-21T13:04:40.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is Broken</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>751</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1473459083736045454</id><published>2010-11-22T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:01:39.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i am moving....</title><content type='html'>i have created a new blog called SILENCE IS BROKEN TWO,TOO,TO&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i have sort of posted on it ... and after this I will not be posting here so please follow me to the new place I will be fixen it up really soon for today its plain jane....&lt;br /&gt;DAD when you have internet again call me I will tell you what to do ok&lt;br /&gt;I decided i will not close this blog but I also wont be posting here any more....&lt;br /&gt;so here is where you can find me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://silenceisbroken2.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://silenceisbroken2.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-1473459083736045454?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1473459083736045454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1473459083736045454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1473459083736045454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1473459083736045454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-i-am-moving.html' title='ok i am moving....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-5861125853979522237</id><published>2010-11-22T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:13:36.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well hell</title><content type='html'>i had 10 new pics to load 9 were done when suddenly google tells me i have used up all of my space... now i have to decide to buy more space or figure out something else...&lt;br /&gt;grrrr guess i will go clean and debate on what i desire .... sigh... agrivating .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-5861125853979522237?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/5861125853979522237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=5861125853979522237&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5861125853979522237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5861125853979522237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-hell.html' title='well hell'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7732847916901397716</id><published>2010-11-20T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:32:42.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The RIGHT thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There are two sides to every story...this- is mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So many of you have seen bits and pieces of the story from me and mom going back and forth about me doin the right thing (MJ HERE IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE) and so i have taken it upon myself to let it out. Many times in history the WRONG thing had to be done to MAKE the RIGHT thing possible...just consider the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember the kid in class that always ruined it for everyone? The one kid that always started up trouble-that nobody..not nobody...not even the teacher would get onto or call out or confront. The kid that&amp;nbsp; was ugly inside and out. That one kid that was selfish and didn't care who got punished for THEIR actions, never took responsibility, thought that things were funny when nobody else was laughing-well yeah-that kid still&amp;nbsp;exists, his name is Jon, and he is in MY automotive class...keep in mind i took auto shop to LEARN because my dad "is too old" and wouldn't teach me or my brother about cars...but in his defense he never has had a lot of time to teach us or a lot of patience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anyways about a week ago I started going to school on time. everyday. just to prove to myself and everyone else that i am not lazy about school-i just hate it because it isnt challenging. The worst thing anyone could ever do to me is tell me that I am incapable of something-an argument like that is simply not in anyone's best interest. Rather than sit and fuss with said person-i will show them. My mom has taught me a thousand different ways in and out of her home that actions speak a million times louder than words-don't know if she noticed-but...it did stick :) Thanks Ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anyways going to school on time everday is honestly not easy for me beacause it consists of much more than just sitting in a desk doing my work. I absolutely hate public school...it's just awful. But truthfully what is hard about school is dealing with the imbeciles that range in age from 14 to 20 that are seemingly ALL on the same maturity level. On top of that- i literally have to"part the waters" to get to my classes because Columbia County decided this school could hold almost 3,000 students and it simply CAN'T. So while i'm attending everyday on time as i should be my tolerance for stupidity just lessens and lessens, so dealing with Jon is especially hard-i digress for 4 and half days i did bite my tongue. Jon is in my auto class which is 3rd and 4th periods. So it's a block class-that makes it two hours. Consider 4th is also lunch period, So really it's 3 hours of my 8 hour day at school. EVERYDAY he does something WRONG. It may be something nano like throwing a paper ball, it may be something like cheating so we ALL get assigned seats, it may be running around in the shop (safety hazard), on this particular day- it was a hammer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;We were working on small honda gas engines in groups of 2 to 4. Jon's group was next to mine-having been absent for a dr. appointment the day before- i was paying attention. you think he was paying attention? HELL NO! I over heard him sayin something about a wrench...two seconds later i hear him yell out "WELL YOU CAN'T RUN FROM A HAMMER"!&amp;nbsp; After that said hammer was thrown and the kid standing next to me got hit with it. As to weather he threw it at the kid it actually hit, I do not know. What i DO know is it was WRONG very very WRONG. My tolerance level hit zero. quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;warning-little ones who read may need not read next section(s) due to foul language and violent content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So my first reaction was to get Jon's attention and ask him what the fuck his problem was.&amp;nbsp;That's what I did. Jon decides it would be a good idea to mawk the hormonal angry pregnant chick who could easily body slam his 90 pound butt. keep in mind i was raised with a 6 foot tall 200 pound older brother-i am not afraid of any boy of any size-especialy one who's IQ is less 45. Anyways he proceeds with his attitude and attempted justification of his actions which goes without saying I was NOT about to have it...He began to curse at me in an unacceptable manner. I believe the argument consisted of these words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jon-"what the fuck is wrong with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;MJ-"you think youre so fuckin funny but youre not-do you see anyone else here laughing? you just THREW&amp;nbsp;a hammer and hit someone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jon-"I don't care, i didn't hurt nobody"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;MJ-"you better be happy you didn't hurt anybody cause even if you hadnt and the shit had hit me youd be in the hospital and id be in jail or in the hospital handcuffed to the bed. youre a dumbass little kid- you need to grow the hell up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jon-"shut the fuck up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;MJ-"keep talkin that shit and ill hand your ass to you, it may not matter to you but some of us have serious safety measures- i almost wish you would have hit me with it, then i could really just smash your head in and feel much better about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am not one for talk- i never have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I do not like the arguing aspect of confrontation so i just... hit him. Now i am not a violent person. I honestly do not believe fighting will get you anywhere...you can ask my mom i have been in ONE fight in school. In fourth grade i got in a fight with a kid named Eddie Jones because i was short and he took my stamp and held it over my head. I'm still short and if anyone thinks they can hold somethin over my head now i would probably gut punch them too. At least i got my stamp back. But honestly i am a softy- i don't like to fight- i don't like to argue- i don't like confrontation but i have been taught that you can only take so much shit from somebody before something has to be done...I will say the fights i have been in-some won some lost-were NOT in school. I have managed to avoid the educational side of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anyways, the teacher was in the class room with the rest of the class so he didn't see it-he just heard bits of it. So when he finally did come out of the room- i told him to do whatever it is he thought he had to do to keep his job. I then quietly and as clamly as possible escorted myself to the principle's office where i was given a discipline refferal for foul language, told not to punch anyone else, handed about 8 packs of smarties candies (my favorite) and sent back to class. As for Jon, i honestly don't know what happened to him. I haven't seen him in class-i hope he got kicked out of school forvever and ever amen. Maybe then, my class can concentrate on something and actually learn something instead of being punished all the time for his stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I didn't hit him too hard- it could've been a lot worse. It left a small bruise on his cheek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What really really made me tick was the fact that when the teacher came out and was trying to figure out what happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;of course I told him out right and loud that this kid just threw a fricken hammer... HE LIED and said he didn't didn't throw anything. Oh man my ears turned red as a marshmallow burnin on a wire hanger, and my body started trembling- he had the nerve to call me a snitch- and i said he's damn right ima snitch i don't give a shit bout tellin on&amp;nbsp;his ignorant ass when it comes to the safety of my child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So there you have it. In order to do whats right. you may have to take a short detour through what's wrong. If you disagree- that is your opinion and you are entitled to it. All opinions are welcome here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOgQz3LG6cI/AAAAAAAAGy4/NqUmlaEALlY/s1600/mallot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOgQz3LG6cI/AAAAAAAAGy4/NqUmlaEALlY/s320/mallot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the exact model of hammer as the one thrown. It is weighted inside and metal on both ends. It could have easily caused me to miscarry or broken someone's bones if it was thrown hard enough. In MY opinion-the little smack he got was completely worth it and given a second chance i would probably hit him harder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha Jean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-7732847916901397716?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7732847916901397716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7732847916901397716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7732847916901397716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7732847916901397716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/right-thing.html' title='The RIGHT thing'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOgQz3LG6cI/AAAAAAAAGy4/NqUmlaEALlY/s72-c/mallot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4952297965159315434</id><published>2010-11-18T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:12:41.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i have been pretending to rest,</title><content type='html'>it has been an interesting week... I won't bore you with many details as I really need to go find some motivation to accomplish SOMETHING&amp;nbsp; today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday... no bradley no MJ... then Michael came home. GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday Bradley...i was in a crappy mood tired and he was tired and a little shit... albeit a cute one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday...bradley and grandma have a fun day together both in much better moods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... searching ... seeking... trying to find the motivation to go do things i need to do before time to pick one darling daughter (look out lightening!!!!) up from school and carry her to work... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of DD... she is loving the cracker barrell and has the perfect personality to make it work well for her.&amp;nbsp; She begged them last night to let her work along but the computer does not see her as employee until tomorrow so she has one more evening of "orientation"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;we had a funny texting session this morning... I am not sure I am up to posting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;am attempting to talk niece into&amp;nbsp; going shopping with me ... IF i can find someone to go with then I am better about going... but generally I could not care less about shopping of any kind... i missed that female gene in the cesspool of life...DID you MISS IT TOO little sister person??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok niece texted she will go shop with me... so must go shower and get dressed... and ... hope you all have a wonderfilled day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4952297965159315434?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4952297965159315434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4952297965159315434&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4952297965159315434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4952297965159315434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-been-pretending-to-rest.html' title='i have been pretending to rest,'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-5704682010420567895</id><published>2010-11-16T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:33:56.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bread pudding with caramel sauce :)</title><content type='html'>since several have emailed me asking for the recipe... I decided the easier way to do it is to type it one time for all :) so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;from my BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS 15th edition cookbook...&lt;br /&gt;*keep in mind I am HORRID about measuring most things*&lt;br /&gt;4 cups dried bread &lt;br /&gt;(i use what ever has accumulated in a couple weeks biscuits rolls white bread cinnamon bread if there is any here, hamburger and hot dog buns) and i usually use closer to 6 cups maybe ... again i don't measure.&amp;nbsp; also i don't bother to dry it out alot... i usually throw the bread in the stone crock and rip it into pieces and let it sit under a cloth over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup of raisins &lt;br /&gt;i used white ones this time am thinking i will do peaches next time :) the raisins were delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;Last time i forgot to beat them and just plopped them in the milk mix it worked :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;I add till it looks right&amp;nbsp; probably half a cup to a cup more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter melted&lt;br /&gt;is a big spoon a 1/4 cup???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the scooper that came with my canisters ... seems like i put 5 in I think its a table spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;I used&amp;nbsp; a table spoon cause i like cinnamon like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;I used a dash measurer&amp;nbsp; because i DONT like nutmeg like that an next time will use less &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;I sat the vanilla out... forgot to add it totally (did not miss it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre heat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;grease 1 1/2 quart&amp;nbsp; (i used my 8 inch round pyrex) &lt;br /&gt;casserole &lt;br /&gt;combine bread and raisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another bowl ( i use my sauce pan cause i like&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; warm the milk) &lt;br /&gt;combine eggs, milk, melted butter, sugar cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stir into bread mix then into prepped casserole&lt;br /&gt;***I make sure all the bread is really good and wetish if it is too dry i add a bit of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bake uncovered 50 to 55 minutes (i&amp;nbsp; forget to set the timer so when it smells the house up and is a lovely brown and when i touch the center and it is done... then its done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARAMEL SAUCE&lt;br /&gt;this i pretty much measured&lt;br /&gt;it is enough to make two separate bread puddings i just stick what left in a jar in the fridge it lasts several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter (1 stick)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 table spoons light corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your saucepan over medium high&amp;nbsp;heat &amp;nbsp;stir (i whisk) it all together the book says wait to add the vanilla&lt;br /&gt;bring to a boil ; reduce heat to medium i whisk pretty much the whole time but it says occasionally BOIL gently for 3 minutes *book says cool 15 min then add vanilla&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE the bread is done i take a knife or fork and go around the casserole pan and make holes all through the bread then i pour on the hot caramel sauce... I open holes and let it seep down in ... then i am supposed to let it cool at least an hour but i never do i have to have some right then and of course burn my tongue some... but it takes about half the sauce to totally slather the bread in sauce... the longer it sits the better it gets and I have to have others around who will eat it... &lt;br /&gt;the caramel sauce that i had in the fridge when i was baking the second one i sat the jar on top of the burner with the oven vent and let it heat ... so by the time the bread was done the sauce had warmed and flowed easy... i think it was better second batch... anyway tis simple and DELISH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;have fun and if you try it let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-5704682010420567895?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/5704682010420567895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=5704682010420567895&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5704682010420567895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5704682010420567895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/bread-pudding-with-caramel-sauce.html' title='bread pudding with caramel sauce :)'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-3036783515160027584</id><published>2010-11-14T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:30:46.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things I did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did alot of stuff this weekend besides dealing with martha jean and the drama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bradley was here friday and saturday&amp;nbsp;evening until 12 midnightish&amp;nbsp;and sunday till 4 pm.&amp;nbsp;he KNOWS he is not to mess with remotes and phones so when he was busted (i tried to get the LOOK he gave) it was the O face with sound effects... then the chesse smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTOYld29I/AAAAAAAAGyI/w3AR3j-0_d8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTOYld29I/AAAAAAAAGyI/w3AR3j-0_d8/s320/003.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When my Aunt came she brought me this stone crock... it was her mothers and her grandmothers before her&amp;nbsp; and at some point in the last several years i had mentioned i have nothing that was my grandmas... so she brought me this. Grandma made bread in it several times a week... I have used it at least 4 or 5 times a week for different things it is THE PERFECT size crock... on this day i had bread rising in it... I called my aunt she was tickled and figured the bowl was happy too!&amp;nbsp; its easily well over 100 years old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTb3nSEiI/AAAAAAAAGyM/dgB6DBCrTJc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTb3nSEiI/AAAAAAAAGyM/dgB6DBCrTJc/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am a bacon sammich aholic.... I love bacon cheese lettuce sammiches and I love my bacon press and my mother in laws flat iron ... :) you will find very little that I have did not belong to someone before me. :)&amp;nbsp; the broken spoon rest was the ONE thing i picked out at my mother in laws when she passed away... the flat iron she gave me way before she passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTu__O8tI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/YOw42lY4w_o/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTu__O8tI/AAAAAAAAGyQ/YOw42lY4w_o/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;these murals are on the water works building in Augusta and we were sitting at the redlight talking about how good they look since being done ,...Friday morning on the way to marthas dr appt... the WATER one is a favorite.&amp;nbsp; the wall turns on the right side and goes up a city block it has murals too but i have not gotten pics of that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTzunwabI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ezUvKktmVHU/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTzunwabI/AAAAAAAAGyU/ezUvKktmVHU/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is the bread that was rising in the stone crock the day before... it was good... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCT6nVtUXI/AAAAAAAAGyY/OFimJGUR_Jk/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCT6nVtUXI/AAAAAAAAGyY/OFimJGUR_Jk/s320/010.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;this morning (sunday) i made biscuts and sasuage gravy for me mike and bradley and a bread pudding with caramel sauce to get rid of the old bread... I sent most of this home with stephanie as I would have DIED trying to eat it all by my self and I WOULD TRY... cause its that good and I stress eat.... god help I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCT-Y89rTI/AAAAAAAAGyc/GJT0XXplEbw/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCT-Y89rTI/AAAAAAAAGyc/GJT0XXplEbw/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is BADLEY... yes i spelled it correct... when he is into something or doing something he KNOWS he is not allowed he makes these faces that totally crack you up... then comes the charming smile LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUB9k3aCI/AAAAAAAAGyg/lpA3zxarYK8/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUB9k3aCI/AAAAAAAAGyg/lpA3zxarYK8/s320/015.JPG" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i ate this all ... and only tried one time to share with bradley... it was still hot... it gets better the longer it sits an the caramel sauce soaks in... OH MY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUOiQnC3I/AAAAAAAAGyk/-gyRRaMFpIw/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUOiQnC3I/AAAAAAAAGyk/-gyRRaMFpIw/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bradley has a ton of toys... but his favorites are to take all my pots and pans out and play in them ... literally he sits in the tan pot ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUeQJpnAI/AAAAAAAAGyo/VgPTSZslkuk/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUeQJpnAI/AAAAAAAAGyo/VgPTSZslkuk/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he was told to get the dice key chain out of his mouth... he gave me the face !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUtra-NFI/AAAAAAAAGys/T3NZAlIO6qU/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUtra-NFI/AAAAAAAAGys/T3NZAlIO6qU/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think he was after my coffee ... he drinks coffee daily with grandma and papa but we have to limit him cause he would drink the whole pot if we let him... he likes papas bitter black coffee and grandmas much sweeter smoother french vanilla ...he is a HAM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUwwrmnFI/AAAAAAAAGyw/OlXGkhja6MU/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUwwrmnFI/AAAAAAAAGyw/OlXGkhja6MU/s320/038.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;friday or maybe some times saturday no it was friday when she was getting ready for work I took this with my phone we also took a couple on my old camera but there was not disc in it... so unless i can figure where i have hidden the cords (YEAH they may be in the shed) those pics wont be uploaded... she is 33 and 1/2 weeks here... and healthy and hormonal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUydSh4vI/AAAAAAAAGy0/FHM4egEKixU/s1600/33+5+weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCUydSh4vI/AAAAAAAAGy0/FHM4egEKixU/s320/33+5+weeks.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;will have to be reminded to tell of the punching the stupid guy in the face at school story...but in this case rest assured she was in the right ... and Iam glad she stood up to the bully idiot inher class ... for herself and the other people in her classs..&lt;br /&gt;on that note i must run for now...&lt;br /&gt;happy rest of your sunday night and Happy healthy STRESS FREE DRAMA FREE MONDAY TO ALL, and to ALL GOODNIGHT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-3036783515160027584?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/3036783515160027584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=3036783515160027584&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3036783515160027584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3036783515160027584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-did.html' title='things I did'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TOCTOYld29I/AAAAAAAAGyI/w3AR3j-0_d8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-6690851805369565574</id><published>2010-11-14T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:09:59.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more to my daughter.</title><content type='html'>in response to your comment...&lt;br /&gt;its quite ok if you are mad at me.&amp;nbsp; you have the right to feel as you choose but, SO DO I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not keep anything from you, so sorry that at the second I got the text from mike saying he was tired of the shit and it was too much, &amp;nbsp;you were in a massive crying time over the power and would not even tell him the power had been cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so sorry that I felt his text was just not that important to share at that second... I WAS NOT KEEPING ANY SECRETS I was trying to call MY COUSIN to get in contact with the salvation army to HELP YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was driving and getting food as it was nearly 2 pm and neither of us had eatten a thing all day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry that I felt you did&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;need ONE more THING to deal with at that second... and as you know there was no slowing down as you needed to be at work by 4 and I needed to take care of things for MY HOUSE and to be prepared for Bradley so I spent extra to get what i needed from walmart at a different store to prevent ONE MORE STOP that would have taken too much time and would have made you late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;GEE I AM SUCH A BAD MOM TO NOT WANT TO ADD TO YOUR STRESS AND MAKE THINGS WORSE BECAUSE OF A STUPID TEXT YOUR BOYFRIEND SENT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ALSO SO SORRY THAT I HAVE TRIED TO TALK TO HIM WHEN HE HAS COME TO ME ASKING FOR MY THOUGHTS IDEAS AND ADVICE... DONT WORRY I WONT TALK TO HIM ANY MORE.&amp;nbsp;I am sorry that the car load of cans I gave you guys that&amp;nbsp;I have saved for a year only brought 25 dollars... thats several hours work at minimum wage so ... pretty good when you only have to come get them from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES you have BORN wittness to plenty of fights disagreements and what not from your father and I, and you have also seen us WORK OUR ASSES OFF to make things right you have seen us on our knees praying together you have seen us do without so that you and your brother would have all you needed and most that you wanted. you have heard how hard we struggled and how&amp;nbsp;I worked three jobs at one time and how your dad worked in town and out of town to make enough to pay the bills... you have seen me keep 6 to 8 other kids here with you and your brother so that&amp;nbsp;I could make a few bucks and be home with my kids... you have seen your dad work monday through friday and me work saturday and sunday for YEARS so that ONE of us were always here and available to you two kids.&amp;nbsp; you and your brother both CAME WITH ME TO WORK for YEARS you know that we have set an example for the two of you how to make it work when times are hard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE NEVER heard us blame someone else for how much the bills were you have never seen us go out to eat or to the movies or anywhere else before our bills were paid... You have been taught that GOD will provide ... HE PROVIDES YOU THE SMARTS TO DO ANYTHING &lt;br /&gt;HE PROVIDES YOU THE SKILLS TO HAVE AND DO A JOB TO EARN THE MONEY TO LIVE&lt;br /&gt;HE PROVIDES YOU A GUIDE IN WHAT IS EXPECTED IN LIFE all you have to do is read and follow it.&amp;nbsp; HE PROVIDES YOU A WAY TO LIVE AND TO LIVE HAPPILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT THE POWER COMPANYS FAULT that you have such a HUGE BILL and IT IS NOT THE EMPLOYEES FAULT THEY ARE PAID TO DO A CRAPPY JOB.&amp;nbsp; crappy as in&amp;nbsp; cutting off the power when someone is three months behind and cant catch up.&amp;nbsp; YES YOU HAVE BEEN PAYING AND I DEFEND AND COMMEND YOU ON THAT BUT IT STILL WAS NOT ENOUGH.&amp;nbsp; But like&amp;nbsp;I told you when you were on the phone here... cussing the guy you were talking to and telling him to go to hell will not solve your issue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to address your note... &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love you too and no I cant fix everything and for the most part I am not even going to try... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you before I accept that you choose to live in a manner that is not worthy of you its not worthy of how you have been raised and not worthy of what you are capable of... BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;you are NOW bringing an innocent baby into it... and SHE has to come FIRST.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;HER NEEDS HAVE TO BE MET and seriously do you really really think that anyone will allow you to take YOUR CHILD into a home with no&amp;nbsp; power... they wont allow you TO LEAVE the hospital with her without a car seat... Have either of you considered how you will make ends meet and buy the things SHE will need when you are UNABLE to work... even if it is only a couple weeks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU HONESTLY thought about HOW you are going to go to school, work , and be up with an infant without A LOT of help?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you simply cant live here because it would ruin our relationship"&lt;br /&gt;??? REALLY ??? SERIOUSLY??? you are kidding me right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no it would not ruin our relationship what it would do is take your freedom away to a degree, because I would expect you to help around here, I would expect you to respect me and your dad and our home, and I would expect you to respect yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And, the clincher is MIKE is NOT allowed to be here live here or anything else... it would be like before you left in that I would make sure you went to work and paid your bills before you did anything else AND I would make you take care of your daughter when you were here... and of course go to school ON TIME EVERYDAY... have mercy yeah that would ruin our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;GAH GAH and GAH... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mike's parents would not allow him to stay there at all but, will allow you and him to stay there for a while so you can be together don't you think it will be allowed for you to do your laundry there too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really wish and hope that while you two are staying&amp;nbsp;at mike's parents&amp;nbsp;that you give serious thought to finding somewhere else to live somewhere that is not so costly to heat and cool somewhere that your daughter can be safe.&amp;nbsp; use this time to&amp;nbsp;pay off the power and get yourselves into a place that you can live more comfortably and affordably.&amp;nbsp; anyway its one AM and I need to sleep Bradley will be here and I need to finish the grocery stuff that I did not get done on Friday... so hang in there I will do what I can&amp;nbsp;to help you but, I stand by what&amp;nbsp;I have said and I still feel and believe as I always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... thank you everyone who has commented and who keep us in your prayers as they do mean so much and help so much. :) &lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-6690851805369565574?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/6690851805369565574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=6690851805369565574&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6690851805369565574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6690851805369565574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-to-my-daughter.html' title='more to my daughter.'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1530688977260966062</id><published>2010-11-13T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T08:33:23.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to my daughter</title><content type='html'>talking to you is like talking to a brick wall... so maybe by putting into writing you can read pay attention and absorbe what I am trying to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.NO your dad does not want to meet your boyfriend/ baby daddy/ whatever you choose to call him today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. yes he is black&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. he has done nothing to give your father reason to want to meet him (you have gone DOWN to his&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; level&amp;nbsp;he has NOT come up to yours)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. you dads beliefs and feelings have not changed since the day 12-27-09 that you walked out of our house into his.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. I TOLD YOU AND MIKE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;IF&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you ever expect your dad to change his beliefs you have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;prove him wrong.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; so far you have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;only &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;proven him right.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e.&amp;nbsp; yes your dad loves you, but he does not do what he does as in allowing you to come to our house to wash your clothing, to eat supper, to hang out, to spend the night because of YOU... he does it because of his love for ME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Please figure out that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make my self available to be used by you&amp;nbsp; (yes by your brother as well) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;because i choose to.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be out working saving money so that when your dad is ready we can afford for him to retire.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a. In case you never noticed I take from what should be your fathers and mine to see to it that you and your brothers child have what you need and alot of times what you WANT&amp;nbsp;instead of what we want and should have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I usually do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;not&amp;nbsp; complain or fuss about it ... UNTIL i am feeling very abused.&amp;nbsp; I ask you&amp;nbsp;ALL to NOT make me feel abused and used.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. PAY ATTENTION TO THIS PART IF NONE OTHER &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;you may stay in my house as long as necessary&amp;nbsp;HOWEVER you will NOT run your mouth at me, you will not BLAME me for your decisions and the consequenses that come with those decisions,&amp;nbsp; MIKE IS NOT welcome here and I do not have to justify or defend that decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley and Halo are NOT you and your brother and If I so desire I will buy, spend time with and do whatever I see fit and I DO NOT HAVE TO JUSTIFY OR DEFEND ANYTHING I DO FOR AND ABOUT THEM TO YOU OR ANYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;accept and understand that the ONLY reason and way that I can do what I do for you and your brothers family is because of WHAT YOUR DAD DOES FOR ME!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont EVER try to tell me he does not care or he is judgemental or wrong for feeling as he feels... YOU HAVE NO&amp;nbsp; CLUE WHAT TRUE LOVE IS.&amp;nbsp; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all that being said I have stuff to do today and the ball is in your court so to speak... you can decided what you want to do where you want to go and how you want to live your life... because I WILL ALLOW YOU THE RIGHT TO FUCK UP YOUR LIFE JUST AS BADLEY AS YOU WANT OR TO MAKE IT A GREAT LIFE IF YOU ARE WILLING TO PUT INTO IT WHAT IT TAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with much love and consideration MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my few readers who still come around... I am sorry that you get to be drug into the ugly side of life but this is apparently the ONLY way to communicate with my child.&lt;br /&gt;please do keep our family in your prayers... and I DO NOT expect&amp;nbsp; any of you to pick or choose sides so to speak... you may comment if you choose or not thats all good too... EVERYONE has good and bad and when living life it comes down to what YOU as an individual choose to live.&amp;nbsp; so with that being said... Carry on :)&amp;nbsp; love and hugs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-1530688977260966062?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1530688977260966062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1530688977260966062&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1530688977260966062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1530688977260966062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-my-daughter.html' title='to my daughter'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-5732700606709820553</id><published>2010-11-12T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:08:17.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>hurt so badly&lt;br /&gt;felt so frustrated&lt;br /&gt;been so angry&lt;br /&gt;been so sad&lt;br /&gt;all because you can not help can not fix are not responsible for the situation your children have themselves in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats where I am today... I actually feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;I picked martha up this morning for her Dr's appt.&amp;nbsp; that went well.&amp;nbsp; shes good the baby is good.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to her old job to get her last check&lt;br /&gt;then to the bank to cash said check and to do what I needed to do at the bank...&lt;br /&gt;then to Georgia power... I waited in the van&lt;br /&gt;5 or six people went in and came out while i waited getting a bad feeling the longer it took...&lt;br /&gt;then she came out in tears.&lt;br /&gt;they told her that paying ALL she has made each week is NOT good enough that she had made an agreement that I WAS HERE HEARD HER ON THE PHONE KNOW SHE DID NOT AGREE TO and that she had not upheld that agreement therefore they had CUT HER POWER OFF 20 MINUTES PRIOR to her going in to make her weekly payment.&lt;br /&gt;they told her that unless she had 706.12 by 3 pm today (this was at one pm) that there was NOTHING they can do... gave her a list of phone numbers of agencies who ARE SUPPOSED to be there to help those in need.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;WE CALLED them ALL got told that unless you are 65 and have a medical emergency they cant help&lt;br /&gt;told that they only take calls from 9 am to 11 am on wednesdays (remember this kid is in school all day then straight to work until.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;told that there are no funds available presently and that december is open to all UMM THIS IS NOVEMBER 12th &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY we stopped by the trailor on the way to taking her to work and the power is on but who knows if it will be later tonight or tomorrow or ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree you pay your bills... but when the kid is giving them ALL she makes thats not quite right either and I am not sure HOW any HUMAN being can sit and LOOK A 34 week pregnant kid in the face tell her that the reciepts she has showing shes paid each week is NOT GOOD ENOUGH!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have the money to pay her bill... I dont know anyone who does... it's hers to pay... BUT DAMN there has to be some lieniency when you look at THIER own print out and see each week what she has paid... its not like she has not been paying each week...&lt;br /&gt;anyway it makes me MAD that shes in this mess &lt;br /&gt;IT makes me SAD shes in this mess &lt;br /&gt;i am FRUSTRATED that she is trying and you know how many times do you get knocked down before you become one who DOES GIVE UP??&lt;br /&gt;I am in pain because my kid is in pain....yet I am not responsible for it... but I am MOM...&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;bradley should be here in a few... I hope they bring some diapers and juice they know he does not have any here.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made bread today... its good (yeah i cant wait on it to cool before trying it) simple easy bread...&lt;br /&gt;3 cups bread flour&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups warm water&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;1 pk yeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix , let sit covered 18 to 24&amp;nbsp; (or in my case 27 hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven 30 minutes on 475&amp;nbsp; place a pie pan of water on bottom rack&lt;br /&gt;dump dough onto well floured counter raise and let drop a couple times cut in half form loaves plop on cookie sheet and wait until the 30 minutes of heating is done ... quick put bread into oven&amp;nbsp; cook 20 minutes or till bread is as browned as you want... cool an eat...&lt;br /&gt;this is a pretty heavy bread&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it will go beautifully with the meatballs and gravy in the crock pot tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good weekend... I think I will be busy... got bradley all weekend again and who knows where this will all go with martha... SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-5732700606709820553?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/5732700606709820553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=5732700606709820553&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5732700606709820553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5732700606709820553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7877536311264800894</id><published>2010-11-08T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:29:48.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, weekend fun, and Bath time our boy is 18 months where did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our baby go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh29KsUZ2I/AAAAAAAAGxY/3Q-VtEjq0Q0/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh29KsUZ2I/AAAAAAAAGxY/3Q-VtEjq0Q0/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;he was an unhappy batman for a bit because he was TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh2_4R-4oI/AAAAAAAAGxc/jS__XXK0-sU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh2_4R-4oI/AAAAAAAAGxc/jS__XXK0-sU/s320/006.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Papa let him play with his watch he was having fun being the big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3FMMZQhI/AAAAAAAAGxg/u8jav_0D1UE/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3FMMZQhI/AAAAAAAAGxg/u8jav_0D1UE/s320/023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and he is just a wee bit rotten... imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3JHJ9iFI/AAAAAAAAGxk/aUhFDwTh0xA/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3JHJ9iFI/AAAAAAAAGxk/aUhFDwTh0xA/s320/026.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;he is just too cute ... he knows no WE know he is up to something when he flashes that killer grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3NQuNV9I/AAAAAAAAGxo/4XTB0Ul-BZw/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3NQuNV9I/AAAAAAAAGxo/4XTB0Ul-BZw/s320/027.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He came to me pulling on his clothing, he was ready for a bath... our boy does not say many words but he makes his meanings very clear.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3ReTLN4I/AAAAAAAAGxs/xzMRgNLAWls/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3ReTLN4I/AAAAAAAAGxs/xzMRgNLAWls/s320/035.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i snuck up behind MJ and pulled up her shirt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3VH85IcI/AAAAAAAAGxw/g03xRPxtcFw/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3VH85IcI/AAAAAAAAGxw/g03xRPxtcFw/s320/041.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;then took a second pic but the first is just too cute for words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3YdtkdRI/AAAAAAAAGx0/g0Xa1z0k-no/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3YdtkdRI/AAAAAAAAGx0/g0Xa1z0k-no/s320/042.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bradley loves playing in the bath splashing everything and everyone in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3nX51K7I/AAAAAAAAGx4/pL0apeL26u8/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3nX51K7I/AAAAAAAAGx4/pL0apeL26u8/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the world is not a complete place without a baby butt in&amp;nbsp; it... he was putting his face into the water blowing bubbles... or drinking the water ... or both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3qyrwXoI/AAAAAAAAGx8/B1EQU7WX9JQ/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3qyrwXoI/AAAAAAAAGx8/B1EQU7WX9JQ/s320/054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;then he had to get out...he loves being nakid... just like his daddy did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3tfjfp2I/AAAAAAAAGyA/a3mROc1Ohqc/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh3tfjfp2I/AAAAAAAAGyA/a3mROc1Ohqc/s320/057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and puts up with us putting lotion on him as long as we nibble his toes and make him laugh... he has delish toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh39J5t7WI/AAAAAAAAGyE/d2g4TDBnSLY/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh39J5t7WI/AAAAAAAAGyE/d2g4TDBnSLY/s320/059.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cant believe this kid is 18 months old already... where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other stuffs the post before this one has all the baby shower and regestry information so please go check it out If you so desire :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Happy&amp;nbsp; Monday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-7877536311264800894?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7877536311264800894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7877536311264800894&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7877536311264800894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7877536311264800894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-weekend-fun-and-bath-time-our.html' title='Halloween, weekend fun, and Bath time our boy is 18 months where did'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TNh29KsUZ2I/AAAAAAAAGxY/3Q-VtEjq0Q0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4528979315041606829</id><published>2010-11-08T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T11:21:06.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're INVITED to...</title><content type='html'>Martha's Baby shower. &lt;br /&gt;IT will be held November 27th from 1 to 4 pm at momma's house.&lt;br /&gt;For the address or driving instructions email me at &lt;a href="mailto:peach867@yahoo.com"&gt;peach867@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha has regestered at buy buy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.buybuybaby.com/regGiftRegistry.asp?wrn=%2D1421541584"&gt;https://www.buybuybaby.com/regGiftRegistry.asp?wrn=%2D1421541584&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;and babies R us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.com/registry/search/index.jsp?_flowExecutionKey=_c9CBCA897-EA66-4B37-86BE-8551ED94F135_k48DAAA2E-2A40-B2BD-4D25-DC00AC839321&amp;amp;overrideStore=TRUS"&gt;http://www.toysrus.com/registry/search/index.jsp?_flowExecutionKey=_c9CBCA897-EA66-4B37-86BE-8551ED94F135_k48DAAA2E-2A40-B2BD-4D25-DC00AC839321&amp;amp;overrideStore=TRUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/registry/baby/23578VKOP2UE5"&gt;http://www.target.com/registry/baby/23578VKOP2UE5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you decide to look through you will find some things are repeats thats because as we went from store to store we found the same or simular items with varying costs and of course with Augusta being the BIG city that it is some of you dont have those stores close enough to you to warrent shopping there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU to any and all who choose to come or to send things for HALO ALAIAH-JULIET her mom and grandma do appreciate you thinking of us and for those who dont just keep us and this baby in your prayers they mean more than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning a BIG shower because as we thought of friends and family the list grew and grew ... and GREW :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I so wish my bloggie friends and family could be here in person but totally understand that the timing and distance are a huge factor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little secret here... YOU know me better than most of my IRL friends and family :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;anyway wanted to make these links available (thank you MPM for suggesting it as YOU know my mind is MUSH) &lt;br /&gt;anyway 20 days until the shower OH MY... &lt;br /&gt;Love hugs and again THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4528979315041606829?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4528979315041606829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4528979315041606829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4528979315041606829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4528979315041606829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-invited-to.html' title='you&apos;re INVITED to...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4012285043828236346</id><published>2010-11-05T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:59:17.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress of Sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ahh...To Vent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So it's been a long year...most of you know that though. and it's still not over yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;New year's resolution:Don't get pregnant...AGAIN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So i'm like 32 weeks pregnant now- i think. hell i don't know moms keep better track of those types of things. I seem to be having some issues with making it to school on time...anytime. meaning today was the first day in 3 weeks i went to school on time. Ironically i somehow manage to pass everything. My grades don't suffer for whatever reason. The only problem my attendance presents is not being able to exempt any exams-which super sucks because seniors get the option to exempt ALL exams while underclassmen can only exempt 2 of 6 classes. Bummer right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I see it from an immature point of view-being that i somehow missed 60 someodd days of our 180 day school year last year and still manged to somehow pass with exceptional grades. i feel like i'm wasting my time in the classroom. I don't feel the taxes we pay are going toward&amp;nbsp;educating me in the least. If i went to school everyday and on time,&amp;nbsp;i would have retardedly good grades just based on attendance...Growing up, grades were really important in our family my brother and i both had straight A's through elementary school. I remember my first B. I thought I would go home and get beaten.I cried to my teacher to change it on report card day. I somehow failed 8th grade for whatever alien like reason which i thought i would be stripped and&amp;nbsp;tarred for...and then ended up&amp;nbsp;breaking every rule my house ever held...continuously....(Sorry Mom, I didn't make it easy.) I just wish i felt challenged in the classroom-any classroom. Even the modeling school i payed out the rear for wasn't challenging-it was just fun. Oh the adversity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Pressing on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So with all that said about school I have been feeling somewhat irresponsible. Even though I absolutely hate the education system we have and I don't feel like i am learning-I would LOVE to stand on that stage with my arms raised in the air screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;YAH BIATCH! I DONE DID IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And the only way to achieve that goal is to actually attend...everyday...on time. I know when my little girl is born she will be undoubtedly too smart for her own good. I know grades and attendance will be a huge part of her life and her punishments...what kind of hypocrit would I be telling her to go to school when I didn't even finish and her father is a 3 time college drop out-yeah 3 times. Lazy bum. But anyways...I figure if I go way out of my way to find work who by the way I think have NO CLUE im pregnant (people don't pay much attention around here) and aside from that-pregnancy is like ADHD here...EVERYONE has it. But if i put such an importance on working (when i really shouldn't be) I should at least make school a priority even if it be for my own selfish reasons rather than the educational side of the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On top of that- I feel I am surrounded by walking screw ups. I love my baby's father. He is nice and good lookin and sweet and takes wonderful care of me- but his friends are just plain screw ups. ALL&amp;nbsp;of them. They ALL have just retarded issues. For example- you pawn the title to your car for something like a house payment or your child's doctor bills right? His friend pawned the title to his car to buy a pair of shoes...the SAME pair that i bought for mike two days sooner. IF by chance you pawn the title to your car...YOU PAY YOUR CAR NOTE! But his friend needless to say: didn't. Now simple cause and effect- I learned this in second grade. IF you DON'T pay your car note...THEY TOW YOUR CAR! and of course if they tow your car you can't get anywhere. Now in a big city this might not be an issue but here...in Grovetown and Augusta- a&amp;nbsp; vehicular device is NECESSARY. So who does his friend call...take a wild guess...yep...And THEN on top of that bull crap they decide that since it's friday they're going out tonight-and i'm thinking dummy-your car just got towed and you have not one...not two...but three kids. The club ain't the place to be right now. but ack. I digress: I wanna finish school and get the hell outta dodge and away from the life suckers (that's what i call people that suck the life outta ya)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Who'd ever thunk that life at 18 would be so stressful...I didn't mean for it to happen this way at all. I will say I always planned on moving out and being a "major" [get it? instead of a minor-meaning 17 and below] at an early age-however i didn't always plan on it being with a man or anyone for that matter and&amp;nbsp;despite what mom thinks i did take measures to prevent this pregnancy- i think she is simply meant to be. Against other opinions we do not believe in abortions and I don't have it in my heart to even consider adoption. Both my mom and my baby's father were adopted as babies- mom at 8 weeks and Mike at 8 months...I just couldn't ever do it. However i hold nothing against those who do have it in them- they have their own reasons and that's that. Unless your name is Gloria-then i hold it against you. ACK. another long one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Onward home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;so with the stress of getting right in school, getting back to work, dealing with bull, and babies, and man type children, and mommies, and family and baby showers and tons of other things I simply refuse to put you all through-i just needed a place to vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You're ALL wonderful listeners-thankfully our lives are anything but boring and sometimes all too busy. comments are greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Love and Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Babies and Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Miss Martha Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4012285043828236346?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4012285043828236346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4012285043828236346&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4012285043828236346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4012285043828236346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/stress-of-sorts.html' title='Stress of Sorts'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-2623054879975673223</id><published>2010-11-04T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:23:44.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Baby Showers...</title><content type='html'>Well have debated on how I want to say what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and finally decided&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh well cant please all, all of the time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and some will be unhappy when hung with a new rope &lt;br /&gt;so just going to say and do as I please... :) &lt;br /&gt;Usually do anyway cause its ME I have to look at in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am Dissapointed in one of my Neices who from the day we found out about MJ has said she was going to plan and host a baby shower.&amp;nbsp; Thats NOT to say that I dont understand her reasoning... BUT I do find it some what Hypocritical.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cause see when its MY daughter with a black guy and having a mixed baby its ok BUT when its HER daughter liking a black boy... the earth stops moving and having a shower for her cousin will send mixed messages to her daughter on HOW PEOPLE HERE FEEL about mixed relationships and children.&amp;nbsp; GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM more that a little preturbed at one of my sister in laws... and for what its worth I conceed to my husband that HIS FAMILY is full&amp;nbsp; of assholes and hypocrites and sunday morning christians who have been given their last chance to insult me and hurt my feelings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thats NOT to say that there are not GOOD members in the family, who are NOT hypocrites and NOT Liers and NOT assholes because there are some whom I think the world of and would do anything for but, because I CHOOSE for MY future to NOT have anything to do with the &lt;strong&gt;ONES&lt;/strong&gt; then that will also end my relations with the others BECAUSE they are usually there... as in where you find one one of the others is generally there too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; GAH Freakin SHITASTIC way to feel about FAMILY ... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with all that being put out there...&lt;br /&gt;thank God for Schlena and Pauline and Stephanie who have agreed to put together a shower that will be held at my house on the 27th of this month... one day before my baby turns 19. &lt;br /&gt;I have been in a turmoil about inviting those persons i mentioned above and after much thought and talking to MJ have decided that the GOOD ones out weight the other shit and they will be invited.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;we are meeting this saturday to make the plans such as times, mailing lists and what we need to do to make this party a success... I have been to TWO in my life and have no clue so will do as I am instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ALL INVITED IF YOU READ THIS... and of course I KNOW that MOST of my blogger buddies are &lt;br /&gt;1. too far away&lt;br /&gt;2 thats thanksgiving weekend&lt;br /&gt;3wonderful friends who will keep us in mind for a wonderful day on that day and I appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have more to say later but its time to go get MJ from school&lt;br /&gt;she has regestered at BUY BUY BABY&amp;nbsp; and will regester today at TARGET...&lt;br /&gt;I told one of my cousins who asked... IF you want to send a gift card instead of a present that Martha will be just as happy and If you only want to send her a card she loves home made ones (her dad and I caused that) anyway if you want or choose then just shoot me an email and I will give you the address and will see that she gets it on the 27th.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="mailto:peach867@yahoo.com"&gt;peach867@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and hugs Laura :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-2623054879975673223?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/2623054879975673223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=2623054879975673223&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2623054879975673223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2623054879975673223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-baby-showers.html' title='Of Baby Showers...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-950398662725408182</id><published>2010-11-03T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:58:24.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="header"&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;im·me·di·ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;delay;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;instant:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;reply.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;following&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;preceding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;lapse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;object&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;intervening;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;nearest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;next:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;vicinity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;pertaining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;moment:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;plans.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;intervening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;medium&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;agent;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;direct:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;cause.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;direct&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;bearing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;consideration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;relationship:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;directly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;intuited.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So the color indicates...MJ has hijacked the blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And the story goes likes this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On Wednesday October 27th 2010 I was caught on video camera in the act of sending a text message...during my shift...at A Child's World. (A Daycare Facility) On Thursday October 28th 2010 I was terminated. I am thankful that it was handled in aprofessional manner... If I saw one of my ex supervisor's it wouldn't be an awkward situation. In fact, they will probably both be at my baby shower. &amp;nbsp;:) So anyways, I called the boyfriend/Baby Daddy and told him i got fired...HE LOST HIS EFFIN MIND! Went all crazy sayin "You're not dependable!" and "I can't count on you to get another job!" So in my mind I'm thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;"Okay A**Hole I'll show you!" So onward. On Friday, Ocotber 29th 2010, my wonderful wonderful mommy that takes such amazing care of me from a distance ever so greciously picked me up from school and drove me all around so I could pick up job applications. On Saturday and Sunday I filled out those applications. Monday November 1st 2010 from 3:00pm (afterschool) til around 6:00pm I drove everywhere. Up and down every street in town. I went to every hotel and restaurant, gas station,fast food joint, grocery store EVERYWHERE. Saying to myself I won't stop until I walk in and find something...somewhere...anything....ANYWHERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Pressing On. So on that fateful Monday evening, due to my many prayers (hopefully yours too) and my extreme persistence...I walked into Cracker Barrel (a dinein restaurant) holding an application asking to speak with a shift manager.&amp;nbsp; I got an IMMEDIATE interview. Take note: I have an extensive vocabulary that seemingly impresses my elders for whatever reason. I guess I owe mom a thank you for that too...it's her fault i love to read. and read so many books as a kid. Along with that vocab. I have a pretty face and memorable personality that i take well advantage of. It's not the interview that's the hard part...it's getting the interview. Also take note that I have had a grand total of four jobs in my 18 years...3 of which I have been terminated from- my resume isn't great. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyways after chatting it up with this man for about a half hour forty five minutes My charm eveidently took an effect and set up a second interview with a second shift manager...So today....that's Wednesday November 3, 2010, I had my interview at 5:00pm-which thankfully Mommy took me to---again---thanks mom. I walked in,shook this mans hand, talked for two seconds and was handed some information on uniforms. So From last thursday til this wednesday is the time span it took for me to find work. I would like to call that IM:ME:DI:ATE. So in spite of my boyfriend and his bull-I would like to shout to the mountains and everyone in between directed at him specifically and not those hearing the shouting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;[I'd like to see you do it Butthead!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyways..this concludes my boasting. Thanks for your prayers for those of you whom prayed for my employment opportunities....Thanks to those who didn't for readin about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Love and comments-Martha Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24574975-950398662725408182?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/950398662725408182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=950398662725408182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/950398662725408182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/950398662725408182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordful-wednesday.html' title='Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-402993025332391068</id><published>2010-11-02T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:21:35.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How i dont do puke...</title><content type='html'>I have never been good at dealing with puke... just ask my kids as soon as they were old enough to understand that pukeing means mom will join in they&amp;nbsp;just knew that getting out a door, to the kitchen floor or a toilet was their easiest clean up ... just ask MJ she told a puke story to my aunt and cousins ... I ALMOST felt like a bad mom but NOT QUITE.... &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie called me this morning said she was running late because Bradley was puking... GAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got here... was all smiles *Silly boy does not realise he is ill* and about an hour after he got here he was sitting on my lap and I KNEW he was going to puke... so I picked him up and ran for the kitchen sink... he puked all over him self and me... the kitchen floor and sink... it looked like grapes and snot... I GAGGED as i stripped him and cleaned us up... HE IS NOT BIG ENOUGH YET to HAVE to clean it himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE smiled and took off running nakid around the house as I gagged and cleaned...&lt;br /&gt;Got him redressed in clean clothing of course ... and a bit later his daddy called *cory knows momma dont do puke*&amp;nbsp; he was on his way to work... asked me if I was ok... told him yeah i think the puke session is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit later bradley was being quiet... this means one of two things... he is into something or he is pooping...&lt;br /&gt;I walked across the room and the SMELL HIT ME... the boy had the nastiest poop of his entire 17 months 20 some odd days of life.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect he ate something that was close to going bad... cause it was sooooooooo nasty.&lt;br /&gt;he had a popscicle some juice and finally went to sleep... I have lysoled and cleaned and STILL smell the acky smells... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I dont handle puke well???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up mama, Grandma needs a shower and to go vote then to the store cause shes not about to try to take a slightly ill, happy baby to the polls or the store... JUST IN CASE&amp;nbsp; ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-402993025332391068?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/402993025332391068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=402993025332391068&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/402993025332391068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/402993025332391068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-how-i-dont-do-puke.html' title='Oh How i dont do puke...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4365372500570539340</id><published>2010-11-02T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:11:29.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday on tuesday :)</title><content type='html'>have been a bad blogger ... again&lt;br /&gt;have several good excuses take your pick&lt;br /&gt;1.Both computers were reformatted and i could not find my blog... OK the second half of thats a fib&lt;br /&gt;2.had little good to say so been quiet ... (this is true)&lt;br /&gt;3. been working and running and just not on line (the truth pretty much)&lt;br /&gt;4. read dan browns digital fortress today (again true) just could not put it down!! love dan brown books!&lt;br /&gt;5. just plain lazy... yeah&amp;nbsp; thats sort of true too....&lt;br /&gt;6.been bradley sitting :)&amp;nbsp; yep that ones true too&lt;br /&gt;7. had to help hubby unload a power pole today ... again true &lt;br /&gt;8.had to pay bills which ment refinding all the saved web sites and pass words... UGGGG hate that one!&lt;br /&gt;9.been cold!&amp;nbsp; yeah not responding well to cooler temps... so not like me but its true and i REFUSE to turn the heat on.&lt;br /&gt;10.have not caught up since having company... yep its true... &lt;br /&gt;so take your pick of which excuse makes best sense to you and I will attempt to be a bette rblogger in the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ sent me a text today... shes asking for prayers about finding a job.&amp;nbsp; She was terminated last week from the day care.&amp;nbsp; texting got her into trouble... makes me sad cause it was probably ME she was texting about needing a ride home... but, it is in the rules and the rules are there for good reason... she handled it well and I am glad of that. &lt;br /&gt;Have lots of other stuff on my little mind but not sure about blogging it because ... well cause of some family who do read my blog might get hurt feelings and i dont want that. NO DAD not talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;anyway its late and bradley will be here in a few hours and we have to go vote and get groceries tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;GO VOTE YA'LL !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4365372500570539340?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4365372500570539340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4365372500570539340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4365372500570539340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4365372500570539340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-on-tuesday.html' title='monday on tuesday :)'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-8137284161214095757</id><published>2010-10-29T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:23:28.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW what a trip</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy fun week... and I do have a lot to share.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1. my cousin fixed BOTH of my computers.&amp;nbsp; :0)&amp;nbsp; that has made me very happy!&lt;br /&gt;2. we went to the beach (pics to follow) again Made ME happy&lt;br /&gt;3. we went to savannah and I of course had to get some pralines... I do believe i can make them. :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bradley was very good and made us all laugh alot. he even spent the night one night.&lt;br /&gt;5. I did not take near enough pics. &lt;br /&gt;6. I did not get to make all the things i wanted for them but, thats ok. &lt;br /&gt;7. they went home yesterday :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8. I slept late today :0) Imagine that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TMrYqc1bdMI/AAAAAAAAGw8/54OPEjcZRAA/s1600/cool+wave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TMrYqc1bdMI/AAAAAAAAGw8/54OPEjcZRAA/s320/cool+wave.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;other pics will have to wait as they are not loaded onto this computer YET.&lt;br /&gt;Beth and Kent walking on the beach at TYBEE Island, GA :) 10-25-10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-8137284161214095757?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/8137284161214095757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=8137284161214095757&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8137284161214095757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8137284161214095757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-what-trip.html' title='WOW what a trip'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TMrYqc1bdMI/AAAAAAAAGw8/54OPEjcZRAA/s72-c/cool+wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-56156240338682451</id><published>2010-10-23T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:58:40.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>super saturday</title><content type='html'>had fun last night took bradley to my neices house, they have an annual pumpkin carving party... we dont ususally go.&amp;nbsp; He ran and ran and ran and played and ran some more for 2 solid hours... then we came home (they were just getting into the carving) had a late supper then Cory came and took bradley home, the boy did not make it one mile before he conked out and cory for the first time was able ot carry him in with out waking him ... I suspect he slept all night :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and Aunt were to head out at 5 am this morning ... they will either get her late tonight or sometime tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ should be here soon we have some running to do and she has her laundry to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is off to home depot for mortar mix to start laying blocks today... he has 150 of them sitting and ready :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rather chilly out here this morning ... I am&amp;nbsp; feeling my bed calling me but, its just going to have to be lonely today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-56156240338682451?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/56156240338682451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=56156240338682451&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/56156240338682451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/56156240338682451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/super-saturday.html' title='super saturday'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-6837699361411479429</id><published>2010-10-22T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:15:51.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT??? It's Friday....</title><content type='html'>where the heck did the week go? &lt;br /&gt;what have I done this week??&lt;br /&gt;well My company is heading out saturday and will either be hre late saturday night or sunday so ...&amp;nbsp; if you dont hear from me for a week it's because we are out having fun&lt;br /&gt;Tis way past bed time... I may add more later :) &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY TO YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-6837699361411479429?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/6837699361411479429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=6837699361411479429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6837699361411479429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6837699361411479429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-its-friday.html' title='WHAT??? It&apos;s Friday....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-8099929113493491739</id><published>2010-10-19T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T14:27:12.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicky comment post...</title><content type='html'>MJ said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo-Alaiah Juliet A****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pronunciation: [Hay-Low] [Uh-Lay-Uh] [Jew-Lee-Ett] Last name confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: Beautiful Baby Girl cursed with a fucked up family just like everyone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is heavy. prayers please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-8099929113493491739?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/8099929113493491739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=8099929113493491739&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8099929113493491739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8099929113493491739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/quicky-comment-post.html' title='Quicky comment post...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-5990234044581748258</id><published>2010-10-18T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:59:17.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday... again</title><content type='html'>As so many know my mom is in a nursing home in Missouri, thankfully the preacher in the nursing home has email so Ican send her pictures and he prints them for her and he will take pictures of her to send to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLxcfVUM4_I/AAAAAAAAGw0/C87en-Fknkg/s1600/oct+16+10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLxcfVUM4_I/AAAAAAAAGw0/C87en-Fknkg/s320/oct+16+10.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;these were taken saturday... she was NOT over joyed at having them taken but for me she allowed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLxci89_0lI/AAAAAAAAGw4/vhKdlj5_vbQ/s1600/oct+16+2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLxci89_0lI/AAAAAAAAGw4/vhKdlj5_vbQ/s320/oct+16+2010.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;one of my friends posted a picture of her moms hand this morning on facebook and I loved that pic... mom is waving to me in this one and I love her hand... I am a strange person because one of my most fond memories as a kid and even as an adult is that i love squishing the pads of her fingers I love the feel... I think it all started before i can really remember but its my uncle Charlies fault... see he had lost some of his finger tips to a lawn mower and he would let me sit on his lap while we listened to the cardinals baseball games and I would rub his finger nubs.&amp;nbsp; Funny I have very few memories of ever sitting on my moms lap but, I do remember her letting me rub her ringer tips.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OK you all figure that one out :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as you see she does not have oxygen on and she does not have the tubing dents in her face so she is so not wearing it... which I told her she does not have to if she does not want to. Mom has always been the control type person and so now she has some control over how she lives before she dies.&amp;nbsp; that is probably one of her few happinesses.&amp;nbsp; She is not a happy person and it makes me sad that of my 43 plus years I dont know of too many times she has been truely happy.&amp;nbsp; that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway she looks better in some ways to me and worse in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to switch gears...&lt;br /&gt;there is a gremlin in my thermostat...last night i fell asleep on the couch trying to stay up just 5 more minutes to see who won the iron chef show... so at 2 20 am i went to bed.&amp;nbsp; we keep the house 70 degrees at night... and it was 71 I remember this clearly... so i hit the button to drop it ONE degree, plus i LOVE the "white noise" of the a/c running as i conk out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WELL... at 4 am I woke to the realisation that i was FREEZING and theA/C was still running... so I hopped out of bed RAN to the thermostat and saw that it was 64 degrees and the setting was on 50!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I pushed it up to 80 and ran back to bed and attempted to crawl under my husband who is normally a hot coal that I slink away from to the very edge of the bed... when I finally woke this morning it was 63 degrees in here ... and 64 outside!!!! I went OUTSIDE to have my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switching gears again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martha sent me a text this weekend...this is all it said,&amp;nbsp; HALO ALAIAH-JULIET A**** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sent a lot more texts but that one is the one I locked to keep because I have a hard time getting this all spit out ... but, it will eventually come to me... I think I will call her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley was at Grandma and Papa's this weekend Gads the boy is a mess... He is so busy and so funny I cant think right now what exactly it was he was doing but michael and I were dying trying NOT tolet him see us laughing ... OH boy God is Good and has given our son a son who is JUST LIKE he was LOL...&lt;br /&gt;HE WILL GIVE MJ a DAUGHER just like she was *giggles manically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fingers are numb cause it is still just 64 degrees in here and I REFUSE to turn on the heat...&lt;br /&gt;and I have things to accomplish... so HAPPY MONDAY ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-5990234044581748258?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/5990234044581748258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=5990234044581748258&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5990234044581748258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5990234044581748258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-monday-again.html' title='It&apos;s Monday... again'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLxcfVUM4_I/AAAAAAAAGw0/C87en-Fknkg/s72-c/oct+16+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-3225843289442814753</id><published>2010-10-15T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:41:43.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well HELL...</title><content type='html'>my company&amp;nbsp; cant come when they planned... my other cousin is having his chemo treatments hes been trying to get for months this coming monday and tuesday and my aunt would blow a gasket ot three should anything go wrong... so now they plan to leave at the end of the week MAYBE and he might get to come along even though I am not sure he really wants to... but thats a whole nother post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ... I am not TELLING all your stuff I leave some details out but you know what IF these people who read my blog did not care about YOU they would not read comment call text and send things to you ... so build a bridge and get over it, in spite of your bad choices and believeing that you know it all we still love you and care whats happening in your world.&amp;nbsp; Candace&amp;nbsp; gave me a huge bag of baby clothes today and shoes too when I stopped after dropping you off.. shes got awesome taste in little girls clothes :) I think Grandma will keep these here for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my bubby has fun and does not get hurt at the big kids birthday party today at his aunts house... they got the kids a bounce house for a couple of them to surprise them for their birthdays... He will be the littlest kid there and probably the wildest too but anyway... I hope it is all fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is absolutely beautiful, upper 70s pretty strong wind blowing out there but thats ok too... it is a deterant to the burning I would love to get done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's dr called me last night... Huge SIGH...I am waiting on her (mom)to call me now... I have to make sure that she totally understands that HER decision that I will make sure happens is what she really wants... because HER decision to refuse the Bi pap will eventually end up with her going to sleep and not waking back up... and I think she understands but for my peace of mind I have to keep asking her... I am not positive how I feel about it all *thank you Debbie for listening to me* I mean this is my mother&amp;nbsp; and in spite of how and what and all the BS I grew up with ... she is still mom to me and this is painful to deal with... knowing it is not a matter of if but when and knowing that ultimately it is my decision to uphold mothers choices.&amp;nbsp; IF that makes any sense at all.... More Sighs... &lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong we are all going to die one day but, being the Guardian is really hard and even though I have been told by my Lawyer and her Dr that no matter what decisions I make they are the right ones... does not make it any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with all that being said I must go cook supper I am HUNGRY! I forgot to eat lunch today and my spoiled rotten belly is telling me that 9 am breakfast is long gone!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;boiled chicken and rice here I come :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday evening to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-3225843289442814753?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/3225843289442814753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=3225843289442814753&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3225843289442814753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3225843289442814753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-hell.html' title='well HELL...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7513037734658766373</id><published>2010-10-14T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:16:16.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh to be able...</title><content type='html'>to articulate all that is floating about in my head and heart...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *warning* vent session ahead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to live like the TV people live, where kids are great, money is in abundance, decisions are easy and consequences are light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts today... my heart is heavy today... and my poor Bradley evidently comes to grandmas house to relax and sleep... what the hell could be in a 17 month old baby's world that he is so exhausted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ's world is in the process of totally flipping and as of this second EVERYTHING is up in the air it's a juggling act that I can not fix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; tighter than it has been in 10 years yet&amp;nbsp;I feel that&amp;nbsp;I have to be available to help my family emotionally physically and by just being here... so even if I had a job making some money I would be miserable and if it were in my field of training then my patients would suffer and that is simply not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have called moms Dr again today ... waiting on him to call me... I do not have a lot of patience ... I want to talk to him to be assured that we are on the same page then I can relax and let that portion of my responsibility sit until the next crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there should be a means of escape if only for a little while yet, the reality is that when I returned the problems and issues would all be sitting right here waiting on me to figure them out fix them or juggle them into a working order.&amp;nbsp; I wonder do these people I call family really understand and realise what they do to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is totally not happy with his job... he asked me to gethis resume together and updated...that's a very rare thing and when it happens ... well change is hard and change without a backup (ME working) is even harder.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that things change for the better where he is because jobs in his field at his level are hard to find especially these days.&amp;nbsp; GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite word and most used word is GAH these days... and its funny how appropriate it is :) thank you MPM for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well time to end my rant for now... I am sure it is all far from over and settled and I know everyone has problems I just choose to vent mine out publically... Yeah I know I am weird but, can't help it, it's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.I.T. &amp;nbsp;as my buddys say on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully It's Thursday HA HA HA right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-7513037734658766373?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7513037734658766373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7513037734658766373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7513037734658766373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7513037734658766373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-to-be-able.html' title='oh to be able...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-2412385160707349259</id><published>2010-10-13T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:32:54.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday  10 -13-10</title><content type='html'>dear little sister person ... you said WE dont eat grits Has little cousin Steven ever tried them?&amp;nbsp; I dont think the Hannibal tribe has ever tried them... last night made the sausage egg cheese puffs again... will make some one day next week too as they are just too easy and delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me maw thanks i will be trying the&amp;nbsp;MOM and corn starch... he is teething and we are pretty sure thats the cause of the runs... today he had a hard stool...and his bottom looks much better...as for the papa's cut finger...it looks pretty good still very swollen and he says it feels weird prolly cut the nerves, my middle finger tip has never quite gotten the RIGHT feeling back in in after it fought the cornbeef can and lost 18years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not heard from DEAR DAUGHTER person as to if she needs a ride today so am believeing she does not...they have not collected these aluminum cans up to recycle for moneys either... wait long enough and i will do it myself but i will also keep the monies recieved .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought the wrong kind of refills for the bathroom so have to go back to walmart sometime in the next few days...i hate when i do that and apparently i do it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am WAITING... somewhat patintly on moms dr to call he had the nursing home call me yesterday told them to tell him to call me...&amp;nbsp; hummm wonder if that happened... maybe i need ... OH GAH ... somedays i really am out there... well i really do have a good excuse for yesterday ... my neice was having a melt down when they called... and i did not follow up... guess i need to do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-2412385160707349259?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/2412385160707349259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=2412385160707349259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2412385160707349259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2412385160707349259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/wednesday-10-13-10.html' title='Wednesday  10 -13-10'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-599579654823128579</id><published>2010-10-11T08:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:25:57.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aparently     UPDATED</title><content type='html'>my body decided it was tired... as i accomplished NOTHING on Sunday...I wanted to but, it said no and i slept most of the day... so now its monday... a week from today everyone is leaving missouri heading here and i cant wait! I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;time to blog hop and see what you are all up to&amp;nbsp; have a wonderful monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;got into cleaning ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;spare room dusted vacummed ceiling fans done and sheets washed and back on bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;my room ceiling fans dusted sheets washed and back on bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mj's oldroom Bed back in room sheets washed and on the bed ceiling fan dusted floors vacuumed and mirrors cleaned closet doors shut please dont open them LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bradleys room ceiling fans dusted beds sheets washed and drying now vacuumed and baby clothes washed and put away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;living room ceiling fans dusted furnature dusted items on furnature dusted floors vacuumed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;dining room ceiling fans dusted tables cleared off furnature dusted floors vacuumed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;kitchen... needs attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;both bathrooms need attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;lunch eatten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;blogs caught up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;tired.... but must ... get r done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HA HA i took pics... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtExj9sbI/AAAAAAAAGv0/T0lD_i4x-tQ/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtExj9sbI/AAAAAAAAGv0/T0lD_i4x-tQ/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really hate how things you dont see turn up in pictures... I HATE the carpet in my house... it is 18 years old and was a lovely BLUE when we bought it... I vacuum it several times a week and it still always LOOKS filthy... it has been steam cleaned several times and it is still just NASTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtJJi_UtI/AAAAAAAAGv4/FmFHS2XNlCw/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="174" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtJJi_UtI/AAAAAAAAGv4/FmFHS2XNlCw/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have way too much JUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtW5zgS2I/AAAAAAAAGv8/AuZoqVyRcuU/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtW5zgS2I/AAAAAAAAGv8/AuZoqVyRcuU/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look LC the table is CLEANED off and needs something more than washed and polished... the finish is really worn off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtm7mW_uI/AAAAAAAAGwA/ORUoAQRwlZg/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtm7mW_uI/AAAAAAAAGwA/ORUoAQRwlZg/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;spare room is totally picked up and cleaned ready for company... 2 weeks ago you could not jump high enough to get to the bed much less on the bed for the stuff i had piled in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNt28cPH2I/AAAAAAAAGwE/dPISAILjMQM/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNt28cPH2I/AAAAAAAAGwE/dPISAILjMQM/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;shhhh DONT open THE CLOSETS you might get attacked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNuFt8wxHI/AAAAAAAAGwI/2Vqi_v408Qc/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNuFt8wxHI/AAAAAAAAGwI/2Vqi_v408Qc/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;moms roll top desk that i had to have when she moved into the nursing home perminately... not worth a crap to use but i do love it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNuUTSoD8I/AAAAAAAAGwM/NaeVavuebJk/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNuUTSoD8I/AAAAAAAAGwM/NaeVavuebJk/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;my half done room... and the crappy yellow bathroom whos walls will be painted soon... i am thinking spring green or the turquois thats in my quilt... have not decided yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNuj2JqlsI/AAAAAAAAGwQ/xReHEorNFKs/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNuj2JqlsI/AAAAAAAAGwQ/xReHEorNFKs/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;beds all ready to be slept in tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNuvVRyVaI/AAAAAAAAGwU/sGFoINfT_Lw/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNuvVRyVaI/AAAAAAAAGwU/sGFoINfT_Lw/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marthas old room ... beds back in here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNu-i22rKI/AAAAAAAAGwY/tZD5aHZlWA0/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNu-i22rKI/AAAAAAAAGwY/tZD5aHZlWA0/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;ready to be slept in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNvMXn32dI/AAAAAAAAGwc/JqXBPX7rvi4/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNvMXn32dI/AAAAAAAAGwc/JqXBPX7rvi4/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;PLEASE DONT open these doors the left one will attack you as it has been broken for years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNvbn9Hc_I/AAAAAAAAGwg/7kP8boEi4rY/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNvbn9Hc_I/AAAAAAAAGwg/7kP8boEi4rY/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;bradleys room ... sheets were in the dryer... more pics later with the bed made up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNvpVcocAI/AAAAAAAAGwk/R5T-rprdlxM/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNvpVcocAI/AAAAAAAAGwk/R5T-rprdlxM/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;more of the dining table all cleared off and stains on the carpet GAH have i mentioned how much i HATE the carpet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNv291PNyI/AAAAAAAAGwo/dBcBdz2TDKU/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNv291PNyI/AAAAAAAAGwo/dBcBdz2TDKU/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;my rick green wall... and key collection... if anyone has or comes across old skeleton keys you dont want think of me :) I am always looking for more... I love them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; need to update my door and move the pics up Bradley is getting a bit destructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNwGN5sSYI/AAAAAAAAGws/He_CyemjV68/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNwGN5sSYI/AAAAAAAAGws/He_CyemjV68/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bradleys room with the bed made and ready to be slept in :) I love the quilt over the window a woman i knew growing up made it for cory when he was little i have several others that she made out in the shed and stored away with some of my other quilts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNwUmH4nJI/AAAAAAAAGww/cuOKESt_MYM/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNwUmH4nJI/AAAAAAAAGww/cuOKESt_MYM/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the kids closet... I try to keep only the clothing that will fit in there as it just is not that big.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;anyway bathrooms and kitchen are calling me to come take care of them... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-599579654823128579?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/599579654823128579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=599579654823128579&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/599579654823128579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/599579654823128579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/aparently.html' title='aparently     UPDATED'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLNtExj9sbI/AAAAAAAAGv0/T0lD_i4x-tQ/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-8179675288392223090</id><published>2010-10-10T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:20:16.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sliced fingers and burnt butts</title><content type='html'>what a day.... what a week... emmiejeans you snuck onto my computer when i were not looking... laughs at your previous comment, thanks for the food suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ummm Yesterday now... Saturday... my hubby decided to start demolition on the front of the trailer part of the house... Martha and I had gone off to take care of business and some fun stuffs too... and on the way home mike called (FOR THE THIRD TIME ) i had missed the first two calls... anyway... Yep he sliced his finger... through his leather gloves on the sheet metal on the front... OH MY LORD it was follow the trails of blood from the sidewalk down the porch through the house rags all bloody and slung in the sink... so i went to digging to see what kind of stuff i have on hand...and despite the daughters denial of her taking it, there was not much to choose from... so i did the best wrapping i could and we hopped in the van and took off for the pharmacy to get better choices&amp;nbsp; and to hurry because the BRADLEY would be here soon...&lt;br /&gt;of course the elder man child said as i got out of the van... i cut my finger and need you to wrap it and NO I wont go to the ER or DR so if you are going to say that get back into the van and go... BLAH BLAH BLAH... that was before i could even look at it... anyway its a deep slice on the inside of the knuckle so there is not a whole lot that could be done maybe some skin glue... but dragging him in would be like fighting an angry bear... and I tried to find someone who would call in a tetanus shot for him without seeing him as i can give it easy enough... would have to hold the darling hubby down to give it but i could get R done&amp;nbsp; but alas so far have not gotten a script for him GAH.&amp;nbsp; Pray the man does not get tetanus... that would be very ugly but he did not want to hear it... said well i cut it on the clean part of the metal... YEAH RIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN... Poor Bradley has been having some diaper rash / galding issues and I think hes going to have to be seen by a dr... but convincing his parents of that .... GAH... poor kid screamed and screamed when MJ changed him and so after supper he got an oatmeal bath... he would not sit in the water for over 45 minutes finally i stripped and got in the tub with him and got his little red butt into the water... then after talking to my cousin who's a nurse too... decided to try the antibiotic cream with pain reliever that i had bought for mike as it is for burns/cuts/ scrapes&amp;nbsp; and it did help a good bit when i showed his momma when she got here it was a mild pink .. he was not happy about changing his diaper but he was not screaming either so that made me a bit happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its 1 16 am and I have been up with arther since way too early this morning just took some pain meds and going to attempt to sleep... so HAVE A WONDERFUL Sunday!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-8179675288392223090?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/8179675288392223090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=8179675288392223090&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8179675288392223090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8179675288392223090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/sliced-fingers-and-burnt-butts.html' title='sliced fingers and burnt butts'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-8362286739586980210</id><published>2010-10-09T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:09:00.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin my list checking it THRICE</title><content type='html'>I am so darn angry...with myself. &lt;br /&gt;I am Anal about bills and the like yet SOMEHOW SOMEWAY two of my bills got messed up last month and after checking and re checking to be sure that it was MY error (God I HATE when its MY error) I got them straight this morning... what really sucks is&amp;nbsp;I so remember addressing them even discussed how much home insurance had gone up with little sister cause&amp;nbsp;I asked her specifically if she recalled ... Have to check to be sure I was not dreaming it up ya know... anyway... crisis resolved but I AM NOT HAPPY YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ you cant skip school to go to the beach and all that is a HUGE IF anyway its not like you wont see me daily and be forwarned cause remember&amp;nbsp;I am your ride each day ... enjoyed yesterday (friday)&amp;nbsp;with you by the way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of yesterday MJ and I took a little ride out to the Savannah Rapids Park... while waiting on GA power to have its lunch break... I forget at times how flipping BEAUTIFUL it is out there....*you can click any pic to embiggen* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBVUBo75MI/AAAAAAAAGvM/ztY_lDZOkkc/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBVUBo75MI/AAAAAAAAGvM/ztY_lDZOkkc/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBVjG57vYI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/B8FjoGDJR6Y/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBVjG57vYI/AAAAAAAAGvQ/B8FjoGDJR6Y/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBVymw43CI/AAAAAAAAGvU/hGSR1ZIRfK8/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBVymw43CI/AAAAAAAAGvU/hGSR1ZIRfK8/s320/049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBWCS_i0yI/AAAAAAAAGvY/glnhUGwLnms/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBWCS_i0yI/AAAAAAAAGvY/glnhUGwLnms/s320/050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBWRATftDI/AAAAAAAAGvc/FI4tBI9F-rI/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBWRATftDI/AAAAAAAAGvc/FI4tBI9F-rI/s320/051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBWgMVKHPI/AAAAAAAAGvg/X-pmMKr_xLc/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBWgMVKHPI/AAAAAAAAGvg/X-pmMKr_xLc/s320/052.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBWwAf2QTI/AAAAAAAAGvk/SYSWiciAhPI/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBWwAf2QTI/AAAAAAAAGvk/SYSWiciAhPI/s320/053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;love the spanish moss and this is one place it is in abundance... had we had the time we would have walked down to the locks as the view from down there is amazing too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a million things trotting through my mind this morning but up top is the pain in the shoulders ... it is Arther rearing his ugly head and after a conversation this week with my buddy Debbie castor oil has made it on my list of things that must be purchased this weekend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain X made it too thanks to a friend of a friend on facebook... to stop the dust on the ceiling fans... Wow the info the internet can provide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking up things that I want to cook for the company coming ... so far all have said they want cinnamon buns/stickey buns... but other than that they have not mentioned much lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley has been a busy boy this week... he is 17 months old now... and learning new tricks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBYXVnlFXI/AAAAAAAAGvo/H6BHVz57BEg/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBYXVnlFXI/AAAAAAAAGvo/H6BHVz57BEg/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He had to have new boots like papa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBYasbY_gI/AAAAAAAAGvs/recNtuJRFCA/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBYasbY_gI/AAAAAAAAGvs/recNtuJRFCA/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;papa had to put them on about 47985732164 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBYgMFQzDI/AAAAAAAAGvw/AgjD3EMTvVc/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBYgMFQzDI/AAAAAAAAGvw/AgjD3EMTvVc/s320/031.JPG" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then he would take One off and do splits and other tricks... He is 26 pounds now and a wild indian... he is not too interested in talking yet conveys what ever message he chooses quite effeciently...its not that he CANT its that he simply does not want to because he has said mama, dada, papa, grandma, drink,do again, shoe, more and of course damn... eventhough his momma tries to convince us that he is not saying damn ... hes said it in quite adult appropriate situations ... GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a little sponge who misses nothing... and&amp;nbsp;I do mean nothing and he knows what he can and can not get by with&amp;nbsp; and usually only tries when his momma and daddy are here to push the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of his daddy... they (Cory and Bradley)&amp;nbsp;came over last night... we really did not want them to but it appears&amp;nbsp;I have issues with saying NO and yes I heard about it loud and clear last night after they left... GAH AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well any food suggestions for 5 to 8 are welcomed... and now i must go... have lots to do today.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderfilled Saturday!&amp;nbsp; till we meet again God bless and keep you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-8362286739586980210?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/8362286739586980210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=8362286739586980210&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8362286739586980210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8362286739586980210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/makin-my-list-checking-it-thrice.html' title='Makin my list checking it THRICE'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TLBVUBo75MI/AAAAAAAAGvM/ztY_lDZOkkc/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1732232289359581041</id><published>2010-10-07T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:17:05.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited ....</title><content type='html'>I talked to Beth last night and she set a date that unless something extreme happens they will be heading down for a visit... will be her and her mom My Aunt Betty and possibly her oldest brother Kent...then I talked to Lori and she will be coming the same week :) possibly with our cousin Steven so the fun is starting!&lt;br /&gt;they plan to leave missouri the 18th&amp;nbsp; Yahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have several cooking requests and am so excited to get to cook for them and we might make a short trip to the beach too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I got the house most of the way ready just need to dust everything and go grocery shopping!&amp;nbsp; FUN FUN FUN&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited it will be like a vacation to have company!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday to you all!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-1732232289359581041?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1732232289359581041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1732232289359581041&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1732232289359581041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1732232289359581041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m so excited ....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-5285793133347439704</id><published>2010-10-05T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:11:27.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what day is it?</title><content type='html'>its been a busy couple days ... evenings and nights no wonder bradley is discombobulated and all mixed up... he has been a total pain in the buttocks today... but is finally asleep and of course today I will have to wake him up in a bit to go carry his aunt to work... GAH he was here till 1130 last night which means his tired ass was not in bed till midnight or later ... and his dad let him wake on his own but you could look at him and tell he is worn out...&amp;nbsp;and agrivating...&lt;br /&gt;MJ... MJ...MJ I dont know where to start and since shes a frequent reader, blog hijacker.... I guess all i will say for now is my heart is heavy I wish i could fix it for you kid, I love you and wish that you did not and would&amp;nbsp; not continue to take the HARDEST &amp;nbsp;roads in your young life... I feel bad for the situation you are in yet i must remind myself that this is&amp;nbsp;where you WANT to be and what you want for yourself... and your daughter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Cory... Love you son even like you today... maybe not so much tomorrow ok..&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie...Big Deep Sigh... love you... not so happy with you but whats new... got some baby clothes and shoes from the neighbor today... so Bradley will have a LITTLE bit of Fall /winter stuff... will get through the bag before you get here and keep some here for the monster baby.&lt;br /&gt;Bradley My doll baby heartbeat mess making wild child... thank GOD you are finally napping... &lt;br /&gt;grandma really has alot to get done and has procrastinated well ... which is not your fault :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway time to get myself together and prepare to wake the baby to go pick up the aunt... and then the momma should be here to get the boy.... and if anything sounds redundant... welcome to my world :)&lt;br /&gt;Love hugs and happy whatever day it happens to be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;AND MY DARN STOVE AND KITCHEN... ARE SPOTLESS FINALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-5285793133347439704?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/5285793133347439704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=5285793133347439704&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5285793133347439704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5285793133347439704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-day-is-it.html' title='what day is it?'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7780030655388253128</id><published>2010-10-02T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:44:50.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog was hijacked LOL</title><content type='html'>it does appear that my darling daughter decided to answer her aunties comment with her own post when i was not looking... tis ok though :)&amp;nbsp; *see previous post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the Oliver Hardy festivities today... In the BIG town of Harlem Georgia... about 10 miles west of here...i took 109 photos and if you have a face crack account you can see them all if you are my face crack friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;i will select a few of the favorites to post here ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKe_fEfaxTI/AAAAAAAAGuI/8NzDGr-TYp0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKe_fEfaxTI/AAAAAAAAGuI/8NzDGr-TYp0/s320/007.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;MJ and the ice cream cone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfACdtZEjI/AAAAAAAAGuQ/kgf4wK4mHR0/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfACdtZEjI/AAAAAAAAGuQ/kgf4wK4mHR0/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Laurel and Hardy trolly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfAFYuiF1I/AAAAAAAAGuU/Yqav3s5y8ls/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfAFYuiF1I/AAAAAAAAGuU/Yqav3s5y8ls/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;MPM i thought of you with this apron and that bag to the right was totally me.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfARqj6iyI/AAAAAAAAGuY/X4Fv4g2w1zw/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfARqj6iyI/AAAAAAAAGuY/X4Fv4g2w1zw/s320/053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I do love the shriners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfAyfaKrmI/AAAAAAAAGuc/ZpQVTXsWUkk/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfAyfaKrmI/AAAAAAAAGuc/ZpQVTXsWUkk/s320/083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;they could not have fun in their cars cause the streets were so tightly packed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfA_wpE1cI/AAAAAAAAGug/3Rr6e3Qvu0E/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfA_wpE1cI/AAAAAAAAGug/3Rr6e3Qvu0E/s320/086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;thomas came too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBCzl9nyI/AAAAAAAAGuk/fZPYz40Sy-I/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBCzl9nyI/AAAAAAAAGuk/fZPYz40Sy-I/s320/095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the smelly horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBGhxjhWI/AAAAAAAAGuo/lVMYuTeEq7s/s1600/098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBGhxjhWI/AAAAAAAAGuo/lVMYuTeEq7s/s320/098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Bradley got to go on the pony rides we were heading out and happened to see him so i stopped to get some pics... we had seen them earlier and he had a fit wanting to come with Grandma instead of mommy and his other grandma and grandpa and aunt.. he got over it and had a fun time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBR_5IToI/AAAAAAAAGus/7lxQDrd6X1k/s1600/100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBR_5IToI/AAAAAAAAGus/7lxQDrd6X1k/s320/100.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;he really liked the pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKe_0MCUMdI/AAAAAAAAGuM/oWoqjaPoehU/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKe_0MCUMdI/AAAAAAAAGuM/oWoqjaPoehU/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;this pic was supposed to be the second one its was pulling the trolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBVpluzHI/AAAAAAAAGuw/-Ekx8IYnxAc/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBVpluzHI/AAAAAAAAGuw/-Ekx8IYnxAc/s320/101.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;overalls were made to hold little boys on ponys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBX5O5TsI/AAAAAAAAGu0/cCXrIjfQ0GA/s1600/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBX5O5TsI/AAAAAAAAGu0/cCXrIjfQ0GA/s320/102.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;he did not want to stop riding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBa7j5ITI/AAAAAAAAGu4/b28rK0_8hsA/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBa7j5ITI/AAAAAAAAGu4/b28rK0_8hsA/s320/103.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and he was checking out the other ponys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBeFAuNvI/AAAAAAAAGu8/yHP16Fo7pek/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBeFAuNvI/AAAAAAAAGu8/yHP16Fo7pek/s320/105.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;time to get off... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBiNjF6SI/AAAAAAAAGvA/gH5Dgm9r8e8/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBiNjF6SI/AAAAAAAAGvA/gH5Dgm9r8e8/s320/106.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;but mommy i want to play with the pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBlKMg9fI/AAAAAAAAGvE/oFP83x_jnDs/s1600/107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBlKMg9fI/AAAAAAAAGvE/oFP83x_jnDs/s320/107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and love it and pet it and keep it for my very own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBod89I_I/AAAAAAAAGvI/YncZWTNXWoM/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKfBod89I_I/AAAAAAAAGvI/YncZWTNXWoM/s320/108.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh come on mom.... then they took off in one direction and us in another.&lt;br /&gt;MJ Schlena and I stopped and grabbed a couple smoked turkey legs and some BBQ ribs and headed home to enjoy sitting and eating and resting ... Hope you have had a good Saturday too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-7780030655388253128?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7780030655388253128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7780030655388253128&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7780030655388253128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7780030655388253128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-blog-was-hijacked-lol.html' title='my blog was hijacked LOL'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKe_fEfaxTI/AAAAAAAAGuI/8NzDGr-TYp0/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-3988529940432829195</id><published>2010-10-02T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:19:52.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elsie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Said niece sends apologies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The poor princess MJ has been locked in the highest room of the tallest tower of the castle guarded by the terifying fire breathing dragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Please forgive her for she's been rescued by a knight in shining armour and is now free to communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I miss you dearly aunt elsie...things just areb't the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hope you're doing okay in the mid west with the other half of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;send mom a text and she'll send you my number so you can reach out to me if you please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Love and excommunicates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Princess Martha Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-3988529940432829195?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/3988529940432829195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=3988529940432829195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3988529940432829195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3988529940432829195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/10/elsie.html' title='Elsie...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1782909009677400674</id><published>2010-09-30T14:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:32:25.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we go from parent texting to comments....</title><content type='html'>Marfa said...&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Peachy&lt;br /&gt;I do believe if you trot out to the little shed that purple folder is right on top of one of those old boxes. try it out-i think i sawi t in my search for baby clothes.&lt;br /&gt;love and gas cans.&lt;br /&gt;Martha Jean&lt;br /&gt;10:43 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura ~Peach~ said...&lt;br /&gt;OH MARFA BEAN THANK YOU!!!!!! I will check when the baby is sleeping. GAS in the tank and then No call mommy to the rescue... Mommy no likey rescues...&lt;br /&gt;10:48 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emjae said...&lt;br /&gt;if it helps...we did get strangers help first...i swear we'd been sitting for a good hour.ughh...for what its worth the car belongs to the man child---if anything blame him!&lt;br /&gt;10:52 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura ~Peach~ said...&lt;br /&gt;IF my darling daughter got up early enough to catch the bus, she would not be sitting on the road side in the rain in a car with dents and no gas... but thats another blog post all together... What time is it that school starts again??? &lt;br /&gt;i told him go STRAIGHT To the gas station... of course he did not... GAH...&lt;br /&gt;10:55 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura ~Peach~ said...&lt;br /&gt;and should you not be doing some sort of class work instead ofconversing with mummy on the puter???&lt;br /&gt;10:55 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ said...&lt;br /&gt;humph...its automotive. two hours of blah-actually its time for lunch...lol school starts at 7:40 in am...ohhh welll i missed ceramics guess my duck will have to wait beofre its finished....and i told he was hard headed....he went staright home.&lt;br /&gt;11:02 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie said...&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!!! You two should go on the road. You could make millions!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sending me back here!&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world and don't just LOVE daughters!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MJ...you keep yo mama straight, ya hear?&lt;br /&gt;11:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;so in my world we go from texting to blog comments and these are just a few because this happened too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i really NEED millions do you seriously think we could make moneys with our crazy conversations... heck if you think these are funny you really should SEE the expressions that go with :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;humph...so i got shorted out on the bbq chicken...i got shorted out on the potato salad...and now---( and i do digress i usually tell her stuffed foods and what not like that are yucky) but i got shorted a third time with these puffy pastry yummies...im starting to think i should move home just for the food... and that delusion lasted all of like ten point 2 seconds. prayers for you and grammy. Love and yums MJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;By mj on tuesdays turmoils at 10:38 AM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;well seeing as how it is nearly time to wake up the baby to go pick up the Aunt marfa bean to carry her to work.... I guess I will wrap up this post and will be heading out to the shed after the bradly goes home with his momma... the shed never crossed my mind but it is abslutely a distinct possibility as I do recall my sister carrying out some things to the shed for me a couple months back....HUMMMM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Awaiting the dr's return call now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;update: Folder was in the shed! Yahhooo emmiejeans got it correct... I really need to go through that big rubbermade and see what all is in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-1782909009677400674?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1782909009677400674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1782909009677400674&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1782909009677400674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1782909009677400674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-go-from-parent-texting-to-comments.html' title='we go from parent texting to comments....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-5606563005063406473</id><published>2010-09-29T14:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:34:22.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna lose what little bit is left of my mind....</title><content type='html'>I never throw anything away EVER.. I have crap from 1945 ...but i have ripped this house apart searching for the clear expandable file with a purple top that has&amp;nbsp;tons of mothers papers in it... and i cant find it... I know i have cleaned and moved things but that has lived under this desk forever... I know i had set it aside to go through it and to get out the trash but there are some super important papers in there too... and I am waiting on my lawyer to call me this afternoon and I dont have the freakin papers I need ... granted he should have copies or originals of all of this stuff but....still losing it here... Bradley got here&amp;nbsp; at 8 this morning and has helped me tear the house apart... i am sure he wont help put it back together ... gah... 1 pm he finally conked out and is now napping so i went ripping through the two spare&amp;nbsp;rooms trying to figure out&amp;nbsp;where the heck i have hidden this thing from myself praying the whole time that NO ONE has tried to help me&amp;nbsp;clean stuff in years to be sure they would not have thrown it out... SURELY NO ONE WOULD DO THAT RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;well off to search some more... and wait on&amp;nbsp;JB to call me ... and make me feel ok by assuring me he has copies RIGHT... and also to guide me in the other stuff&amp;nbsp;from last night... sigh... I have a headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok am feeling much better after talking to my lawyer, he said no matter what i choose i wont be wrong... the best question he asked me was what would i do if i were nto her guardian... and that made the most sense to me about everything so after I talk to mom tonight then I will go from there... because like i told him on a good day she is unhappy but i can not deal with her being misrable... so next step will be to talk to her dr and get us on the same page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I still can not find my folder but I do know that my lawyer does have copies or originals of everything and he told me to call his secretary and get copies of anything i think i need.... so will keep looking and if there is any paper work i need I will do just that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-5606563005063406473?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/5606563005063406473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=5606563005063406473&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5606563005063406473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5606563005063406473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/gonna-lose-what-little-bit-is-left-of.html' title='Gonna lose what little bit is left of my mind....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-26779598839381728</id><published>2010-09-28T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:18:02.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesdays turmoils</title><content type='html'>First I have to laugh... Sorry MJ i so forgot that you read my blog... will bring you tater salad and chicken tomorrow... oh WAIT no I wont Mike will pick you up at school tomorrow... OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made this tonight... it is sasuage eggs and cheese stuffed in puff pastry... and OH WOW YUMMY.... I checked their web site puff pastry.com and saw nothing like this so it is a LJ original!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKKtHsuAEOI/AAAAAAAAGuA/eyHkc_GIzw4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKKtHsuAEOI/AAAAAAAAGuA/eyHkc_GIzw4/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;three of these are left and michael is taking them to work in the morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKKtMFa0blI/AAAAAAAAGuE/O9eSPLa4Zi0/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKKtMFa0blI/AAAAAAAAGuE/O9eSPLa4Zi0/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;now to the turmoil part of the post....&lt;br /&gt;got a call about 25 min ago from the nursing home... had them find a cell phone and call me back where i could speak to the nurse and mom at the same time... mom is refusing the bi pap... yeah i know i can MAKE her wear it but, I have an aversion to making her misrable... i told her that as long as her oxygen saturation stays above 91 they can leave it off but if it hits 90 the bi pap goes on... and I will talk to her tomorrow after she had time to think about the reality... cause reality is she use it she will probably live longer, she refuses it and becomes incoherent then I have to make the decisions without her input.... other than her living will / advanced directives which tell the dr to do all he can short of life support or feeding tubes to keep her alive... so IF she decides that she really wants to die (as she said tonight) then we have to get my lawyer to go in with the dr and me on the phone and change her advanced directives to comfort measures only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep my stress level just shot through the roof... because&amp;nbsp; 5 years ago when i was given ... NO I FOUGHT TO GET Guardianship of my mom.... she was totally unable to do anything for her self so when she began improving i MADE her fill out paper work with her wishes... she has times of being unable and other times of being able to make those decisions yet NOW it is totally ultimately up to me... on paper... and TOTALLY ULTIMATELY up to God when she passes away.... I DO NOT LIKE .... this part of taking care of my mother at all... because i want to honor her and her wishes and I KNOW that tonight she is completely in her right mind... yet if her O2 drops she wont be... Anyway ... i got alot of phone calls to make in the morning and one to make tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful night and Wednesday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-26779598839381728?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/26779598839381728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=26779598839381728&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/26779598839381728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/26779598839381728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/tuesdays-turmoils.html' title='tuesdays turmoils'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TKKtHsuAEOI/AAAAAAAAGuA/eyHkc_GIzw4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4557073587172456229</id><published>2010-09-27T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:06:47.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday monday</title><content type='html'>1st since a couple of you asked...NO lil sister is not the toxic one she is my full sister... OUR Older half sister is toxic and as far as i know she has no idea that i have a blog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;since we decided to let it all go i wont go into great details but i will say this... we were warned for the last 19 years about our older half sister and i have tried over the years to get to know her.&amp;nbsp; i even had her to my home one time 7 years ago... but in less than 48 hours of lil sister attempting to give her a chance she proved without a doubt to us and to our sister in law just who and what she is.&amp;nbsp; makes me a tiny bit sad but i am so greatful she did not waste any time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to much more good stuff....&lt;br /&gt;Its raining!&amp;nbsp; it has been raining LIGHT GOOD SOAKING rain for the last two days! YAHOOOO and thank you God cause we sure need it... we are 12 plus inches short for the year and after 118 days of 90 plus temps things were looking bad... &lt;br /&gt;It is 70 degrees out ... WHAOOOOOO wonderful weather some of my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;Hank is pestering me... he thinks I shoudl allow him to massage my legs until they suit him then allow him to waller me... i refuse.&amp;nbsp; Sorry hank.&lt;br /&gt;Michael will be home from work soon YAHOOOO I love 545- 6 pmish when he comes home&amp;nbsp; then its coffee and porch time &lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have bradley this evening but stephanies sister is off work so she is staying with him at their house... and thats really a good thing saves them time and gas and gives her time with the B-RAD as she calls him.&amp;nbsp; So maybe tomorrow evening we will have him if his momma picks up a shift at work.&lt;br /&gt;MJ, EmJay, or however shes spelling it today is doing well... pregnancy is progressing along as it is supposed to shes not been sick and she looks cute... gah ...her BF Mike texted her this afternoon he thinks he may have a second job... this is&amp;nbsp;a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I hope they find a better place to live the place they were looking at decided they did not have enough rent history to be comfortable renting to them... i am not sure which is worse the actual history or no history... but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is doing better, she went back to the nursing home on friday her medications were dropped drastically and i have not talked to her yet i will tonight after her supper time... several of her nurses say she looks really good but one nurse who i have known since high school says shes leary of her changes as they removed her fluid restriction and decreased her potassium (mom has never kept&amp;nbsp;a good level of potassium and fluid overload happens quick with people who have congestive heart failure... so i am cautiously optimistic .&lt;br /&gt;i think we are having sasuage gravy and biscuits for supper if i can figure out how to make the biscuits and if i have all the ingredients... if not it will be over toast... OR chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese kinda depends on what the hubby wants.&amp;nbsp; OR we do have left over BBQ chicken and tator salad... &lt;br /&gt;well hope you have a wonderfilled rest of your monday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4557073587172456229?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4557073587172456229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4557073587172456229&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4557073587172456229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4557073587172456229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-monday.html' title='monday monday'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-6494883524775880536</id><published>2010-09-26T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:14:13.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh drama</title><content type='html'>this weekend has been filled with my FIRST BAD experience with facebook... and sadly it was caused by my half sister whom i will never try to talk to ever again because she is a toxic person and i simply cant do toxic....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-6494883524775880536?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/6494883524775880536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=6494883524775880536&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6494883524775880536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6494883524775880536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-drama.html' title='oh drama'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4344279697037458875</id><published>2010-09-25T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:14:23.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to my wonderful farmlady</title><content type='html'>you my dear have offended no one, you have an opinion and I chose to elaborate on it simply because it is a wonderfully different opinion than mine. I stated that in the first part of my post because I want everyone you included to know that I like the differences in us all and I love that we SHOULD and usually DO feel comfortable enough to say what we think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like i told midwest mommy she is NOT lame because she does not like facebook, trust me in the fact there are many my hubby included who have tried it and hated it... he had one of the shortest accounts in facebook history i do believe... because he set it up at work (His BOSS asked him to make an account) then by the time he got home he asked me to delete it because he simply did not want to be bothered with it and the people in his past who were coming up through however it is facebook does what it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW to address your re evaluation of blogging my dear farm lady I HOPE AND PRAY you dont ever stop blogging because I find you interesting and I am head over heels in love with carl and company I love to go places with you as you are a wonderful photographer and I love when Brownie takes over your blog and my hubby loves your hubbys girlfriend :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you cook and eat grits :) when you have some and that my dear makes you a true sister in the sisterhood of the bloggy land and I dont let people who i love dearly go easily... therefore TAKE IT BACK do not apologise for stating what you think Do not back down or change what you feel because the people who care to comment happen to think differently and do not stop blogging or reading blogs PLEASE!!!! cause I for one would miss you and I just dont have that many people that I truely care about and want to meet in person well except for my bloggy world people and they all know that if i was rich they would be stuck with me showing up as often as possible just to enjoy their presence and thoughts and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway EVERYONE who comes here please feel free to post your thoughts ideas no matter if they differ who knows it may turn into a lovely blog post one day :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you my dear farmlady (you know i dont send grits to just anyone )&amp;nbsp; HUGE HUGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4344279697037458875?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4344279697037458875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4344279697037458875&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4344279697037458875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4344279697037458875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-my-wonderful-farmlady.html' title='to my wonderful farmlady'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4499894753884287604</id><published>2010-09-24T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:39:27.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to address a comment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;You do know that one day all of this computer life is going to implode on us and we will have to go back to being normal. I'm sorry Facebook is down but there are the old things to do like taking a walk and hanging some laundry outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;I agree with Midwest Mommy. I don't like Facebook either... or Twitter... or any of this. I'm even re-evaluating Blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my computer friends&amp;nbsp;I love their comments and I love their insights...&lt;br /&gt;now to address this comment from my point of view... please remember this is my friends comment and I totally love her and her thoughts I just think that we all probably need to re-evaluate our lives.... therefore I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&amp;nbsp;I Do believe that one day all this will go away and life as we know it will be forever changed... HOWEVER, until that day comes I am going to reach out connect with and ENJOY the things God has enabled us to have to share and to learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have to go back to being normal , what ever normal is... My normal&amp;nbsp;can be&amp;nbsp;a very lonely place YES pretty much my fault because you see 24 years ago in october I CHOSE to move 856 miles from where I grew up from all the people&amp;nbsp;I knew and to start a new life and in doing so I made few new friends and am not very close to most of my husbands family and since my kids have grown up and moved away they nor their friends are at my house non stop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT COMPLAINING there really are not that many people I CARE to associate with because I have chosen a lifestyle that does not fit JOE PUBLIC... I dont drink, I dont party, I dont enjoy loud rude&amp;nbsp;places, and for now I dont work out side my home, I do not care what the jones have and dont want it either&amp;nbsp;therefore unless you are a super special person to me I dont see you or talk to you in person... and when we do get together it is quality over quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook which&amp;nbsp;I do enjoy... and blogging which&amp;nbsp;I do love have both enabled me to CONNECT with people both family and not family that&amp;nbsp;I have not had a connection with in years .... I am NOT a big phone person I will talk on it when&amp;nbsp;I have to and on occasion when&amp;nbsp;I want to but usually thats late at night when its free :)&amp;nbsp; or if you have verizon all bets are off we can talk free too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging and facebook have allowed me to meet YOU the people who come here and read my blatherings and traumas and happy fun times and sad mad and all inbetween times too... and in turn I get to come to visit you and your families your pets anything that YOU wonderful fun people have put out there for the world to see.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I get to travel to places I would never be able to go to on my own I get to try new foods when you share your thoughts, ideas, recipies things&amp;nbsp;I would NEVER be able to do with out this mess we call the internet social scenes.&lt;br /&gt;AND really I love photography I love seeing things through others eyes... one thing I have learned in the last 5 years is that when you look through someone elses eyes you see things very differently than you may have percieved them for your entire life... and that can be a VERY GOOD THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to adress my post yesterday ... It was ment to be funny ...&amp;nbsp;I was laughing and trying to make others laugh, I was scared for a second that maybe my computer (I tend to have computer issues often) and since I pay my bills on line&amp;nbsp;I am very easily worried when something of the norm is not working because Have mercy I hate the thought of anything less than waiting to the last second to give our money to the people we owe it to and to pay the insane amount for stamps... well anyway you get my drift my computer is IMPORTANT in my mid life age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take a walk if the allergies were so bad... walking on our dusty dirt road in 98 degree temps when I cant breathe is just not an option and when i have a 16 month old whos taking his nap or spreading his toys or pots and pans through out the house then hanging laundry outside is also not a good choice... We have made and done things in our yard that are not little kid friendly and are hoping that this fall and winter we can provide a fenced in play area for the grandchildren as the option of one of them drowing in the koi pond or falling off the concrete block retaining walls is just not optional so when we take them outside we are with in arms reach at all times ... and anyone who has forgotten just how fast a 16 month old is lemmie tell you I DO NOT RUN, I DONT LIKE TO RUN, MY KNEES DO NOT LIKE ME TO RUN ,BUT, I will ,can and do have to RUN to keep up with Bradley... :) He makes me smile but he is a busy, curious little boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont twitter I dont know how and dont really care to because you see that involves that pain in the behind telephone that I do enjoy texting on with friends from time to time and I will talk on when necessary and lately has been more necessary because of mom being in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So yep I did laugh and make a bigger deal than it actually is over facebook but that is partly because I agreed to blog daily for a month and I simply did not have anything better to blog about... I was feeling rather down over mom (and&amp;nbsp;I dont like to always be negative nellie on her) and&amp;nbsp;I was tired from FIXING a few things for martha and running her to take care of important stuff while she was out of school sick... and I wanted to play solitaire without real cards ....because the computer is so much faster lol I AM SPOILED to computer solitaire and facebook has the best assortment of games ever. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So that is my take on the computer and my wonderful lovely fantastic smart thoughtful funny inspiring people whom i love dearly who live in my computer and who allow me to live in theirs :)&amp;nbsp; I love you all and hope that it is a VERY long time before we dont have this ability to reach out and touch each other because in all YOU have all been and continue to be a wonderfully POSITIVE in my life! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4499894753884287604?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4499894753884287604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4499894753884287604&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4499894753884287604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4499894753884287604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-address-comment.html' title='to address a comment...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1581672505619606804</id><published>2010-09-23T15:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:58:43.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CRISIS MODE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OH MY THERE IS A CRISIS HAPPENING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Facebook... or FACECRACK is down... I dont know how longit has been down because i have been out taking care of MJ stuff... but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am suffering withdrawels ... SUFFERING I tell ya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think to alieve the pain of these withdrawels... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will take a NAP....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;See you soon with more from my twisted mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PS loved talking to you this morning debbie... Ness Mj was on the phone with dr office will call you back soon LOVE YA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-1581672505619606804?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1581672505619606804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1581672505619606804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1581672505619606804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1581672505619606804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/crisis-mode.html' title='CRISIS MODE!'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7110173747782235202</id><published>2010-09-22T14:03:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:51:55.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wordless wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpIjGlmYZI/AAAAAAAAGtg/Xf4Hktl5fOc/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519804061196902802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpIjGlmYZI/AAAAAAAAGtg/Xf4Hktl5fOc/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpIcDsyrvI/AAAAAAAAGtY/ccFhcmRW8mI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519803940162678514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpIcDsyrvI/AAAAAAAAGtY/ccFhcmRW8mI/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpIbtX3aYI/AAAAAAAAGtQ/d2AsDw4NTAk/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519803934169328002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpIbtX3aYI/AAAAAAAAGtQ/d2AsDw4NTAk/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpHyyZhfYI/AAAAAAAAGtI/st4SdiH72i0/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519803231143820674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpHyyZhfYI/AAAAAAAAGtI/st4SdiH72i0/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpHyJhhsRI/AAAAAAAAGtA/ovnNmH3PmTk/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519803220171534610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpHyJhhsRI/AAAAAAAAGtA/ovnNmH3PmTk/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpGhubj89I/AAAAAAAAGs4/mBtYIzipADI/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519801838509224914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpGhubj89I/AAAAAAAAGs4/mBtYIzipADI/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpGhBhLgVI/AAAAAAAAGsw/3bscegKjMM4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519801826453193042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpGhBhLgVI/AAAAAAAAGsw/3bscegKjMM4/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpGEZ_13kI/AAAAAAAAGso/gtcp7uEhbsQ/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519801334808043074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpGEZ_13kI/AAAAAAAAGso/gtcp7uEhbsQ/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpGD0lcznI/AAAAAAAAGsg/b5WUYGEoK5E/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519801324765236850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpGD0lcznI/AAAAAAAAGsg/b5WUYGEoK5E/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJpFXLyKzHI/AAAAAAAAGsY/jq-R0GiREhI/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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SHE chose to stay with him and help him and take care of him.. when  HE decided that he wanted to die and not live she needed and had a surgery of her own and so he went and stayed with his oldest son and his family... then things got worse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after HER surgery was over and she was back home recovering HE eventually decided to go home... from then on the kids (ALL GROWN KIDS 6 of them) decided to treat HER like crap they would not talk to her they would not recognise or admit that she was suffering too with the decision her husband had made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week he died I was there with them.... I saw how these grown people whom i had known since birth then missed most of their lives growing up treated their mom.... I WAS SHOCKED by what i saw... but somewhere in my optimistic little mind figured they would come around after the funeral and begin to realise just what their mom felt and how alone and hurt and even angry she was....that they would understand just how selfish their dad had been to choose death over the very high chance at life... to see them and their children grow up ...to repair his marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it has been 3 months since he has died ... they still do not talk to their mom and shes beyond hurt and dissapointed in her kids shes down right mad... and ME being the want to fix it person... just dont know or see how anyone but those 7 can fix it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY have to TALK to each other ... and they wont... they are all hard headed stubborn hurting people and it makes me sad to see them ALL in such pain.... there for my wonderings on facebook and of course the kids all have accounts and will read it and HOPEFULLY realise i am taking about them.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats where my wondering mind is and my heart and prayers go out to them all because they used to be the close family that i always wished for....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-101725046026502085?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/101725046026502085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=101725046026502085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/101725046026502085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/101725046026502085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/uttt-ohhh.html' title='uttt ohhh'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-8983780972327651969</id><published>2010-09-19T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:07:37.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>medical updates...</title><content type='html'>dad finally called said my aunt was sent home with no answers to what ails her... she is to see her private doctor this week... shes been under a lot of stress in the last few years so i would not be surprised if she has an ulcer or perhaps had a panic attack... I feel for her.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is some better... the Dr said that to him she looks much better today than yesterday, that she does have pneumonia as well as the congestive heart failure and respiratory distress... her labs have improved she is on two antibotics and her heart dr will be coming in to see her and help get her re adjusted tomorrow.  I do like her doctors they really get a work out with her.&lt;br /&gt;My  aunt went to see mom this morning ...she said that mom looked worse than she has ever seen her and that she is still very confused.  she thought it was January. &lt;br /&gt;Bradley is a high energy boy but finally passed out about 11 pm last night and slept through to 830 this morning, he went down for a nap at 1130 till 130 then about 2 ish his mom and dad came to get him :)  he is really an easy kid but you have to pay attention to him because he is totally into everything!&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats all the news i have for now.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a wonderful rest of Sunday night and a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-8983780972327651969?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/8983780972327651969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=8983780972327651969&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8983780972327651969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8983780972327651969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/medical-updates.html' title='medical updates...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-8216379294034402087</id><published>2010-09-18T23:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:42:37.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no news is...</title><content type='html'>we have bradley tonight for 6 hours he was wide open wild ... finally conked out...will have him till late tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;mom was taken to the hospital this morning... she was admitted late this evening... congestive heart failure and respiratory failure.  Spoke with her dr he will call me when he makes rounds tomorrow ... or before if the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;MY FATHER has NOT called me back to let me know what is happening with my aunt who was also taken to the hospital today... so no news has to be good news right?&lt;br /&gt;will update when able.&lt;br /&gt;love hugs and prayers .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-8216379294034402087?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/8216379294034402087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=8216379294034402087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8216379294034402087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8216379294034402087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-news-is.html' title='no news is...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4777684651998555505</id><published>2010-09-17T22:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:34:04.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Ears</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the elephant ear bloom turned yellow orange, they dont bloom real often so it is a special treat when they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQijIv6VwI/AAAAAAAAGrw/b1VJFjRHfW8/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518073430474905346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQijIv6VwI/AAAAAAAAGrw/b1VJFjRHfW8/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; its a strange bloom that it has it comes up this light green spear then it turns orange/yellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQiinmdkRI/AAAAAAAAGro/m3NO5kuLxYs/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518073421576900882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQiinmdkRI/AAAAAAAAGro/m3NO5kuLxYs/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some days the reflections of the trees in the pond are mirror quality it is amazing to me to see the colors reflected on the water and the fish swimming underneath ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQh0lvne9I/AAAAAAAAGrg/pG1dyewHRsY/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072630804446162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQh0lvne9I/AAAAAAAAGrg/pG1dyewHRsY/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then someone comes up for a bite of food and makes ripples on the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQh0BrYvNI/AAAAAAAAGrY/GbnkQg42b08/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072621123026130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQh0BrYvNI/AAAAAAAAGrY/GbnkQg42b08/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today the bloom opend up to show its inner delights and to attract what ever creatures come to spread its pollen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQg6OaawWI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/84aAiEJNYqI/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518071628109103458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQg6OaawWI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/84aAiEJNYqI/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find it a rather phallic sort of flower ... and cant help but wonder what exactly God had in mind when making it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQg5odpMgI/AAAAAAAAGrI/GqttrCj9kzA/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518071617922085378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQg5odpMgI/AAAAAAAAGrI/GqttrCj9kzA/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The skies are phenominal lately it is actually rather dark on the porch but if you look UP this is some of the pretties you will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQgN_zuDMI/AAAAAAAAGrA/mmYLKhdnqp0/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518070868274449602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQgN_zuDMI/AAAAAAAAGrA/mmYLKhdnqp0/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this nimrod spent the better part of an hour trying to figure out how to get to the other side for a drink...he never got one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQgNfmJ8TI/AAAAAAAAGq4/eEdGCkN8bw8/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518070859627622706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQgNfmJ8TI/AAAAAAAAGq4/eEdGCkN8bw8/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is as close as he got... he does this most evenings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQkQn63OuI/AAAAAAAAGr4/BUDp5TXijx0/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518075311448079074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQkQn63OuI/AAAAAAAAGr4/BUDp5TXijx0/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it has been over 30 days with temps in the mid to upper 90's and no rain so the grass is dying the critters are thirsty and well we need the rain to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you all have a wonderful friday night and weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again may God bless you and keep you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/24574975-4777684651998555505?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4777684651998555505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4777684651998555505&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4777684651998555505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4777684651998555505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/elephant-ears.html' title='Elephant Ears'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJQijIv6VwI/AAAAAAAAGrw/b1VJFjRHfW8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1081551792775082857</id><published>2010-09-16T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:08:34.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>word verifications</title><content type='html'>unfortunately due to tons of spam comments i have to turn back on the pain the butt word verifications... thank you for bearing with and continuing to comment...&lt;br /&gt;Love n hugs...&lt;br /&gt;have a horrid sinus headache... heading to lie down and pray it leaves me alone! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-1081551792775082857?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1081551792775082857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1081551792775082857&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1081551792775082857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1081551792775082857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/word-verifications.html' title='word verifications'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-5580322417769606324</id><published>2010-09-15T23:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:40:43.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie update</title><content type='html'>Bradley had a fever this evening... it appears he is cutting more teeth... for awhile all he wanted was to be held... then the tylenol kicked in... and .... He was his normal wild self... then Daddy came over and stayed for supper and played with Bradley then eventually they went home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJGRTiTA6vI/AAAAAAAAGqw/Pcp3q-aP7ZE/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517350783315667698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJGRTiTA6vI/AAAAAAAAGqw/Pcp3q-aP7ZE/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-5580322417769606324?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/5580322417769606324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=5580322417769606324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5580322417769606324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/5580322417769606324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/quickie-update.html' title='quickie update'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TJGRTiTA6vI/AAAAAAAAGqw/Pcp3q-aP7ZE/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-406456186635723817</id><published>2010-09-14T23:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:31:08.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL FOOD</title><content type='html'>THE LORD'S PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father Who Art In Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't interrupt me. I'm praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But -- you called ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Called you?&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't call you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying.&lt;br /&gt;Our Father who art in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There -- you did it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Called ME..&lt;br /&gt;You said,&lt;br /&gt;"Our Father who art in Heaven"&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am....&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I didn't mean anything by it.&lt;br /&gt;I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day.&lt;br /&gt;I always say the Lord's Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel good,&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like fulfilling a duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, all right.&lt;br /&gt;Go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Hallowed be thy name .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hold it right there.&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By "Hallowed be thy name"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means, it means . . Good grief,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;How in the world should I know?&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part of the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It means honored, holy, wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that makes sense..&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thy Kingdom come,&lt;br /&gt;Thy will be done,&lt;br /&gt;On earth as it is in Heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you really mean that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are you doing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Doing? Why, nothing, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it would be kind of neat if you got&lt;br /&gt;Control, of everything down here like you have up&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;We're kinda in a mess down here you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But, have I got control of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That isn't what I asked you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What about your bad temper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You've really got a problem there, you know.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the way you spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your money -- all on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And what about the kind of books you read ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now hold on just a minute!&lt;br /&gt;Stop picking on me!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as good as some of the rest&lt;br /&gt;Of those People at church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Excuse ME..&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were praying&lt;br /&gt;For my will to be done.&lt;br /&gt;If that is to happen,&lt;br /&gt;It will have to start with the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who are praying for it.&lt;br /&gt;Like you -- for example ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you mention it,&lt;br /&gt;I could probably name some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So could I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought about it very much until now,&lt;br /&gt;But I really would like to cut out some of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would like to, you know, be really free.&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;Now we're getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We'll work together -- You and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm proud of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look, Lord, if you don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish up here.&lt;br /&gt;This is taking a lot longer than it usually does.&lt;br /&gt;Give us this day, our daily bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You need to cut out the bread..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're overweight as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait a minute! What is this?&lt;br /&gt;Here I was doing my religious duty,&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden you break in&lt;br /&gt;And remind me of all my hang-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Praying is a dangerous thing.&lt;br /&gt;You just might get what you ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you called ME -- and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying. ( pause . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scared? Of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know what you'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us our sins,&lt;br /&gt;As we forgive those who sin against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What about Ann?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;I knew you would bring her up!&lt;br /&gt;Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories.&lt;br /&gt;She never paid back the money she owes me.&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn to get even with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But -- your prayer --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What about your prayer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't -- mean it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, at least you're honest.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's quite a load carrying around all that&lt;br /&gt;bitterness and resentment isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, have I got some plans for her.&lt;br /&gt;She'll wish she had never been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, you won't feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;Revenge isn't sweet..&lt;br /&gt;You know how unhappy you are --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I can change that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forgive Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, I'll forgive you;&lt;br /&gt;And the hate and the sin,&lt;br /&gt;will be Ann's problem -- not yours.&lt;br /&gt;You will have settled the problem&lt;br /&gt;as far as you are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, you know, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;You always are.&lt;br /&gt;And more than I want revenge,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be right with You . . (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;All right, all right . .&lt;br /&gt;I forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Well, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I feel pretty great!&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been getting much rest, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But, you're not through with your prayer, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, all right.&lt;br /&gt;And lead us not into temptation,&lt;br /&gt;but deliver us from evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good! Good! I'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just don't put yourself in a place&lt;br /&gt;where you can be tempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead... Finish your prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For Thine is the kingdom,&lt;br /&gt;and the power,&lt;br /&gt;and the glory forever.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you know what would bring me glory --&lt;br /&gt;What would really make me happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;I want to please you now..&lt;br /&gt;I've really made a mess of things..&lt;br /&gt;I want to truly follow you...&lt;br /&gt;I can see now how great that would be.&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me . . .&lt;br /&gt;How do I make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-406456186635723817?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/406456186635723817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=406456186635723817&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/406456186635723817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/406456186635723817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/soul-food.html' title='SOUL FOOD'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4217507554208741305</id><published>2010-09-14T10:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:27:38.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monday on tuesday...</title><content type='html'>On Monday I got up and showered... then my niece called me and we went to do a bit of retail therapy... I was SOOOOO PROUD of her... she went into not one but TWO stores and BOUGHT NOTHING you hearing me NOTHING! &lt;br /&gt;I did not buy anything in those stores either but that was never the plan LOL.  I am not the shop a holic my dear niece is.&lt;br /&gt;then on to arbys for a fill the hole in my stomach lunch and on to walmart!&lt;br /&gt;we got our friend a cool birthday gift and SHE LOVED IT... better have! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got mike his new BB gun as the old ones are dead... then out shot him last night with his little target he set up! WHOOT WHOOOT go me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the afternoon after getting home from carrying martha to work i decided to dive into the baking i have been plotting on for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend this amazing woman who makes these amazing baked goodies... and i cant get them from her because the 3000 mile travel for me or the goodies is just not feasable... so she decided to trust me with her secret recepie that i have to eat after making :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these pictures so she can see that i have the twin bowl of hers ... that is the secret ingrediant you know the PERFECT BOWL!  and i realised when looking at them i am a much more messy cook than i ever thought... but thankfully i am a good cleaner upper too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI-CExKZ4lI/AAAAAAAAGqo/dr8o4iNvWxQ/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516771086980211282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI-CExKZ4lI/AAAAAAAAGqo/dr8o4iNvWxQ/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If i have never said it before i will say it now... Kitchen Aid I love you and I am so glad i bought you for my christmas present last year... you and my big green bowl are some of my very bestest friends in the kitchen.  :)  I really need to name you ... will ponder this for a spell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI-ByKTKkyI/AAAAAAAAGqg/Bbul2vF5sPI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516770767310328610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI-ByKTKkyI/AAAAAAAAGqg/Bbul2vF5sPI/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this Bread recipe... OH MY the many things this bread can do... this was before it rose, rised, risen got really BIG ...I had to set my oven on its lowest temp let it heat then shut it off to get the bread to rise... we keep the house a tad cool for bread rising purposes.  Punching down bread is one of my favorite things to do ... so when it was time i pretened that the bread was my friends enemy and punched it right in the nose then rolled it out and filled it up and baked it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i did not take any other pictures because of the copyrights of my friends baking.... but i assure you it is amazing....decadent... fattening ... and GOOD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I MADE my poor suffering husband take one pan full (half) of these things to work with him to share because ... we would kill our selves if we tried to eat all this by ourselves...this bread oh the thoughts i have of the many many things it can do...thats not to mention the stuff my friend does to it OH MY... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway  that was yesterday and ... yeah i had some this morning so please excuse me while i enjoy my sugar coma for the next few hours .... then i really must get busy sorting the spare room and all that is crammed into it as my cousin and my aunt and possibly another cousin are coming to visit soon and i really need to uncover the bed in there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be back later with a tuesday post to keep to my commitment of blogging every day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) have a wonderful  Tuesday!&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/24574975-4217507554208741305?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4217507554208741305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4217507554208741305&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4217507554208741305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4217507554208741305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-on-tuesday.html' title='monday on tuesday...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI-CExKZ4lI/AAAAAAAAGqo/dr8o4iNvWxQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7125375362954413047</id><published>2010-09-12T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:10:22.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday serenity :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI15Fal_0sI/AAAAAAAAGqE/jnIKKtKf-vc/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516198252543726274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI15Fal_0sI/AAAAAAAAGqE/jnIKKtKf-vc/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI15EwBp_YI/AAAAAAAAGp8/1Un3aR14Yv0/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516198241117011330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI15EwBp_YI/AAAAAAAAGp8/1Un3aR14Yv0/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI15Ed1muJI/AAAAAAAAGp0/dWetJD3kkZU/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516198236234627218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI15Ed1muJI/AAAAAAAAGp0/dWetJD3kkZU/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Sunday (whats left of it) see you monday :)&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/24574975-7125375362954413047?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7125375362954413047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7125375362954413047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7125375362954413047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7125375362954413047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-serenity.html' title='Sunday serenity :)'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TI15Fal_0sI/AAAAAAAAGqE/jnIKKtKf-vc/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4174463848811572427</id><published>2010-09-11T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:33:07.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sept 11 2010</title><content type='html'>Martha V Hall... September 11, 1920 - Feb 12, 2006 You are so missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIuRS0BtXaI/AAAAAAAAGpk/01cFJT-7Ku0/s1600/mama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515661921034788258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIuRS0BtXaI/AAAAAAAAGpk/01cFJT-7Ku0/s320/mama.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course we will never forget.... all of the people who died on this day in 2001 and how our lives were changed forever.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIuS9CRz0NI/AAAAAAAAGps/_7jP_sefNlY/s1600/220px-National_Park_Service_9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC_fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515663745926549714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIuS9CRz0NI/AAAAAAAAGps/_7jP_sefNlY/s320/220px-National_Park_Service_9-11_Statue_of_Liberty_and_WTC_fire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24574975-4174463848811572427?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4174463848811572427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4174463848811572427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4174463848811572427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4174463848811572427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/sept-11-2010.html' title='sept 11 2010'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIuRS0BtXaI/AAAAAAAAGpk/01cFJT-7Ku0/s72-c/mama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-3723589277368625473</id><published>2010-09-10T12:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T17:48:50.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>of opinions and debates</title><content type='html'>martha tends to send some very interesting texts... todays go like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Martha:&lt;br /&gt;whats your position on discrimination of pregnant teens? at grovetown high school and its policy that a girl or teen is barred from activities such as the miss GTHS pagent homecomming queen winterfest, prom queen ect do you think these policies are discriminatory or justified because they have been in effect for so long. Considered casual controversy or a true conflict of interest. A girl was dismissed at cheer try outs last year because of her parental status. even though her daughter was a product of a rape that was never taken to court. If teen parenthood is such a problem that teen parents are limited by more than their children then what else can they take from us. rights to walk the hallway at the same time as everyone else?Locker priviledges? lunch room priviledges? I will not be punished for my decisions by an inadequate source! MOM I will fight for myself and my child and for the other girls who are afraid to fight. we deserve equal treatment. its a civil rights case. its discrimination. Its immoral. what about the gay kids what about the different religions and races? if pregnancy and parenthood are so wrong then where do you draw the line? How far can they go? i wanna make a change. I want our voices heard. people have the right to know what is going on it their communities. people lose jobs because of their race or their spouses race, its not fair or right. I have the support of twenty or more teens and teachers male and female I wanna make a difference. my feelings are hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: you are forgetting the morals and responsibilities that come with being a young man or woman...why should everyone be forced to deal with parental issues when you are children yourselves... school is supposed to be a place to learn to have fun and grow you are dealing with issues that should not be a part of school... back in easier days pregnant girls had to leave school as it was not accepted as a right to go... they had special schools where the pregnant girls went...and they were taught how to care for their babies.... what do you think your special friend who probably has no idea what sex is much less anything about babies mom feels that her young daughter is being pushed into and recognising something that she is not ready to deal with...as you said where do you draw the line... think of all sides before taking a stand on one and realise BOTH sides have valid points and the right to their opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha says: Im not saying its right to go out and get knocked up when you are not ready for a child. I am saying it is wrong to treat us differently. Iam not pusing pregnancy or telling girls not to have safe sex or consider abstinance. Im saying its not our schools place to set boundaries for guys or girls who are parents. Im not saying we made good decisions im saying dont shit on us for having made a bad decision. it was wrong to send those girls away. time for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: you may change your mind after your daughter is in school...just try to look at all sides before making a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha said: what if she gets older and does the same dumb shit i did ?knock on wood she wont... i want her to be treated better than i have and better than they were i want her life to be easier . i dont want her to bejudged for me having her so young either. or being mixed or anything i want a better life for her than what i have had . if they can treat us this way then what else can they discriminate against. what if you wanted to be prom queen or something in highschool and they told you no you know because of your weight ? would you accept that or would you take a stand? imagine being gay or muslum. jewish or german? its all wrong not just this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: is it? I dont want a pregnant girl representing the queen at prom she is supposed to represent the school and its education that that school offers...again where are the moral up bringing being represented? not only are so many girls pregnant they are unmarried go to your bible and see what God says is right and wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha says: its not right to be pregnant and unmarried but you think it is right to treat a pregnant and un married girl wrong. the issue here is not pregnancy the issue is girls already with children. who stayed in school after having a baby who are working for their education ... these girls are not pregnant they are parents! if you think it ok to treat a girl with out children better than a girl with children you are wrong too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: no thats not what i said ... i said there are times that a pregnant girl is not the right person to represent the school...and in some parents arent either....i am not any more wrong than you are i have the right to my opinion and so do all the other parents in the school district... the school should be represented by girls with high morals and values demonstrated by her actions to be a girl that others look up to in trying to define who they want to be as young women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and such is the conversations of our lives all before noon on a friday.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy Friday and PLEASE Parents, daughters ,teens, women, teachers, male, female feel free to express your feelings on our wonderful conversation of the day :) I will share them with martha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;afterschool update: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we had a good talk on the way to her job, one of the many things she was so very upset about is that no one in the school students teachers or other wise would or could explain to her why the rules when the rules or even what the rules are... they simply said things like just because and because they have been in place forever.... she said and I TOTALLY agree with her... that these things have turned into a popularity contest... so I told her to find out the rules when they were made and what is needed to be done to update them or make them be what they were originally ment to be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PLEASE DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME... i LOVE YOUR THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS AND I DO NOT EXPECT ANYONE TO THINK OR FEEL AS I DO I AM NOT ASKING ANYONE TO TAKES A SIDE FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN TO GIVE MARTHA INFORMATION ... SHE ASKES DIRECT HARD QUESTIONS AND THATS NOT A BAD THING... I KNOW THAT TYPED WORDS DO NOT CARRY THE INFLECTION OR TONE OR SOMETIMES EVEN THE MEANING. :) SO PLEASE DONT FEEL I AM ASKING ANYONE TO SIDE WITH ME BECAUSE I AM THE BLOG AUTHOR i WANT HER TO BE INFORMED TO HAVE KNOWLEDGE BECAUSE KNOWLEDGE IS POWER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love you guys !!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-3723589277368625473?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/3723589277368625473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=3723589277368625473&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3723589277368625473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3723589277368625473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-opinions-and-debates.html' title='of opinions and debates'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-2322077155477778880</id><published>2010-09-09T10:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:55:56.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24 weeks...and my endless rambelings...</title><content type='html'>as of today Martha is 24 weeks pregnant... and today is a sonogram day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a few logic things i just dont get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) your appt is at 3 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) you skipped school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) your BF is gone to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) why skip school instead of leaving early dont you know you are going to miss days later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Bf works in augusta why have him take off work early to come all the way back here to pick you up when you have asked me to go with you? I can pick you up he can meet us there... saves 20 miles of wear and tear on your bald tires and he can work later and gas and ... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have discovered that if you put parmisan cheese on the butter of your grilled cheese sammich and cut the fire just a tad an add several different cheeses (i used shredded) then you will have a to DIE for grilled cheese sammich... oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really should wait a few before taking a big bite, that burn on my lip will heal someday... :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lip has forgotten that i burned it already :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley loves grandmas grilled cheese sammiches... with apple juice ... i like mine with V8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie likes her grilled cheese sammiches raw ... well thats the best way i can describe it the bread is not even brown... but her cheese was melted so i guess thats ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael calls grilled cheese toasted cheese ... its not toasted honey. it is GRILLED. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I evidently have way to much time today because i am babbleing on like a raging waterfall saying NOTHING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just to clarify... in spite of my fussing about driving Martha every where she does pay for gas... at least some and thats a good thing she, unlike her brother who shall remain nameless ...does not want to owe me any more than she has to. and she owes me plenty lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last night she sent me the following texts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"you ever wonder how your life would be if you had not had Cory so young? I just... I dont know. I dont want to throw my life away its not that I dont want her. Im just scared of what i am giving up in her place....But she means so much to me too. How do you measure the life of your child is worth...thanks mama i just needed somebody to talk to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my answers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yep have told you before if i could have a do over i would have been mid to late 20s before ever thinking about having a child you give up everything for your child. but ,what you both have to realise with this decision you have made your entire lives change....it will now center around her and not you two... you do without to see that she has what she needs and wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this is an on going conversation that we have at least once a week... when martha is home alone with lots of time to think... reality sets in hard on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;do you know... i am blessed to have some of the coolest best family and friends on the planet...:) Yeah if you are reading this i mean you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i do not like the spam comments ... i also do not like the word verifications....gah as long as they remain semi harmless... i will keep going through marking them as spam and removing them but IF they become overwhelming then i will have to go back to the crappy word verification... I apologise in advance.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if you want me to realise you have commented on an older post you might want to either let me know via a comment in the newest post or set your settings to send your email so if you desire... or if you dont desire a reply you can recieve one from me...:D reason for this is i realised there were a couple comments that NEEDED answering from last week and i totally missed them I am sorry... rectifying that asap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this man, he was my dr 10 years ago when I nearly died from necrotic tumors in my uterus, he was the one dr out of 5 i had been to who did not say, "if you just lose weight you will be ok." or "it's all in your head" or "your too young for this kind of issues" or "take these vitamins we sell here and you will be fine"  He took one look said this is not normal let's see what we can do to take care of you, then he apologised for having to do stupid stuff to apease insurance companies before finally doing my hysterectomy and saving my life... the grapefruit sized tumor and its 19 marble sized children had become necrotic and i would have died of gangrene with in weeks had he not done my surgery on dec. 19 2000.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was Stephanie's Dr and delivered Bradley and now actually hes been seeing martha since she was 16 or maybe 15 just about 16... He is an AWESOME dr~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma4zk_MDI/AAAAAAAAGpU/XU3Hkm7de38/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515109519400579122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma4zk_MDI/AAAAAAAAGpU/XU3Hkm7de38/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the little stinkers Arm :)  She was not super cooperative  for pictures but the cranky woman who does the sonograms is really good... there was a mix up and martha was actually not supposed to have a sonogram today but, to apease her they did anyway... and I am glad they did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma4nIepQI/AAAAAAAAGpM/lE7GspZ8W3E/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515109516059780354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma4nIepQI/AAAAAAAAGpM/lE7GspZ8W3E/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was keeping her legs clamped tight but the right angle and ALL GIRLY BITS SHOW :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma4DVnE1I/AAAAAAAAGpE/WcSMxsnqGpg/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515109506451182418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma4DVnE1I/AAAAAAAAGpE/WcSMxsnqGpg/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And according to martha and mike she has his ugly feet... i kinda think they are or it is cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma3iCd0CI/AAAAAAAAGo8/52vF6UyLDnE/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515109497512513570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma3iCd0CI/AAAAAAAAGo8/52vF6UyLDnE/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway if you have made it this far... KUDOS TO YOU!  this blogging every day is getting funner again... I did not realise how much i missed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so till we meet again... Have a wonderful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-2322077155477778880?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/2322077155477778880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=2322077155477778880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2322077155477778880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2322077155477778880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/24-weeksand-my-endless-rambelings.html' title='24 weeks...and my endless rambelings...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIma4zk_MDI/AAAAAAAAGpU/XU3Hkm7de38/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7713287235980097198</id><published>2010-09-08T13:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:28:55.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am with out a doubt...</title><content type='html'>the stupidest person on the planet... or at least my daughter apparently thinks I am...&lt;br /&gt;as you know if you read yesterdays post that mike her bf was looking at a place to live... and she wanted to see it before they decide... YES I AGREE SHE SHOULD SEE IT.... however the office is open 8 am to 5 pm... martha is in school from 730 am to 245 pm then i pick her up and carry her straight to work... until 630 or 7 pm each evening... so when she texted me today at 1:15 ish... to tell me what the trailor is like and how they are planning to use her name on the credit application... I am a bitch for questioning if she is skipping school and for saying that using her name is NOT a good idea... IF they DONT WANT MY OPINION they NEED TO STOP ASKING FOR IT... sheesh...i have very legitamate reasons for saying what i am saying... but again I am just stupid.... so will see what she has to say when i pick her up in a few minutes from school to carry her to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the Bradley front ... He came to stay with me today as he does each day daddys at work and mommys in school.... he laughed and played and ate and pooped and napped...then laughed played and ate some more... he totally cracks me up with his ability to carry on a conversation with the THREE words he actually says... MAMAMA DADADADA CAT yet he is quite able with ease i might add to tell you when he is thirsty and wants a drink or does NOT want a drink... is hungry and wants a cookie is busy and wants a certian toy is busy into something he does not belong in ... silence says alot. and of course he is always grinning or laughing so it is hard to get mad with him even when he is being a little turd... and he has turd moments i assure you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing about some of the thoughts with michael and I ... with the advent of internet use at his job and the subsequent email uses I now hear from my husband from time to time... and one of yesterdays emails totally cracked me up...hes a man of many words... his email read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE HOME SOON MY HONEY I LOOOOVE YOU TOO *and it had a cheesy smiley face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how after 23 nearly 24 years together we are getting to know each other in a whole different light since the kids no longer live here, cause you see we messed up a bit in the order of how things are "supposed"to be done... meet date marry kids... we kinda got that all mixed up and so are enjoying getting to know each other without kids :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get martha and then to the store so will finish this later this afternoon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well she was fine when i picked her up and carried her to work, then she texted me before i got home and said she will need a ride when she gets off work... I wish i was 16 again and loved driving all over hell and half of Ga cause it is 22 miles round trip so today was a 44 mile mess... but she was in a good mood sort of so guess we will credit her earlier crud to hormones and guilty conscience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made pork loin in lima beans in the crock pot and cornbread fritters for supper michael said it was really good just a hair line below the baked chicken and mac n cheese and balls of the night before... so I did good again ... Happy Wednesday ya'll   see ya tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-7713287235980097198?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7713287235980097198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7713287235980097198&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7713287235980097198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7713287235980097198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-with-out-doubt.html' title='i am with out a doubt...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-2322520860613518414</id><published>2010-09-07T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:29:30.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my husbandtried to kill me tonight...</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that Michael has a really big aversion to anything with cooked tomatos in it... so every so often I have a big craving and will cook something with tomatos in it... this past weekend I made some sketti ... on saturday I cut up a roast into 1 inch cubes Browned it with onion an green pepper then added some tomato sauce and spices and tossed it all into the crock pot to simmer all day while i was gone swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Lemmie tell you IT was DELISH... IF you Love tomato based foods.. the meat really soaked up the flavor... anyway darling hubby who really does not like... took one bite spit it out fussed some then fixed himself a bowl of cerial and a can of viennas... and Michael being Michael has picked merciless at me ever since... he talked about injecting hot dogs with the tomato sauce, marinating steaks in it blah blah blah... anyway I am used to his picking ... I made cheese chicken 23 YEARS ago and the wild animals would not eat it and I still hear about it from time to time... in fact Saturday night he said something about the sketti being right up there with the cheese chicken....&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... back to him trying to KILL ME tonight...&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out how to take My recipe for mac and cheese that is made in a turkey pan (feeds about 60) to a small enough dish for just us two  In fact I made some last week and shared it with martha and posted a pic ... sorry we talked about taking a pic of our plates but neither of us were willing to stop eatting long enough to go get the camera...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry side tracked again... anyway I made Baked chicken thighs (michaels Favorite and really mine too I love to make the skin like a cracklin ) and the little dish of mac and cheese and brussell sprouts...&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we are eating and carrying on about how good this is... when out of the blue Michael caught me with a brussell sprout in my mouth... and he said...."I do believe that with this I will forgive you for the skettie and will forget it too"  I nearly choked to death laughing so hard that I had tears running down my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martha had called me earlier while food was cooking asked what i was making then went to whining two out of three of her favorite foods... mac and cheese and brussel sprouts.... yeah I know MY two kids are probably the only two on the planet who LOVE veggies... ALL Veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she said the Mike had looked at a place to live today and he liked it and she hopes to see it thursday and if they decide to move there NEXT WEEK then they will be about a mile around the roads half a mile cutting through the woods and yards... from us... I hope it is all he says cause they NEED to get the heck out of the hole they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I will get to see the baby... she has a sonogram appt and I am going to go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... anyway had to share the food story... michael says he cant wait to tell it at work (they will all be JEALOUS as they love my cooking... as I will cook for them once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-2322520860613518414?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/2322520860613518414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=2322520860613518414&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2322520860613518414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2322520860613518414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-husbandtried-to-kill-me-tonight.html' title='my husbandtried to kill me tonight...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-6952994502299628013</id><published>2010-09-06T16:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:27:44.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor day...</title><content type='html'>Happy labor day to everyone here in the good ole USA i hope your day is filled with happiness and friends and family and plenty of great food if that is what you want.&lt;br /&gt;It is just michael and i today and have only gotten a few texts back and forth from Martha today...&lt;br /&gt;our discussion has been about the name that mike (gee hate trying to seperate her BF from my hubby in type ) anyway her BF has picked a name ... it is not in stone it is what he sees as unique ( i agree there) strong( not so sure i agree) and a name that will enhance leadership (totally not sure on that) HALO ... anyway SHE( MJ) asked me to come up with suggestions for a name that is strong yet soft as she is a girl that will help her to be a leader and independant thinker and yet be totally unique... so I am asking you to ask anyone you know give suggestions for a little girls name ... as for me i am heading into the bible it has names galore and see what i can find that they might like to choose for a name... i will pass all suggestions on to the babys parents as ultimately it is 100 %  up to them what they name this baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks and happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-6952994502299628013?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/6952994502299628013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=6952994502299628013&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6952994502299628013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6952994502299628013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor day...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-278878814857063111</id><published>2010-09-05T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:46:32.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday and sunday</title><content type='html'>Well several have asked... is she showing.. so saturday when we were going swimming i made her pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLr9OmhMI/AAAAAAAAGo0/sqlVsKAhuN0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513544693606417602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLr9OmhMI/AAAAAAAAGo0/sqlVsKAhuN0/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yep shes showing... the maternity pants i bought her are a size 12 and a bit big ...for today... i dont think she is convinced at how tight they will become.  she will see...the hard way as with all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLru5hOQI/AAAAAAAAGos/51t-L_V0-ug/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513544689759893762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLru5hOQI/AAAAAAAAGos/51t-L_V0-ug/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her BF came over later to pick her up (this is at my cousins house ) and my wonderful cousin asked alot of the questions we all want to know from him... BUT that being said MARTHA herself said he is about as good a lier as her so I am taking all in with a BLOCK of SALT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says he is excited about the baby, that he does not want his family to have much to do with her or him for that matter and that he will let them see the baby as long as he is there to supervise... I did not ask alot that i wanted i just listened and let Schelena do the asking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he wants martha to finish school... ok martha has to want it too... and she say she does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they do not plan to get married any times soon... HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF ... for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They ARE LOOKING for somewhere to live that is not a shit hole... Another semi sigh... hope they find somewhere SOON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sure there is more but i was tending the baby too so ... will have to sort that all out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley LOVED the pool yesterday but my camera was in the house so no pics of that... I had fun in the pool taught a little boy about 10 (He was close to swimming on his own already but was scared) how to swim he didi really really good once he really realised he was not going to sink. He told his aunt I could teach her so got her started and too little girls too on basics of not fearing the water... would love to have  a pic of this kid he has the prettiest dread locks... Most just look nappy his were neat and tight and pretty long.  Anyway hopefully we will get to swim with this bunch of schlenas neighbors again they were fun... I did laugh however when the mom was yelling at one boy that he was being too loud... ha they are kids in a pool is there such a thing as too loud??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLrANUnSI/AAAAAAAAGok/siLJD8Fi5Mw/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513544677226487074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLrANUnSI/AAAAAAAAGok/siLJD8Fi5Mw/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa gave Bradley a hat... and he wore it for quite a while he likes his papas hat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wore it sidewise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLq1oLJOI/AAAAAAAAGoc/yNNlhc_PRGk/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513544674386322658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLq1oLJOI/AAAAAAAAGoc/yNNlhc_PRGk/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and backwards, and as you can see he does not walk much any more he RUNS ... and cackles laughing as he goes begging you to chase him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLN8cyuxI/AAAAAAAAGoU/05cRslnzKb8/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513544178001427218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLN8cyuxI/AAAAAAAAGoU/05cRslnzKb8/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and he makes silly faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLNWuql1I/AAAAAAAAGoM/RMSM-hyxWzM/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513544167875843922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLNWuql1I/AAAAAAAAGoM/RMSM-hyxWzM/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and with a toy box full of electronic toys and cars and trucks and blocks and rings and toy phones and pianos and OH BY THE WAY I DID NOT BUY THE TOYS all but one are hand me downs thank you Uncle Jordan :)  anyway his most FAVORITE thing to play with is the duster from my vacuum... figures huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLNOAIOHI/AAAAAAAAGoE/0dP1eKr3Blc/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513544165533169778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLNOAIOHI/AAAAAAAAGoE/0dP1eKr3Blc/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway he stayed to swim with us when his momma went to work last evening and spent the night with grandma and papa... he was conked out by 930... back up at 2 am needing changed and a snack and some tv time on grandmas lap.. back asleep sound enough to put in his bed at 430... and I GOT TO WAKE HIM UP at 10 30... then after going shopping playing and eating he took a nap from 2- 4 this afternoon and momma came at 430 :) so now i can rest and clean up my kitchen... HOW DOES SO MUCH STUFF ACCUMULATE Insuch a short time????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway Happy Labor day weekend here in the USA and happy sunday to everyone else... Hope you have a blessed rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-278878814857063111?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/278878814857063111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=278878814857063111&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/278878814857063111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/278878814857063111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-and-sunday.html' title='saturday and sunday'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIQLr9OmhMI/AAAAAAAAGo0/sqlVsKAhuN0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7426647450177860451</id><published>2010-09-04T00:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:26:58.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday plans</title><content type='html'>made plans for martha to come do her laundry in the morning... it is 12 20 am here ... then to go to my cousins to swim supposed to be in the upper 90's tomorrow... so with any luck i will have some pictures for later...&lt;br /&gt;spent the day today (friday ) shopping with my niece, got some stuff at michaels on clearance and a tervis tumbler a big one with a lid that says GRANDMA on it so hopefully my kids wont steal it... no they wont this one, I will fight over it was 18 bucks and some change GEEZE i am a sucker... but it does have a lifetime warrentee so...&lt;br /&gt;then went to old navy and got some maternity clothing on clearance... tired of seeing MJ busting out of her clothes... and was invited to go to her sonogram appt on thursday ... failed to hide my suprise ... was told mike would be there.. her Boyfriend ... and that if i come i have to be nice... HECK I AM ALWAYS NICE ;) ya know... and was told that she wants me there when she delivers... glad to know that cause i planned to be anyway...&lt;br /&gt;well am tired and got a full day planned so off to sleep perchance to dream... or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-7426647450177860451?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7426647450177860451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7426647450177860451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7426647450177860451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7426647450177860451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/saturday-plans.html' title='saturday plans'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-100480580677092235</id><published>2010-09-03T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:02:00.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i have really bad ideas</title><content type='html'>ok when i wrote it, it(previous post on picking dates and seeing where and what i was doing) seemed like a really fun idea and would make for great blogging fodder... and IF my disc drive worked and IF the last 4 years with my daughter were not hell on wheels it WOULD have been fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest pic i can find to June 2 2006 is this one of the fish when they were little guys... just a couple months before Mike murdered several in this pic by cleaning the algae with clorox and by adding too much well water which dropped the temp of the water and the ph of the water... but it does show just how little (actually they were alot littler when we got them) they were 2 years old here. and IF i could open my discs ... well if just does not cut it...*as always you can click to embiggen *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBsBkIU80I/AAAAAAAAGnc/MDDaOBltGjo/s1600/DSCF0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512524718035759938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBsBkIU80I/AAAAAAAAGnc/MDDaOBltGjo/s320/DSCF0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and going back to april 27 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH MY WHAT A NIGHTMARE... WHO that reads here remembers the start of ROCK THERAPY? STICK/RAKE THERAPY? well that is the day that martha was finally busted sneaking out at night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBuphwcwyI/AAAAAAAAGns/1lGOmXcV7Nw/s1600/100_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512527603616760610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBuphwcwyI/AAAAAAAAGns/1lGOmXcV7Nw/s320/100_0492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it seems that therapy did not make a very big impression.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBuo6UdRXI/AAAAAAAAGnk/sJu3tblIxSM/s1600/100_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512527593030370674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBuo6UdRXI/AAAAAAAAGnk/sJu3tblIxSM/s320/100_0484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or maybe it did and that is why she decided to leave home as soon as she could legally.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway This was a BAD IDEA and this will be the only post for now that I do this lol... sorry... timing is way bad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to do some cooking today... comfort food at its best BUT i made it just for me and ended up sharing with Martha jean... sheesh i am insane... i have been craving mac and cheese and i had some bacon that needed cooking and i have wanted to try something different... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woudl be fired from cooking if my husband thought for one second i changed his favorite mac and cheese *shhhh dont tell him i never make it exactly the same twice***  anyway i made an experiment and it was DELISH... soi took the other half to martha when i picked her up from school to deliver her to work... she is my best critic cause she is willing to try just about anything i cook except liver... cause i tricked her one time with a chicken heart LOL... and she is JUST LIKE HER DAD when it comes to brutal honesty about my cooking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBwMFC86nI/AAAAAAAAGn0/UufdfGn0JKY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512529296716786290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBwMFC86nI/AAAAAAAAGn0/UufdfGn0JKY/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBwMkgPZCI/AAAAAAAAGn8/oZnzSDUY5Kc/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512529305161131042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBwMkgPZCI/AAAAAAAAGn8/oZnzSDUY5Kc/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;she ate it all up... then said its really good but dont make it like this often cause the other way you make it is so much better .... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hated to admit i totally agree with her there is a texture issue with this that i am pretty sure is the asiago cheese or maybe the roux ... but taste was AWESOME.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well so far so good on a post a day... this one is coming in early... just after midnight and hopefully I will have something happen in my world thats blog worthy tomorrow :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAVE A WONDERFUL FRIDAY!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-100480580677092235?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/100480580677092235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=100480580677092235&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/100480580677092235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/100480580677092235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-have-really-bad-ideas.html' title='sometimes i have really bad ideas'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TIBsBkIU80I/AAAAAAAAGnc/MDDaOBltGjo/s72-c/DSCF0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-8959985290645011060</id><published>2010-09-02T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:48:49.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;when i bought this laptop I loved how long the battery would stay up... 2 hours... now depending on which way the wind is blowing it will make it 45 min to an hour and 15 min. It never fails that if i am in the middle of something that is when it shuts down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure if i blogged abotu hanks squirrell... well it seems he is doing a pretty good job of thinning the herd because he keeps the  tid bits he wants to save for later in the shed... MIKES shed lol not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH-o1iF674I/AAAAAAAAGnA/qpd564GeEbg/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512310106562948994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH-o1iF674I/AAAAAAAAGnA/qpd564GeEbg/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cat hank, or i am his human... is not really bright and last night he got his brain addled a bit more... see he is a half wild tom cat who is NOT allowed in the house, HOWEVER in the last several months he has begun to dart in when we come in the door and usually will turn around and go back out sometimes he wants to go to the front from the back or vice versa... late at night i have several people i talk to on the phone and hank ususally sits outside with me on the front porch then when i come in he darts in and begs for a snack... well sometimes i can get inwithout him making it in..last night he got his head banged in between the door and frame... I had a headache for him...this morning when i opened the door he stayed a good way back so MAYBE the cat has learned something... but considering the fact that like the dog(squirtwho has been gone just over a year now ) and children we have disfunctional pets.... i somehow doubt he learned much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i am bored and dont want to clean house but will do it anyway... and i usually have some  crap to write about i am giving you guys an opportunity to pick what i talk about ... and this is how we are gonna do it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty faithful about taking pictures... in fact i have over 100 thousand on discs and other media... so if you leave a comment with a date i will dig out and find a picture from that date and write about what was happening at that time.... my digital cameras started june 2004 so pick any day month or year and year? from then till now... and lets see what i have been up to :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and you will see i am really not that great of a photographer... the cameras have really changed since way back when.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... have a happy fruitful thursday ... who knows i may make it back later :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-8959985290645011060?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/8959985290645011060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=8959985290645011060&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8959985290645011060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/8959985290645011060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH-o1iF674I/AAAAAAAAGnA/qpd564GeEbg/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7268877949467355687</id><published>2010-09-01T15:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:21:33.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>of babys and texts...</title><content type='html'>bradley and grandma had a full day... We played inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6y3Q5P89I/AAAAAAAAGmk/cGQ_SIRipZI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512039656445703122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6y3Q5P89I/AAAAAAAAGmk/cGQ_SIRipZI/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we played on the swing outside.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6ylLk915I/AAAAAAAAGmc/1qYy5q_sP48/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512039345780807570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6ylLk915I/AAAAAAAAGmc/1qYy5q_sP48/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we walked down the hill to papas dirt pile and played more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6ykg8utlI/AAAAAAAAGmU/Wfv_JK22U00/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512039334337754706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6ykg8utlI/AAAAAAAAGmU/Wfv_JK22U00/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bradley made holes in the pile with a stick, then went around and back to each hole to make it alittle bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6ykFa8bNI/AAAAAAAAGmM/VPn-7hOxAws/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512039326948289746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6ykFa8bNI/AAAAAAAAGmM/VPn-7hOxAws/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He played in the grass growing in papas dirt... and dug out rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6xWEF4PII/AAAAAAAAGmE/1FVlM5BqjLM/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512037986561703042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6xWEF4PII/AAAAAAAAGmE/1FVlM5BqjLM/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we walked up through the side yard and found the basketballs... well two of the 10 or so out there... and Bradley played ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6xVlL5RKI/AAAAAAAAGl8/145jFmcPRO4/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512037978265437346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6xVlL5RKI/AAAAAAAAGl8/145jFmcPRO4/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then he explored all around the dogwood trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6xU8e1meI/AAAAAAAAGl0/CdqBYKlCRxo/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512037967339035106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6xU8e1meI/AAAAAAAAGl0/CdqBYKlCRxo/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we cam inside and had lunch and today bradley did not have to have a five minute cry before climbing up in grandmas lap and taking a nap... in the mean time i did not realise my phone had turned off... so time for him momma came and went and i finally checked my phone and had MANY messages... and since i have decided to lay it all on the line... literally out there on my blog this is what one from martha  said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i have been thinking about some things , i dont care who told you what...its your responsiblity as a mother to tell me especially if it could effect me. dont let me stay in a situation that is wrong . But as long as you keep secrets i dont have a reason to leave or change. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL here is the REALITY... her Brother and stephanie are who told me that he is cheating on her... Cory was at her house when she found the texts from the girl he is sleeping with, (this was a couple months ago best i can figure ) Cory left before he got back home so we do not know if she confronted him... since then cory and stephanie have listened to her crying about being stuck at their trailor while he is out messing around on her... SO IT IS FROM HER... and HER SECRETS and her desire to blame me for what ever decision she ends up making.  I REFUSE to accept the responsibility of what ever she does and decides... I have told her what i am willing to do to help her and to see that she graduates high school... and let me count the ways and times i have told her she is in a situation that is wrong... GAH.... and so the saga carries on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/24574975-7268877949467355687?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7268877949467355687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7268877949467355687&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7268877949467355687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7268877949467355687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-babys-and-texts.html' title='of babys and texts...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH6y3Q5P89I/AAAAAAAAGmk/cGQ_SIRipZI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-6830934149353025581</id><published>2010-08-31T18:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:33:18.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have decided to...</title><content type='html'>get back into blogging daily... Thanks Deb and Helen... for making this decision for yourselves and in turn encourageing me to try again to write, post pics, whine recall or SOMETHING to get back into blogging... its been a rough year in many ways and I simply could not write about it all but part of me being me is letting it all OUT ... so oh ye faithful blog readers ... latch your seat belts I am going to TRY to get back into my groove HA HA you have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley is back with Grandma after months of his daddy being out of work and keeping him home with him :) thank God Cory has a job! things were getting really really BAD...&lt;br /&gt;Kisses from bradley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_9MLU1BI/AAAAAAAAGls/VuxhAe3ksUw/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511702208188830738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_9MLU1BI/AAAAAAAAGls/VuxhAe3ksUw/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Bradley is more and more like cory but only in personality his looks are becomeing completely his own... some days he favors mommy some days daddy and all personality! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_8vVJMPI/AAAAAAAAGlk/C5OBTHONmEs/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511702200445382898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_8vVJMPI/AAAAAAAAGlk/C5OBTHONmEs/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HELLO is anybody there??? someone please talk to bradley! HI Great Grandpa... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_8FYW2wI/AAAAAAAAGlc/elmD2F-7npU/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511702189184572162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_8FYW2wI/AAAAAAAAGlc/elmD2F-7npU/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On sunday mike and I decided to go to lunch... the place we wanted to eat had no power so we went to arbys in augusta...after we ate we decided to just ride a while.... We have not been riding in a long time but when we met until the kids whined about it riding was a HUGE part of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this flag was flying out in the absolute middle of NOWHERE Ga. we came around a curve and there it was in a partly cleared out section of woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_a7KV_yI/AAAAAAAAGlU/aUqQdfWOBLo/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511701619505757986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_a7KV_yI/AAAAAAAAGlU/aUqQdfWOBLo/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we rode several hours and eventually ended up in south carolina at the damn, i told mike i really did not care how long we rode just so he stopped to let me ... empty my bladder :) so we stopped at the welcome center at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_aSiwThI/AAAAAAAAGlM/Y9v4GbcQ1jw/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511701608602291730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_aSiwThI/AAAAAAAAGlM/Y9v4GbcQ1jw/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this area is absolutely beautiful the crepe myrtles were outstanding and it was not so super hot as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_Z7U1Y0I/AAAAAAAAGlE/FJlNgHSWHGQ/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511701602369889090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_Z7U1Y0I/AAAAAAAAGlE/FJlNgHSWHGQ/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as we walked around the observation area i was watching this HUGE bee... (remember you can click any pics to embiggen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this be was happy as a pig in muck and did not even care that i had my camera about 6 inches from it... he was flying from flower to flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1-rD7t-5I/AAAAAAAAGk8/jzxi0UjPwN8/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511700797226613650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1-rD7t-5I/AAAAAAAAGk8/jzxi0UjPwN8/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my favorite pic of the bee he was so busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1-qtbT51I/AAAAAAAAGk0/PSgWcIX1GmI/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511700791185106770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1-qtbT51I/AAAAAAAAGk0/PSgWcIX1GmI/s320/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another view as he walked all over the flower hunting pollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1-p28kuaI/AAAAAAAAGks/7o-sjSdUIYQ/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511700776560671138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1-p28kuaI/AAAAAAAAGks/7o-sjSdUIYQ/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway after 4 and a half hours of riding we came home and eventually ate the roast i had cooking in the crock pot... hope you enjoy the abbreviated ride we took...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no changes with martha... she is oblivious to reality... and i suspect i was at 18 too... SHUT UP DAD... I LOVE YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/24574975-6830934149353025581?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/6830934149353025581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=6830934149353025581&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6830934149353025581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6830934149353025581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-decided-to.html' title='I have decided to...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TH1_9MLU1BI/AAAAAAAAGls/VuxhAe3ksUw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7873328986465046295</id><published>2010-08-30T16:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:33:44.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i have come to the conclusion....</title><content type='html'>that i am very angry...i don't think until i was talking to Stephanie(Cory's gf) today that it hit me just how angry i am ... and WHY ...&lt;br /&gt;well let me count the ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am being forced to accept things i do not believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)interracial relationships...&lt;br /&gt;which i have accepted her choice when she left home back in December... HOWEVER call me a hypocrite if you must... IF he was a DECENT Black guy one who took care of himself and Mj IF he worked full time and paid his bills and was not ALWAYS about to be evicted or the power about to be cut off...IF HE did not cheat on my daughter... IF he did not have 2 children that he has nothing to do with (Supposedly the mother keeps the kids from him) HUMMM why would she do that?? oh whoops I digressed.  THEN I do Believe I could accept him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)Bringing a child into a UNSTABLE environment...&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN LIVE AND DO AS YOU WANT but A BABY DESERVES MORE, BETTER, CLEAN, BUG FREE, HOLE FREE, LEAKING WATER FREE space to live in... DO NOT get me wrong i have lived in some shitholes in my life... BUT MY KIDS HAVE NEVER and yes i live in a TROUSE... a single wide trailor with rooms added on to make it a rather large TROUSE.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but in todays times the accessibility of birth control is much to easy and unless something drastic happens you simply DO NOT get pregnant unless you choose to.  NOTHING DRASTIC HAPPENED she did not take her fricken birthcontrol ... ok.. thats the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) YOU GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL BEFORE you do the crap my daughter has chosen to do... I learned by being a highschool dropout that there is LITTLE chance in hell of getting a decent job going to college or trade school and these days even the military wont take you WITHOUT a high school diploma... and as a PARENT i have preached all the above to BOTH of my kids their entire lives... they grew up watching their dad and I do without so they would have and going to school and working to be able to provide for them.... but evidently that tid bit of information has slipped her memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d)YOU PLAN, YOU WORK&lt;br /&gt;YOU decide what you want then you bust your ass and go get it... you don't screw around and cry POOR ME and hold your hand out to every fricken agency around acting like SOMEONE OWES YOU... BULL SHIT.  AGAIN... DO NOT GET ME WRONG... the reason programs are there is to help you... and you use them with pride and work your ass off to do better and when you are doing better you GET OFF THE PROGRAMS... YES when i was pregnant with Martha i had medicaid yes i had assistance with child care when I Was in school to be a nurse and YES for about 6 months we got food stamps to be able to feed our kids... and YES my dad put a second mortgage on his house to save ours... THANKS AGAIN DAD.... BUT when we got our shit together we worked our asses off at two and three jobs at a time 90 to 120 hours a week to pay our back bills and get on our feet all the while coaching ball teams and piano lessons and band and what ever else our kids wanted to do got done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't stand being lied to...&lt;br /&gt;See previous post. &lt;br /&gt;She is still lying or simply not talking at all... Lying by omission... still a lie.&lt;br /&gt;again call me a hypocrite because I lie to my mom ... alot... I do not tell her about my son when he was arrested (3 times) I did not tell her when he was in the car wreck that totalled the car she gave him... I Have not told her that martha left home at 18 years and one day less than one month of age to live with a older black guy that she had known for less than 2 months... I am not telling her martha is pregnant (thats why i cant talk about this stuff on facebook.) BUT IF ANYONE can tell me WHAT GOOD it would do to tell my mother who is living in a nursing home 856 miles away,in poor health at best who would stew herself into a frenzy then drive me insane (R).... and can convince me that i should, then and only then will I tell her so many details in our lives.  AND THAT MAKES ME CRAZY because i wish i COULD talk to her... and ask her advice and bawl about how much i have failed as a mother.... gah... wheres my cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can not stand fighting with my husband over the kids... we have been together 23 years we fight over two things... our kids and money...we dont have money so we dont fight about that often... lately theres been some doozys over the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE have agreed that I will do what i feel i need to and he won't fuss at me and fight with me and I will NOT try to make him think one way or another HE WILL sort his feelings his way and he will do as he sees fit about this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am very angry...&lt;br /&gt;at people in my family (ALL SIDES OF IT) again cant talk about it on FB cause all sides are represented there... Make your stand ,Draw your line but , DONT TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD THINK FEEL OR DO and I WILL DO THE SAME FOR YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT... WHEN YOU SAY "I SIMPLY CAN NOT ACCEPT YOUR MIXED RACE CHILD"  DO NOT SPEAK TO ME ABOUT WHAT A GOOD SOUTHERN BAPTEST YOU ARE TO ME... CAUSE I WILL CUSS AND SCREAM AND CALL YOU BAD NAMES AND PROBABLY MAKE A COMPLETE ASS OF MYSELF...  thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i am sad.. sad for the loss of my daughters youth the loss of BOTH of my kids young adult hood to the responsibility of parent hood... I am sad that as their mom I could not get through to them to make them see and understand that the best thing they both HAD was time ... and now that FREEDOM that was so deeply desired by them both is gone... and even NOW i am not sure they understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so IF you have read this far... WOW GOD BLESS YOUR HEART... and thank you for all the prayers and for sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure i will have LOTS more to add in the coming hours days weeks months and years...&lt;br /&gt;anyone care to wear my shoes for a bit? i need a break my feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;until we meet again... God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-7873328986465046295?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7873328986465046295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7873328986465046295&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7873328986465046295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7873328986465046295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-come-to-conclusion.html' title='i have come to the conclusion....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4780704143174530229</id><published>2010-08-28T18:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:13:23.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more updates..... *WARNING*</title><content type='html'>gonna be a bit redundant here and say that I have been remiss on posting, but am also gonna beg forgiveness and say that those who really know me know that I dont like posting negative things and that until I have chewed and digested things I dont have a lot to say about them.... ALSO, I had to debate and discuss just how much I wanted to share on a public forum.  that being said I will ask a HUGE favor from my friends and family on facebook, I do not want to discuss what I am about to discuss here ... over there, and the reason is because on facebook I have friends who know my mother and work with my mother and we have decided that mother does not need to know about this.  I may be wrong for making this decision but after much prayer and thought and discussion with my husband, daughter, father and others who know mom, realize that she simply can not handle this.  so with all that being said... *yes i know there is a SLIM chance they could see this but after 5 years of blogging they have not discovered it yet.... YET.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must back track a bit... and add one more qualification I will not defend myself or my beliefs to anyone and as a reader of my blog you are totally entitled to yours as well and you are even welcome to express them as long as there is NO ATTACKING OF ANY PERSONS on my blog for their thoughts or beliefs... I simply wont stand for it.  :) thank you all love you all and NOW I will talk about whats happening in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as many of you know my daughter left home when she was 18 years and one day short of one month old... or december 27th of last year. she was a junior in high school at the time and left home to live with a 24 yr old black man.  we told her then that we do not believe in interracial relationships and that it is totally unfair to the children of those relationships to be abused and mistreated in this world and YES discrimination is alive and well in the south... both Black and White people do not think it is right.  now does that mean that i think one is better than the other ... HELL NO i dont I have worked with partied with shopped with dined with sat on my front porch and cried with prayed with my black girl friends over my daughter, as has my husband and his black friends, and her decisons... and i am sure we  will continue to do so as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not nor will I ever believe that a 24 year old man has any interest in a 17 yr old girl (she was almost 18 when they met) other than one thing ,and any MAN who will encourage a girl in highschool to leave home before she graduates is not a good man in my book... any man who will provide alcohol and PROBABLY pot to a 17-18 yr old is also NOT a good man in my book but i digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ is now a senior in highschool and is also as of Thursday 21 weeks pregnant by this same man whom I have been informed HAS OPENLY cheated on her ... STRIKE THREE/FOUR/FIVE your out in my book.... anyway... My child yes at 18 she is still a child, hell she sucks her fricken thumb when shes upset or tired.... come on... anyway i find myself digressing again... sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ is having a girl that is due on December 26th....  Am I sick and ill over this information?? YEP. am I SURPRISED???  NO i wish i could say i was but no i am not... angry... yeah mostly over her 4 months of LIES and deception... because as i RE explained to my child today... I CAN HANDLE ANYTHING... EXCEPT lies... they simply make me so damn angry that i can not think straight and drive me right over the edge, SO having re discussed that she pinky swore to not lie to me... We will see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hear from her lips her plans and then decide how involved i would be... my main concern is to see that she graduates high school... and of course that is something she has to want... and she does so that makes my plans easier... i will continue to provide a ride from school to her job each day... i will of course help with what ever she needs as much as i can... and will take care of the baby after it is born so she can go to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note she actually made me proud of her because she has started a society at school two weeks ago... one that I SO WISH NEVER NEEDED TO BE.... but a society of teen parents that includes anyone who has had a baby be it the dad or mom or is pregnant any teachers who were teen parents (AND THERE ARE SOME IN HER SCHOOL!)  and anyone who wants to come... so far there are 26 members!!!! OH MY GOD!  so there is some positive in it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there is a million more things running through my head and I will be more faithful about blogging because I am a person who has to put my thoughts down so i can sort them and deal with them and through blogging i have found a great group of people who add to my thoughts and perspectives in such a wonderful mannor that it takes the HARD stuff in life and makes it bearable... THANK YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on that note... anyone got any old maternity clothing lying around shes about to bust out of all her clothes... she wears a 12/14  in pants and medium shirts for now.... i am seeing some trips to goodwill soon too... thankfully we are good on BIG baby items because we still have everything that was bradleys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ... I will keep you all informed with how things are THANKS AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Love Peach:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4780704143174530229?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4780704143174530229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4780704143174530229&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4780704143174530229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4780704143174530229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-updates-warning.html' title='more updates..... *WARNING*'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4770928522137557873</id><published>2010-08-11T00:35:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:31:55.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>family game night....</title><content type='html'>as usual my pictures loaded backwards and this was the last saturday night in july... so I am behind... but anyway my sister and brother in law (in this pic) carol is standing Bill sitting and thier daughter erin sitting, had game night at their house... the WOMEN won the trivial persuit game :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIxoNkSRHI/AAAAAAAAGkk/3U6913SBJhU/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504016261506548850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIxoNkSRHI/AAAAAAAAGkk/3U6913SBJhU/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My neice Kerrie then sister in law Sylvia and sister in law Dionne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIxnphmwWI/AAAAAAAAGkc/_ZGrRkuq-9I/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504016251831632226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIxnphmwWI/AAAAAAAAGkc/_ZGrRkuq-9I/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sister in law Marsha, SIL carol BIL, bill and Neice erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIwwceQ9hI/AAAAAAAAGkU/r27TOHV1hJc/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504015303435154962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIwwceQ9hI/AAAAAAAAGkU/r27TOHV1hJc/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephew James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIwvtEtZ3I/AAAAAAAAGkM/u-HWGtc0rQs/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504015290711500658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIwvtEtZ3I/AAAAAAAAGkM/u-HWGtc0rQs/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIN again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIuaZwFh2I/AAAAAAAAGkE/bmS-5ZekjRw/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504012725724219234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIuaZwFh2I/AAAAAAAAGkE/bmS-5ZekjRw/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIuZz8T6GI/AAAAAAAAGj8/oyiZbyH6GeY/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504012715574945890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIuZz8T6GI/AAAAAAAAGj8/oyiZbyH6GeY/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGItrDc24fI/AAAAAAAAGj0/G6mpqUlFsfs/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504011912284135922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGItrDc24fI/AAAAAAAAGj0/G6mpqUlFsfs/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James likes to attempt to fake us out, he is  good at this game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504011906169786738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGItqsrFUXI/AAAAAAAAGjs/cfjp5m56dhY/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pretends to be upset when we get the answer right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGItBulBRAI/AAAAAAAAGjk/wGYV249f8Xs/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504011202306589698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGItBulBRAI/AAAAAAAAGjk/wGYV249f8Xs/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there is alot of laughing (Marsha SIL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGItBB6UYkI/AAAAAAAAGjc/c_4Tc_-V8r4/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504011190316327490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGItBB6UYkI/AAAAAAAAGjc/c_4Tc_-V8r4/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carol covering bills head with his fav blankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIsYgnpGxI/AAAAAAAAGjU/gbyim5EO1LY/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504010494184856338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIsYgnpGxI/AAAAAAAAGjU/gbyim5EO1LY/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neice Brittany and her BF Brandon and Nephew James... tons more laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIsYGUq7vI/AAAAAAAAGjM/swa1xnZ67QI/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504010487125962482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIsYGUq7vI/AAAAAAAAGjM/swa1xnZ67QI/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More neices great neices and nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIrr2y8McI/AAAAAAAAGjE/ENKmpUSU1Fg/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504009727043711426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIrr2y8McI/AAAAAAAAGjE/ENKmpUSU1Fg/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great neice Savannah, neice Amy, Bill,Carol, Sylvia and amys hubby Larry and brenners face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIrrZaXypI/AAAAAAAAGi8/BBpL8oPx6bU/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504009719156034194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIrrZaXypI/AAAAAAAAGi8/BBpL8oPx6bU/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tons of wonderful food was made and eatten before the games began,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIqyKiteZI/AAAAAAAAGi0/zcEW1wqBy3w/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504008735911934354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIqyKiteZI/AAAAAAAAGi0/zcEW1wqBy3w/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy and Larrys eldest little darling callie mae :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIqxla6aYI/AAAAAAAAGis/vvDn6awAaRU/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504008725947115906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIqxla6aYI/AAAAAAAAGis/vvDn6awAaRU/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; three of my sister inlaws making sure all got plenty to eat and drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIqMNTxGvI/AAAAAAAAGik/td3uzHJ095k/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504008083819535090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIqMNTxGvI/AAAAAAAAGik/td3uzHJ095k/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsha cutting up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIqLlV6MEI/AAAAAAAAGic/JC3HKz2ItZM/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504008073091100738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIqLlV6MEI/AAAAAAAAGic/JC3HKz2ItZM/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy and larrys baby Maggie leigh feeding aunt DEEDEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIpYKC3MTI/AAAAAAAAGiU/BVljhMoe4m8/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504007189590126898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIpYKC3MTI/AAAAAAAAGiU/BVljhMoe4m8/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brittany and maggie leigh sharing a doughnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIpXTpXVVI/AAAAAAAAGiM/xLF2fCbWwKI/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504007174987666770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIpXTpXVVI/AAAAAAAAGiM/xLF2fCbWwKI/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and be thankful you could not hear any of the sounds I heard because I promise you this bunch put the thunder and lightening storm that was happening out side to shame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was alot of fun and hopefully there will be another game night in the future :) glad you could come play with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a blessed wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24574975-4770928522137557873?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4770928522137557873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4770928522137557873&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4770928522137557873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4770928522137557873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-game-night.html' title='family game night....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TGIxoNkSRHI/AAAAAAAAGkk/3U6913SBJhU/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-7091269889169137580</id><published>2010-08-04T06:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T06:52:30.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>when you are working hard or playing hard, Saturday I decided to go see if my cousin Schlena needed any help moving, I took the truck and the hand truck... and SHE DID.  thankfully she had a group of men from the church with a pannel truck who took ONE huge load to her new place... we surely could have used the help for a second load but, they did not come back after lunch... we ended up with what amounted to 6 more loads from the old house and more the next two days...it is  astounding how much stuff we accumulate when living in one place for a long period of time. I really MUST de clutter MORE. &lt;br /&gt;last week Bradley and his parents were over and papa sprayed Bradley in the hose, I am not sure who had more fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFk_7lLyAyI/AAAAAAAAGiE/4-xsaP3eOBM/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501498712636130082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFk_7lLyAyI/AAAAAAAAGiE/4-xsaP3eOBM/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bradley loves the water in all shapes forms and fashion... he is just like his daddy was with the hose we could run the well dry and he would want more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFk_vD7xemI/AAAAAAAAGh8/lToDAW0-GOw/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501498497552185954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFk_vD7xemI/AAAAAAAAGh8/lToDAW0-GOw/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for your daily dose of laughter , watch the video below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8aad3b1c22c9aeaf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8aad3b1c22c9aeaf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D599BCDE9BB8E1C4ACAA72282C0660BB4EB42A71C.7C8CEECB2A8470C417416AAF6A567CB4CE1DC239%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8aad3b1c22c9aeaf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVpEQmUgmVf7ho1bp1yiFhsd9yo0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8aad3b1c22c9aeaf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936120%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D599BCDE9BB8E1C4ACAA72282C0660BB4EB42A71C.7C8CEECB2A8470C417416AAF6A567CB4CE1DC239%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8aad3b1c22c9aeaf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVpEQmUgmVf7ho1bp1yiFhsd9yo0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on monday when I went to see if I could help Schlena more, I found when I got there she needed a plummer bad, so as she was calling a friend of hers to find phone numbers of plummers ... the light went off in my head and I realised that my nephew , her cousin is a plummer and needing some work so we called him and he came over and fixed the problem and ended up with alot more work to do... thank you so much kenneth for being available and able to do all this for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She ended up with a new kitchen sink, a new toilet seat and unstopped toilet and tub, her washer and dryer with the hookups that were not there two start with ... that one baffled me but the previous owner had things rigged in a super dangerous way.  Kenneth ran electricity to the porch and for the washer :) made a dryer vent outlet and helped me move some stuff, hung the many things that needed hanging and was fun to hang out with while we worked :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided yesterday (been procrastinating for a while) to go get my hair cut.  SOMEDAY I WILL LEARN, to walk away when the ONE girl is not in who actually knows how to cut my hair, I told the woman I DO NOT want my hair as short as the previous woman who had been in her chair but, I do want about an inch or inch and a half cut off... WELL FIRST CUT ... and my hair was WAY WAY shorter than I wanted but What do you do when the middle of the back is now at the base of your neck? yeah you end up with a very short hair cut... cause you are not walking out with that huge hole in the back of your hair... GAH... I told her I dont want it cut above my ears as I get wings... so SNIP and its halfway up my ears... I AM NOT A MAN for Gods sake I dont want  a mans hair cut... but...Finally when it appeared she was backing off with the sissors... that I have a very short cut... and like I told her and myself and mike and cory... it is just hair it will grow back.. soon cause my hair is just like that....and NO there will be no pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do have  quite a few pics on the camera... I need to load them today and see what all is actually on there... I know there are some from the move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well anyway just wanted to visit my blog and yours too :) hope you have a wonderful Wednesday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-7091269889169137580?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8aad3b1c22c9aeaf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/7091269889169137580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=7091269889169137580&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7091269889169137580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/7091269889169137580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFk_7lLyAyI/AAAAAAAAGiE/4-xsaP3eOBM/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1962789317493249480</id><published>2010-07-29T10:02:00.036-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:26:32.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 16 thru 23...WARNING LONG POST!</title><content type='html'>You have been warned... Grab a cup of coffee Get comfy this is the longest post ever... Hope you enjoy and remember you can click any pics to embiggen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16th Lori and I headed out to Missouri... all was moving right along until dad called then SUDDENLY Bottle neck in ATL... on 285 at the 85 sketti bowl... it lasted over an hour and stayed stopped up until the 75 interchange (seems like about 10 miles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGo64VwUuI/AAAAAAAAGhU/gIJYky9FYD0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499362349505598178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGo64VwUuI/AAAAAAAAGhU/gIJYky9FYD0/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank God we were on the bottom I would have to be admitted to a mental ward if i were stuck on top I HATE Fly overs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGooZzceAI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ipxhhKOgvnU/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499362032070981634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGooZzceAI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ipxhhKOgvnU/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep very good thing we were on the bottom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGonzizoQI/AAAAAAAAGhE/Jh7ZnAdbD94/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499362021800648962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGonzizoQI/AAAAAAAAGhE/Jh7ZnAdbD94/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chattanooga was a bit hazy but beautiful as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGnVyZE9bI/AAAAAAAAGg8/KO9Ao9AjXlY/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499360612742133170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGnVyZE9bI/AAAAAAAAGg8/KO9Ao9AjXlY/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mount Eagle through Loris eyes, I love mount eagle especially in the spring before all the waterfalls are hidden by the leaves... I just wish they had some safe areas that people could stop and really look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGnVbdJm5I/AAAAAAAAGg0/Wg0FNMu3rZM/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499360606585199506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGnVbdJm5I/AAAAAAAAGg0/Wg0FNMu3rZM/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; skies were amazing through kentucky, such beautiful clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGmxROXrNI/AAAAAAAAGgs/971R0tmQrIE/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499359985363561682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGmxROXrNI/AAAAAAAAGgs/971R0tmQrIE/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked a few favorites we had over 175 pics on day one alone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGmwxwdQ6I/AAAAAAAAGgk/6BTdYlkjhj4/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499359976916599714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGmwxwdQ6I/AAAAAAAAGgk/6BTdYlkjhj4/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the closer we got to Illinois the more menacing the clouds became, we could just about reach out and touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGmNc_UfyI/AAAAAAAAGgc/D4ZuFY3T4Gc/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499359370046373666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGmNc_UfyI/AAAAAAAAGgc/D4ZuFY3T4Gc/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lori Spotted an egyptian in the clouds below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGmMztmIpI/AAAAAAAAGgU/RSzEulKVn5g/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499359358966178450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGmMztmIpI/AAAAAAAAGgU/RSzEulKVn5g/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just past metropolous (Sp) it started to rain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGlnjx6rOI/AAAAAAAAGgM/NK7gVoCNF64/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499358719034174690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGlnjx6rOI/AAAAAAAAGgM/NK7gVoCNF64/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; really really hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGlnGEGqQI/AAAAAAAAGgE/hG3lWNJJAwI/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499358711057393922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGlnGEGqQI/AAAAAAAAGgE/hG3lWNJJAwI/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we could not even see enough to pull off the road and big trucks and busses were whizzing right on by us.... that dark line is the windshield wiper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGk8Pa8KnI/AAAAAAAAGf8/WvA7TjG8R1A/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499357974834719346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGk8Pa8KnI/AAAAAAAAGf8/WvA7TjG8R1A/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 30 minutes and a very long detour later, all was HOT and clear... Parts of 57 were closed so we took back country roads, other than having to slow to 30 mph every 5 miles it was really a fun part of the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGk72sNJiI/AAAAAAAAGf0/hux1ocLNA4g/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499357968196249122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGk72sNJiI/AAAAAAAAGf0/hux1ocLNA4g/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lori was amazed at the water irrigation systems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGkWC-E3FI/AAAAAAAAGfs/KRRTnayd8Q4/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499357318657399890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGkWC-E3FI/AAAAAAAAGfs/KRRTnayd8Q4/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we stopped to get gas and saw this fella he was on his phone and had his drink, we loved his ride LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGkVkFbGdI/AAAAAAAAGfk/CMAsYVSNyTM/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499357310366718418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGkVkFbGdI/AAAAAAAAGfk/CMAsYVSNyTM/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we saw some really cool churches and stopped to take some pics, From afar this looks like a cross but up close it is a wind vane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGjti4ek2I/AAAAAAAAGfc/R8jVAqDM_dc/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499356622849217378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGjti4ek2I/AAAAAAAAGfc/R8jVAqDM_dc/s320/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you can see this church from a couple miles away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGsz5-8QaI/AAAAAAAAGhc/3oJmkgBUzj4/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499366627734208930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGsz5-8QaI/AAAAAAAAGhc/3oJmkgBUzj4/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a few towns later we came upon this beautiful cemetary and church and had to stop and take pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGiHuFpD_I/AAAAAAAAGfM/RDBdtMPHn-g/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499354873510563826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGiHuFpD_I/AAAAAAAAGfM/RDBdtMPHn-g/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was just breath takingly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGiG7wy1DI/AAAAAAAAGfE/kX1st7CX9Zo/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499354860001350706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGiG7wy1DI/AAAAAAAAGfE/kX1st7CX9Zo/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The church was a beauty too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGhlu0Au9I/AAAAAAAAGe8/-0gACA6jGVk/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499354289589500882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGhlu0Au9I/AAAAAAAAGe8/-0gACA6jGVk/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped so lori could get up close and personal with some corn, I am sure we passed a billion acres of it through out the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGhladNJpI/AAAAAAAAGe0/jPWtUTagH_U/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499354284125136530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGhladNJpI/AAAAAAAAGe0/jPWtUTagH_U/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the fountain in Bellville is always a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGhAKSl7ZI/AAAAAAAAGes/9dMU32eR4AE/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499353644130495890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGhAKSl7ZI/AAAAAAAAGes/9dMU32eR4AE/s320/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and one of the coolest watertowers ever in Collinsville,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGg_szDIWI/AAAAAAAAGek/hTBYXpz1CE0/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499353636213563746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGg_szDIWI/AAAAAAAAGek/hTBYXpz1CE0/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we stopped and dads house for supper but, forgot to take the camera in, we thought we would make it all the way to Beths house but decided to stop about an hour and a half after we left and got a room, our cousin was close by so he came to yak with us for a couple hours. we debated on WHERE to park until we saw this and KNEW we had found the right spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGggCpM5SI/AAAAAAAAGec/DepUhdz-uko/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499353092322026786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGggCpM5SI/AAAAAAAAGec/DepUhdz-uko/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seems like i got several sweet waves from these two that night but it was all in good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGgf413MeI/AAAAAAAAGeU/T2hMcl4O_PY/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499353089690776034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGgf413MeI/AAAAAAAAGeU/T2hMcl4O_PY/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday we got to Hannibal and had Lunch with a couple friends (again forgot to take out the camera) and after lunch we went on the abbreviated tour and showed Lori the sights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riverview park has the most beautiful places ... this is inspiration point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGf74LP8bI/AAAAAAAAGeM/kx6BWYU6rro/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499352471036752306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGf74LP8bI/AAAAAAAAGeM/kx6BWYU6rro/s320/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She took a pic of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGf7Pz-RVI/AAAAAAAAGeE/uYU2dpibxJE/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499352460201706834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGf7Pz-RVI/AAAAAAAAGeE/uYU2dpibxJE/s320/083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everyone who goes to riverview park must stand with Mark Twain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGf6hR7SEI/AAAAAAAAGd8/VKkcIATl7oU/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499352447710873666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGf6hR7SEI/AAAAAAAAGd8/VKkcIATl7oU/s320/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and visiting the lighthouse is a must in summer you cant see the river for the trees...good thing it was never a working lighthouse but placed up on cardiff hill for the tourist trade thanks to Sam Clemmons stories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGfaHbiGWI/AAAAAAAAGd0/5t03K4c6pG4/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499351891016030562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGfaHbiGWI/AAAAAAAAGd0/5t03K4c6pG4/s320/094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovers leap is a place to stop and get a feel for the size and hills of downtown Hannibal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGfZWlylkI/AAAAAAAAGds/Z8Qet-4ssR8/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499351877905716802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGfZWlylkI/AAAAAAAAGds/Z8Qet-4ssR8/s320/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it really is quite lovely...something i did not appreciate when i was a teen living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGewoMiA6I/AAAAAAAAGdk/y1zKHnNKTEo/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499351178256974754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGewoMiA6I/AAAAAAAAGdk/y1zKHnNKTEo/s320/100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; riverside cemetary is a place i love to visit the views are special and the history is fantaboulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGewMYDjOI/AAAAAAAAGdc/d3vdnl-awUI/s1600/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499351170789117154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGewMYDjOI/AAAAAAAAGdc/d3vdnl-awUI/s320/107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love the old stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGeK_JRWTI/AAAAAAAAGdU/wQncxpaYW7Q/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499350531582286130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGeK_JRWTI/AAAAAAAAGdU/wQncxpaYW7Q/s320/119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we ventured out to mt olivet searching for one of my friends, the office was closed so we rode through and checked out the magnificet stones, this one is beautiful and about 9 ft tall and 7 wide it is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGeKWXIv6I/AAAAAAAAGdM/YKezmQIhxb8/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499350520634589090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGeKWXIv6I/AAAAAAAAGdM/YKezmQIhxb8/s320/120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one is HUGE too and both are quite beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGdhxYUDkI/AAAAAAAAGdE/T-nt3jFANts/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499349823512645186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGdhxYUDkI/AAAAAAAAGdE/T-nt3jFANts/s320/123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this butterfly was busy in the clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGdhG8BViI/AAAAAAAAGc8/Pd2GOfhIcXw/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499349812119688738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGdhG8BViI/AAAAAAAAGc8/Pd2GOfhIcXw/s320/125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this stone made me smile... as it was onthe hill top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGc5gZYwzI/AAAAAAAAGc0/6Wpc_JxX70Q/s1600/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499349131758977842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGc5gZYwzI/AAAAAAAAGc0/6Wpc_JxX70Q/s320/133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;this place is so beautiful with the stain glass windows and the fantastic design on the roof&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGc4yoAgDI/AAAAAAAAGcs/wAW-zkWi3pg/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499349119472271410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGc4yoAgDI/AAAAAAAAGcs/wAW-zkWi3pg/s320/139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this tree called out to me ... so i had to take its picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGcSjoNnnI/AAAAAAAAGck/o2QKVQi-XQI/s1600/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348462611570290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGcSjoNnnI/AAAAAAAAGck/o2QKVQi-XQI/s320/142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is where joe douglass and his wife are buried... he was the person that sam clemmons based injun joe on in the books he was nothing like he was portrayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGcSHCrH7I/AAAAAAAAGcc/IlivvkRJ4Vg/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348454937927602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGcSHCrH7I/AAAAAAAAGcc/IlivvkRJ4Vg/s320/145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; later in the afternoon we stopped at my cousins... Jenna was STUCK in the babys toy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGbrRHF1kI/AAAAAAAAGcU/GbouaeJLaT4/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499347787625911874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGbrRHF1kI/AAAAAAAAGcU/GbouaeJLaT4/s320/149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xander and grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGbq8u4NWI/AAAAAAAAGcM/32mdvjSmQMg/s1600/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499347782155646306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGbq8u4NWI/AAAAAAAAGcM/32mdvjSmQMg/s320/152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xander has some awesome eyes and lashes... the boys always get the great ones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGa8fe4O4I/AAAAAAAAGcE/FQgCiPpI3vw/s1600/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499346984029928322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGa8fe4O4I/AAAAAAAAGcE/FQgCiPpI3vw/s320/153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby being her silly self... you cant help but laugh with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGa7sSNZxI/AAAAAAAAGb8/cIkN9rTWs10/s1600/159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499346970286581522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGa7sSNZxI/AAAAAAAAGb8/cIkN9rTWs10/s320/159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelsey (Xanders momma) such a sweet girl love all these kids so much they are my other children :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGZjQizz0I/AAAAAAAAGb0/HDPb_ecXEZA/s1600/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499345451011526466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGZjQizz0I/AAAAAAAAGb0/HDPb_ecXEZA/s320/164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; caught mindys humming bird sipping some nectar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGZinIclTI/AAAAAAAAGbs/_tQXD8cw8fQ/s1600/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499345439895098674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGZinIclTI/AAAAAAAAGbs/_tQXD8cw8fQ/s320/174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jim moved this feeder to the other side and the birds came to sup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGZh52BPlI/AAAAAAAAGbk/r198YFza3Zs/s1600/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499345427738213970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGZh52BPlI/AAAAAAAAGbk/r198YFza3Zs/s320/176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I realized that beth has one of the old butter churns that we used to make butter with grandma in when we were kids so of course had to take a pic of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGU1E2z--I/AAAAAAAAGbU/Z0cge09w65M/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499340259553704930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGU1E2z--I/AAAAAAAAGbU/Z0cge09w65M/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the original reason the trip was planned is because on the 16th my Aunt Betty turned 80 and we had a surprise party all set up, Lori came with to get herself prepared to move to st louis and to see where I grew up... the party was cancelled due to Frank being so sick so 13 of us ended up taking Aunt betty out to eat on sunday, she was surprised to find i was there but Frank blew the secret by telling someone on the phone that i was asleep in the basement while Aunt betty was there to visit him after church... It was all Good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGU0-Uok_I/AAAAAAAAGbM/EmkIvTs3sBY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499340257799738354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGU0-Uok_I/AAAAAAAAGbM/EmkIvTs3sBY/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alecia (far left) Patty, Kristen, and Lori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGU0NPfZMI/AAAAAAAAGbE/Ldmo0AHijLg/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499340244624827586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGU0NPfZMI/AAAAAAAAGbE/Ldmo0AHijLg/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kent and Katelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGULFtkq6I/AAAAAAAAGa8/SpSDwWBFsS0/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499339538228882338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGULFtkq6I/AAAAAAAAGa8/SpSDwWBFsS0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wes and Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGUKnAlXsI/AAAAAAAAGa0/-aYFMwj1ecA/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499339529987120834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGUKnAlXsI/AAAAAAAAGa0/-aYFMwj1ecA/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGUKWCdkOI/AAAAAAAAGas/rfCvk-jhAcs/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499339525431595234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGUKWCdkOI/AAAAAAAAGas/rfCvk-jhAcs/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGTwmI9qsI/AAAAAAAAGak/pldUqG3cfRg/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499339083077233346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGTwmI9qsI/AAAAAAAAGak/pldUqG3cfRg/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beth and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGTwEGCsSI/AAAAAAAAGac/YLhELzBzI9I/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499339073938174242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGTwEGCsSI/AAAAAAAAGac/YLhELzBzI9I/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after lunch I went and surprised my mom, she had no idea we had come up and thought it was for her birthday :) we did not correct her and was glad she was in such a good mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGTvle5MkI/AAAAAAAAGaU/jczxb7lDs6o/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499339065720910402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGTvle5MkI/AAAAAAAAGaU/jczxb7lDs6o/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday, at 145 pm Frank Passed away... Rest in peace cousin... and from there plans changed again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGU1WMHACI/AAAAAAAAGbc/tk-PyEBg4wA/s1600/frank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499340264206434338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGU1WMHACI/AAAAAAAAGbc/tk-PyEBg4wA/s320/frank.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beth Aunt Betty and Terner, who is 2 weeks older than Bradley.... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPwbGMj9I/AAAAAAAAGaM/lVA7WeYIPsY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499334682066325458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPwbGMj9I/AAAAAAAAGaM/lVA7WeYIPsY/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terner is a lot like his dad was when he was little and this is his usual state ... unless he is with his mom or dad&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPvziwu5I/AAAAAAAAGaE/rjpumEzhYoc/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499334671448718226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPvziwu5I/AAAAAAAAGaE/rjpumEzhYoc/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went through a billion pictures to make the photo video for the funeral home... and i had to take pics of some of these... left to right is mom, dad beth Frank and ME sitting in the chair holding baby Chad.  I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPYwCYcoI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/7jdwFdq1RSc/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499334275370611330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPYwCYcoI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/7jdwFdq1RSc/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A much Happier Terner with his daddy and cousin hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPYnOVU3I/AAAAAAAAGZ0/ae5yS9lCOGE/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499334273004819314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPYnOVU3I/AAAAAAAAGZ0/ae5yS9lCOGE/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hannah is one of chad and jills kids she is a super sweet heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPYMKW7uI/AAAAAAAAGZs/ITQT9bRr_xM/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499334265740390114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGPYMKW7uI/AAAAAAAAGZs/ITQT9bRr_xM/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is Mary my cousin beths best friend and another super sweet person THANK YOU MARY you helped so much with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGO3jsoBXI/AAAAAAAAGZk/1Uzzt8ylZik/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499333705122448754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGO3jsoBXI/AAAAAAAAGZk/1Uzzt8ylZik/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is little chad he is a doll but was much to busy with his best buddy to slow down much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGO28LyvZI/AAAAAAAAGZc/GnWE3inwM4c/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499333694515756434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGO28LyvZI/AAAAAAAAGZc/GnWE3inwM4c/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jill and Chad (sorry chad caught you with your mouth full.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGO2JxFbCI/AAAAAAAAGZU/Za2jy_LFtGE/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499333680981961762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGO2JxFbCI/AAAAAAAAGZU/Za2jy_LFtGE/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beth Erin and Jill looking through photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOid05dCI/AAAAAAAAGZM/puzmquJKnmg/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499333342769280034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOid05dCI/AAAAAAAAGZM/puzmquJKnmg/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anut Betty and Brody (jill and chads youngest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOh1XQ6dI/AAAAAAAAGZE/npzFiIP6Fr0/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499333331907570130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOh1XQ6dI/AAAAAAAAGZE/npzFiIP6Fr0/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had some balloons and we let them go into the fan, they were the best entertainment for the kids... and grown ups alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499333323001921650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOhUL_gHI/AAAAAAAAGY8/WYiedVp1ty8/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;Brody is such a doll he is just 2 and a really big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOMO_HibI/AAAAAAAAGY0/sI7zf4k_L-k/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499332960828492210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOMO_HibI/AAAAAAAAGY0/sI7zf4k_L-k/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Terner and mommy... he had a desire to pull mommys hair... and she put him in time out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOL4N6a5I/AAAAAAAAGYs/jo7-4MXUZDw/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499332954716531602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOL4N6a5I/AAAAAAAAGYs/jo7-4MXUZDw/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was not a happy camper and had a slight Terner tantrum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOLUwlUYI/AAAAAAAAGYk/cp3PUZ9UcWA/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499332945198272898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGOLUwlUYI/AAAAAAAAGYk/cp3PUZ9UcWA/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had to take a pic of this pic, i realised in the far right is me and my converse... my kids thought they discovered converse shoes LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGNLjoLH5I/AAAAAAAAGYc/j_-Cv686Avo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499331849677905810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGNLjoLH5I/AAAAAAAAGYc/j_-Cv686Avo/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; randy , ernie (Terners dad) Jon Who eluded my camera all week and Chad and me WAY BACK WHEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGNLPE2FPI/AAAAAAAAGYU/V_Q2ImWc1MI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499331844161017074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGNLPE2FPI/AAAAAAAAGYU/V_Q2ImWc1MI/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; going home from Beths i had to stop and take this the rays coming through the clouds were just beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGMgvgABaI/AAAAAAAAGYM/4-GJqipReKg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499331114130474402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGMgvgABaI/AAAAAAAAGYM/4-GJqipReKg/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kent and I ... WAY BACK WHEN AGAIN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGMf2PL9mI/AAAAAAAAGYE/9D2-ggwXx4s/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499331098759132770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGMf2PL9mI/AAAAAAAAGYE/9D2-ggwXx4s/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lori and I saw this in tennessee at the rest stop on mt eagle... and of course had to take his pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGMfXyAsII/AAAAAAAAGX8/n2lKafYqHw0/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499331090583695490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGMfXyAsII/AAAAAAAAGX8/n2lKafYqHw0/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the one thing my aunt wanted for her birthday was a pic with all of her kids together, so before we left the funeral home we took some pics... these are a few of the grand kids... i think there are 12 more...who were not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGKs7a5tiI/AAAAAAAAGX0/ULC6UuaRa1Y/s1600/018print.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499329124465489442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGKs7a5tiI/AAAAAAAAGX0/ULC6UuaRa1Y/s320/018print.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming down the mountains....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGKsXfZMcI/AAAAAAAAGXs/VlGozo-pQ7k/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499329114820653506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGKsXfZMcI/AAAAAAAAGXs/VlGozo-pQ7k/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Kids and MA... Lto R Kent Wesley david Beth and Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGKsN6ZzuI/AAAAAAAAGXk/4wtL_90RX-w/s1600/print.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499329112249585378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGKsN6ZzuI/AAAAAAAAGXk/4wtL_90RX-w/s320/print.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus ends the trip to missouri that all plans were changed but turned out well in the end....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest In Peace Frank, and  Hope you all made it through this massive long post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24574975-1962789317493249480?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1962789317493249480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1962789317493249480&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1962789317493249480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1962789317493249480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-16-thru-23warning-long-post.html' title='July 16 thru 23...WARNING LONG POST!'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TFGo64VwUuI/AAAAAAAAGhU/gIJYky9FYD0/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1519312762725169050</id><published>2010-07-14T17:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:01:35.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME LIFE....</title><content type='html'>Saturday Night Bradley spent the night with Grandma and Papa, little stinker stayed up until 2 am and got back up at 8... Grandma was tired... He has more toys than a small toy shop but, he loves to play with pitchers and cat food... he will point to the cat picture and say cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4v4DYJ1EI/AAAAAAAAGXc/dz-iZlPHWqA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493881235464377410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4v4DYJ1EI/AAAAAAAAGXc/dz-iZlPHWqA/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he was running with something and crashed head first into the baby gate that keeps him from crashing through my glass cabinet doors on the entertainment center... scratched his forhead and nose up pretty well but he could not be bothered to even cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4v3g6rwpI/AAAAAAAAGXU/RzDDCr7q_CI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493881226213966482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4v3g6rwpI/AAAAAAAAGXU/RzDDCr7q_CI/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he knows that he is not supposed to get into my kitchen cabinets (dont you love my curtian doors?) and so of course he is constantly into them ... arent you surprised that he would do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4v3PKPCNI/AAAAAAAAGXM/muO-oBjQcQE/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493881221447354578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4v3PKPCNI/AAAAAAAAGXM/muO-oBjQcQE/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hes such a good little stinker that he of course gets by with a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was walking about the yard and taking some pictures...the fish have beat the lilys badly laying eggs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4vl_8jL4I/AAAAAAAAGXE/g-x9WXXhBLU/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493880925305646978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4vl_8jL4I/AAAAAAAAGXE/g-x9WXXhBLU/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was taking a close up of this flower and this bee flew into the shot, I thanked it and asked it to stay and pose for more but it took off ... busy pollenating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4vld4SbHI/AAAAAAAAGW8/j2yjXMO3o1Y/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493880916160965746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4vld4SbHI/AAAAAAAAGW8/j2yjXMO3o1Y/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these tiny little blooms are on some bulbs that my sister in law gave me a few years back... I have no clue what their name is but they bloom more and more each year.. :) they make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4vLYT9J1I/AAAAAAAAGW0/bAFjX_Cmc2Y/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493880467989800786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4vLYT9J1I/AAAAAAAAGW0/bAFjX_Cmc2Y/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there are about 6 of them in various stages of blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4vK9vXylI/AAAAAAAAGWs/phJUMUXfb5w/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493880460857035346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4vK9vXylI/AAAAAAAAGWs/phJUMUXfb5w/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I planted 4 sunflower plants and one is comming in a potted plant,  this one is about to bloom... click to embiggen any photos and see the amazing details. the fine hairs on the plants and the bee amaze me. :) I AM easily entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4u_F9mbyI/AAAAAAAAGWk/mjwOo50roos/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493880256905768738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4u_F9mbyI/AAAAAAAAGWk/mjwOo50roos/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My aunt gave me a packet of seeds I planted about 20 and this ONE survived and has bloomed it is such a pretty little thing and it says on the packet will come back next year so i hope to get more as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4u-grhL8I/AAAAAAAAGWc/toZ6yErUxkc/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493880246897815490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4u-grhL8I/AAAAAAAAGWc/toZ6yErUxkc/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the sun flowers have bloomed... it is so pretty to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4uwBQIZvI/AAAAAAAAGWU/I1VkaIGLe9w/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493879997943277298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4uwBQIZvI/AAAAAAAAGWU/I1VkaIGLe9w/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a close up... my battery is about to die so am hurrying here to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4uvNqZu0I/AAAAAAAAGWM/HdRo9U8ZKxQ/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493879984094821186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4uvNqZu0I/AAAAAAAAGWM/HdRo9U8ZKxQ/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the moon flowers are really showing out and we LOVE them i hope to see another of the HUGE tiger moths that come at night to sup from the blooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4uWso4jtI/AAAAAAAAGWE/-mhtqlBkDso/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493879562913222354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4uWso4jtI/AAAAAAAAGWE/-mhtqlBkDso/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they are huge and fill the bloom with their body as they dine...and of course spread the pollen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4uWHCfsnI/AAAAAAAAGV8/S1YpcwhZZMY/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493879552820097650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4uWHCfsnI/AAAAAAAAGV8/S1YpcwhZZMY/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now I am off and running...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeping my Friend Hallie and her family in my thoughts and prayers today and it marks the 3 month time frame since her son decided to end his life... My heart hurts so for them all... Suicide HURTS so many... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all have a wonderfilled day and find enjoyment in the little stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love hugs and God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24574975-1519312762725169050?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1519312762725169050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1519312762725169050&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1519312762725169050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1519312762725169050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-life.html' title='HOME LIFE....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TD4v4DYJ1EI/AAAAAAAAGXc/dz-iZlPHWqA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-2528597818298273353</id><published>2010-07-08T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:52:44.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>question....</title><content type='html'>i found this free cool free ring tone place... ok i did not find it my sister showed it to me... anyway...&lt;br /&gt;if i have your phone number ... what is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;if i dont have your phone number ... why dont i ? and whats your favorite song? &lt;br /&gt;and if you dont want me to have your phone number thats cool but WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE song ?&lt;br /&gt;the site is tonzr.com by the way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-2528597818298273353?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/2528597818298273353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=2528597818298273353&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2528597818298273353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2528597818298273353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/07/question.html' title='question....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-113775142488968741</id><published>2010-07-05T12:38:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:22:34.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>on the way to my sister in laws we pass a walmart with a new murray gas station that is not open yet... with these signs it might not ever have any customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIRT8pRLvI/AAAAAAAAGV0/Q2OVvWm8EA4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490469930112462578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIRT8pRLvI/AAAAAAAAGV0/Q2OVvWm8EA4/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had a pool party... nancy was doing her happy dance....dionne cheered her on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIRRHFQSRI/AAAAAAAAGVs/vNvP7BTU_Ps/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490469881374591250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIRRHFQSRI/AAAAAAAAGVs/vNvP7BTU_Ps/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we play a lot of beachball volly the record from Friday stands at 133 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIRQV70LDI/AAAAAAAAGVk/9dzfWFVeMJs/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490469868181662770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIRQV70LDI/AAAAAAAAGVk/9dzfWFVeMJs/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the players are from left to right clockwise... dionne, kerrie, Jon , Brenner, kenneth, Sylvia , erin, and MJ (carol and rob were under the water )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIQpKGv4WI/AAAAAAAAGVc/iSlKvIaW1Ks/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490469194991395170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIQpKGv4WI/AAAAAAAAGVc/iSlKvIaW1Ks/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hit it kenneth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIQohmenmI/AAAAAAAAGVU/EI4DJ3XE8-I/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490469184118627938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIQohmenmI/AAAAAAAAGVU/EI4DJ3XE8-I/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brenner says What kind of move is that aunt sylvia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIQn6LPDjI/AAAAAAAAGVM/pxdfB7lbqKI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490469173535378994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIQn6LPDjI/AAAAAAAAGVM/pxdfB7lbqKI/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watermellon break time... Rob, Sylvia, Dionne and Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIP4LGPnNI/AAAAAAAAGVE/nn3_7F5Aehs/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490468353444125906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIP4LGPnNI/AAAAAAAAGVE/nn3_7F5Aehs/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the porch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIP28CuGiI/AAAAAAAAGU8/ODXK0yYPdG0/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490468332222945826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIP28CuGiI/AAAAAAAAGU8/ODXK0yYPdG0/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon, His gf Rebecca, dont know the guy in the hat, Kerrie coming in the door. (above) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Bill Kenneth and nancy , carol on the wall out side (Below)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIP2ErbDPI/AAAAAAAAGU0/HYt-e0paQEk/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490468317361278194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIP2ErbDPI/AAAAAAAAGU0/HYt-e0paQEk/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin Holding his baby Alana(not sure how her name is spelled) and his grandma Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIO7427fQI/AAAAAAAAGUs/UQ8t17HhG9c/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490467317755903234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIO7427fQI/AAAAAAAAGUs/UQ8t17HhG9c/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Worn Out baby... SHE loved the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIO7Hdzo1I/AAAAAAAAGUk/IIxg5cjG09Y/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490467304497193810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIO7Hdzo1I/AAAAAAAAGUk/IIxg5cjG09Y/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Martha jean and my phone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIO6f7vU6I/AAAAAAAAGUc/an1gNzYYK6I/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490467293885322146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIO6f7vU6I/AAAAAAAAGUc/an1gNzYYK6I/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Martha the youngest of the cousins with Kenneth the oldest of the cousins :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIOSVcAALI/AAAAAAAAGUU/OL2qFimVbpc/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490466603873075378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIOSVcAALI/AAAAAAAAGUU/OL2qFimVbpc/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sister in law Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIORZ-6DjI/AAAAAAAAGUM/edryIApr-yE/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490466587913358898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIORZ-6DjI/AAAAAAAAGUM/edryIApr-yE/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justins fiance' Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIOOw7lNjI/AAAAAAAAGUE/3OyR1rf6ORQ/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490466542533817906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIOOw7lNjI/AAAAAAAAGUE/3OyR1rf6ORQ/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alana woke up grumpy and wants Amber, Dionne holding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDINZsShPmI/AAAAAAAAGT8/k_PS5jJFzl8/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490465630754782818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDINZsShPmI/AAAAAAAAGT8/k_PS5jJFzl8/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alanas puppy Bandit.... he loves ribs LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDINY6HnEWI/AAAAAAAAGT0/fGnqL8S0Jvg/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490465617287254370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDINY6HnEWI/AAAAAAAAGT0/fGnqL8S0Jvg/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont take my Picture Aunt laura.... Sorry kerrie I hope you dont have any bad ones of me LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIM92aGlGI/AAAAAAAAGTs/9ugYaayf4fA/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490465152434607202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIM92aGlGI/AAAAAAAAGTs/9ugYaayf4fA/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nancy enjoying the watermellon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIM9DpYQSI/AAAAAAAAGTk/EbojLWiXurw/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490465138808471842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIM9DpYQSI/AAAAAAAAGTk/EbojLWiXurw/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erin laying out in the shade&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDILWLAip8I/AAAAAAAAGTc/mINXaezLHEQ/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490463371258144706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDILWLAip8I/AAAAAAAAGTc/mINXaezLHEQ/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandon, Brittany and Brenner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDILVQL9sUI/AAAAAAAAGTU/qyFN33TegL0/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490463355468362050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDILVQL9sUI/AAAAAAAAGTU/qyFN33TegL0/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittany and Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDILU8ULgfI/AAAAAAAAGTM/pJL3qsc1mlU/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490463350134112754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDILU8ULgfI/AAAAAAAAGTM/pJL3qsc1mlU/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hate to tell you my handsome nephew but the hair band does not help :) Rob :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDILT4Xv6MI/AAAAAAAAGTE/cl1RI16dv1Q/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490463331895470274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDILT4Xv6MI/AAAAAAAAGTE/cl1RI16dv1Q/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I debated on taking food pics but it was simply sinful at the amount of food we had and consumed... I wish you could have all be there but like my Hubby all could not... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a wonderful 4th of July and Happy 234th America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24574975-113775142488968741?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/113775142488968741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=113775142488968741&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/113775142488968741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/113775142488968741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TDIRT8pRLvI/AAAAAAAAGV0/Q2OVvWm8EA4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1610920643816426112</id><published>2010-07-01T12:05:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:50:46.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trippin and stuff ...</title><content type='html'>thanks to blogger these are all over the place and of course no where near in the order i wanted but for your viewing pleasure here goes... and remember you can click any pic to embiggen :)  This morning i picked all but the okra that came from my neighbor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEsBVJavI/AAAAAAAAGS8/DF21DHRjzyU/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488978306408213234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEsBVJavI/AAAAAAAAGS8/DF21DHRjzyU/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday martha and I road tripped to clemson to help my sister load things into her storage building (we have a truck she does not) there was a puddle in the lot at the storage place and martha had to jump in it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEREOhqMI/AAAAAAAAGS0/jMXXe_w5bTc/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488977843329280194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEREOhqMI/AAAAAAAAGS0/jMXXe_w5bTc/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this lonely place was on the way it captured my imagination and of course i had to have a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEQhzVKOI/AAAAAAAAGSs/TNtSHzwPpJA/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488977834088409314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEQhzVKOI/AAAAAAAAGSs/TNtSHzwPpJA/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HI Bradley :) he and his parents came over and of course we had to have some new pics of our little bubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEP9V4JiI/AAAAAAAAGSk/8gvUE6kX1WY/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488977824301196834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEP9V4JiI/AAAAAAAAGSk/8gvUE6kX1WY/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my kids had an inch worm and when i saw this one of course Bubby had to have one too... he cant quite get on it without help but he can make it go on the kitchen floor :) He LOVES his worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzCLCW7a-I/AAAAAAAAGSc/Ve1DX57GOT8/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488975540725181410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzCLCW7a-I/AAAAAAAAGSc/Ve1DX57GOT8/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are working on the dam so we had to sit a bit as it is one lane so we took pictures the skies were amazing and the fog coming off the rive was delish martha jumpped out of the truck to get a couple great shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzCKsLSu4I/AAAAAAAAGSU/qy9NQ7q9QOw/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488975534770797442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzCKsLSu4I/AAAAAAAAGSU/qy9NQ7q9QOw/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she is like me and does not care for heights so she would not get too close to the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzCKGUfmjI/AAAAAAAAGSM/VVJZ_ZKVoTg/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488975524608842290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzCKGUfmjI/AAAAAAAAGSM/VVJZ_ZKVoTg/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the clouds were layered and the sun was trying to come through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzBRUptvMI/AAAAAAAAGSE/mXmoHMygDJk/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488974549203401922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzBRUptvMI/AAAAAAAAGSE/mXmoHMygDJk/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some seemed close enough to reach out and touch.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzA9DdY1aI/AAAAAAAAGR8/IL58S82z_FA/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488974200990913954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzA9DdY1aI/AAAAAAAAGR8/IL58S82z_FA/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HI again Bubby and his worm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzAgaH7O0I/AAAAAAAAGR0/y8dHOYaEBos/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488973708858702658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzAgaH7O0I/AAAAAAAAGR0/y8dHOYaEBos/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had a HUGE loss this past week... Goldielocks passed away... she was 8 the ph in the pond got way low and who knows she may have had something else happen... NO DAD YOU CAN NOT EAT HER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzAVr8A0tI/AAAAAAAAGRs/DAIBFMyK73s/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488973524662014674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzAVr8A0tI/AAAAAAAAGRs/DAIBFMyK73s/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by the time mike got off work and fished her out of the pond she was smelling rather loudly... so we weighed her and measured her in the net... she was 20 possibly 21 inches cause she was curved a bit... and 7 and a half pounds...shes buried by Gilly... sigh... i hate losing pets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzACZB3ApI/AAAAAAAAGRk/FV_l56bVvPA/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488973193168749202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzACZB3ApI/AAAAAAAAGRk/FV_l56bVvPA/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway just a quick update as the truck is still loaded and I have to figure out a way to get it unloaded ... martha got called to work and it looks like rain... it is covered with a tarp but furnature just does not do well with heavy rains even with a tarp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a wonderful Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24574975-1610920643816426112?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1610920643816426112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1610920643816426112&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1610920643816426112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1610920643816426112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/07/road-trippin-and-stuff.html' title='Road trippin and stuff ...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCzEsBVJavI/AAAAAAAAGS8/DF21DHRjzyU/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-2108215929111690965</id><published>2010-06-28T07:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:16:41.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies when we are melting....</title><content type='html'>this was the sun setting late one evening it was 830ish and still nearly 100 degrees out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNyubsRII/AAAAAAAAGRc/Szz5-nM_Xuc/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487792048548103298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNyubsRII/AAAAAAAAGRc/Szz5-nM_Xuc/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we have been spending alot of time here... BUT, MJ's time is limited as she has finally Gotten a JOB!!!! YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! She got on at one of the daycares (there are 10 or so around here ) that she went to when she was a little girl... not the one she went to but one in the chain. it takes about 15 minutes to get there if traffic cooperates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNyZPE-fI/AAAAAAAAGRU/gtzXxN3qIeA/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487792042858052082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNyZPE-fI/AAAAAAAAGRU/gtzXxN3qIeA/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taking pics from the screened porch tends to make them a bit odd looking :) but i wont take the camera on the pool deck due to the extreme heat and of course this families love of surprise wettings...Many phones have been murdered due to water in this family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNxzm14aI/AAAAAAAAGRM/9Iclvaikwdg/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487792032757178786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNxzm14aI/AAAAAAAAGRM/9Iclvaikwdg/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday was the Bussell family reunion in East Dublin Georgia... 22 of the 100 or so in attendance were my mother in laws children grandchildren and a couple in laws ... 15 of us rode together in 4 vehicles and we stopped for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNFVvCe-I/AAAAAAAAGQs/uqQW5dvD_3Q/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487791268824251362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNFVvCe-I/AAAAAAAAGQs/uqQW5dvD_3Q/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor ONE waitress who also had another whole part of the resturant was totally freaked out... we helped out though... we wrote out our orders and gave that to her ... I think we were there an hour and a half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNE1uepsI/AAAAAAAAGQk/tRQmTccgJfc/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487791260231968450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNE1uepsI/AAAAAAAAGQk/tRQmTccgJfc/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i took 148 photos at the reunion but decided to give you guys the SHORT version...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my bestest friend/cousin and her older sister... Schlena and I are the sisters of doom we take care of the sick and dying in the family :) and evidently we do a great job as another cousin asked ME personally to promise to take care of her when her time comes... told her we are a package deal... she said OK :) Schlena standing and Sister *sister is the name she goes by it is not her given name LOL* sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNGgHclYI/AAAAAAAAGRE/2owAgPwT1qw/s1600/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487791288790848898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNGgHclYI/AAAAAAAAGRE/2owAgPwT1qw/s320/144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my mother in laws bunch and of her 8 children 7 are living and 6 made it here.... we tried to count how many were NOT there, of immediate family, and i think decided close to 40....from left to right back to front we are... &lt;strong&gt;Bill&lt;/strong&gt;, his daughter Erin, me, &lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sylvia&lt;/strong&gt;, Kenneth, next row, in the yellow is &lt;strong&gt;Nancy&lt;/strong&gt;, light yellow is Renee, Steve, &lt;strong&gt;Marsha&lt;/strong&gt; Kerrie, and &lt;strong&gt;Dionne&lt;/strong&gt; , in front are Sarah with Nicholas giving her rabbit ears Brittany and Jessica being cool and Brenner......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNGdJR7TI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/uhtDJrUzio0/s1600/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487791287993232690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNGdJR7TI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/uhtDJrUzio0/s320/142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, the 6 again... Bill Michael Sylvia Nancy and in front Marsha and Dionne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in ages they are Rudy(not present) Nancy Bill Michael Marsha Dionne Dennis (deceased) and Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNF8mpdNI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/K4DEIwa6N8A/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487791279258039506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNF8mpdNI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/K4DEIwa6N8A/s320/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was checking the garden and the pond this morning, the extreme heat is killing things and the acid rain we finally got has drastically dropped the ph in the pond... i think we have a casuality and it makes my heart hurt One of the koi Goldielocks is not look alive... sigh looking back on the past several weeks i think we have missed some signs of problems and we gave the heat all the credit not thinking about the ph dropping so much... anyway i have added buffer and hopefully will help the rest of the fish recover... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all have a blessed day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its gonna be another HOT one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/24574975-2108215929111690965?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/2108215929111690965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=2108215929111690965&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2108215929111690965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2108215929111690965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-flies-when-we-are-melting.html' title='time flies when we are melting....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TCiNyubsRII/AAAAAAAAGRc/Szz5-nM_Xuc/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-2752891030106200375</id><published>2010-06-19T11:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:13:42.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week....</title><content type='html'>we have cucumbers on the vine (this one came from south Ga) I love the guys mike works with there are a couple farmers who bring treats... like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfIQgNVkI/AAAAAAAAGQI/D8rROyeh7fA/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484503779192428098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfIQgNVkI/AAAAAAAAGQI/D8rROyeh7fA/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and vidalia onions (they gave us 20 pounds) i use them with everything ... and they are so good you can eat them like an apple... but fried is AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfH5lIGUI/AAAAAAAAGQA/N29e7G5kz_o/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484503773039040834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfH5lIGUI/AAAAAAAAGQA/N29e7G5kz_o/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I fried squash and a green tomato that i knocked off the vine when checking for blossem end rot. I made a squash onion and cheese thing the other night but it was gobbled up before i could contemplate a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfHFdtQyI/AAAAAAAAGP4/DgesUf_DdkQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484503759049278242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfHFdtQyI/AAAAAAAAGP4/DgesUf_DdkQ/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fried Green tomato YUMMMMMMM YUMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfGmnmMpI/AAAAAAAAGPw/KpslZwg_A7s/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484503750769259154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfGmnmMpI/AAAAAAAAGPw/KpslZwg_A7s/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was our 20th anniversary we went out to eat nothing too exotic just the golden corral, the variety out weiged the fact that I can cook anything they have there better.... but you cant beat the selection. we were stuffed of course. The clouds were amazing dark light and places the sun was shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzec4Z3xyI/AAAAAAAAGPg/YM9Pw7qGVBQ/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484503033989023522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzec4Z3xyI/AAAAAAAAGPg/YM9Pw7qGVBQ/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more as we were walking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzecW1cEsI/AAAAAAAAGPY/sz6Y9OHmNH4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484503024977842882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzecW1cEsI/AAAAAAAAGPY/sz6Y9OHmNH4/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when we came out it had gotten DARK and Lightening was abundant... needless to say i was not able to capture the lightening and i did not want to drive in the rain that was comming.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzeddsMrPI/AAAAAAAAGPo/ztl5h2RgHac/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484503043998002418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzeddsMrPI/AAAAAAAAGPo/ztl5h2RgHac/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Temps this week were insane!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday 103&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday 104&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday 94&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday 98&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went swimming thursday and Friday I am rather crispy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were Two dragon flies on Dionnes porch this one was the little one. It was Big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzdeAS1nuI/AAAAAAAAGPQ/N4PugCV_cFc/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484501953775247074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzdeAS1nuI/AAAAAAAAGPQ/N4PugCV_cFc/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was the Big one.... IT WAS HUGE!!!!!!!   (dont forget you can click the pics to embiggen)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzdcba7jdI/AAAAAAAAGPA/0iX29YpQF10/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484501926697209298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzdcba7jdI/AAAAAAAAGPA/0iX29YpQF10/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mikes buddy at work brought Pink eye peas, we got a buschel, monday we are to get lima's and corn.... I have 1/4 of them in the crock pot the other 3/4 blanched and in the freezer for later eatting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzddR-UVAI/AAAAAAAAGPI/gYb0MAGbdfY/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484501941341148162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzddR-UVAI/AAAAAAAAGPI/gYb0MAGbdfY/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway was a good week :) hope you all have a wonderful weekend :)and Happy Fathers Day to all the dads out there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOD BLESS :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-2752891030106200375?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/2752891030106200375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=2752891030106200375&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2752891030106200375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/2752891030106200375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-week.html' title='what a week....'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBzfIQgNVkI/AAAAAAAAGQI/D8rROyeh7fA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-93059605529314763</id><published>2010-06-18T08:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:46:29.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell phone? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; What if we flipped through it several times a day? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; What if we used it to receive messages from the text? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; What if we gave it to Kids as gifts? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; What if we used it when we traveled? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; What if we used it in case of emergency? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; This is something to make you go....hmm...where is my Bible? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being &lt;br /&gt;disconnected because Jesus already paid the  bill. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Makes you stop and think 'where are my priorities? And no dropped calls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you and Keep you until we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Love Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-93059605529314763?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/93059605529314763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=93059605529314763&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/93059605529314763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/93059605529314763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you.html' title='Do you'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4983272100173930392</id><published>2010-06-15T06:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T07:11:14.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week...</title><content type='html'>I kept my great Nephew Brenner while his momma took his sister to minnesota and spent the week there with her grandparents,  we went to my sister in laws pool every day :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcMfgOOAI/AAAAAAAAGO4/N0tWklOn0C8/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482952441031702530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcMfgOOAI/AAAAAAAAGO4/N0tWklOn0C8/s320/083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday The kids came too and Mr Bradley had a ball, he loves the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcMIdPZoI/AAAAAAAAGOw/k0poLnsAQ9g/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482952434845181570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcMIdPZoI/AAAAAAAAGOw/k0poLnsAQ9g/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he got  a new floatie that he  likes for a time then he is ready to get out and be a big boy and he MISSES nothing it was funny to watch him while he watched his daddy and cousin and a neighbors grandson playing with water guns he even loved the way to big sun glasses and left them on for quite some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcLtXSE6I/AAAAAAAAGOo/8wFjBphkTCo/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482952427572433826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcLtXSE6I/AAAAAAAAGOo/8wFjBphkTCo/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Hollywood sportin his shades!  we had to trick him to get them away and he still fussed some but, such is life when you are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcLGB6qDI/AAAAAAAAGOg/ON0IjjrwEv0/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482952417013835826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcLGB6qDI/AAAAAAAAGOg/ON0IjjrwEv0/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he has 10 teeth now these last three came all together and caused him to be in misery for a couple days and to run a fever of 103. 4 GAH... Teeth... so over rated at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcKlvlIII/AAAAAAAAGOY/aIX8d8ev6_M/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482952408346992770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcKlvlIII/AAAAAAAAGOY/aIX8d8ev6_M/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and aunt Martha Jean were attempting to help as our boy was throwing kisses all about....after the week of fun and constant being on the go cooking for everyone and generally haveing a great time... I slept all day sunday .... yes i admit it i was worn out and temps over 100 here just add to the need to just SLEEP the day away while feeling sorry for any and all who must work in this mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMORROW the 16th of june is a HUGE milestone in our world... Mike and I have been legal for 20 years... can you IMAGINE???  I have been married longer than i was old when i met him and thats not even counting in the living in sin years LOL... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sympathy cards welcomed :))  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway  I have been a bad blogger and I dont forsee me getting much better anytime soon... I really need to go to work but i do believe i wont look hard until after mid July as I have a secret :) and am SO SO SO excited about it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would love a very short term job just to earn some extra cash but, with our lovely economy i dont see that happening either ... GAH again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well must go do something.... and hopefully i will be able to do some blog reading today too!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all of those who come visit and say hi to me :) love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderfilled blessed day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4983272100173930392?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4983272100173930392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4983272100173930392&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4983272100173930392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4983272100173930392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-week.html' title='Last week...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TBdcMfgOOAI/AAAAAAAAGO4/N0tWklOn0C8/s72-c/083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-3929309950154220173</id><published>2010-06-03T20:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:58:24.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics...</title><content type='html'>one of our favorite foods, that we dont have very often gets alot of comments of WHAT IS THAT!  well OX tails are just that TAILS of beef... imagine if you will the best beef roast you ever have eatten... ok you drooling... well these are BETTER than any beef roast you have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL6UEvndI/AAAAAAAAGOE/ybIs46I1yFY/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478712411889311186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL6UEvndI/AAAAAAAAGOE/ybIs46I1yFY/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it has been a rainy week ... the pond has been full which is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL6HzupRI/AAAAAAAAGN8/B8bGAQoWLB4/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478712408596718866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL6HzupRI/AAAAAAAAGN8/B8bGAQoWLB4/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the topsy turvys are growing like crazy as is the garden plot!   we have squash peppers maters and cukes all comming in a hurry I cant wait to have squash and onions next week... and for those who recall last years posts I have had some fried squash blossoms but there are more than i can possibly eat! wish you were here I love to feed people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL5UzZ04I/AAAAAAAAGN0/qOWx9epEaTA/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478712394905146242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL5UzZ04I/AAAAAAAAGN0/qOWx9epEaTA/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was waiting on my GF for lunch one day... and parked by this crepe myrtle and got a few great shots of it blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL4yCwd3I/AAAAAAAAGNs/22jQIuirHNA/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478712385574303602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL4yCwd3I/AAAAAAAAGNs/22jQIuirHNA/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the missing class ring.... it dissapeared at marthas Barbazon graduation ... back in  DECEMBER of last year.... today we got it back on her finger where it belongs... the man at the mariott was awesome and worked hard to figure out who it belongs to... thank you mr C. L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKwAAFmzI/AAAAAAAAGNk/7U_jTKLtK5M/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478711135190752050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKwAAFmzI/AAAAAAAAGNk/7U_jTKLtK5M/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she cried when she saw it as she was sure it was gone forever ... we had contacted them several times in person and on the phone and had filed a report that evidently never got to the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKvslHVzI/AAAAAAAAGNc/8-CuU55bVGw/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478711129977345842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKvslHVzI/AAAAAAAAGNc/8-CuU55bVGw/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the cut from the other night... she has an appointment on the 8th to get her teatnus shot... dull can openers are ... painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKvZ-ccJI/AAAAAAAAGNU/FMSrJ6Nv_2g/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478711124983312530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKvZ-ccJI/AAAAAAAAGNU/FMSrJ6Nv_2g/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our baby is looking like a boy... he will be 13 months old on the 7th... he is so adorable and runs everywhere just like his daddy used to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKO1VvFnI/AAAAAAAAGNM/Pfts6hBbdKA/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478710565393077874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKO1VvFnI/AAAAAAAAGNM/Pfts6hBbdKA/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave bradley the hand mirror and just watched to see what he would do... it was too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKOcVK-QI/AAAAAAAAGNE/782s0c7zI08/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478710558679824642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKOcVK-QI/AAAAAAAAGNE/782s0c7zI08/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he laughed he talked he  stuck his tongue out and was completely entertained for about an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKNxLIOHI/AAAAAAAAGM8/R54MqVbVNyw/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478710547094976626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKNxLIOHI/AAAAAAAAGM8/R54MqVbVNyw/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the pic above is one of my very favorites... he was so up to something !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKNQQO1KI/AAAAAAAAGM0/gdxQ8qWVFt0/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478710538258011298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKNQQO1KI/AAAAAAAAGM0/gdxQ8qWVFt0/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i see YOU!       he loved the popper grandma got for him... everyone else was not so happy with the lovely noise it makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKM1sTQPI/AAAAAAAAGMs/Iev4E8HsMPE/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478710531127984370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhKM1sTQPI/AAAAAAAAGMs/Iev4E8HsMPE/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well hope you all have a great day!!!!!!!! till we meet again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/24574975-3929309950154220173?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/3929309950154220173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=3929309950154220173&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3929309950154220173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/3929309950154220173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-pics.html' title='random pics...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAhL6UEvndI/AAAAAAAAGOE/ybIs46I1yFY/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-6193391887927578799</id><published>2010-06-03T07:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:28:56.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quicky...</title><content type='html'>batterys almost dead... I am thrilled over a few things...&lt;br /&gt;1. the missing class ring has been found and will be picked up today ...thank you man at the mariott who worked so hard to find the owners momma...&lt;br /&gt;2. Kate has a LIKE button on her blog  :D  my facebook addicted behind is loving that :)&lt;br /&gt;3.it is actually cool right now this morning....&lt;br /&gt;4.cancer survivors dinner is tomorrow night and i get to go with my favorite cousin Schlena :)&lt;br /&gt;5. on june 16th michael and i will have survived 20 years of marrriage... 23 years of togther!&lt;br /&gt;utt ohhh red x is up must go FAST&lt;br /&gt;have a beautiful Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-6193391887927578799?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/6193391887927578799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=6193391887927578799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6193391887927578799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/6193391887927578799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/06/quicky.html' title='quicky...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1574123578617707049</id><published>2010-05-29T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:57:36.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello blog (ers) I have missed you...</title><content type='html'>some of the agrivation with blogger is rearing its ugly head I have spent the last hour attempting to load pictures to show you where i have been and what i have been doing and they will not load other than these few... my little garden that i have not had much time to spend in lately, my dear hubby has kept alive and going for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXCoG9JPI/AAAAAAAAGMM/kvxmum-nUVw/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476683955753002226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXCoG9JPI/AAAAAAAAGMM/kvxmum-nUVw/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the mymosa trees that i planted from sticks about 5 years back maybe 6 are blooming!! that makes us very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXCMMYdpI/AAAAAAAAGME/lBXm8h7pTT4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476683948259571346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXCMMYdpI/AAAAAAAAGME/lBXm8h7pTT4/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have tomato, squash and cucumber plants in the topsy turvys this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXB32E8RI/AAAAAAAAGL8/QzkrpRYUKPc/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476683942797308178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXB32E8RI/AAAAAAAAGL8/QzkrpRYUKPc/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mike saw this beautiful double rainbow the other morning and took pictures of it :) He did a great job behind the camera.  (it was 630 in the morning and he was at work I was sleeping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXBV9qoFI/AAAAAAAAGL0/o1G9xoFvCn8/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476683933702332498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXBV9qoFI/AAAAAAAAGL0/o1G9xoFvCn8/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it looks like the pot of gold should be ever so close by... but alas mike did not find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXBG02BII/AAAAAAAAGLs/t5sEQvHWqiM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476683929638798466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXBG02BII/AAAAAAAAGLs/t5sEQvHWqiM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had alot more picture to share of the kids, my nephews graduation party and of cours Bradley but CUSS blogger as each attempt to load them failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last month has gone pretty much like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;days and nights at the hospital with my cousin as her husband died, may 18th he died at 630 in the morning, two days later I found out that my eldest cousin (93) died on the 18th  as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the funeral was done then it was graduation time, my friends son graduated my nephew graduated (we went to their pool party) Bradley loved the pool we had to about pry him out of the water, I have loads of pics from that but they would not load here so IF you have a facebook account hunt me down I have TONS of pictures there... I LOVE how they do their photos by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martha finished this school year, she still has not informed me if she passed or not and she believes she is doing fantastically... nothing in her situation has changed ... still no job no car and she does have a trac phone, Schlena gave her Marvins after he passed but when the 120 minutes I bought for her are gone I dont see her getting more.  anyway... I try HARD to say little and let her make her own mistakes... and as long as she does not bring a baby into the mix I will survive her mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cory... sigh... nothing has changed there either... big sigh... and as forrest gump says... thats all i'm gonna say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom is about the same... they were calling me daily on the least silly thing but that has slowed again, her diabeties is still out of control her CHF is stable again for a while... she is on a strict diet that of course she does not follow, and her fluid restriction... well even with her cheating it is no where near what she used to drink in a day... I have NEVER seen anyone drink so much EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bradley... well he is of course one now... in fact will be 13 months soon... he is a MESS!! he is so smart and forgets nothing.... he can wreck the house in under a minute.  he RUNS everywhere now and is of course into everything... lots of times mike and i will sit back and just see what he will do, he is great entertainment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well since i messed for so long trying to load pictures my battery is now dying quickly so i wont get to catch up YET but soon soon soon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so missed my blogging buddies that are not on facebook,  have a wonderful blessed memorial day weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and hugs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura/ Peach :)&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-1574123578617707049?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1574123578617707049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1574123578617707049&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1574123578617707049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1574123578617707049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-blog-ers-i-have-missed-you.html' title='hello blog (ers) I have missed you...'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/TAEXCoG9JPI/AAAAAAAAGMM/kvxmum-nUVw/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-4987258340280601263</id><published>2010-05-14T06:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:31:05.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>videos!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;it has taken forever to load these videos but, i do have really really good excuses as to why it has ....so for your viewing enjoyment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e15d2d3dd0e86f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e15d2d3dd0e86f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67DAA7E83CEB301B1D1AA1721EA19A5D8D362BA2.75FB41A94F07EA70F0713FC67893EAEC3BF4939%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e15d2d3dd0e86f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9SiugyrkgNavXYSE8alsdgdNbdY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e15d2d3dd0e86f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67DAA7E83CEB301B1D1AA1721EA19A5D8D362BA2.75FB41A94F07EA70F0713FC67893EAEC3BF4939%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e15d2d3dd0e86f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9SiugyrkgNavXYSE8alsdgdNbdY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we have Bradley and elmo... He LOVES his elmo... THANK YOU uncle Jordan... and we have &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the baby elmo cake at Bradleys 1st Birthday party... and for those (dad Jeannie) I have not forgotten the pictures i just have not had time to breathe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b60a58e68ef3fe3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b60a58e68ef3fe3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7BBA718474382E8451786201BE917DFE77550FE4.FFBE271493FC7F8D77A4C6B7D7218FA95906008%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b60a58e68ef3fe3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdBazBmufCrMtZo2C8PNms5BqVgM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b60a58e68ef3fe3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329936121%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7BBA718474382E8451786201BE917DFE77550FE4.FFBE271493FC7F8D77A4C6B7D7218FA95906008%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b60a58e68ef3fe3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdBazBmufCrMtZo2C8PNms5BqVgM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The update is as follows... we put the garden in, plus a ton of seedlings (flowers) and i have been spending most days well into the evening at the hospital with Schlena and Marvin, Please continue to keep them in your prayers, it is so hard to watch a loved one suffer in this pain and even Hospice has had a hard time controlling it... IF... Big if here we read the report correctly this is not cancer but a HUGE (size of a volleyball ) mass on the head of his pancreas and it has branches that block the common bile duct and into his liver... it is still growing and we can actually see it popping up through his skin. He was never a big as in heavy man but now he is a 6 ft tall person who we can literally pick up with little to no effort and move in his bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any way Prayers for peace and pain relief are appreciated and we are very certian that his time here is short as it appears that God has chosen not to heal him so it is up to us to accept that he is choosing to bring him home weather we are ready or not ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the kid front... Cory has a job interview monday... please Pray on that too as He NEEDS to get back to work NOW... NO weeks ago... MONTHS ago... sigh... Stephanie is fine still working all the time and trying to get herself back in school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Martha... well she thinks i am stupid and for right now i will let her think what she chooses... but she has been staying here for the last two nights... and claims that they have had their power turned off for a COUPLE DAYS to keep the bill down since the water lines are busted in their neighborhood... I am not sure about the water lines and cant be bothered enough with it to go see... and Yes she reads this and yes i have already told her i am not so stupid but then i dropped the issue cause i dont feel like wasting my energy bickering with her. there is 5 days of school left this school year then she has ONE year left! LORD PLEASE hit this kid in the head with a brick and get her on the right path. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well i was waiting on the washing machine to stop before i head back to the hospital and it has stopped and even though i am SO FAR BEHIND again... again on blogs I WILL eventually catch back up! hope you enjoy the videos and thank you again for the prayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24574975-4987258340280601263?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2e15d2d3dd0e86f0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5b60a58e68ef3fe3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/4987258340280601263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=4987258340280601263&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4987258340280601263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/4987258340280601263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-taken-forever-to-load-these.html' title='videos!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1010100228456392388</id><published>2010-05-07T05:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T05:52:23.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Bradley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S-PZdJK-UkI/AAAAAAAAGK8/l1k8XBd5dVc/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468453467259294274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S-PZdJK-UkI/AAAAAAAAGK8/l1k8XBd5dVc/s320/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; due to Blogger issues this is all you get today i have tried for HOURS to load several pictures ... and this is the ONLY one i can get to load...now to the good amazing stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE a whole YEAR has passed since this amazing kid was born... he has the happiest personality ever created and is cute too :) we are so blessed and so amazed to have him in our lives... the amazing things he has learned in the year are too numerous to name but i have to give a few mention. He walks / runs everywhere and LOVES to be chased. He kisses both open and pucker lipped. :D he loves to dance to hokey poky elmo... i have video proof for you but... again BLOGGER is being an ass... he will give you high fives, he eats anything Grandma cooks.... that will last a few more years then the picky years will come i am sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankfully when he is super tired he still likes to come cuddle up on Grandma and of course mommy is the girl of the year... daddy runs a close second...we have had a couple biting incidents but that is daddys fault because he play bites and has for a long time and so Bradley is just playing back... but does not know it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have been blessed with being able to keep him for his mom and dad when they are working even though sometimes it makes for very late nights for us old people ... he says words but then wont repeat them LOL typical and so funny... of course one he said very clear was SHIT... sheesh..sorry but better that than what other lovelys he hears ...he squeels at a pitch that should shatter glass but it is a happy squeel so we dont fuss too much... he is into everything learning how it sounds, feels, tastes. Papa took the big cooking spoon i gave him to play with and showed him how to hit the cabinet doors, the floor the A/c vents all to see how they sounded... i reminded papa that we had a fit when Cory dented our front AND back steel doors with his drum sticks.... hummmm must think on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grass and sticks pine straw and rocks have all made it to the mouth and probably have been swallowed at some point... we try to keep them out but hes a sneaky fast kid... we love bathing and playing in the water... momma and daddy both love being in the water too so thats a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i will give ONE last attempt to load some more pictures or video to share with you... it has been busy crazy around here... and i have not been online much at all... please keep my cousins in your prayers as they are going through the dying process and its hard to watch your 52 yr old cousin die. (ok i am not a watcher i am a doer I stay with and do physical care, but you know what i mean I think ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a blessed day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S-Ph4M1j-7I/AAAAAAAAGLE/wi2xgUsFH9A/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468462728192719794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S-Ph4M1j-7I/AAAAAAAAGLE/wi2xgUsFH9A/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dancing with hokey poky elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24574975-1010100228456392388?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/1010100228456392388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=1010100228456392388&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1010100228456392388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/1010100228456392388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-1st-birthday-bradley.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Bradley!'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S-PZdJK-UkI/AAAAAAAAGK8/l1k8XBd5dVc/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-110494627631420009</id><published>2010-04-29T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:13:47.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9miHHUgFXI/AAAAAAAAGKc/Kn6RDOfU5Cw/s1600/hows+your+day+going.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465577865898628466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9miHHUgFXI/AAAAAAAAGKc/Kn6RDOfU5Cw/s320/hows+your+day+going.jpg" /&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/24574975-110494627631420009?l=peach867.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/feeds/110494627631420009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24574975&amp;postID=110494627631420009&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/110494627631420009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24574975/posts/default/110494627631420009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach867.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-wondering.html' title='just wondering'/><author><name>Laura ~Peach~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436851234824883774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/SWYBmjfBF5I/AAAAAAAADM0/J2oh60Ohbnk/S220/100_2398.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9miHHUgFXI/AAAAAAAAGKc/Kn6RDOfU5Cw/s72-c/hows+your+day+going.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24574975.post-1853832358916902834</id><published>2010-04-21T13:10:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:00:41.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to missouri and back and thoughts from alice for CJ</title><content type='html'>on the 11th of april we left at 1045 pm to drive to missouri... Cory drove the first 7 hours to clarksville Tennessee then I drove the next 6 hours to Troy Missouri then Stephanie drove the last hour to New London where we stopped in to see my friend Brenda ... Brenda found me on Facebook... My dad was her teacher in elementary school way back in the 60's and we have been buddies ever since :) It is always so cool to see people that you have gotten to know on line.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9JYHT5_KDI/AAAAAAAAGKM/aZs00HiKr-g/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463526180579649586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9JYHT5_KDI/AAAAAAAAGKM/aZs00HiKr-g/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From there we went to the nursing home to see mom... We had not told her that Cory was coming with us it had been 6 years since she had seen him... and for those that know mom and know how she is you know it was totally her fault that she had not seen him. Anyway it was a worthy surprise, She was so happy and that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9JYHF_fAHI/AAAAAAAAGKE/oREJaK4-UHY/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463526176844611698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9JYHF_fAHI/AAAAAAAAGKE/oREJaK4-UHY/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she had about squeezed his head off but he was taking it all very well . there were a few times when mom showed her behind and Cory had to walk away for a spell but in all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9JYGkcyTGI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/59us5WbJ4FE/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463526167840705634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9JYGkcyTGI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/59us5WbJ4FE/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom was tickled to meet Bradley, he took a while to warm up be he did warm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TeAxer6IWzA/S9JXnDhgC0I/AAAAAAAAGJ0/dNEAywtIuso/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240p
