tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22893337110533503232024-02-19T02:17:36.648-05:00Drivin' 55This is my happy little blog full of personal thoughts, opinions, family life and my feeble attempt to photograph life as it rushes by me.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.comBlogger682125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-43199307911843455952019-04-07T22:16:00.002-04:002019-04-07T22:16:53.352-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
It is April of 2019. The year that marks my 65th trip around the sun. </div>
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Somehow, I always knew that I would make this landmark. There was never a doubt in my mind.</div>
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The first 65 years have been trouble free. Moderate medical issues. One simple surgery in 2017. </div>
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This year will also mark 47 years of marriage to one man. Give me a standing O now, please! It’s incredible to recognize that I’ve know this man for almost 50 years. I don’t regret one single day. Not one. Sure, there have been times that were filled with questions and struggles. But there have been so many more days that we’re fun filled, raising our two perfect children, living the life of suburbia, two working parents doing their best.</div>
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Usually, I like to make a big deal about my birthdays. Especially after the surprise party when I was seven years old. See, my parents were getting divorced at the time of my 7th birthday, Enter my Uncle Frank and Aunt Evelyn to the rescue. Major distraction to get me out of the house for several hours only to return to a house filled with</div>
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It was magical. </div>
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They remembered. </div>
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I was special.</div>
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Now I am older and wiser, I prefer a dinner out with my family. Nothing fancy. Good food and I want to see my loved ones beaming faces.</div>
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Someone once told me if Easter fell on your birthday it meant you were going to heaven. </div>
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Easter will fall on my 65th Birthday this year. </div>
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I wonder who was that someone?</div>
<br />Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-85427124162893452132018-01-27T23:06:00.000-05:002018-07-11T14:41:55.734-04:00Meet Molly!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Little Molly was rehomed just about a year ago<br />
From a neighbor down the street.<br />
Single mother of 3 children could no longer take care of Molly.<br />
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An email champaign circulated our neighborhood,<br />
Once I saw her photo, I immediately said I want her.<br />
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Next day I walked over to the house to greet Molly.<br />
I sensed some shyness and apprehension on Molly’s part<br />
But my dedication in making her feel special was my only concern.<br />
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Today, she’s a very happy, secure and faithful little Havvie.<br />
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Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-25281828664772316952015-07-02T23:45:00.002-04:002015-07-03T10:27:54.068-04:00Does Anyone Read This Any more?I feel the need to share again. To put my thoughts on the table for those to read. Nothing earth shattering, I don't think, but none the less, I feel the need.<br />
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Turmoil? Unrest? No...perhaps wishing for a little more happy in my life. How do I find a little more happy? You can't rely on other people to make you happy. Happiness comes from within. Happiness comes from myself. I am responsible for my own happiness. There it is.<br />
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How shall I proceed to find that happiness? Getting involved in my creative side? Allowing that instinct to flow once again? <br />
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Since the company I worked for closed last year, I have felt as though there was a void in my life. The void stems from not having that financial security I once had.<br />
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Oh, I have a part time job in a field I never thought I'd enter. Food industry. It's fun actually, but I'm sure that is because I work with a awesome woman who is my friend. A person I thought would never give me the time of day. She's tall, beautiful, exercise nut in excellent shape. I thought to myself, she'd never become my friend. But she did! <br />
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Here's the funny part....she never thought someone like me would be friends with someone like her! Uncanny! She respects me. Draws on my life experiences. Loves our talks. I guess we compliment each other. <br />
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This is one example where you shouldn't judge a book by their cover. I find this to be true each and every day. Old people...young people....rich people...poor people...we are just the same. We all feel inadequate . We all feel small sometimes. It just takes a kind work. A smile. And you break down those insecurities. Yes, it is that simple.<br />
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These are my people in my present life but I am missing most the people from my past life. And missing a little bit OF the past life as well.the ladder I cannot get back. It is unreachable. Unatainable.<br />
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In order for the unattainable to reemerge, some things must be realigned. Finding a job that fulfills me at the intellect level, responsibility aspect and the monetary level. In order to get this in order, I have a plan which will begin tomorrow. <br />
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Tommorow I start rebuilding that part of my life. So watch me take off. Watch me.<br />
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A note for anyone who reads this.....a caution....all of this post written under the muse of a sleeping pill. <br />
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I just may write tomorrow.<br />
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<br />Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-11163077254043768612014-11-24T23:57:00.003-05:002014-11-24T23:57:46.845-05:00Calm Before The StormIs it because you feel small? Is it because you fell I inadequate? Do you not look at both sides of a story? Let's just go first to violence. Innocent business owners don't deserve this violence. They are small business owners. Hard working people. Whites. Blacks. Latino. Ruin their lives because clearly you do not know the facts. 12 people spent 70 hours listening to 60 witsnesses over a period of time.<br />
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Yeah, you know better.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-7184589813129083032013-02-10T21:47:00.002-05:002013-02-10T21:47:38.528-05:00Forge Ahead<div style="text-align: center;">
The last couple of days have been hard ones.</div>
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This may be contributed to the tons of rainy weather,</div>
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But I think that's just an excuse.</div>
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I'm waiting for the things I need, because I think it is time.</div>
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He has another plan.</div>
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I will plow ahead.</div>
Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-70708646259309770172013-01-25T22:09:00.001-05:002013-01-25T22:09:49.010-05:00It's Friday ...* When did my husband start falling asleep at 8:00?<br />
* TV sucks on Friday night, guess that's why everyone goes out<br />
* Come on people, Atlanta barely received a millimeter of ice, what's the problem with the news?<br />
* Yes, I made my appointment for my mammogram ...it's Tuesday, wish me luck!<br />
* I really dislike Sharktank.<br />
* Who knew Catfishing had nothing to do with fish?<br />
* I think I can read my cat's mind. He thinks I'm cool.<br />
* Whenever I'm on the upward side of being sick, I want fried rice.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-18907091236336608512012-12-24T20:37:00.001-05:002012-12-24T20:37:01.468-05:00Merry Christmas to AllMerry Christmas to Family and Friends.... <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk4LT2pVFEv0VhOZ2x8ilSqYTAU1viGurwSCmIgSe1bYf9KFFY-Jj8n8cp6juQytUko2drOTgjvItOfdSCxRB4YkCt4sWRnJL54WLG2phCiNqKlEkYRhEPvWbcYa8Qz6GAcZaE3vCVo1nl/s640/blogger-image-1378640124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk4LT2pVFEv0VhOZ2x8ilSqYTAU1viGurwSCmIgSe1bYf9KFFY-Jj8n8cp6juQytUko2drOTgjvItOfdSCxRB4YkCt4sWRnJL54WLG2phCiNqKlEkYRhEPvWbcYa8Qz6GAcZaE3vCVo1nl/s640/blogger-image-1378640124.jpg" /></a></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com1Sandy Springs Sandy Springs34.005957 -84.338309tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-47945317338842288302012-07-12T23:24:00.001-04:002012-07-12T23:24:30.101-04:00Three days off...... What shall I do? Get in the car and drive to the gulf? Become one with the ocean? Return to the womb for 3 days...spend the next 3 days reading? Sleeping? Crafting? What, shall I do?Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-38522800868332852292012-06-30T11:36:00.001-04:002012-06-30T11:36:50.485-04:00Happy birthday, HoneyThe 4th of July isn't just our Nation's birthday, it is my husband's birthday , too. <br />
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Happy Birthday, you little firecracker!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkiJatdn_-J7R2BG0wzfRYf2wUY2A3h6YmbTKPYm1MyLuN3HaQpBsurRTNNXuBeq9aVjQGNNkGDPSDADctGippXQJ82tqPSkgjU1YYIDF_RtIfAoyKYE2Sn8uUM2XTWHYZ0RaG7Q7M9JR/s640/blogger-image-148292539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkiJatdn_-J7R2BG0wzfRYf2wUY2A3h6YmbTKPYm1MyLuN3HaQpBsurRTNNXuBeq9aVjQGNNkGDPSDADctGippXQJ82tqPSkgjU1YYIDF_RtIfAoyKYE2Sn8uUM2XTWHYZ0RaG7Q7M9JR/s640/blogger-image-148292539.jpg" /></a></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com4Sandy Springs Sandy Springs34.006097 -84.338121tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-17793886839134982862012-03-09T13:00:00.001-05:002012-03-09T13:00:54.183-05:00Things That Make Me Mad....The Toilet Paper EditionDon't ya just hate it when someone in your household, who will remain nameless, purchases the wrong kind of toilet paper? I'm sorry, but I have a particular kind that I like and not for the obvious softness or flaking issues, but for no other reason other than longevity. I just absolutely hate it when you must replace the roll several times a week. It's really all about time savings, after all!<br />
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Have you ever been to someone's house, you know, the great big 4,000 square foot homes and excuse yourself to use their powder room only to find single sheets? <br />
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And what is this all about? The last two times I visited my mom and used her bathroom, I found a new roll of tissue sitting on top of the spent roll! This is the same woman who hounded me "...a place for everything and everything in its place...". Both times, I just replaced the roll, threw out the old cardboard and never said a thing. <br />
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It is mind boggling.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-61081143210336378012012-03-08T09:14:00.001-05:002012-03-08T10:24:26.116-05:00My Teresa Collins card creationSometimes, paper is just paper. And when you work in a crafting store, you see a lot of paper. But when the new Teresa Collins line "Every day Moments" and "Fabrications" arrives and you go absolutely crazy for every sheet of paper and all embellishments!<br />
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Here is a card I made for my mother's 79th birthday. Mom hangs my cards up on her wall just like when I was 5 ...wait a minute...I wonder if she really likes it!<br />
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As for the game, I really don't like either teams, if I had to pick one....giants <br />
Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com3Sandy Springs Sandy Springs34.005915 -84.338674tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-61604687083748072302012-01-01T23:10:00.003-05:002012-01-01T23:12:56.586-05:00Happy daysPeaceful AND serene<br />
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Where have those years gone to?<br />
I thank God that little Jack is in my life. He is such a dear. Children bring such joy.Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-83181711165994184222011-12-31T11:55:00.000-05:002011-12-31T11:55:33.448-05:00Happy New Year 2012<div style="text-align: center;">Whew! That was odd! I know I haven't blogged in forever, but finally I was able to log into my Drivin' 55 blog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just wanted to wish everyone a Very Happy New Year. Be safe tonight. We plan on being home at 10 tonight. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>PEACE</i></span></div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-41074017831003396562011-10-04T22:27:00.000-04:002011-10-04T22:27:44.331-04:00I Am In Love.....<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.flickr.com/photos/nadiabob/2641522422/%22%20title=%22Eve%20by%20Bob%20&%20Nadia,%20on%20Flickr%22%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/2641522422_0a528b7f69.jpg%22%20width=%22333%22%20height=%22500%22%20alt=%22Eve%22%3E%3C/a%3E"></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nadiabob/2641522422/" title="Eve by Bob & Nadia, on Flickr"><img alt="Eve" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/2641522422_0a528b7f69.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Seeing this little angel makes me realize that I so miss my little Heidi. She gave us thirteen wonderful years as a faithful, loving, sometimes obedient beagle! I always considered her to be "my" dog and in looking back over my life, I know she cannot be replaced, but seeing this little beauty makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's another little sweetheart due to share my home and heart again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">By the way, I found this photo on <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a>. If you haven't stumbled upon it, let me just warn you that once you visit this site, you will have spent several hours just wandering around. </div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-9298921407677777032011-10-04T06:24:00.000-04:002011-10-04T06:24:40.968-04:00Don't Need Caffeine Today!<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, ones morning presents itself with a jolt of adrenaline that causes the old</div><div style="text-align: center;">heart to nearly explode. Like this morning by chance!</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's usually our habit to check banking statements, especially after paydays to insure </div><div style="text-align: center;">monies have been deposited as they should.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, this morning, our bank displayed a balance that did not compute.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It did not compute!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why shouldn't banks be available at 6:10 in the morning? </div><div style="text-align: center;">If any updating should occur, I vote for 2:27 a.m., </div><div style="text-align: center;">not 6:10 a.m.! </div><div style="text-align: center;">A person could have a heart attack....</div><div style="text-align: center;">after 2 phone calls, we thus discovered all deposits were applied. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Geezzzz...didn't need caffeine this morning.</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-77426826469317995102011-10-01T09:38:00.000-04:002011-10-01T09:38:00.143-04:00Be On The Look Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkXg3obqfPUAmsZUJ7Ij1hwRsrpyrlIhmdYqP4fYNgSav0opT1icu96I7McHgXvsC6BRMHLvTfPCJjR0Svbi_mi1frBdRACZE2ilxoH_kBX5JhC8CuboCuimsRx2sYnskYEjOv7YVhRpx/s1600/P1000085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkXg3obqfPUAmsZUJ7Ij1hwRsrpyrlIhmdYqP4fYNgSav0opT1icu96I7McHgXvsC6BRMHLvTfPCJjR0Svbi_mi1frBdRACZE2ilxoH_kBX5JhC8CuboCuimsRx2sYnskYEjOv7YVhRpx/s400/P1000085.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am on the look out for this fabric for Jack's room. He is so into pirates ( and a myriad of other things) but I thought this would contribute to a very nice theme for his room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look how a headboard was created. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A sail.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm gonna do this!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOWd0WQNDCg6tyNDokArHxHPo20EeAnK0KPu0cOXgJoqv20CGnDxHVGSbdYp6hfQlfgY-jnXOaf-oOc-WC0EfFDqgpT3w502HLlmMmmdTVOaHsNJzcPEt43T1PyBssv376_Oj0itaYEcr/s1600/P1000086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOWd0WQNDCg6tyNDokArHxHPo20EeAnK0KPu0cOXgJoqv20CGnDxHVGSbdYp6hfQlfgY-jnXOaf-oOc-WC0EfFDqgpT3w502HLlmMmmdTVOaHsNJzcPEt43T1PyBssv376_Oj0itaYEcr/s400/P1000086.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So here's a closer look at the pattern. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Please hollar if you see it!</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-85505916499777283612011-09-30T09:31:00.000-04:002011-09-30T09:31:29.287-04:00Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder<div style="text-align: center;">Where have I been? WHERE have I been? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, nothing much has changed. I wasn't lying on a beach in Tahiti. Nor was I fishing for the Great White.</div><div style="text-align: center;">More along a boring matter, I am still working at what I consider my dream job. Honestly, I am completely 180 degrees from where I was one year ago where I hated getting up in the morning and dreading spending hours upon hours on the phone. Today, I could work 7 days straight if needed and not blink an eye. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday was spend with Jack, my sweetheart. Here are a few photos of our day out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77VidrayEjWPRuoJl2nwYlhX_6pQdDYUZMsS7I_FGsTCtIKmtZ2VY2JMGiW6f-t-ra_rg-xGtN7NBcQmxUyN0kJsbYzIGyqeE10bwmuyLYgTqDHnCoFoPHfc9HgkSaSpPxyO_E5RrHfeq/s1600/P1000185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77VidrayEjWPRuoJl2nwYlhX_6pQdDYUZMsS7I_FGsTCtIKmtZ2VY2JMGiW6f-t-ra_rg-xGtN7NBcQmxUyN0kJsbYzIGyqeE10bwmuyLYgTqDHnCoFoPHfc9HgkSaSpPxyO_E5RrHfeq/s400/P1000185.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> A stop at the local O'Donalds for a (which I was completely surprised) a healthy kid's meal. The teeniest, tiny serving of french fries, apples, chicken nuggets and skim milk. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmEVt5M3rKWe76Givf89c8Wvx87VvGzgW4StNhIbr8Pus6eckzQUQQIMCC42zf3fRT20Hkl9Lw2LPXqwXxXVSf9MtZ90oynXruuy1dfzxnS7UbDwp3q7Y47h4Ckib_OxpNER5NynV3wcg/s1600/P1000186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmEVt5M3rKWe76Givf89c8Wvx87VvGzgW4StNhIbr8Pus6eckzQUQQIMCC42zf3fRT20Hkl9Lw2LPXqwXxXVSf9MtZ90oynXruuy1dfzxnS7UbDwp3q7Y47h4Ckib_OxpNER5NynV3wcg/s400/P1000186.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Just because we can raise our hands over our head, silly!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAGKPjL37kmlcvx5_IaiJsSGgKHjQXA9fEJIvfwbem1MsqQnkwbl6sMNQCXoQV2KvhritCIvHDTfzKPTJpFq2q0NWPUwMN92MqGjX8DEknbOlipTMq6whyQhjfoZTb2Uq4uihBa9cpKo7/s1600/P1000188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAGKPjL37kmlcvx5_IaiJsSGgKHjQXA9fEJIvfwbem1MsqQnkwbl6sMNQCXoQV2KvhritCIvHDTfzKPTJpFq2q0NWPUwMN92MqGjX8DEknbOlipTMq6whyQhjfoZTb2Uq4uihBa9cpKo7/s400/P1000188.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> A little snippet of the river</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrqgvtcXXFb6gceLqgbncc_BDDsQ2Yj2bm9xpPMnLXLoAaBBAYtv-f925snBQQETuIsbkKqFkguW1XL72OKluKl6ghU7ceTtKE-ySu6GB25d37fxhfZzG_Y1reODr0xrpWPD9y1A7X2B1/s1600/P1000189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrqgvtcXXFb6gceLqgbncc_BDDsQ2Yj2bm9xpPMnLXLoAaBBAYtv-f925snBQQETuIsbkKqFkguW1XL72OKluKl6ghU7ceTtKE-ySu6GB25d37fxhfZzG_Y1reODr0xrpWPD9y1A7X2B1/s400/P1000189.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> more play time on the slide</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnI53DCa6QjofM-enu563vvl9lPgnKPNiWrtLhur7Usnzt6yWVY7Hr4O8Amhpf6gb9oDwclMKAkv1h-vsN_4SXDdO8I2E-F-wNURIZAWcgK54UtNYvwgPxqrZKEjcCSK90-ne-bfSY1Jkn/s1600/P1000191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnI53DCa6QjofM-enu563vvl9lPgnKPNiWrtLhur7Usnzt6yWVY7Hr4O8Amhpf6gb9oDwclMKAkv1h-vsN_4SXDdO8I2E-F-wNURIZAWcgK54UtNYvwgPxqrZKEjcCSK90-ne-bfSY1Jkn/s400/P1000191.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> and a little precious face</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8O9NdbvshQ9uc5r3i6SXIzw_BVJrrVp_iB17lvh-XiVC9EC10jwG9hEXCPvEQYT5YlvoM3HFEZGDYK7uskU20fvpEF9KQe9lCuEfyMZVxynJHm_M3M0cgPtzasiBQWjKbeso3_ThPsFo/s1600/P1000193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8O9NdbvshQ9uc5r3i6SXIzw_BVJrrVp_iB17lvh-XiVC9EC10jwG9hEXCPvEQYT5YlvoM3HFEZGDYK7uskU20fvpEF9KQe9lCuEfyMZVxynJHm_M3M0cgPtzasiBQWjKbeso3_ThPsFo/s400/P1000193.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Being the creative person that I am, I concocted a story about these 7 ducks. After a long morning swimming down the river, they took refuge at the Duck Restaurant for a little snack.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Really? Jack said. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So what have you been up too?</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-5003573313796398792011-07-30T09:02:00.000-04:002011-07-30T09:02:00.762-04:00Taking on a Project!<div style="text-align: center;">About a week ago, I was talking to a co-worker when she told me she was completing an <a href="http://aliedwards.com/">Ali Edward's</a> project that really sparked my interests. Now, granted, my friend was just completing a project that she started 2 years ago, but nonetheless, the project struck my interests.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's called Week in a Life 2011.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With your handy camera attached to your side, you record every aspect of your daily life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Interesting, yes?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know, I know, it is a bit like blogging, but perhaps with a more personal, journaling touch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I realized that in order to do this, I would need a new pocket camera. Why? you ask! Well, I learned a valid life lesson and decided that it is not always the best idea to share everything with one beloved grandson. Granted, he did take some great photos from his vantage point, but the zoom button no longer works and I believe the SD card has been permanently damaged. No worries! It was only a 5 MP and purchased at the turn of the century. Gawd, that sounds ancient!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, last week, I took advantage of a HSN special and purchased a Panasonic Lumix 14MP 4X Zoom Digital Camera with a 4GB SD.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With that said, I am on my way to recording a week in my life ala Deb style! (since I ain't no Ali Edwards!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wish me luck!</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-12864132825542463232011-07-29T14:48:00.000-04:002011-07-29T14:48:29.162-04:00Necessities in Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAX3YqfykD_Hpubq-6QvzFTebDy68StKzj72KvOTOFO0mxT_BdmBJmSCAKjWJc7r0IsasNpvJwCv4GDa0TYeKXef-r7426wnTPlzufIBX-9MTfqtwbDuCrBgFJxPTIaO6K0276q4iElrv/s1600/P1000026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAX3YqfykD_Hpubq-6QvzFTebDy68StKzj72KvOTOFO0mxT_BdmBJmSCAKjWJc7r0IsasNpvJwCv4GDa0TYeKXef-r7426wnTPlzufIBX-9MTfqtwbDuCrBgFJxPTIaO6K0276q4iElrv/s320/P1000026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">When one is a mere 3 years old, mornings can be particularly tough if the morning isn't met with Monkey-Teddy, strawberry milk, cereal and unlimited hugs and kisses from his Mimi..</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289333711053350323.post-10997503636502687682011-07-18T10:30:00.000-04:002011-07-18T10:30:01.119-04:00This Face!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHMJxd-f4GLhVyrk3piH-77mkuCO4PA1AjicXssY9hXNVsaZ8JdQpRFmMhSwdQI5sS6inlKYn7Dz-1Sjq3nbFVYgM4sMrA0qbRFfEgr58hYJ1mQhw_e92cge66ORpqr7UkHt7Eg0hffIq/s1600/DSCF2197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHMJxd-f4GLhVyrk3piH-77mkuCO4PA1AjicXssY9hXNVsaZ8JdQpRFmMhSwdQI5sS6inlKYn7Dz-1Sjq3nbFVYgM4sMrA0qbRFfEgr58hYJ1mQhw_e92cge66ORpqr7UkHt7Eg0hffIq/s400/DSCF2197.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...these faces, cousin Stephanie and Mommy...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0pkMJ4QYcXPTvZI80d7o5flowCWw1YgrnWzCOWJv2RY5LHnqWTrvB0VAIDuJFmfYrKtb3ItVIvszve5UXpyAj7qHxa_9rWzDPPvyAuc4doBhaCX89HWImmu9W60q1ZTOCN7FOphMPj70/s1600/DSCF2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0pkMJ4QYcXPTvZI80d7o5flowCWw1YgrnWzCOWJv2RY5LHnqWTrvB0VAIDuJFmfYrKtb3ItVIvszve5UXpyAj7qHxa_9rWzDPPvyAuc4doBhaCX89HWImmu9W60q1ZTOCN7FOphMPj70/s320/DSCF2191.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...little munchkins...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7Xcl4Q5kAQw2ejsEB6BGbkQm_4b9usGYSAXoqEKwQIvRASLYzQBPfD058YeKsFSJ3B5qS7EBmqnDlnOncI1N5qxSmrbuWut3VsM9ukK45uBm2XjwXgSFCumHGNge0xIYNdMP6apoXK_5/s1600/DSCF2194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7Xcl4Q5kAQw2ejsEB6BGbkQm_4b9usGYSAXoqEKwQIvRASLYzQBPfD058YeKsFSJ3B5qS7EBmqnDlnOncI1N5qxSmrbuWut3VsM9ukK45uBm2XjwXgSFCumHGNge0xIYNdMP6apoXK_5/s320/DSCF2194.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...being silly with his cousin Danny...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBVBtQMhePhxi4Y5V4CGkSPCVCcnvK7myZZdTlb0ftbpZ4L3vOMKdiIURG6UKUUeL5yfVjVIY6gmrLNgMOkqSrxtHf-hEbdoz7G7i2dGHYsTQTQMRiubY9gC15QyNZHWNsa-M8yzbWaii/s1600/DSCF2195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBVBtQMhePhxi4Y5V4CGkSPCVCcnvK7myZZdTlb0ftbpZ4L3vOMKdiIURG6UKUUeL5yfVjVIY6gmrLNgMOkqSrxtHf-hEbdoz7G7i2dGHYsTQTQMRiubY9gC15QyNZHWNsa-M8yzbWaii/s320/DSCF2195.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...what happened to just smile?</div>Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04787912254932077059noreply@blogger.com4