tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85730160236962482902024-03-05T23:56:03.711-06:00My Place in CyberSpaceCreating bits and bytes in my very own Neverland!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-12379056539101669802010-08-20T12:14:00.004-05:002010-08-20T12:21:25.632-05:00Jump over to my Active BlogHi y'all and thanks for stopping by! Please enjoy navigating around this blog...but I haven't updated in awhile because I've created another blog to use in my new life in Mississippi! Come on over, if you'd like to see my further ramblings...<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lifeathilltop.blogspot.com/">Life at Hilltop</a><br /><br />Smile whenever possible ;-)<br /><br />ElizabethElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-58990914643362574272009-02-24T19:26:00.005-06:002009-02-24T22:02:55.416-06:00Wordless Wednesday ~ Mardi Gras(I think I can never post a totally Wordless Wednesday...I MUST explain a few things...!)<br /><br /><br />Here's daughter 6 years ago at the French Quarter in...Disneyland! These guys were great and had her singing and dancing and then threw the beads...As close to the "real" thing as we've gotten!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306540713448550194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-2TyzV4iz_SGtVFqQpP6C2CLwHqUshKixAWEIGeWyUkx-gAO_1hhFOhsI_iaiH_gSiiV4VnpjO0BFAoaaPdwPuMPiBQANvXWxq2m9nuO6qiaLxnbra9S0IEGp5ZSYc8tCoXX_yx7tBA/s400/S6303013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />and this is a few years later... today! :))<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTOZ_0fpwtBoiDJFnwELQa0jiW92UGVBRmnpayOsqXJWDt4I_qLTUJ5COibMCWcZPH77WE4dPXF0YZeDFsNIcKWkScq10IBtHI9JrMvv8BSAEVmwK9k2KgupKpprLUsSIk4ELbb2LpMc/s1600-h/S6303027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306540716865849202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTOZ_0fpwtBoiDJFnwELQa0jiW92UGVBRmnpayOsqXJWDt4I_qLTUJ5COibMCWcZPH77WE4dPXF0YZeDFsNIcKWkScq10IBtHI9JrMvv8BSAEVmwK9k2KgupKpprLUsSIk4ELbb2LpMc/s400/S6303027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVwlfgCzyOR8_pLiTaUP21EvwkB8k4jZa-WMXTdo5QK-Hx5fpOBkEdsqsMQLMLc5aaYv_AvToLytAPffeoFhf6KTrMEGnyTyJWskfwLIH6KAqYcewV821GfsxAODcTslvzu5l-ioAjYQ/s1600-h/A_WordlessWednesday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306541498044194674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmVwlfgCzyOR8_pLiTaUP21EvwkB8k4jZa-WMXTdo5QK-Hx5fpOBkEdsqsMQLMLc5aaYv_AvToLytAPffeoFhf6KTrMEGnyTyJWskfwLIH6KAqYcewV821GfsxAODcTslvzu5l-ioAjYQ/s200/A_WordlessWednesday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Thanks to Miss Dixie at <a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/">French Lique, Texas</a> for creating and having fun with Wordless Wednesday! Visit her blog and find out who's joining in. And you join in, too! <blockquote></blockquote></div></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-50968152066098134892009-02-17T17:46:00.009-06:002009-02-17T20:37:34.816-06:00Wordless Wednesday ~ Books<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3OiF5rbfyLlRonbXijB6shccqSg3N7DPMoU0sCnyug8MQp0onMae_hQl8aaHh1hJIzRQ04z-McQNEiozljWQ-nAIytO6iw36EMcwlXPV0ggVEUPTyn0rnKZYga6xuyAyA_fNF3-1cFpY/s1600-h/WordlessWednesday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303917395546055586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3OiF5rbfyLlRonbXijB6shccqSg3N7DPMoU0sCnyug8MQp0onMae_hQl8aaHh1hJIzRQ04z-McQNEiozljWQ-nAIytO6iw36EMcwlXPV0ggVEUPTyn0rnKZYga6xuyAyA_fNF3-1cFpY/s320/WordlessWednesday.jpg" border="0" /></a>It's time for Wordless Wednesday, hosted by the delightful Dixie at <a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/">French Lique</a>. Please join in!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Our word for today is BOOKS, and even though this should be Wordless, it seems I cannot keep from commenting just a teensy bit! You see, (*<em><strong>heartfelt sigh</strong></em>*) my books have not all been unpacked yet, so all I can offer is:<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303924235169292962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiey77IN9kSfLEFnB9gaanGm6Pzr18aJUNTWvz9BDH0aiezxk7u_QAs3PWScKv7Wme1E7Qv2ufq6lKD6rYFAkRIiwgIWR2hMDef7DABr2neANnkr8rdR7wPTSg-YKRksMmvtGqp_tQesTU/s400/S6302999.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Well, this is as close as I can get: a comforter...held up by my daughter (wearing white socks!)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303934842547958706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jOs3fQbsQlRGrxbxoA8XcMFfY7Yny8MP_GFvH1D7EQJsdp3gFmqy5PkNrVTyjjfLJzdj1puMucqFBCrnZvzJ6-QXulTu58fR0JEtWmjCDy7Ki_xyV7aE6NZU-zoUzSr7p2HnKrkgdTI/s400/S6303004.JPG" border="0" /><br />I need some bookcases!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-33922619485393544442009-02-15T15:26:00.008-06:002009-02-15T19:13:40.668-06:00Welcome to MY Birthday!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hynzWZnRhrlLq4Co_ujsX9h2oTBlK8ODgPDBvON2Q6zx3Pfjv1YfzxAU6EbAANHMH-CAtKt2O1lajLzCTkWHlAXObnZzdN_GVztWJJU8wRc3rAyqc6INX13BEWZIlyUyU7_0XcZf4es/s1600-h/Birthday+cake.gif"></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hynzWZnRhrlLq4Co_ujsX9h2oTBlK8ODgPDBvON2Q6zx3Pfjv1YfzxAU6EbAANHMH-CAtKt2O1lajLzCTkWHlAXObnZzdN_GVztWJJU8wRc3rAyqc6INX13BEWZIlyUyU7_0XcZf4es/s1600-h/Birthday+cake.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187159060096178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hynzWZnRhrlLq4Co_ujsX9h2oTBlK8ODgPDBvON2Q6zx3Pfjv1YfzxAU6EbAANHMH-CAtKt2O1lajLzCTkWHlAXObnZzdN_GVztWJJU8wRc3rAyqc6INX13BEWZIlyUyU7_0XcZf4es/s400/Birthday+cake.gif" border="0" /></a> <div>In the United States, tomorrow, February 16, is a Federal Holiday...the official reason is that it celebrates the birthdays of two past Presidents, Washington and Lincoln...however, it is a bit of a sham because neither man was born on this date! It is a government decree, a combined day always occuring on a Monday to assure a 3-day weekend to celebrate <em>every year</em>. And back in my working life, I was glad for it.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>However, that's all well and good, but <strong>THIS YEAR</strong> I am claiming the day as my very own because this is my exact birthday (February 16, mark it down), no kidding around and moving target dates! Yes, my birthday is a National Holiday where the banks and government offices are closed, and no mail is delivered. All in MY honor (<strong>this year on February 16, are you catching this? </strong>*smile*). How cool is that???!!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />And to top it off, I was ALMOST a Valentine Baby!! (I try to look for the best in every situation LOL.)</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Thank you dear friends for sharing my blog and now my Birthday...hope this day for you is special and fun!<br /><br /><div></div><div>Oh and my mom tells me that 49 years ago was a VERY snowy, icy night in Chicago!</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-86027506155918084962009-02-13T09:30:00.009-06:002009-02-14T09:09:03.297-06:00Valentine Surprise for Me and YouMy dear friend in Arizona sent me this beautiful Rose Chest...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3WLEj0DUAMop8G4oRKNB3AvY0XVUsVoIDkOUINeJJ2ruCFGnOZOaXgpLCXUFCG05qkdDjo6NWSl8lcpj-b4ej2wznF05dp2lkbfK6hvQcLn-gS-et4Q1dmS6mCsLIzWwWuxkw_ls9TI/s1600-h/S6302953.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307743813371586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3WLEj0DUAMop8G4oRKNB3AvY0XVUsVoIDkOUINeJJ2ruCFGnOZOaXgpLCXUFCG05qkdDjo6NWSl8lcpj-b4ej2wznF05dp2lkbfK6hvQcLn-gS-et4Q1dmS6mCsLIzWwWuxkw_ls9TI/s400/S6302953.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Inside was filled with heart chocolates!</div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5fPCyt5BU4yLyo9zDVsLuxAya_ufAF1se7ZcxgilfezSWFvXx8VRIZpF5saRabkRp5RG8VpldIsnK6CzTeDgUe3tlMdV6GJ2BqiUY3kybVrV_Ajpp5lLFMUoNGADPNY0tKzM7SjPZPA/s1600-h/S6302954.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307735940222098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5fPCyt5BU4yLyo9zDVsLuxAya_ufAF1se7ZcxgilfezSWFvXx8VRIZpF5saRabkRp5RG8VpldIsnK6CzTeDgUe3tlMdV6GJ2BqiUY3kybVrV_Ajpp5lLFMUoNGADPNY0tKzM7SjPZPA/s400/S6302954.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />But while I was admiring this and my mind drifted away thinking about myriad chocolates...</div><div></div><div>Someone came by and began to take them!! This was not my hand, but the hand of my daughter...What was she up to???<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLJrW3M1dQZgxvH1cQEfWJfAmqdv3a9QzXUtTy05TDI2UJ-Z9HNltFuQ6I1mpDcxA-XA5fvJcMtQSk90n2QujoYphAt5KcTjshDuRaVlWdWuVu6kuaTpWHEPD4x0lqZ1pMW0MtTeV_dg/s1600-h/S6302955.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307733783106562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLJrW3M1dQZgxvH1cQEfWJfAmqdv3a9QzXUtTy05TDI2UJ-Z9HNltFuQ6I1mpDcxA-XA5fvJcMtQSk90n2QujoYphAt5KcTjshDuRaVlWdWuVu6kuaTpWHEPD4x0lqZ1pMW0MtTeV_dg/s400/S6302955.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />When I looked around, my daughter was standing by me with a look of complete innocence, but there were no more chocolates!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffuoL_oIIVO2yj0sZODmBqnhOUDU43izhWnERKDSMP1bnRzK-YtCxG2xSFMbxaK_YikfbuSSQDZe_l4IZOg6RjiHGPsny128FHYlo5DpT1WnGyXjOFpmt560V1GaqJq4Mmd9Z6ZNOd-c/s1600-h/S6302956.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307727769086882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffuoL_oIIVO2yj0sZODmBqnhOUDU43izhWnERKDSMP1bnRzK-YtCxG2xSFMbxaK_YikfbuSSQDZe_l4IZOg6RjiHGPsny128FHYlo5DpT1WnGyXjOFpmt560V1GaqJq4Mmd9Z6ZNOd-c/s400/S6302956.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>Oh, but of course she hadn't removed them to EAT, but to create this...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXcDEJCuToyBM1vN2tpezh5qL0quvKoq_aOOAW2JVdpV9YNqha8Qf5vIjV92HuRRloZoKaGm18-qq-6WKXvgxd4CcchmgLsMpmwcO2N5ingwj4j5ganLklKqV3O0BPCYOpJagzjY1fA4/s1600-h/S6302957.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307723949621394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXcDEJCuToyBM1vN2tpezh5qL0quvKoq_aOOAW2JVdpV9YNqha8Qf5vIjV92HuRRloZoKaGm18-qq-6WKXvgxd4CcchmgLsMpmwcO2N5ingwj4j5ganLklKqV3O0BPCYOpJagzjY1fA4/s400/S6302957.JPG" border="0" /></a> A wish to me, to my wonderful friends and family, and to my dear readers for a <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Happy, Sweet Valentine's Day</strong></span> !!! </div><div></div><div>Have a wonderful weekend.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-2022385324231996552009-02-10T21:39:00.001-06:002009-02-10T21:55:20.444-06:00Wordless Wednesday ~ LoveSorry I couldn't sharpen this up, but it's one of my favorites:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A9ge7tllI8bJtPw94tl_O7Z26qNzhOgZmfBlcFxpGfueZcafWZE468AaftOxC5Chm4ITnKNBIer44jHwkp1pgcLcmQvdfofqdJIRnFy9ufHmitFEASnUuyrkO-MzVScgyGXGjnDzjfc/s1600-h/Valentine+2008+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301258676110057026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A9ge7tllI8bJtPw94tl_O7Z26qNzhOgZmfBlcFxpGfueZcafWZE468AaftOxC5Chm4ITnKNBIer44jHwkp1pgcLcmQvdfofqdJIRnFy9ufHmitFEASnUuyrkO-MzVScgyGXGjnDzjfc/s400/Valentine+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> You will always hold my heart, sweetie-pie.<br />luv, mom<br /><br /><br />Please visit Dixie at <a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/">French Lique </a>so you can visit the other <em>lovely</em> bloggers!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4gkbkgC9EN1LNJQRWZOfNFh1LCp4EAwpE2ivQWvh7L8oXWQBoSnv30sRXrNqt_joBFc0IjAOaPgAOeL_FgxrQhu6o6VXtOXaAJcBQFMWxssGmsj2vUwiazhRb8323Mv4qm-IL3E3GJo/s1600-h/Worldless+Wednesday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301378291542426482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4gkbkgC9EN1LNJQRWZOfNFh1LCp4EAwpE2ivQWvh7L8oXWQBoSnv30sRXrNqt_joBFc0IjAOaPgAOeL_FgxrQhu6o6VXtOXaAJcBQFMWxssGmsj2vUwiazhRb8323Mv4qm-IL3E3GJo/s200/Worldless+Wednesday.jpg" border="0" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-33181060478693855852009-02-04T05:00:00.003-06:002009-02-04T09:13:17.559-06:00Wordless Wednesday ~ Children<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRqP2Zcdc_iXS4RuBdvDNa9cqO6BfqUGOP1-kUkceoZJHWx54-Risyer5hkVZBfSRSsOQc3ngrkvAd_mJR-W6xxd2cEh4oIaf_DcaH1QrBsenHqvLsSAFbU9iD5iEReHs07yzU8y7QjA/s1600-h/GV+House+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298720818617660082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRqP2Zcdc_iXS4RuBdvDNa9cqO6BfqUGOP1-kUkceoZJHWx54-Risyer5hkVZBfSRSsOQc3ngrkvAd_mJR-W6xxd2cEh4oIaf_DcaH1QrBsenHqvLsSAFbU9iD5iEReHs07yzU8y7QjA/s400/GV+House+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />From my mother's bookshelf<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you for visiting...if you'd like to join the fun of Wordless Wednesday visit Dixie at <a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/">French Lique, Texas</a>.<br /><br /><div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-15020728738575420572009-02-02T09:21:00.004-06:002009-02-02T09:48:08.252-06:00Shadows<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-_i0794owD_i_2wF2EL9mJSbhX8MjRi2W5rFELo_giGdqbNVWgtjTdlfxgcQJ_5YaPaAagM9p2EpYX3xE3rx37H8XzDfC51_nNa_jHIh3UEBGCbxKbxO-fFDa_CXJw17PBesUsEiVzA/s1600-h/Closeup_groundhog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298225246415016530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-_i0794owD_i_2wF2EL9mJSbhX8MjRi2W5rFELo_giGdqbNVWgtjTdlfxgcQJ_5YaPaAagM9p2EpYX3xE3rx37H8XzDfC51_nNa_jHIh3UEBGCbxKbxO-fFDa_CXJw17PBesUsEiVzA/s400/Closeup_groundhog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Groundhog Day!! I have always enjoyed the Bill Murray movie, where he has to live a day without sneering at everyone in his world, in order to stay with his true love...and he's SUCH a pain in the rear guy at the beginning, that it takes a l-o-n-g time to become a member of society that no one wants to punch in the face the instant he says something!<br /><br />Well, so did Punxsatawney (I spelled it right!) Phil see his shadow and will there be 6 more weeks of winter...??<br /><br />If the answer is driving you mad, go to his website: <a href="http://www.groundhog.org/">Punxsatawney Phil </a><br /><br />According to Wikipedia, the groundhog is a large rodent. He's also called a "woodchuck" which brings to mind the famous question ditty:<br /><br />How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?<br /><br />Do you know the answer??? Of course it's:<br /><br />A woodchuck chucks WHAT a woodchuck chucks if a woodchuck could chuck wood.<br /><br />So, he chucks whatever he wants. A strong minded individual.<br /><br />So, six more weeks of winter....OOOOPPPPS, I gave it away! Guess it was a sunny day in Pennsylvania. Sorry Phil. But congratulations on your 15 minutes of fame!<br /><br />Have a great day, dear readers! We've got clouds so NO shadows...does that mean WE WON'T have 6 more weeks of winter HERE??!! What's your weather report?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-18858166113942643402009-01-30T21:03:00.008-06:002009-01-30T21:40:18.004-06:00Answering a delicate question...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXSqQo9fSk0SXxqXaW7SoDXQIEvuW1A__WQUuz-SsLBoXhxSrqWNpBng0Ttv2DOUChHIknW21LLGlFt7Qy6_GkT0E5abVbMwAYSJ8c1s3V0tY1NVpAmmkxJWvtxR-McTcMao9rFBxv0o/s1600-h/S6302862.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297288784525084690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXSqQo9fSk0SXxqXaW7SoDXQIEvuW1A__WQUuz-SsLBoXhxSrqWNpBng0Ttv2DOUChHIknW21LLGlFt7Qy6_GkT0E5abVbMwAYSJ8c1s3V0tY1NVpAmmkxJWvtxR-McTcMao9rFBxv0o/s400/S6302862.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Mommy, where do mini M&Ms come from?"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2jwpID84Du6TZWj0umwN2nka6xmPqnD1Bz4WrapLSNVFlujBi8mbIidr9teY-NVeMbeyr_XwyU6-WarfLlpM6iYlu-DdCcYzFgpLCJwX8TYoPCzmuBKNhwnL6ik7fnbnA_csZ-i3cQU/s1600-h/S6302863.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297288779420141666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2jwpID84Du6TZWj0umwN2nka6xmPqnD1Bz4WrapLSNVFlujBi8mbIidr9teY-NVeMbeyr_XwyU6-WarfLlpM6iYlu-DdCcYzFgpLCJwX8TYoPCzmuBKNhwnL6ik7fnbnA_csZ-i3cQU/s400/S6302863.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Well, honey, Mr.& Mrs. M & M meet at the juke box candy dispenser, link their hands and together push the silver button on the top. Surprise, surprise, out drops their very own mini M&M! This one they named GreenEm, but it could have been a RedEm, or even YellowEm. They stay at the juke box until they have enough little ones to fill a candy sack. Now you go tell your friends that there is no such thing as a <em>chocolate stork delivering baby candies</em>. That's just plain ridiculous!"</div><div></div><div> </div><div><br />Well, dear reader, I'll just bet YOU didn't know how they were made either??!! </div><div><div></div><div><div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div><br />Have a wonderful weekend and smile, smile, smile!</div></div></div></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-6668480802259719142009-01-29T21:07:00.001-06:002009-01-29T20:11:55.638-06:00Google Earth is scaring me...I've always enjoyed visiting the Google Earth site...originally I was able to get an aerial view of my house, or a friend's house or a house that I once lived in. It's all a bird's eye view, maybe a low flying bird, but it feels non-personal and uninvasive to me. HOWEVER, I have recently found an astonishing and rather creepy feature (is it new or did I just accidentally find it?)...maybe you've already discovered it, but it really did make me feel, well, stalked!<br /><br /><br />If you haven't downloaded Google Earth, it's easy. Just go here:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://earth.google.com/">http://earth.google.com/</a> and download the free version. It really is an absolutely remarkable way to view the world.<br /><br /><br /><br />That said, now for the interesting, spooky part...on the lower left under LAYERS, make sure the first 5 are checked: Geographic Web, Roads, 3D Buildings, Street View, Borders and Labels. It's the <strong>street view</strong> item that will give the effect I'm talking about. Now at the top of the page at FLY TO, type in your destination....make it your own home address. You will be virtually wisked to the area and be in the sky looking down on your rooftop. You will see little camera icons on the street; double click on one of them close to your house. You will then be whisked down to street level and in a matter of moments you will be standing on your street and can use the mouse to navigate around 360 degrees and can see the very front of your house AS IF YOU WERE STANDING RIGHT THERE!<br /><br /><br />I don't know the astonishing technology behind this...it's as if someone has been driving up to my house and spinning around taking photos. But I don't know who it is and I never see this....uh...stalker!!<br /><br />There are probably other camera icons along your street. Double Click on them and then press the left button on your mouse to make the hand icon grab the photo and move around on it.<br /><br />I thought this might only work on my home back in Tucson, a BIG city, but it also works in the "sticks" where I live now in Mississippi.<br /><br />It's cool, creepy, scary, fabulous technology at its very best! But it does have a spooky big-brother-is-watching kind of feeling.<br /><br />If you try it, let me know...if you have trouble, ask me and I'll try to help. It's worth a look-see!!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-5276675419736662032009-01-28T09:24:00.006-06:002009-01-28T19:31:55.223-06:00Wordless Wednesday ~ Garden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpjlEANYBxcXlMjsl5AEAwoJN5Eyih_M52Yt-0S6eOjSZwN3U9lQr7Y2VklvNfgeL3FZso3g1GnFOZNHk20lxF-fKwumoYq_R92lGIlHnzPvszmWWVN2SCrXQ1NRtoN5E_qfZNMtTKsM/s1600-h/Camera+Download+1_22_09+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296367044218472306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpjlEANYBxcXlMjsl5AEAwoJN5Eyih_M52Yt-0S6eOjSZwN3U9lQr7Y2VklvNfgeL3FZso3g1GnFOZNHk20lxF-fKwumoYq_R92lGIlHnzPvszmWWVN2SCrXQ1NRtoN5E_qfZNMtTKsM/s400/Camera+Download+1_22_09+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>If you would like to join in on Wordless Wednesday, visit Dixie at <a href="http://frenchlique.blogspot.com/">Frnch Lique, Texas</a>!</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-34857723381223996902009-01-27T12:40:00.000-06:002009-01-27T12:42:07.459-06:00My Letter "P"<strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNDYxZ8nAj0kkb8SrHDg52aCdYS7s9i1FKFR-IHLU1wrLGL67g101okuUhs68Y6Hi5Tvh4WZzqKNcBlGlJXA6SzW2eKVhVB_s-iZeoj3zCI37PwPDne5dRuTp9gbED4D_1YDT4Aoqnw4/s1600-h/ATT2733079.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296030954744523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNDYxZ8nAj0kkb8SrHDg52aCdYS7s9i1FKFR-IHLU1wrLGL67g101okuUhs68Y6Hi5Tvh4WZzqKNcBlGlJXA6SzW2eKVhVB_s-iZeoj3zCI37PwPDne5dRuTp9gbED4D_1YDT4Aoqnw4/s400/ATT2733079.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Anni over at <a href="http://hootin--anni.blogspot.com/">Hootin' Anni's</a> played a game on her blog that seemed like huge fun, so I thought I'd play along. The rules of the game are simple. You are assigned a random letter and you should then post 10 things that you love that begin with that letter. If you read this and want to play, leave a comment that says so, and I'll assign you a random letter.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anni gave me <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>"P"</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Pecans</strong> ~ Yum: each half nut covered and baked in caramel cinnamon; or topping the rich, decadence of a Pecan Pie.</div><div></div><div><strong>Pony</strong> ~When I was small I learned to ride on a small horse, a pony like Misty of Chincoteague. His name was Cricket. Ponies have alot of personality and can be quite stubborn.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Pals</strong> ~ Another name for dear friends, both real life and bloglanders (who have real lives, too, but I just don't know them in real-time!).<br /></div><br /><div><strong>Pemberley</strong> ~ The simply gorgeous English Estate of Mr. Darcy in <em>Pride and Prejudice</em> which I first saw in the Colin Firth movie version of the book. Scads and scads of rooms, and enough servants so I could enjoy it all and not worry a wit about cleaning!</div><br /><div><strong>Pillow</strong> ~ I have been known to take my own pillow on every road trip, plane trip or campout I've ever been on. I eschew (great word) hotel/motel pillows.</div><br /><div><strong>Pine Trees</strong> ~ Completely love the heady scent of a pine forest on a warm day. The canned spray scent is nowhere near the same LOL.<br /></div><br /><div><strong>Pirates</strong> ~ A total fan of the Pirates of the Carribean movies. Captain Jack Sparrow ~~ swoon!</div><br /><div><strong>Porkskins</strong> ~ Blame my southern husband for introducing me to a such a salty, crunchy wonder!</div><br /><div><strong>Puddles </strong>~ Made by the rain, reflecting the sky, made to be walked through or jumped in.</div><br /><div><strong>Paws</strong> ~ Talking about cats and dogs and how they can be such a large part of your life. I have had the chance to be adopted by several wonderful fur babies in my life.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hope you had fun reading about me, through my one letter Biography! If you want to play I promise not to assign a "q" or "x"!!</div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-37299656090327147032009-01-26T14:00:00.000-06:002009-01-26T14:00:00.774-06:00Guilt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIU3TSjQvWvIeEYTKOnkSuz8zPjrC8Auv2YnnYC-EK6WJ4b_lqoKL92mx3QcC0o3qrAxXJ4bIldmTbp0DSJi1fU9M679fwGbEYo4Ax8OI-IoXGqgGQ0ZHTrfk47RWzpSojNBc3JEPXYJc/s1600-h/Camera+Download+1_22_09+159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295425510433291218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIU3TSjQvWvIeEYTKOnkSuz8zPjrC8Auv2YnnYC-EK6WJ4b_lqoKL92mx3QcC0o3qrAxXJ4bIldmTbp0DSJi1fU9M679fwGbEYo4Ax8OI-IoXGqgGQ0ZHTrfk47RWzpSojNBc3JEPXYJc/s400/Camera+Download+1_22_09+159.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Guilty Gizmo. She doesn't realize she's been caught red-handed (so to speak), but the evidence of the Kleenex Krime is stuck on the side of her face LOL! It looks like a feather but it's not, it's her addiction to picking kleenex tissues out of the trash (ewwww!) and then ripping them to shreds under the bed. This time she forgot to tidy up before she settled onto the sofa. After this I moved all the trash bins to higher places.<br /><br /><br />Actually with those gleaming eyes she looks like a creature from outer space ~~ <div></div>she's really a Lhasa Apso with a tremendous underbite. My camera just has a STRONG flash!<br /><br />Have you got a pet that does something sneaky and won't own up to it?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-29914892190668503632009-01-24T17:43:00.001-06:002009-01-24T19:45:42.736-06:00I "heart" IMDBI was watching an episode of Law and Order the other day and one of the supporting actors in the story was oddly familiar. Who was he? Where had I seen him? His face was familiar but different, maybe older...what in the devil had he been in before?? At the end of the episode I stared down the credits and found the name "Bronson Pinchot". Quite a name, I vaguely remember it, but still can't place him. My brain is caught up in the chase.<br /><br />Now, in years past, BI (Before Internet), I would have racked my brain, trying to get the image out of my head (to no avail), then I would have called a friend and tried to explain what this guy looked like (not tall, medium dark brown hair, brown eyes...Oh yeah that narrows it down). So I would be left with an unanswerred question. A haunting. burning question. No answer. Not unless it came to me in a dream.<br /><br />BUT, Oh Joy, I have lived long enough that now it is AI (you know, After Internet) and there is a terrific site and you probably all know it, but I must sing its praises: <a href="http://www.imdb.com/">IMDB.COM, The International Movie Database-dot-com</a>, because without it I would be more of a basket case than I already am LOL.<br /><br />In a flurry I can run to the computer, get onto the magical site, type in Bronson Pinchot and find he has been a very busy actor since the 1980s and the sitcom where I finally remember him from. My brain cools down...I KNOW, I KNOW!!<br /><br />Has it happened to you? Watching a movie or watching an episode where a semi-familiar actor shows up and your mind just will not bring up where you know him from? You MUST find out...it's like a mystery story...and it's IMDB to the rescue!!<br /><br />Law and Order (2005): Bronson Pinchot as Dr. Greg Ross (Bad Doctor):<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0629509/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0629509/</a><br /><br />And where did I remember him from?:<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090501/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090501/</a><br /><br />He starred in Perfect Strangers as Balki Bartokomous (1986-1993).<br /><br />HA! Like I would have remembered that on my own!!<br /><br />Let me know if this has happened to you!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-19604625644735277322009-01-22T10:24:00.000-06:002009-01-22T10:26:15.873-06:00Tagged!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXv_eK0qdsldsymAmsA9uelU9SpIabyAqwvqv45eHqLVjC8fUy32DZeyYVWJKWi14oUy6Q42550Esr8SxAFzLDjw_eyZdN9fOe1jFIpqyPjQK0AB_ugsHvYfIfKzYj0Kt1LRPW36z9XXs/s1600-h/Wide+eyed.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155042193953170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXv_eK0qdsldsymAmsA9uelU9SpIabyAqwvqv45eHqLVjC8fUy32DZeyYVWJKWi14oUy6Q42550Esr8SxAFzLDjw_eyZdN9fOe1jFIpqyPjQK0AB_ugsHvYfIfKzYj0Kt1LRPW36z9XXs/s400/Wide+eyed.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, I was tagged quite awhile ago by dear <a href="http://belleamebeautifulsoul.blogspot.com/">Kelly-Marie </a>and here I am responding...but better late than never! I am to reveal 6 things about myself:<br /><br /></div><div>1. I learned to swim by taking a College Beginning Swimming course...it was a real bonding experience to be with other "old" people who waited til their 20s to learn!<br /></div><br /><div>2. My blonde hair was down to my waist and I didn't cut it until in my 20's. Friends signed my high school yearbook saying "Don't EVER cut your hair!" But THEY didn't have to take care of it! It took HOURS to dry!<br /></div><br /><div>3. I am hooked on coffee, a complete addict. Hot, strong, high-octane, but with a swig of sugar and creamer. When I open a new coffee can, the aroma almost makes me giddy!<br /></div><br /><div>4. I am a cat person. I like dogs, and we have a small one right now, but love cats. Had my Nikki cat for 19 years before she passed away 2 years ago, and I'm not ready for another. To compensate, my daughter and I sponsor a cat in a No-Kill Shelter back in Tucson.<br /></div><br /><div>5. I am also hooked on Digital Photography. I always enjoyed taking photos with the old regular camera, but now that I can fill up a 2 mb disk...watch out!<br /></div><br /><div>6. I am a Barry Manillow fan from 'way back. Many jokes have been said about his singing style and songs, but I love him. And I'm NOT alone!! (His concerts have sold out...LOL)<br /></div><br /><div>Thanks for reading! If you haven't been tagged for this and want to play, please consider yourself TAGGED!! </div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-39304267777608267972009-01-18T19:23:00.000-06:002009-01-18T20:33:54.361-06:00Truth in Advertising??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PVK7wgpKA46Rmzaj_oo1Kpq2cSsUqNwSJ5LOEYBbxNZ2gyIyjWnqwTB8co-Kh7PBohyYHeccFgeSen-bpdlE3fUqQSnOp0KJ7y1O2erUT0AYf7cXN_a1_QlCLqjCfDB7Ovk-yH3JYuI/s1600-h/ROT03785.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292809964279640338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PVK7wgpKA46Rmzaj_oo1Kpq2cSsUqNwSJ5LOEYBbxNZ2gyIyjWnqwTB8co-Kh7PBohyYHeccFgeSen-bpdlE3fUqQSnOp0KJ7y1O2erUT0AYf7cXN_a1_QlCLqjCfDB7Ovk-yH3JYuI/s400/ROT03785.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm so confused! I move to Mississippi and find that AriZona (where I lived for about 40 years) can manufacture genuine (Real Brewed, it says) Sweet Tea, which I KNOW is a beloved product of the South. Then I look to see where it IS produced and find a web page address, <a href="http://www.drinkarizona.com/">http://www.drinkarizona.com/</a> . Being of a curious nature I go to the webpage and find out that it is packaged in....New York City!</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />On the plus side, it is a tasty drink! But it is not as good as my southern mother-in-law can brew, of course.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div><br />Anybody out there who loves Sweet Tea?<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-67261009868327997622009-01-04T10:54:00.000-06:002009-01-04T11:00:39.398-06:00Warm Words for 2009This was emailed to me by a dear friend. It has the feeling of an Irish Blessing.<br /><br /><br />A TOAST TO BRING IN THE NEW YEAR!<br /><br />May your home never be too small<br />To hold all of your friends.<br />May you live as long as you want<br />And never want as long as you live.<br />May the good Lord take a liking to you,<br />But not too soon.<br />May you have warm words on a cold evening,<br />A full moon on a dark night,<br />And the road downhill all the way to your door.<br />May your neighbors respect you,<br />Trouble neglect you,<br />The angels protect you, and heaven accept you.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Dance as if no one were watching,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sing as if no one were listening</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">And live every day as if it were your last.</span><br /><br />Here's To You, My Friends...... ....All Things Blessed, Joyous and Wonderful in 2009...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-80014490776278425642009-01-03T08:55:00.000-06:002009-01-03T09:12:24.843-06:00The Housing Market<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9shSadlzTqNOOjOlNMVUYck8EcFWeNl938hSgzW3j4JtwXU8SzcooYl-6IAegRgu8Z3u33YUvXa2UCjcdrafQ6XvsttwRJnFdcx6tuRVOdQuQSBBvxaNlTlp8W_730neNlD5T2SseX0/s1600-h/ROT03778.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287081540862593698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9shSadlzTqNOOjOlNMVUYck8EcFWeNl938hSgzW3j4JtwXU8SzcooYl-6IAegRgu8Z3u33YUvXa2UCjcdrafQ6XvsttwRJnFdcx6tuRVOdQuQSBBvxaNlTlp8W_730neNlD5T2SseX0/s400/ROT03778.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>House Available</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Quaint, recently painted, one bedroom in country setting. Perfect first home! Mature vegetation, strong foundation pole. Stunning views from doorway. Some slight renovation required.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A Cardinal pair discuss the possibilities of this fixer-upper...the price has just been radically reduced. In fact the owner will pay the buyer to move in with unlimited access to sunflower seeds. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pretty please??<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-90370535321859797252009-01-02T09:37:00.000-06:002009-01-02T19:38:54.281-06:00Changing Two Habits<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>One of the things about moving to a new place is that the schedules you were used to are just enough different to catch you off guard. Especially those important two that are governed by...well...the Government! Here's what I mean:<br /><br />1. Trash Pick-Up: Here it's once a week on Monday. And it's a VERY bad idea to put out your garbage before that day because it has the potential to become a Racoon Buffet. So the garbage goes out of the house into secure plastic bins and on Monday morning hubby wheels them down the l-o-n-g driveway to the Highway. I was used to a Friday pick-up and a HUGE trash container in the alley (owned by the City) that happily received garbage everyday..from several families and the occassional drive-by who would stop and hurriedly deposit his own excessive garbage. The thing smelled putrid and had a huge, mishapen lid that never opened quite wide enough to take the sack in one fell swoop. Nobody cleaned it or replaced it. Therefore, our few sacks here in a couple of small, cleanish containers on wheels are not so bad :o)<br /><br />2. Mail Delivery: A very nice man drives by in the morning by at least 9:30. If there's a package he'll turn in the driveway and come right up to the door. It's just that I was used to a late afternoon pick-up and so had plenty of time to procrastinate into getting those pesky checks written and out!<br /><br />How many weeks does it take to change a habit? Is it something like 21 days??...so pretty soon I'll be able to stop leaving Yellow Stickies all over the place!! Oh, who am I kidding, I've been using YellowStickies for years to remind myself of every little thing.<br /><br />Hmmm...did you ever put up a Sticky to remind you to read another Sticky?? LOL<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-7258555392397440912009-01-01T10:54:00.000-06:002009-01-02T16:12:56.257-06:00It's Here!<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello 2009!! Here's the sun rising through my diningroom window.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370230949318402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYY7B07ODdH7yDJeApwjXD0mXcsW2PNBKqhgqnnQ5OpuQxbtfYvObuYUw85Pmf6CdFWGUtdZjmf1NdH4WsmBFhzlVQp7H5YQrjirsn9Ey4ZJIe4eOU0zH1PkyE2OYiv1rvRyAFLfhkfi0/s400/S6302764.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Red is the Chinese color of luck and here's my cardinal to bring some my way! It looks like snow, but that's just a trick of the light or... my excellect photographic technique LOL</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICvc2EUoCWtmQUzKoeqX__4V3nZP9Ot7stgtQwHhv-VPPZg1urQfmW9UBj4MLdbgB5Ukac4GBidcr9TbHwLKLBjYambuC-7L4w0WHaETvOWghRKJXw-CvwNvDbTYui3Xh2WFjYq9V1R8/s1600-h/S6302760.JPG"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370239809879522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICvc2EUoCWtmQUzKoeqX__4V3nZP9Ot7stgtQwHhv-VPPZg1urQfmW9UBj4MLdbgB5Ukac4GBidcr9TbHwLKLBjYambuC-7L4w0WHaETvOWghRKJXw-CvwNvDbTYui3Xh2WFjYq9V1R8/s400/S6302760.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></strong><br /><div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Welcome to the newest roller coaster ride: "Two-Thousand-Nine", guaranteed to be a completely unique experience, not like last year, not like next year, in fact not like anybody elses year ...! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's your own, so please enjoy. May it bring you happiness.</span></strong></div><div></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-20227663874168956412008-12-30T20:35:00.000-06:002008-12-31T10:57:41.556-06:00Melting away...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0FiwE5dFMz-LbigCuwGo2uiGZYtGoaDuc-hXnBMonDIayYrfQBO0OB6tgiywSndQmcAzznFweweoj9wqek1jMFaJNeQc7Y3dbMGS4a4N-VeioNhd7QAt-pZ6Ojpvi4sm0DrtkWkAap8/s1600-h/300px-The_Persistence_of_Memory.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285778101684455074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0FiwE5dFMz-LbigCuwGo2uiGZYtGoaDuc-hXnBMonDIayYrfQBO0OB6tgiywSndQmcAzznFweweoj9wqek1jMFaJNeQc7Y3dbMGS4a4N-VeioNhd7QAt-pZ6Ojpvi4sm0DrtkWkAap8/s400/300px-The_Persistence_of_Memory.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"The Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dali. I place it here as a signal of the last days of 2008, soon to be memory. This was an intense roller coaster ride of a year for me and my family and I know that other blogger friends have experienced it too; stomach churning dips and corkscrew turns. I really wouldn't have bought a ticket to this ride if I'd known what it was going to be like...and yet, and yet, I am truly awed by this mystery called Living. I draw a breath, my heart beats, the next moment awaits....I fear a bit what it holds, but then remember what joy can be there, too. That is the beauty of memory, fill the mind with the thoughts of happiness shared, loved ones close, laughter and silliness abounding. No matter the stress, that time was real.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">May we all have the strength, courage, love and laughter to forge into 2009. I'm standing in line for Thunder Mountain at Disneyland, another roller-coaster of a ride! Let's go and lift up our arms!!</span></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-50314886326183721792008-12-29T20:21:00.000-06:002008-12-29T20:38:42.364-06:00Hi Y'all<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJjFLf5e01wEYZMp54Yv4BduayJwe3GwFgKlciCKlXKPVArmCfVO1vqsl9tk0PRhwzRaevsrA0SY_HJ3BU8E22-V2iR6lOsHr0sKJgGkgL0WSvC_yesI2w8Ov57uU1zF4VyfN60E-30w/s1600-h/Magnetree.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285404970133122434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJjFLf5e01wEYZMp54Yv4BduayJwe3GwFgKlciCKlXKPVArmCfVO1vqsl9tk0PRhwzRaevsrA0SY_HJ3BU8E22-V2iR6lOsHr0sKJgGkgL0WSvC_yesI2w8Ov57uU1zF4VyfN60E-30w/s400/Magnetree.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What do you do when you have just moved into a new house and it's almost Christmas and you don't have a tree yet and the ornaments are packed...somewhere??</div><div></div><br /><div>But you do have:</div><br /><div></div><div>1. An unadorned white refrigerator</div><div>2. A mom/grandma who sends an Advent Calendar each year</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>What you get is a clever gift from mom of an Advent Calendar that turns out to be a Magnetic Tree that attaches to the front of the bare, boring white fridge and transforms it into a Holiday Ornament! Each day of December, a new numbered ornament gently clings to the "tree", until the magic day of December 25 when the tree is completely decorated!</div><br /><div></div><div>How clever! And, as mom said, "No needles to vacuum up!"</div><br /><div></div>Happy Holidays to all!!<br /><div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-80690875575118358542008-10-20T16:12:00.000-05:002008-10-20T16:33:35.631-05:00Promising to Come Back as Soon as I can...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLroLePDDkjxAXTJY_1_cHCrcrY_y79vmEZR-ZdsMRHuZWb99RYLxQZnSVboyrfcjVrKcZ9koFJrQxGPgEFTvWIclT38cIXb-9oHL7AwNB3UpVMJfUIKNHNEMsCdhtDI6JKZ5zS_hb_48/s1600-h/Spider+Jack%27s.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">It's been awhile since my last post and I miss putting things up here, but the reason I've had to take a long break is that we're MOVING and moving big...long distance from Arizona to Mississippi!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">We're in the midst of packing and sorting and packing some more. The professional packers arrive next week and then we leave right after Halloween, a favorite holiday that we couldn't miss spending with our dear friends here.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So, I'll see you sometime in later November, once I figure out how to hook-up to the internet, while living on an acre in the country! I've been a city girl for so long...!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">P.S. I know this area of Mississippi because it is my husband's growing up place, and we have visited every year since we were marrried 15 years ago. He has LOTS of family and Dear Daughter will have cousins nearby. It's very beautiful, green, trees, actual lakes. So different from our desert...my emotions are kind of all over the board...from looking happily forward, to looking wistfully back. I'll be so glad when we are there and concentrating on settling down.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Peace be with you all and have a Happy Halloween.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-36353952032313758082008-09-23T10:23:00.000-05:002008-09-23T10:40:07.409-05:00Senior Parrot<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There is a small pet shop that my daughter and I visit and this Parrot lives there permanently...we always go by to talk to him and he talks back...mostly he says "Hello Birdo", but somtimes he'll tell a very short joke (it's garbled so can't tell what he's saying), but then he laughs as if delighted with his funny old self.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh, who were your owners, dear Birdo? Did a child name you? How many places and people have you known?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Click on the photo so you can read the note in his cage...and see why he is a SENIOR Parrot!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDq782pVz-RFtLyTOEf8npU1wDLvDOTAMOyqNjlyQmM7-BwcPCSBj3hZq4qhb3e_gpkbTTOFpP-y2XF-K3zfynuDwDDe_M9vjN5hhUGDDSgmrazhPrGy6RnsM__JX1REhdPtK2Z_aStIA/s1600-h/Senior+Birds+002.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249238132910909106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDq782pVz-RFtLyTOEf8npU1wDLvDOTAMOyqNjlyQmM7-BwcPCSBj3hZq4qhb3e_gpkbTTOFpP-y2XF-K3zfynuDwDDe_M9vjN5hhUGDDSgmrazhPrGy6RnsM__JX1REhdPtK2Z_aStIA/s400/Senior+Birds+002.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0uT_wiZkKzMvhM2eK-cPORworKsgIM9MjH-Pz4Yb3qUuggP9w5qiNxQsG4NODS2nBuRrF4gUEWEeNmwan8V9_aL2yAt9wF7IioHgz4_qMDurV6qUPVZNW03bzoEiN6vIFkyEVt3KkCk/s1600-h/Senior+Birds+003.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249238141348629698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0uT_wiZkKzMvhM2eK-cPORworKsgIM9MjH-Pz4Yb3qUuggP9w5qiNxQsG4NODS2nBuRrF4gUEWEeNmwan8V9_aL2yAt9wF7IioHgz4_qMDurV6qUPVZNW03bzoEiN6vIFkyEVt3KkCk/s400/Senior+Birds+003.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I think he's allowed to be as cranky as he wants, but I'll stay away from that beak!<br /></span><div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573016023696248290.post-92213593539039920292008-09-18T18:09:00.000-05:002008-09-18T19:42:07.470-05:00An Award... my Very First!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Qiouw10crHnpGsipLRKDS5I5VCo-Ovi0kGbLj5k0d7alkavjNbK4ZDVIXxpq0Q_-tsMp7lPe1phJgK_CdbyQbfCs_HjB22VLS0GUd8gLR1-SKUlaoyajsT7leGiNB-DZgu8gYdfmlq4/s1600-h/AutumnFriends.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247502837445574418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Qiouw10crHnpGsipLRKDS5I5VCo-Ovi0kGbLj5k0d7alkavjNbK4ZDVIXxpq0Q_-tsMp7lPe1phJgK_CdbyQbfCs_HjB22VLS0GUd8gLR1-SKUlaoyajsT7leGiNB-DZgu8gYdfmlq4/s400/AutumnFriends.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">My heart is so very touched by being part of </span></strong><a href="http://belleamebeautifulsoul.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Kelly-Maria's </span></strong></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">life and for her to be happy to be a part of mine! Please check out her blog because she is a word-weaver of great talent...as she gently brings you into her world. Thank you so much for sending me this award...I love Autumn and am very happy to be your friend.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On another note...(tra-la-la!), I haven't been posting recently because we are in the middle of a BIG BIG move....across the state, across the country...from Arizona to Mississippi!! It has brought together all the angst and joy that such a journey of adventure brings. I'll post more as things progress, like the whys and the wherefores, and such. It will be a good thing.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hope you are enjoying some cooler weather...and are beginning to think about what face to carve onto your pumpkin!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Elizabeth Ann</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong><br /><br /></span><div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14584744403425323128noreply@blogger.com5