<?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-4299827635592602335</id><updated>2011-09-25T23:24:45.257-04:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='addicted'/><category term='scrapbook tools'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='AC/DC'/><category term='random dozen'/><category term='http://thisisreverb.com'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='sleds'/><category term='grilling season'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='about me'/><category term='sauce recipe'/><category term='music'/><category term='the dress'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='kitchen gadgets'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='30 days of truth'/><category term='changes'/><category term='lost love'/><title type='text'>FlourGirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-9173680319608469833</id><published>2011-01-24T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:09:27.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When life is busy</title><content type='html'>It is a fact that I am a busy person.  I like to be busy.  Having nothing to do drives me crazy.  I've had as many as 5 jobs at one time, two of which were full time.  Right now, I am working one full time job, going to school half time and working at the tax office approximately 20 to 30 hours a week. On top of laundry, cooking, cleaning and my husband and 2 dogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily schedule looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Get up at 5:30 am.  Be to job # 1 by 7 am.  &lt;br /&gt;Either go to second job or school by 4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Work till sometime after 9 pm.  Get home by 10 pm.  &lt;br /&gt;Homework and supper.&lt;br /&gt;Bed around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Do it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fit homework and studying in when I do laundry and for meals, I rely on my crock pot a lot, and my sainted mother in law, who feeds my husband and sends home care packages for her tired daughter in law. Grocery shopping oftern takes place in the middle of the night or early Sunday morning. Somehow, I am able to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drives me insane when I hear other people say "I just don't have the time".  I just want to say Really?  Come hang with me for a day and I'll show you what not having time is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a day off I want to make the most of it.  I have to fit is as much as I can in a few short hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband can swear in a court of law that I get extremely cranky when I'm tired and stressed out so I try to make sure that I take a little time to unwind.  Sometimes that may be a bubble bath with some candles at 11 pm, or a quiet cup of coffee at 6 in the morning on my day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what do you do to unwind when you are busy and stressed out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-9173680319608469833?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/9173680319608469833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=9173680319608469833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/9173680319608469833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/9173680319608469833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-life-is-busy.html' title='When life is busy'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8339308622900023838</id><published>2010-12-27T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T13:04:41.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>No, not the Ashley Simpson song, but rather bits of truth about myself.  As if you didn't get enough of that in 30 days of Truth. This post will be quite random and it may make you question your sanity as well as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sour things, especially lemons and pickles.  The more sour, the better.  And I can't get enough of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like things with cherries in them, especially cherry pie becaue the consistency of the cherries reminds me too much of blood clots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a good speller.  Not so much anymore.  Internet and text messaging has changed that.  So much for spell check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss my husband Mark terribly and I wish he was here.  I understand that things are the way they are for a reason and that I can't change any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband Shawn deeply and am glad he is part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my former interns are closer to me than my own family members.  I still secretly cheer for them and hope they do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could help every single person I come across.  It breaks my heart when I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at sports.  All sports.  Even spectator sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a point in my life where I should know what I'm doing or where I'm going but the truth is I've never been more lost or out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like people who are just on the verge of being really famous.  I miss them when they get "too big" to still talk to thier fans they've met along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Christmas. Not the reason for the season, but the over commercialized, materialistic merchant madness mass marketed thing it has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spelled at least 23 words incorrectly in this post and had to go back and fix them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8339308622900023838?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8339308622900023838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8339308622900023838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8339308622900023838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8339308622900023838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/12/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of Me'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-5786804247609160733</id><published>2010-09-02T14:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:46:01.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of Truth, the last bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve attempted suicide many times. Thank the Lord I wasn’t successful but even the failure leaves you feeling hopeless and depressed.  The first time I was 12 and I took a bottle of aspirin. I tried to slit both wrists when I was 17. I took several handfuls of pills when I was 19.  When I was 27 or 28 I took a bottle of Zanax with half a bottle of bourbon. I considered it but didn’t act on it when my husband died. The last time I tried again to slit my wrist.  Every time I see the scar I reminds me that I have so much to live for. The reasons why are many and varied.  Mental illness, depression, addiction, inability to cope, feeling unloved, unwanted and neglected, being abused, wanting your mind to stop turning, not wanting to hear the voices in your head anymore. But behind every single time was just not wanting to go throough the pain I was feeling anymore.  I just couldn’t face it and there seemed to be no way out.  Some people say that failed suicide attempts are just a cry for attention.  Maybe so but I can promise you that mine never were. I mean, what do you really say to someone who has decided that their best alternative for life is to end it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful family, a fantastic husband and a great life.  Our bills are paid, we have money in the bank, we have a plan for the future and my retirement is 12 years away. I’d say we’ve got it pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d cry tears of joy.  I want to be pregnant and have a child so badly that I can’t stand it.  But, m husband had a vasectomy and I’m pushing hard on 39 so it won’t happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to change my weight. I am unhealthy and I hate the way I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This is hard for me.  I’m the girl who doesn’t look in the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;Dear Self,&lt;br /&gt;You are a strong capable woman. You have a generous heart. You are good at what you do and you worked hard to get there.  You are smart and funny.  You are a great cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-5786804247609160733?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/5786804247609160733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=5786804247609160733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5786804247609160733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5786804247609160733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-days-of-truth-last-bits.html' title='30 days of Truth, the last bits'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-528852802174117663</id><published>2010-08-26T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:29:04.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth, day 16 thru 20</title><content type='html'>Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.&lt;br /&gt;Having to deal with my husband’s 2 ex’s.  I absolutely can not stand having to put up with their crap.  There is no good reason for it at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;I think it shouldn’t matter what I think, or what anyone else thinks.  I don’t think that there should be a law or a rule that discriminates against any one particular group of people for any reason. I believe that opens the door to other means of discrimination.  A law would not prevent me from being with the person I love.  The few gay couples I know have got it right, though.  They seem to value their relationships more than straight people do.  They seem to know the cost of it better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?&lt;br /&gt;I hate both.  There is no room in my world for a single view on anything, and I do not agree that there is only one right way to consider an issue. For all of the “hot button” issues like abortion, gay marriage, prayer in schools, etc. I say just let it be.  Its no one elses business.  You do what you want, I’ll do what I want and everyone is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm…this is a trick question for me.  I am positive that my answers will shock, and even offend many of my friends who may read this.&lt;br /&gt;I am the wife of an alcoholic.  Out of respect for my husband, I don’t drink either.  Seldom do I ever drink around him, and when I do I ask him if he minds.  We try to avoid places where alcohol is being served. Alcohol has cost us thousands of dollars and burned bridges that can’t ever be repaired. It is a daily struggle and I can see the burden that it places on each of us to be in a sober household.  Sometimes I wonder if it is more difficult to stay sober, or to drink.  I see the balance beam he walks on, the watchful eyes he endures.  It is a great amount of pressure to live up to everyone else’s expectations, especially when you would give your last drop of blood to have a beer.&lt;br /&gt;My mother was a narcotic addict.  It changed our family.  I often wonder what my life might have been like if that had never happened.&lt;br /&gt;I used to take massive quantities of pills, and after my 2nd husband died I drank, a lot, like it was my job.  I like to drink.  I like the way it makes me feel.  I sleep good when I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine.  There have been days when I have cried tears because I wanted to drink.&lt;br /&gt;So, I can totally understand how a person would turn to drugs and alcohol to cope with things.  It may be the only way, or the best way they have found to get through what ever it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-528852802174117663?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/528852802174117663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=528852802174117663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/528852802174117663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/528852802174117663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-16-thru-20.html' title='30 Days of Truth, day 16 thru 20'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7695184275136999437</id><published>2010-08-26T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:27:14.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth, part 4</title><content type='html'>Day 21 →Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do? Take my sorry ass to the hospital and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a good answer for this one.  I know that if I had done one thing differently that I wouldn’t be where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had gotten my bachelors degree.  But, just like the question above, if I had done anything differently I wouldn’t have the life I’ve got now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)&lt;br /&gt;Patience by Guns and Roses &lt;br /&gt;This song takes me back to a specific time and place and reminds me that things just take time and if you let them, they will work themselves out&lt;br /&gt;Want To by Sugarland&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics “never waste another day wondering what you threw away” made me rethink some things in my life and changed everything for the better.&lt;br /&gt;November by the Avetts Brothers&lt;br /&gt;The month of November 2009 was a very difficult one for me. &lt;br /&gt;I’m Alive by Kenny Chesney and Dave Matthews&lt;br /&gt;Because I might not be if it weren’t for you&lt;br /&gt;500 miles by The Proclaimers&lt;br /&gt;Its fun and upbeat and the words are true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.&lt;br /&gt;Because my job isn’t done, I guess.  I ask myself this a lot.  My daily prayers is “Lord, let me be a blessing to someone”  I keep thinking that is why I’m still here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7695184275136999437?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7695184275136999437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7695184275136999437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7695184275136999437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7695184275136999437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-part-4.html' title='30 Days of Truth, part 4'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8516698118555869912</id><published>2010-08-23T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:46:28.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of Truth, part 3</title><content type='html'>Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.&lt;br /&gt;My cooking.  I love to cook.  Its how I show people that I care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.&lt;br /&gt;My accomplishments.  I have worked hard professionally and personally to achieve goals. I put myself through college and paid every single dime of my student loans myself. I have a wall full of awards and plaques.  I have bought and paid for 2 brand new vehicles, several used vehicles, and a home by myself, with no one else’s help. I am working on my second college degree right now. As a woman working in a predominately male field, I think the things I have done go completely unnoticed and appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. &lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera is my go to girl, especially her “Stripped” album. The song “Fighter” really speaks to my soul.  I used to listen to it on my way to work every morning just to psych myself up for the day.  When I look back at terrible things that have happened to me, or people who have wronged me I can say “makes me work a little bit harder, it makes me that much stronger, makes me that much wiser”  When I started dating my husband I liked to listen to “Aint No Other Man” and “Candy Man” from the Back to Basics album.  I made sure those two songs were played at our wedding reception. When I need a little pick me up, that’s what I pop in the CD player in the car- LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. &lt;br /&gt;I’ve never had a hero, ever, so I can’t really answer this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee.  I had to give it up for a while and it was miserable.  I’d rather be sick than go without coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8516698118555869912?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8516698118555869912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8516698118555869912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8516698118555869912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8516698118555869912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-part-3.html' title='30 days of Truth, part 3'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7406765048193790398</id><published>2010-08-19T13:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:40:20.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of truth'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never have to bury another husband.  It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life.  I would eat glass to never have to do it again.  Making "those calls" is a horrible, gut wrenching thing to be forced to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean for this so sound cliché, but my honest to goodness answer is the man I am married to.  He re-entered my life at a very dark and difficult time and I can truthfully say that he saved my life and made me a better person.  I will never be able to find a way to thank him for that as long as I live.  We have been together for 2 years and have known each other since we were just kids but he still gives me the butterflies, I still like to watch him, and I hate being separated from him for any length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was someone who literally terrorized me to the point of having a nervous breakdown.  I was on valium and zanax, and in mass quantities for nearly a year.  I couldn’t sleep, my hair fell out and I was a nervous wreck.  Because I still have ties to this person I will not name names or give any more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Chris.  We lived together for a while.  After I moved into my own house we sort of just had separate lives.  I miss her but I don’t often get the chance to just hang out with her the way we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of toxic people, the clingers and hangers on.  The people who literally drain the energy from you just by being around you.  I wish I didn’t know them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7406765048193790398?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7406765048193790398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7406765048193790398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7406765048193790398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7406765048193790398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-part-2.html' title='30 Days of Truth, part 2'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-4885276846378578078</id><published>2010-08-17T13:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:32:08.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of truth'/><title type='text'>An Impatient 30 days of truth...</title><content type='html'>I saw this on another blog and thought it was interesting.    The idea is to answer honest questions about yourself over thirty days.But, being the impatient person that I am I'm going to do it 5 days at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my weight.  It is an honest to goodness struggle. I refuse to even look in the mirror most days because of it.  I hate it so much that I would spend $10,000 on liposuction if I had it.  I wouldn't even care that its major surgery or the amount of pain it would cause.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my eyes.  I have always thought they were the prettiest color of blue.  I love how they change depending on my mood or if I'm tired of if Iv'e had some wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being hateful to my husband right before he died.  I was pissed that he wouldn't answer his cell phone and I left a nasty message.  I found out later he was on the floor dead when I left the message.  When I had to go through his account later I felt awful when I heard what I sounded like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to forgive a lot of people for a lot of things.  I carry a grudge  like no body's business. I'm sure that I would be a much happier person if I could find a way to just let go of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this is a hard question for me to answer because I want to do so many things.  My bucket list is WAY long.  For now, I guess I have to say Id love to go to Italy.  Ask me again tomorrow my answer will probably be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-4885276846378578078?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/4885276846378578078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=4885276846378578078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4885276846378578078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4885276846378578078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/08/impatient-30-days-of-truth.html' title='An Impatient 30 days of truth...'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-4879269853532652226</id><published>2010-05-24T09:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:06:38.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Butter My Biscuit!</title><content type='html'>I think in a former life I must have been a southern woman. I say y'all, I like moon pies, I LOVE LOVE LOVE grits, and it is a major life goal to make down right delicious, take back stuff you never stole, mile high biscuits.  I've used many recipes, but most of the time I just use the hope and pray method of measuring by throwing stuff into a bowl, ading some Crisco and praying that it turns into soemthing edible.  This recipe is my next adventure in biscuit making. It's from Mark Bittman's book. He has great recipes and cooking methods. Its a good bet that they will be topped with lots of butter and either strawberry jam or black raspberry preserves.  I'll let ya know how it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittman's Yogurt or Buttermilk Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;Makes about 10 biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose or cake flour, plus more as needed (I have regular old AP flour, so thats what I'm gonna use)&lt;br /&gt;1 scant teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2-5 tablespoons cold butter (mo butter, mo betta!)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons yogurt or buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the oven to 450 (yes, that HOT!) degrees.  Mix the dry ingredients together in a food processor.  Cut the butter into bits and pulse it in the food processor until thoroughly blended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a large spoon, stir in the yogurt until mixture just forms a ball.  Turn dough out onto a lightly floured surface and knead it &lt;strong&gt;10 times;  no more&lt;/strong&gt;.  If it is sticky, add a little flour, but very little; it should still stick slightly to your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press the dough into a 3/4 inch thick rectangle and cut into 2-inch rounds. (I'm gonna cut mine into squares- I'm a rebel like that!) Put on ungreased baking sheet.  Gently reshape the leftover dough and cut again.(no need to do this if you cut squares)  Bake for 7 - 9 minutes or until the biscuits are a beautiful golden brown.  Serve within 15 minutes for them to be at their best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-4879269853532652226?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/4879269853532652226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=4879269853532652226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4879269853532652226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4879269853532652226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-butter-my-biscuit.html' title='Well Butter My Biscuit!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8461746510833942334</id><published>2010-05-21T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:30:40.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>I wish I may, I wish I might...</title><content type='html'>I copied this from www.sweetandsavoryfood.com. I know, I'm so unoriginal.  Sorry.  I'm tired, its raining and I got up late. but, she has a great blog and some fabulous recipes.  Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this Wish List idea on another blog the other day and it made me laugh out loud reading some of the responses. It's simple, list 5 things you need/want and explain why. They can be simple, extravagant, or much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I wish for a new camera.  I want to go from point and shoot to SLR with all th fancy lenses.  I don't really have a reason, other than I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish for photography lessons to learn how to use the camera and fancy lenses in with #1.  I don't understand the whole F stop, aperature business, so I think lessons would greatly improve my ability to take fantastic pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish for a real honest to goodness vacation with my husband.  It's been an exceptionally trying first year of marriage for us, for many many reasons and we just need to get away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I wish I could lose weight faster.  Why?  Because I'm a fat ass and I'm tired of wearing fat clothes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally, I wish it was the end of the day so I could go home and have a great weekend filled with doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your wish list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8461746510833942334?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8461746510833942334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8461746510833942334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8461746510833942334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8461746510833942334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wish-i-may-i-wish-i-might.html' title='I wish I may, I wish I might...'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-5773279766614445776</id><published>2010-05-19T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:52:15.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random dozen'/><title type='text'>The long lost blogger is back</title><content type='html'>...and I'm doing a Random Dozen, from 2nd cup of Coffee's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is one really fast, know-by-heart "go-to" meal to fix in a pinch?&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti is my real "in a hurry" meal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is one item you won't leave home without. (Purse and license do not count.)&lt;br /&gt;BlackBerry, aka CrackBerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where is one place you never tire of visiting?&lt;br /&gt;My in laws house.  I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Share one factoid of your family's history.&lt;br /&gt;My mother was born in the upstairs of the bar where I had my wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Complete this sentence: "Once upon a time I ...."&lt;br /&gt;Thought I had it all figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could win a one year's supply of anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Something useful, like coffee or laundry detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "One quirky thing you may not know about me is ...."&lt;br /&gt;I like to drink Coke and Orange Jucie mixed together. It looks like liver bile in a glass but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You have one dollar in your pocket. What will you buy?&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "One thing that always makes me laugh is ...."&lt;br /&gt;My step son mason's giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is one thing you could do today to help yourself reach a personal goal?&lt;br /&gt;Get off my fat ass and exercise.  This 50 lbs isn't going to take its self off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is one thing you could do today to bless someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is one thing you're looking forward to soon?&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the weekend. 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DaughtryOfficial.com&lt;/a&gt;: "Ten miles from town and I just broke down&lt;br /&gt;Spittin' out smoke on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here alone just tryin' to get home&lt;br /&gt;To tell you I was wrong but you already know&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I won't stop at nothin'&lt;br /&gt;To see you so I've started runnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I'm after is a life full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm laughing with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after&lt;br /&gt;After the life we've been through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know there's no life after you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" width="486" height="412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10172910001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=59121" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1349917270366776721?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1349917270366776721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1349917270366776721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1349917270366776721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1349917270366776721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/12/p-dub.html' title='P-Dub'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-99388262686081722</id><published>2009-11-02T14:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:32:29.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my 1 yr. blogaversary</title><content type='html'>1 year ago tomorrow I started my blog.  Wow.  It doesn't seem like it's been that long ago.  A lot has changed since then.&lt;br /&gt;Guess you'll have to check back tomorrow to see what I have to say on my blogaversary.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-99388262686081722?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/99388262686081722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=99388262686081722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/99388262686081722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/99388262686081722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomorrow-is-my-1-yr-blogaversary.html' title='Tomorrow is my 1 yr. blogaversary'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8419563766415020426</id><published>2009-10-28T08:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:41:28.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Baseball makes me cry</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year.  The leaves are changing color, the air is crisp, apples are being harvested and the WORLD SERIES is about to start.  Have I told you that baseball makes me cry?  It does, and I don't know why.  Even baseball movies make me cry. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There is no crying in baseball!"-&lt;/strong&gt; name that movie.&lt;/em&gt; There is something about the green grass and fresh dirt with he crisp white base lines and the singing of the National Anthem that chokes me up.  Every game I have gone to, major or minor league, evokes this emotion.  I love sitting in the bleachers (or box seats, how ever it may be) eating a dog, drinking an overpriced beer and singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game".  Some of my fondest memories involve being at a ball park somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Yankees Fan and I am shameless about it.  I have been since I was 11 years old, but not because I loved baseball.  There was this boy.  It's always about a boy, isn't it?  I had the biggest crush on this boy.  He had dark hair and blue eyes and he loved the Yankees (and the Dallas Cowboys, but that didn't stick with me)  Since he loved the Pinstripe Boys, I did too.  We grew up, I grew out of the crush, but my love of the Yankees stuck.  I have since friended this "boy" on Face Book (love me some FB, y'all!) and told him this story.  He said the only reason he like the Yankees is because his Dad did. Go figure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June of 2001 I was in New York to attend a Yankees-Indians game.  I was on cloud 9!  It had been a life long dream of mine to go to The House that Ruth Built.  Only thing was, I was with a large group of Indians fans. I remember the day clearly.  I had on a Yankee jersey, a Yankee hat and my fingernails were painted with the NY skyline.  On the way to the stadium I stopped and asked  NYPD traffic cop for directions.  He gave them to me, looked at how I was dressed and said with a heavy NY accent: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God loves a Yankee Fan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and winked his sparkling blue eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stadium a very large group of very large and rowdy NY Firefighters were having a tailgate party.  As our group walked by the firefighters began showing true NY hospitality by telling all the Indians fans to "Go Back to Cleveland- Indians Suck!"  All of a sudden, one fire fighter noticed that I was bedecked and bedazzled in all my pinstripe glory and literally snatched me up and took me to their party.  I was hugged and kissed and cheered by this group of drunken men.  They all wanted to know what I was doing with "that bunch of losers" and decided they wanted to keep me.  My poor sister who was on the trip with me didn't know what to do! Eventually they turned me loose because they didn't want me to miss the opening pitch and this was their parting words: "Sweetheart, you're an honorary new Yorker today.  Come back anytime!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the game, I spent an obscene amount of money in the gift shop and the Yankees won. All was right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 9-11 happened.  As I watched history unfold on the TV, my thoughts turned to that cop and those fire fighters and I cried real tears as I realized they could be dead.  It still breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, with the 2009 World Series about to begin, I wonder if those FDNY guys and that cop are gonna be watching down on the game tonight, and cheering on their boys.  Cuz you know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God Loves a Yankee Fan&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/4299827635592602335-8419563766415020426?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8419563766415020426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8419563766415020426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8419563766415020426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8419563766415020426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/10/baseball-makes-me-cry.html' title='Baseball makes me cry'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3045007883204572341</id><published>2009-09-15T13:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:59:12.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>A Change in My Life</title><content type='html'>There have been a lot of changes going on in my life here lately.  I'm not sure where my mind is on a  lot of them, but I'm sure that it's all going to work out in the end.  I just read a quote lately that I loved. It said "It all works out in the end.  If it hasn't worked out, then it's not the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the biggest change is that I got married again last week.  I love being a wife again.  It was someting I missed when I became a widow.  "Mrs." just fits me.  And I'm head over heels, stupid in love with my Mr., just in case you were wondering.  And in becoming a Mrs again, I became a step mama again, to three wonderful children.  I'm in love with them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece moved in with us.  She is going to be going to college starting next week.  Hopefully we have the new room addition completed before she graduates so she can have a bedroom of her own.  It's been a long long time since it was more than 2 people living in my household, so that's been something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having bi lateral breast reduction in 2 weeks.  That will be a MAJOR change.  I don't know how it will be not haing these giant bowling balls on the front of me.  someone might actually see what color my eyes are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What changes have you had lately and how do you feel about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-3045007883204572341?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3045007883204572341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3045007883204572341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3045007883204572341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3045007883204572341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/09/change-in-my-life.html' title='A Change in My Life'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8628486857416812693</id><published>2009-09-14T12:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:06:57.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how it works</title><content type='html'>Oh My!  What a whirlwind of events that it has been since my last post over a month ago.  Eventually I'll get around to telling all of it but for right now, this poem is what I want to share.  (I blog lifted it from CarrotSpeak, who is a Blog of Note right now.  Check her out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it works&lt;br /&gt;You're young until you're not&lt;br /&gt;You love until you don't&lt;br /&gt;you try until you can't&lt;br /&gt;You laugh until you cry&lt;br /&gt;You cry until you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And everyone must breathe&lt;br /&gt;until their dying breath&lt;br /&gt;No, this is how iat works&lt;br /&gt;You peer inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;You take the things you like&lt;br /&gt;and try to love the things you took&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then you take that love you made&lt;br /&gt;and stick it into someone else's heart&lt;br /&gt;Pumping someone else's blood&lt;br /&gt;and walking arm in arm&lt;br /&gt;You hope it don't get harmed&lt;br /&gt;But even if it does&lt;br /&gt;You'll just do it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Regina Spektor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8628486857416812693?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8628486857416812693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8628486857416812693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8628486857416812693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8628486857416812693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-how-it-works.html' title='This is how it works'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3134442389837020028</id><published>2009-08-04T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:29:29.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a bad bad blogger</title><content type='html'>I've been careless with a delicate man.  Oh sorry, I was channeling Fiona Apple for a second.&lt;br /&gt;My life has been so hectic that I've neglected my blog.  Internet, you have my sincerest apologies.  Please, take me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, where to start?  Begin at the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 15 lbs.  Woo Hoo!  I'm still in weight denial and am afraid to try on my wedding dress.  I'm hoping and praying that it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie now has his driver's permit and is taking his test this very afternoon.  Niece has hers, and so does Sweetie's son.  So y'all better watch out on the roads! Just kidding.  they are all good drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeties's mama had surgery to remove melanoma.  She is doing just fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room additions are coming along.  We bought drywall and flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started tax class again.  I'm rusty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodpeckers destroyed my porch beams.  I'll try to remember to post a picture of the damage soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to change the location of our wedding reception due to concerns of being too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are done with summer ball and waiting for school to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what's going on with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-3134442389837020028?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3134442389837020028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3134442389837020028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3134442389837020028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3134442389837020028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-bad-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;ve been a bad bad blogger'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6297415595376243903</id><published>2009-06-17T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:23:44.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FORE!  Watch out for my new addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is a Sheetz gas station and convenience store just over the hill from where I work. I visit there often. They are my friends and they know me well. They supply me with what I need to fill my latest addiction. It's THIS:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348377137901496738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SjlAq4VwaaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QrPzKOHTZ2M/s320/20ozPET_APPOM-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arnold Palmer Half &amp;amp;Half Iced Tea Pomegranate Lemonade.  Yum o.  I can't get enough of this stuff.  I like tea, I like lemonade and I'm over the moon about pomegranate these days.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An Arnold Palmer is half tea, half lemonade; a drink made famous by Arnold himself after completing some famous round of golf.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the thoughtful folks at Arizona Tea put this on the bottle:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"AriZona uses new amber bottles to protect the natural antioxidant properties of our beverages from the light. Here's to your health"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for being so concerned, AriZona Tea.  It's so kind of you.  Especially when I'm shelling out  $1.49 every single day for the crack in a bottle shaped like a golf ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you don't have a local dealer, I mean a Sheetz station near you, visit the AriZona Website.  You can get 12- 20 oz. bottles for $9.99 and shipping.(Shipping to me is $13.21)  It comes in regular half and half, and a green tea version or you can buy mix stix that are only 5 calories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drinkarizona.com/ProductCart/pc/viewPrd.asp?idproduct=313&amp;amp;idcategory=2"&gt;http://www.drinkarizona.com/ProductCart/pc/viewPrd.asp?idproduct=313&amp;amp;idcategory=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-6297415595376243903?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6297415595376243903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6297415595376243903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6297415595376243903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6297415595376243903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/06/fore-watch-out-for-my-new-addiction.html' title='FORE!  Watch out for my new addiction'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SjlAq4VwaaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QrPzKOHTZ2M/s72-c/20ozPET_APPOM-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6830245701770683099</id><published>2009-06-15T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:26:22.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Roller Coasters</title><content type='html'>I am taking a road trip this weekend with my niece Jes, her brother Andy and Andy's lovely wife, Robyn.  (It was their wedding I was in last July.)  We are going to Cedar Point, an amusement park on Lake Erie.  This is going to be an interesting trip.  It's always an interesting trip.  Here's a backstory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was there, a lady of middle eastern descent shang haied me on a ride and force me to sit with her child, who spoke little to no English.  I tried to refuse but she stuck him in the seat and walked away.  I couldn't make the child understand how to fasten the seatbelt and I was not about to fasten it for him and have some crazed parent scream that I was molesting him.  When the ride was over, the little boy didn't know where to go and his mother was no where to be found.  I turned him over to the person in charge of the ride and skedaddled right on out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some reasons why this trip is going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1.  Sweetie and I are not huge fans of roller coasters.  I'm afraid of heights and he'd much rather stay on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.  Part of this trip is to the water park part of the park.  Sweetie and I will not be participating in this little jaunt because we are not huge fans of water parks.  He doesn't even own swim trunks and we won't even discuss putting my size 16 behind in lycra and spandex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3.  A brother, a sister and a wife all together in one car, for a four hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4.  I got online this morning to get driving directions to our hotel.  (The hotel was picked by Andy and Robyn) I made the mistake of reading the "guest reviews" on a hotel reservation website.   Holy Smokes were they ever bad!  There were approx. 50 reviews and they were all terrible.  They were so bad that it made me want to stay there just to see if it really is THAT bad.  What made it so funny is that they all sounded the same.   Dirty, cockroaches, poor location, inattentive staff, soiled linens...you get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;These were some of my favorite comments:&lt;br /&gt;"Run as far and as fast as you can away from this hotel"&lt;br /&gt;"I've traveled and stayed in hotels for more than 25 years and this is by far the wors I have ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;"There was something dead floating in the pool"&lt;br /&gt;"There was a dead thing in the pool and it stunk!"&lt;br /&gt;"There was a white stain on the chair and I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what it was"&lt;br /&gt;"My bed linens had blood on them.  Not stains, real actual BLOOD."&lt;br /&gt;"When I asked to see the hotel manager he came out wearing sweatpants that had obviously been slept in.  It was also obvious that he didn't feel the need to launder anything."&lt;br /&gt;And this was my very favorite:&lt;br /&gt;"The pimps and the ho's were fighting in the parking lot all night long.  We piled a dresser and a table against the door to keep them out of our room!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come Monday, I'm sure to have some entertaining stories about my trip to Cedar Point.  Don't worry, though, I cancelled my reservation and Club Dread and booked at Hotel Breakers.  It's well worth the extra cost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-6830245701770683099?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6830245701770683099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6830245701770683099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6830245701770683099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6830245701770683099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/06/roller-coasters.html' title='Roller Coasters'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6206889285980803470</id><published>2009-06-12T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:38:15.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some wedding DEETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;See how cool I am? I used a new hip word "Deets" short for details. How old are you when you have to start acting your age? Oh, wait. I think I'm over the limit. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since I've been posting about the wedding, I thought I'd share some of the planning stuff. It's only 89 days away! ACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9-9-09 was selected as a date for many reasons. 9s are lucky numbers. Wednesday is supposedly the best day of the week to get married on. I wanted something different. Sweetie says the day is easy to remember so he won't be forgetting our anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our colors are black white and baby pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our invitations are hand made, by me, and they still aren't finished. Once I've got them ready to go I'll post some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our reception has a strawberry theme to it. Strawberry cupcakes, strawberry jam, strawberry fruit salad. It's the berry best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like non traditional things so our ceremony will be very non traditional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be walking down the aisle to A River Flows in you by Yiruma. If you are a Twilight fan, you will recognize this as Bella's Lullaby- the song Edward played on the piano for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the wedding we will leave the church to My Sweet Love by John Mellencamp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I ordered these for toasting:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SjJoKLkDCkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ukeofhudXXM/s1600-h/P0074143b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346450231754164802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SjJoKLkDCkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ukeofhudXXM/s320/P0074143b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-6206889285980803470?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6206889285980803470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6206889285980803470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6206889285980803470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6206889285980803470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-wedding-deets.html' title='Some wedding DEETS'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SjJoKLkDCkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ukeofhudXXM/s72-c/P0074143b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8421191135244072322</id><published>2009-06-04T14:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:58:27.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>97 days and counting</title><content type='html'>In 97 days I'm going to the chapel and I'm gonna get married.  Woo Hoo!  Sweetie proposed on Christmas Day and I said yes. On 9-9-09 we're gonna do the damn thing.  I've filled my hard drive with tons of wedding "porn" (that would be bridal pictures)  and I have about 10 bridal blogs bookmarked.  I have visions of a beautiful pink and black Martha-esque wedding. I love my hardworking man and can't wait to be his Mrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 97 more days I go from being a widow to being a wife again.  It feels strange and it scares the hell out of me, to be truthful.  This will be #3.  Yes, that's me, Three Time Loser.  I joke about it and say that I'm like the Pittsburgh Steelers and won't quit till I have "one for the thumb" but in truth, it keeps me awake at night and give me great anxiety.  I'm worried that I won't be a good wife and a good step mother.  I'm worried that this relationship will fail.  I'm worried that something bad will happen to my Sweetie and I'll be left alone again.  I realize that I just need to have faith in him and me and in the situation and be confident that everything will work out the way it's supposed to.  When I start to worry too much, I put in a CD with songs that will be played at our reception.  This is one of my favorites.  I prefer Jewel's version over John Hiatt's or Mandy Moore's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When the road gets dark, And you can no longer see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just let my love throw a spark, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When the tears you cryAre all you can believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just give these loving arms a try, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When your secret heart, Cannot speak so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Come here darlin, From a whisper start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When your back's against the wall Just turn around, you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will catch ya, I will catch your fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, I've been loving you forsuch a long, long time baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Expecting nothing in return Just for you to have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You see time, time is ourf riend *for you and me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause for us there is no end All you gotta do is have alittle faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said I will catch  you ,I will catch your fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey baby, oh, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All ya gotta do is have a little faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/4299827635592602335-8421191135244072322?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8421191135244072322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8421191135244072322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8421191135244072322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8421191135244072322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/06/97-days-and-counting.html' title='97 days and counting'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8053970346092710263</id><published>2009-05-28T06:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:02:54.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown up</title><content type='html'>I remember when my niece Jes was born.  She had big blonde curls and loved all the colors of the rainbow.  I remember the cute little frilly dresses and her grins filled with teeth that looked like white chiclets.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little girl is all grown up. She is now 17 years old, filled with a spirit of independence. Tonight, she will graduate from high school.  She is ready to face the world as a full on college student.  (She will be attending the same college I did.  That just makes my heart sing!)&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of her and I wish her all the best.  Go get em Jes.  You'll be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8053970346092710263?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8053970346092710263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8053970346092710263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8053970346092710263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8053970346092710263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown up'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-898686932002072288</id><published>2009-05-21T07:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:20:08.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Randomness</title><content type='html'>I don't have any specific thing to blog about today.  Sorry.  You get to follow my thoughts as they pop into my head today. lucky you!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on the search for a grill.  I need a new one- BAD.  I grilled a couple of RibEyes last night and only about half of the burners worked. :o(&lt;br /&gt;It's graduation season.  My niece is graduating next week.  How did she grow up so fast?  ACK!  I guess that means we better get the new rooms on the house finished so she can move in and go to college.&lt;br /&gt;Its also (shh!) swimsuit season.  I am officially banning swimsuit season.  Sorry for those of you who will be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I did not watch American Idol this season.  Not one show, even.  But, I'm curious.  Did you like the winner?&lt;br /&gt;I also did not watch Dancing with the Stars.  Again, did you like the winner?&lt;br /&gt;I did however, watch a few episodes of Survivor.  I'm glad that TJ won. He's a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;80 deg. in Ohio. Today.  Bring on the sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;What random thoughts are you processing today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-898686932002072288?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/898686932002072288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=898686932002072288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/898686932002072288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/898686932002072288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-randomness.html' title='Thursday Randomness'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7377866752703927576</id><published>2009-05-18T07:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:28:31.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><title type='text'>I stole this post!</title><content type='html'>My friend Cook And Bottle Washer posted this on her blog and I liked it so much that I stole it and put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; # 22 is my favorite.  Which one speaks to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.. It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone...&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;19.. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's,we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7377866752703927576?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7377866752703927576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7377866752703927576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7377866752703927576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7377866752703927576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stole-this-post.html' title='I stole this post!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8156455815227007225</id><published>2009-05-12T10:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:33:28.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sauce recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grilling season'/><title type='text'>It's the most Wonderful time of the Year</title><content type='html'>Grilling and BBQ season!  Woo Hoo?  My motto is: "If it ain't smoked it could be better".  Thank you Lord Jesus, for greasy hickory smoked pork but and St. Llouis Style ribs.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the hunt for a new propane grill.  I know there is a lot of debate about propae or charcoal, but for me, propane is what works best, so that is what I use.  Let me take a moment to pay homage to Hank Hill and his propane and propane accessories.  &lt;em&gt;I digress, sorry&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;My grill is a 3 burner monster of a thing and it has been much loved and well used. It sits on my back porch, just outside my bedroom window, so when I smoke something my dreams are filled with the sweet smell of smoked meat.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmm- hmmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   Now, after 6 years, the burners are falling apart and the grates have lost thier porcelain grating and it's going to cost more to fix than to jsut buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;I want specific things in my grill and it's been difficult to find one that has everything.  I want more than one burner, rotisserie capabilities, NO side burner, (waste of space!), stainless steel grill grates  and I'm kind of jonesing for one of those new fangled infrared burner things but I'm willing to compromise.  When I find just the right one, it will be a momentous occasion, to be celebrated properly.  I'll keep you updated on my search.  I'm open for suggetions or recommendations, so fire away!&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite sauces.  I like it best on pork but it's awesome on chicken too.  Try it and let me know what you think.  If you're into grilled vegetables, go to The Food network site and look up Bobby Flay's grilled ratatouille recipe.  Yum-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese BBQ Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 c ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3 ½ Tbs soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 T liquid smoke (&lt;em&gt;i don't use this&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;¾ c brown sugar (&lt;em&gt;i prefer dark brown sugar&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 Tbs ground ginger (&lt;em&gt;i use freshly grated&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3 cloves garlic, minced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In a med. sized sauce pan bring all ingredients to a low simmer. Stir often and cook until sugar is dissolved. Sauce is done when it become thick. Brush on chicken or ribs. Also good as a marinade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of grill do you have and what is your favorite thing to cook on it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8156455815227007225?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8156455815227007225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8156455815227007225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8156455815227007225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8156455815227007225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most Wonderful time of the Year'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-4671728664487480594</id><published>2009-05-05T07:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:21:50.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo!  Ole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's Cinco de Mayo! (fifth of may, in case you aren't all bilingual and stuff) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332298454414378882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SgAhMUu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nlgT_S8HUik/s320/42dd5c64ac687e54.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you celebrating with margaritas and tacos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-4671728664487480594?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/4671728664487480594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=4671728664487480594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4671728664487480594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4671728664487480594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo-ole.html' title='Cinco de Mayo!  Ole!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SgAhMUu7x4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nlgT_S8HUik/s72-c/42dd5c64ac687e54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-286421270206981057</id><published>2009-04-30T08:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:59:19.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook tools'/><title type='text'>I think I need to punch something....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I went to pick up "the dress" at David's Bridal. Next door to the store is a very large Jo Ann's Fabrics and Crafts store so I stopped in just to see what they had that I can't live without. I bought this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330467174508170610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SfmfpzdwjXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zT_hCGz0g1E/s320/thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is called a Squeeze Punch, and it was 40% off.  It works great!  If you like punches but the thought of pressing-slamming-hammering- put it in a vice- a standard punch makes you cringe, then these are the punches for you.  It took very little effort to use.  All you do is squeeze the handles together, much like pruning shears or scissors.  The edges cut crisp and clean and there is no wierd little cage/window thing to hold the punched out piece inside the punch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I highly recommend this to any card maker, paper crafter or scrapbooker.  Give it a try.  Let me know what you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-286421270206981057?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/286421270206981057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=286421270206981057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/286421270206981057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/286421270206981057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-need-to-punch-something.html' title='I think I need to punch something....'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SfmfpzdwjXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zT_hCGz0g1E/s72-c/thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-946847378418031176</id><published>2009-04-21T08:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:49:29.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These photos make me happy and I don't know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Se27NGAEEMI/AAAAAAAAADw/c9XITv7q-qM/s1600-h/100_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327119767872737474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Se27NGAEEMI/AAAAAAAAADw/c9XITv7q-qM/s320/100_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes the simplest things bring me great joy. Like these photos. They have no rhyme or reason behind them at all. They just make me smile every time I look at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Photo # 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photo up above was taken last August at a Columbus Clippers baseball game. (Hence, all the peanut carnage) Sweetie's daughter and I painted our toe nails matching blue. We also have on matching ankle bracelets. They were cool. Black metal coiled springs. It was a great day. The kidlets had never been to a baseball game before. Afterwards, the fans were allowed to run the bases. Girl Kidlet and I had to take off our shoes to run because they kept falling off. We held hands and ran those bases for all we were worth. The dirt was very cold, which I thought was strange. Boy kidlet was "too cool" to hold hands with us, so he went ahead of us. He said we were slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Se28v-MQbUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CHr4CusWbUc/s1600-h/100_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327121466583444802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Se28v-MQbUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CHr4CusWbUc/s320/100_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Photo # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo on the right was taken the day of my nephew's wedding, July 12, 2008. What makes that day stand out is that it was my wedding anniversary, and my husband was supposed to be the best man. When he died, nephew and his then fiancee asked if they should change their date. I said absolutely NOT. Let it be a day filled with happiness and joy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of eyes were on me that day, to see if I was going to break down. I had my moment while we were getting ready and decorating everything. You see, Sweetie and I had been dating for not quite 2 weeks. He knew my story and told me that I did not need to be alone that day and came to the wedding with me. While we were decorating, church bells started ringing. For what ever reason, I was very affected by the sound. It was the saddest thing I had ever heard. I stood there and bawled my eyes out for a good 20 minutes and Sweetie, bless his heart, just stood there and held me and stroked my hair and said these words :"Cry all you need to. Let it out. I'm right here with you." It hurt him that I was hurting and he wanted to make it better, but he knew that it was something I had to feel...something I had to go through. I think it was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough of being melancholy...back to the fun stuff!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot goes on at weddings and it is easy to forget the details. This is what I clearly remember about that day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was HOT. Too hot for a fat girl in a bullet proof bra and chiffon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained, which made it humid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shoes were dyed purple to match my dress, which was beautiful, BTW, and when we had to walk through puddles (the wedding was in a park) my toes turned purple from the dye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cupcakes were AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bride was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I clearly remember thinking, as they said their vows to each other : "Please don't ever let them take one minute with each other for granted"&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/4299827635592602335-946847378418031176?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/946847378418031176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=946847378418031176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/946847378418031176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/946847378418031176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-photos-make-me-happy-and-i-dont.html' title='These photos make me happy and I don&apos;t know why'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Se27NGAEEMI/AAAAAAAAADw/c9XITv7q-qM/s72-c/100_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7864119249544773033</id><published>2009-04-14T09:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:36:48.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Random Tuesday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday, folks.  This week feels like it has lasted forever and it is only Tuesday.  I'm run down, worn out and stretched thin.  I'm in need of coffee, sleep and a vacation.  At least that's my opinion on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining in Ohio.  It has been raining for 2 days and its supposed to rain tomorrow.  I'm tired of the rain.  It needs to be sunny.  NOW.  Thank you very  much.  I appreciate your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax day is tomorrow.  Have you filed yet?  Don't be late.  There's a penalty if you are.  And the IRS isn't someone you want to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece's prom (hi jess!) is this weekend.  She's a senior.  It's her last one.  The dress is beautiful.  Maybe I shoudl start working on the alterations soon.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie's mama made the yummiest ham for Easter dinner.  I can't stop thinking (drooling) about it.   I heart Sweetie's mama.  She's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my friend's birthday.  Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friend is building a giant swing set/play ground in her backyard.  It is neat.  I want to play on it but I think I'm too big/old.  Maybe not! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put gasoline in my car.  Gas is $1.97 a gallon here.  How about where you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Got any totally random thoughts of your own today?  Share them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7864119249544773033?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7864119249544773033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7864119249544773033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7864119249544773033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7864119249544773033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/04/totally-random-tuesday-thoughts.html' title='Totally Random Tuesday Thoughts'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-5808863900278918828</id><published>2009-04-10T07:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:11:56.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sd8pZ0L_M4I/AAAAAAAAADE/EebgEVHKjMk/s1600-h/daffodil-orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323018808057607042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sd8pZ0L_M4I/AAAAAAAAADE/EebgEVHKjMk/s320/daffodil-orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to wish everyone a very Happy Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-5808863900278918828?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/5808863900278918828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=5808863900278918828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5808863900278918828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5808863900278918828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sd8pZ0L_M4I/AAAAAAAAADE/EebgEVHKjMk/s72-c/daffodil-orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1460688945811917389</id><published>2009-04-09T07:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:43:15.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Last Night I had the Strangest Dream</title><content type='html'>I sailed away to China, in a little Row Boat to China.  You said you had to get your laundry clean.&lt;br /&gt;No, not really, but I had a very strange dream last night.  One of those "wake up  and shake your head" kinds of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I had a massive amount of plastic surgery done on my face.  I was all wrapped in bandages.  When the bandages were removed, my face was so tight that I couldn't close my eyes.  They were all stretched back and pulled tight, like when your Mama pulls your pony tails too tight and you can't blink.&lt;br /&gt;People kept saying, "But Amy, you can't close your eyes!"  To which I replied"I know, but don't I look good?"&lt;br /&gt;Strange dream.  Strange indeed.&lt;br /&gt;But when I woke up, I was thinking, "Wow, what does that dream say about me?"  Does it say that I'm so stuck on looking good that it doesn't matter that I can't even blink?  Or does it say that my eyes need to be opened so that I can better observe my world around me?  Or does it just say that I shouldn't have eaten a chicken taco an hour before I went to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the strangest dream you have had lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1460688945811917389?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1460688945811917389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1460688945811917389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1460688945811917389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1460688945811917389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-night-i-had-strangest-dream.html' title='Last Night I had the Strangest Dream'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1202306814697543019</id><published>2009-04-07T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:37:38.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a life changing moment?  Something that continued to affect you years after it had happened?  Something that made you re evaluate who you are, or what you do, or what you want out of life?  I've had several, but I'm focusing on just one for today.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a few, (ok, several- like nine) years ago just after I was divorced and was living with my cousin/BFF and her children that someone asked me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what makes you happy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I couldn't answer that question.  It made me sad to realize that I was such a hot mess that I couldn't even define my own version of "happiness" I went home and cried about it and decided that I would indeed, one day be able to answer that question clearly, with out hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, a few (ok, nine) years later and I'm still trying to figure it out.  Some days I can tell you immediately what makes me happy.  Some days it changes hourly.  Some days, nothing on this good green earth makes me happy.  I'm a work in progress.  I can tell you this, I know that there are certain things that will make me happy no matter what kind of day I'm having or what my current mental state is. A hug from any one of my children, nieces or nephews is a sure fire happiness maker.  I know that it's not usually big, giant things that make me happy, but rather, small, everyday kinds of things, like a text message from my son just saying hi, putting on my pajamas at the end of a long day, or someone telling me that I look nice or when my sweetie kisses my forehead.  What makes me the happiest isn't something for "ME" at all, but seeing my friends and family members happy.  THAT is the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, I have learned what DOES NOT make me happy, and how to stay away from it.  Things like that suck the life out of you and make you a bitter person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has someone asked you that made you re-evaluate yourself and has your answer stayed the same over the years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1202306814697543019?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1202306814697543019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1202306814697543019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1202306814697543019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1202306814697543019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8947378926844298704</id><published>2009-04-03T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:30:28.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things about me</title><content type='html'>1. Favorite Alcoholic Drink    &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite Non-Alcoholic Drink: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iced Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite Place to Visit: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;any family member’s home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Breakfast Food:  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Favorite Vehicle: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cadillac Escalade, pearl white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Fast Food Spot: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chipotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Shoes: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anything with high heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Sport: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;baseball or MMA, depends on my mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Thing to do in my Free Time:  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite Snack/Junk Food: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cookies in any shape or form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now, tell me 10 things about YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8947378926844298704?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8947378926844298704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8947378926844298704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8947378926844298704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8947378926844298704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-things-about-me.html' title='10 things about me'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7264081175343243516</id><published>2009-03-31T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:51:36.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AC/DC'/><title type='text'>For Those About to Rock...</title><content type='html'>I was in High School when the bubblegum pop phenomenon hit. New Kids on the Block, New Edition, Debbie Gibson, Tiffany...they were all the rage. Not for me however, I was a metal girl into Autograph, GNR, Metallica, Def Leppard and AC/DC. I was in &lt;em&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/em&gt;. with that Aussie School boy named after a breed of cattle- Angus Young. I don't know why, I just do. It's a force of nature or something. I can tell you this, I may not have been able to balance an equation in algebra but I knew that Angus played a 1969 Gibson SG standard guitar with his signature Humbucker bridge. Like this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319316036476298162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SdIBwJI1Y7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/HQCROHw3QZo/s320/SGAYACNH-Finish-Shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about AC/DC you say? The band was founded in 1973 by brothers Angus and Malcom. They were managed by Shania Twain's famous ex husband, Mutt Lange. Their singer, Bon Scott died in 1980 and the band paid tribute to their lost friend by making the album Back in Black with Brian Johnson as singer, which is one of the best selling albums of that genre in all time. It has gone Platinum 22 times. The band was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2003. Their latest album is titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black Ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which I got for my birthday from my Sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SdICKq38D-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/WpHKQddQgX8/s1600-h/angus!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319316492208836578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SdICKq38D-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/WpHKQddQgX8/s320/angus!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why am I tell you all of this? Because I heard on the radio this morning that today, March 31, is Angus Youngs's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Angus. We salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7264081175343243516?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7264081175343243516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7264081175343243516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7264081175343243516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7264081175343243516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-those-about-to-rock.html' title='For Those About to Rock...'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SdIBwJI1Y7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/HQCROHw3QZo/s72-c/SGAYACNH-Finish-Shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3334982018719778946</id><published>2009-03-26T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:44:46.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dress'/><title type='text'>I bought this dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/ScuwLJAAW0I/AAAAAAAAACs/Oec8UrLJc0Q/s1600-h/s08_81568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317537490481994562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/ScuwLJAAW0I/AAAAAAAAACs/Oec8UrLJc0Q/s320/s08_81568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I ordered it from David's Bridal.  The nicest girl helped me and her name is Jennifer (Thanks Jen!)  She fetched dresses in varying sizes and zipped and pulled and helped me pick colors and made suggestions and didn't even make a funny face when I told her that I needed a larger size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I need this dress you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am marrying my sweetie in September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-3334982018719778946?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3334982018719778946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3334982018719778946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3334982018719778946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3334982018719778946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-bought-this-dress.html' title='I bought this dress'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/ScuwLJAAW0I/AAAAAAAAACs/Oec8UrLJc0Q/s72-c/s08_81568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8584882943319772287</id><published>2009-03-19T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:22:40.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Needs</title><content type='html'>I found this fun post on another blog that I can't remember the name of right now.  Its fun.  You should try it.&lt;br /&gt;Go to your favorite search engine (I used google) and type in your first name and needs and see what comes up in the search.  If you're a blogger, post your results on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Here are mine.  I have to admit, I was kind of disturbed/mildy amused that almost every one was related to Amy Winehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy needs&lt;br /&gt;   some help drinking&lt;br /&gt;   a lot apparently&lt;br /&gt;   a dentist&lt;br /&gt;   to find a home&lt;br /&gt;   a break&lt;br /&gt;   another cocktail&lt;br /&gt;   prayer&lt;br /&gt;   your support&lt;br /&gt;   a home&lt;br /&gt;   to remember that shes married&lt;br /&gt;   money&lt;br /&gt;   to buy plane tickets&lt;br /&gt;   a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tell me what you need today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8584882943319772287?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8584882943319772287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8584882943319772287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8584882943319772287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8584882943319772287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/03/amy-needs.html' title='Amy Needs'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-2939476863329695182</id><published>2009-03-17T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:16:48.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Green</title><content type='html'>We've all got a little Irish in our blood....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sb--sRllGsI/AAAAAAAAACk/Tn0WzZXV8So/s1600-h/stpatrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314175753165019842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sb--sRllGsI/AAAAAAAAACk/Tn0WzZXV8So/s320/stpatrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-2939476863329695182?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/2939476863329695182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=2939476863329695182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2939476863329695182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2939476863329695182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-green.html' title='Go Green'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sb--sRllGsI/AAAAAAAAACk/Tn0WzZXV8So/s72-c/stpatrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3763149432960281999</id><published>2009-03-11T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:40:02.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I fought the law and the law won</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had my very first ever experience in court.  &lt;em&gt;(not counting divorce court)&lt;/em&gt;  I was arrested &lt;em&gt;(GASP!)&lt;/em&gt; in January for Unlawful Entrustment, which is a violation of the Ohio Revised Code.  I allowed Sweetie to drive my truck knowing he does not have a valid driver's license.  On a very snowy, icy day, he wrecked the truck, flipping end over end and rolling 3 times before coming to a stop against a tree.  Anyway, I was charged as a result.  The possible punishment for this crime could be $1000 fine, 12 month license suspension and 90 days in the county jail.  I've been stressed out and worried about the impending court hearing. Yesterday was my court date.  My wonderful lawyer, David, got the penalty reduced to a $250 fine and 5 yrs. probation, during which time I can not have any traffic violations or the original penalty applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me about this event was the attire/state of dress/general appearance of the other defendants.  Some even had house slippers and pajamas on!  I was shocked!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have always believed that when you have a lesson that you need to learn, it will present its self to you in a very unique and divine way.  Imagine my surprise while reading The Pioneer Woman's Blog today I ran across another blog/website for Wild Olives Tee Shirts (&lt;a href="http://www.wildolives.com/"&gt;www.wildolives.com&lt;/a&gt;)  I found this bible quote from the book of James, Chapter 1 vs. 2-3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider it &lt;em&gt;Pure Joy&lt;/em&gt;, my brothers, when you face trials &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of many kinds &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because you know that the testing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of your faith develops perserverance."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, that has become my lesson learned for today.  All of my stressing and worrying was helping me to have stronger faith and more perseverance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nevertheless, I've stopped speeding and have no desire to be arrested,or back in court, EVER. AGAIN&lt;/span&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/4299827635592602335-3763149432960281999?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3763149432960281999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3763149432960281999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3763149432960281999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3763149432960281999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-fought-law-and-law-won.html' title='I fought the law and the law won'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-2334437871734873488</id><published>2009-03-09T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:04:29.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Have you heard  the ZBB?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SbUQyu0asKI/AAAAAAAAACc/rqMtniiM9Hg/s1600-h/splash-foundREG.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311169799300755618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SbUQyu0asKI/AAAAAAAAACc/rqMtniiM9Hg/s320/splash-foundREG.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you heard The Zac Brown Band?  They are my new favorite thing.  Chicken Fried has gotten a lot of airplay and their new single "Whatever It Is" is quickly becoming popular.  I just bought the CD The Foundation yesterday at Wallyworld.   It was only $11.88 and there isn't one song on it that I don't like.  And, its in on eof those environmental friendly CD packages made of recycled cardboard instead of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;The band's sound reminds me of James Taylor mixed with Jimmy Buffet on Bluegrass and a little Marty Robbins thrown in for good measure.  It's fun, easy to listen to and just sounds good.  I dare you to listen to "Where the Boat Leaves From" and not imagine having a fruity rum drink with a little umbrella in your hand, or to listen to "Sic Em on a Chicken" and not crack a smile.  They do a  great version of Jolene which is a Ray Lamontagne song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got $12 bucks in your pocket and you need a little smile on your face, I highly recommend buying this CD.  At least download a couple from iTunes or Amazon.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There's a place, where the boat leavesFrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It takes away all your big problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take one part sand, and one part sea, one part shade of aBig palm tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The drinks they're cold and the ladies are hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I know this is the place for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So get away to where the boat leaves from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It takes away all of your big problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;See the problem is that you're down there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And there's a perfectly good island somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where a ride that floats and don't grab your coats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You won't need them where we are going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So get away to where the boat leaves fromI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;t takes away all of your big problemsY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ou got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pick me upOut on a boat that is huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pick me upI don't know how to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pick me upPut me downDown on the sand where it's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Put me downWhen I fall off my stoolPut me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll just sleep there til morning comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With sunshine and ladies and pina colodas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And Bob Marley songs that are playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There's a sound in my ear that I want you to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Soft tropical lips that are saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Get away to where the boat leaves from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It takes away all of your big problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But you gotta get away to where the boat leaves from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/4299827635592602335-2334437871734873488?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/2334437871734873488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=2334437871734873488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2334437871734873488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2334437871734873488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-heard-zbb.html' title='Have you heard  the ZBB?'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SbUQyu0asKI/AAAAAAAAACc/rqMtniiM9Hg/s72-c/splash-foundREG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3720065068015720189</id><published>2009-03-03T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:15:29.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pie, Pie, me oh my I love pie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you se&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sa1R8HqDCaI/AAAAAAAAACM/-ZQOX6EW0h4/s1600-h/3de54e2eb209a592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308989629029091746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sa1R8HqDCaI/AAAAAAAAACM/-ZQOX6EW0h4/s320/3de54e2eb209a592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en the movie &lt;em&gt;Michael,&lt;/em&gt; where Andie MacDowell sings a song she wrote about pie? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love pie. Tender flaky crust wrapped around a sweet fruity or creamy filling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lawsy Get In My Mouth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can't hardly stand it. I've never met a pie I don't like, (except for maybe humble pie and the pie I tasted at a baking contest 3 yrs ago that was so bad I actually spit it out.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love pie so much that I can't even pick a favorite, although Coconut Cream, Lemon Meringue and Pumpkin are very high on the list and if there is a from scratch black raspberry pie in the vicinity, bar the door Katie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost had a wedding pies instead of a wedding cake when I was married the first time. (Apple and Pumpkin, it was Fall) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite quotes is "Pie and Coffee is the third most impotant intersection a man can have with a woman" I don't know who said it but I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once received a very sincere proposal of marriage over a particularly delicious pecan pie that I made. (He moved on...I'll keep the pie, thanks.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the reason I am writing this post. I have a 20 lb. bag of apples in my kitchen and it is destined to become apple pies. So, I thought I would share my favorite recipe for the said Apple Pie. It originally came from my beloved Aunt Pat who, by the way, made the wedding cake that won out over wedding pie, loves coconut pie like I do AND makes a Custard Pie that I dream about. But I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunt Pat's Apple Pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need crust for a double crust pie &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*see my note*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sa1VZ2P0oEI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZRC9D8rq41E/s1600-h/INGUFYTH0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308993438286651458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sa1VZ2P0oEI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZRC9D8rq41E/s320/INGUFYTH0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 apples, more or less, how ever many it takes to fill your pie dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup applesauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup quick cooking tapioca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make your crust however you like to make it. Put one crust into the bottom of a pie plate. Set aside. Peel and slice your apples. Put the slices into a bowl and add the apple sauce, sugar and tapoica. Mix together. dump into the pie crust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cover it all up with the other crust you already rolled out with your favorite rolling pin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Pinch the edges together to make it pretty. Bake in a 350 overn for about a half an hour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or until the apple slices are cooked. I just stick the tip of a steak knife in the top of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pie to see if its done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Note about Pie Crust*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Although I love to cook and bake it took me years to learn how to make really good pie crust. I've watched my mom make pies for years and her method, or her recipe, just didn't stick. So, finally my sister C taught me a few tips and tricks and I've been doing it that way ever since. I'm sorry, but I can't give you a recipe. I make pie crust by feel. However, I will tell you that Crisco shortening is a must, and if you add water it must be icy cold. My mother says Gold Medal Four is the best but I use what ever is on sale. If you simply can't master the art of making pie crust, store bought is fine. I know, I hear some people gasping, BUT Marie Callendar's pie crust that is found in the freezer section of the grocery store is THE. BEST. store bought pie crust I have ever eaten in my life, and I've eaten a lot of pie crust. It rivals home made and I admit, I've cheated and passed it off as my own.  And, it comes in a handy dandy little metal pie pan, not one of those flimsy aluminum jobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4299827635592602335-3720065068015720189?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3720065068015720189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3720065068015720189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3720065068015720189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3720065068015720189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/03/pie-pie-me-oh-my-i-love-pie.html' title='Pie, Pie, me oh my I love pie.'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/Sa1R8HqDCaI/AAAAAAAAACM/-ZQOX6EW0h4/s72-c/3de54e2eb209a592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-5398081383639635027</id><published>2009-02-27T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:07:58.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><content type='html'>It's Finally Friday Y'all and I am happy about it.  Its been a good day and I'm tickeld about it.  I'm even willing to overlook the dreary grey skies and 3/4 of an inch of rain that fell overnight and is still falling as we speak, and the cold temperatures that are going to come later.&lt;br /&gt;The day started out wonderfully because I got to sleep in for an extra 45 minutes this morning.  Then when I got to work my dear co worker and friend made breakfast for all of us.  It was a scramble of eggs, sausage, &lt;em&gt;(straight from his farm)&lt;/em&gt; onions, peppers and cheese and it was delicious.  I keep asking him to marry me but I think his wife would woefully object.  Then the boss brought in donuts to thank everyone for doing such a good job.  &lt;em&gt;(is it any wonder my ass is so big?)&lt;/em&gt; Then a good friend who I haven't talked to for a while called and chatted and we got to catch up for a bit.  The kidlets are coming tonight and I don't have to work tomorrow.  It might all go down the crapper in a minute but for now, I'm calling it a good start.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes you happy on Friday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally Friday by George Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I got a hundred dollars smokin' in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/george-jones-finally-friday-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;billfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know I oughta save it but it's burnin' a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Right through my pocket and into my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Come Monday morning I'll be broke again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's finally FridayI'm free again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got my motor running for a wild weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's finally FridayI'm outa' control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Forget the workin' bluesAnd let the good times roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got a little sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/george-jones-finally-friday-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She's sittin' on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink2" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,2);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,2);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,2);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/george-jones-finally-friday-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; and rockin' on roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink3" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,3);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,3);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,3);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/george-jones-finally-friday-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; up a storm and later all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We'll be workin' on doin' all the wrong things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's finally FridayI'm free again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got my motor running for a wild weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's finally Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm outa' control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Forget the workin' bluesAnd let the good times roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Monday, I'll be hurtin with my head in a vice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday, I'll be wonderin' if I'll ever survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday and Thursday, I'll be slowly tunin' in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friday, I'll be revin' up my motor again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's finally FridayI'm free again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got my motor running for a wild weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's finally FridayI'm outa' controlForget the workin' blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And let the good times roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's finally FridayI got my motor running for a wild weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's finally Friday Forget the workin' blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And let the good times roll...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&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/4299827635592602335-5398081383639635027?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/5398081383639635027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=5398081383639635027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5398081383639635027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-5637532455690943193</id><published>2009-02-24T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:11:36.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will someone please tell Spring that we are tired of waiting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is February 24th, 2009, &lt;em&gt;year of our Lord, Amen&lt;/em&gt;. There are &lt;strong&gt;24 &lt;/strong&gt;days until the official first day of Spring, which is March 20th. It is supposed to be getting warmer, the grass is supposed to be getting &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;greener.&lt;/span&gt; Robins are supposed to be migrating back north. I'm ready to plant flowers and sit on my porch swing with a big old glass of iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning the temperature was a whopping 10 degrees. In addition to being c.o.l.d. I was not a happy camper! I'm tired of snow and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you happen to see Spring lurking around somewhere, would you tell him (or her, what ever the case may be) to hurry it up? The Ohioans need to thaw out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306350478744471266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SaPxpWtJxuI/AAAAAAAAACE/SKOIOqEBHnQ/s320/daffodil-orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-5637532455690943193?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/5637532455690943193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=5637532455690943193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5637532455690943193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5637532455690943193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-someone-please-tell-spring-that-we.html' title='Will someone please tell Spring that we are tired of waiting?'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SaPxpWtJxuI/AAAAAAAAACE/SKOIOqEBHnQ/s72-c/daffodil-orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3519050929748563060</id><published>2009-02-20T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:48:23.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I must know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me, or does does country singer Jason Michael Carrol look like the lost brother of Hanson?   You be the judge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SZ60HxfkwfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gh4t75d4lKw/s1600-h/ba2cde23aa0903ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304875456726876658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SZ60HxfkwfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gh4t75d4lKw/s320/ba2cde23aa0903ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SZ6z-_MGSrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_TWDqjiv3D4/s1600-h/07065aeb804b29b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304875305784462002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SZ6z-_MGSrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_TWDqjiv3D4/s320/07065aeb804b29b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taylor, Isaac and Zac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanson&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;                                                       Jason Michael &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                         Carroll&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/4299827635592602335-3519050929748563060?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3519050929748563060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3519050929748563060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3519050929748563060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3519050929748563060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-i-must-know.html' title='Something I must know'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SZ60HxfkwfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Gh4t75d4lKw/s72-c/ba2cde23aa0903ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6980781207550037599</id><published>2009-02-18T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:03:41.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that are on my desk</title><content type='html'>I readily admit that my desk and my office are a MESS.  I have paper and folders everywhere and the floor needs swept.  While I was looking at my organized (HA!) chaos this morning I realized that I have some strange, out of place things on my desk so I thought I would share them with you.  If I knew how to upload photos, I would post a photo of it, but I don't, so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;A Bob Marley "Survival" CD&lt;br /&gt;Tax instructions&lt;br /&gt;A Harlequin Secret Romance Book&lt;br /&gt;Every Day with Rachel Ray magazine&lt;br /&gt;A half full coffee cup&lt;br /&gt;A packet of ketchup&lt;br /&gt;A check&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of lotion&lt;br /&gt;A business card for a Mary Kay consultant&lt;br /&gt;A toothbrush (wouldn't my dentist be proud?)&lt;br /&gt;A golf ball&lt;br /&gt;A sketch of my next tattoo&lt;br /&gt;AND...a yard of red taffetta ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder that I never get anything done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your desk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-6980781207550037599?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6980781207550037599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6980781207550037599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6980781207550037599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6980781207550037599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-are-on-my-desk.html' title='Things that are on my desk'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7704378961310212553</id><published>2009-02-13T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:41:05.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>I'm a mildly superstitious person, but not in the normal sense. I believe in strange superstitions. I NEVER put shoes on a table and I NEVER rock an empty rocking chair. It's bad luck at a baseball team if you get up to go to the bathroom when your team is at bat. I don't know where I picked those up but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Friday the 13th, I'm posting some Stevie Wonder Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you don't have any bad luck today, Watch out for black cats, don't walk under any ladders or break any mirrors. And throw some salt over your shoulder , just to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Very superstitious, writings on the wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you believe in things that you dont understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then you suffer,Superstition aint the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Keep me in a daydream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;keep me goin strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You dont wanna save me, sad is my song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you believe in things that you dont understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then you suffer,Superstition aint the way, yeh, yeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Very superstitious, nothin more to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Very superstitious, the devils on his way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you believe in things that you dont understand,T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hen you suffer,Superstition aint the way, no, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;POST SCRIPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Check out this website for some fun and funky superstitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corsinet.com/trivia/scary.html"&gt;http://www.corsinet.com/trivia/scary.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7704378961310212553?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7704378961310212553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7704378961310212553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7704378961310212553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7704378961310212553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-2796622515202877875</id><published>2009-02-10T14:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:20:33.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost love'/><title type='text'>A Letter to a Loved One</title><content type='html'>February 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It has been one year ago today that I lost my best friend, my biggest cheerleader and my husband.  The best part of me went with you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you or miss you or wish you were here. I tried to save you, I truly did.  I would have given anything at that moment for you to open your eyes and draw another breath.&lt;br /&gt;     If I had only known that morning what was to come, I would have done a million and one things differently.  But, how were either of us to know that a bowl of oatmeal would be your last meal, or that you singing to the dogs would be the last thing I would remember, or that “Bye mommy, see you later, love you” would be the last thing you would say to me?&lt;br /&gt;     Planning your funeral was the most bizarre and painful thing I have ever had to do.  How was I supposed to know what kind of flowers to choose, or what to have the minister say?  How was I supposed to pick out the clothes you would wear for the very last time?  I remember saying to Mitchell, “What can I bear to part with?”  As I got ready to go to the funeral I looked in the mirror and thought, “This is like getting ready for a last date, instead of a first date.”&lt;br /&gt;      I clearly remember thinking to myself, “How and I ever going to survive this year?”  Well, this has truly been the year I wasn’t myself.  I wonder if you would even recognize the person I’ve become.  There have been times when I was stronger than I ever thought I could be and there were times that I felt so broken and shattered that I couldn’t even function.  I wonder if you would be proud of me for surviving or if you would be disappointed in the choices I’ve made.&lt;br /&gt;     It is a great comfort to me to look at your ashes.  Troy told me that if the time ever comes when I’m ready, that he knows the exact spot to spread them.  He said you always called that place on the Licking River “magical”.  I hope you forgive me if that time never comes.&lt;br /&gt;     I don’t know how much more I can say.  Just please know this:  You are missed deeply by me, your pets, your family, and your friends.  We were all touched by your presence and we are all affected by your absence.  Thank you for being such a wonderful influence.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are having lots of good blue days filled with big sacks and limits.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   Always,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Amy Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't ever want to feel like I did that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me to the place I love, take me all the way&lt;/em&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/4299827635592602335-2796622515202877875?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/2796622515202877875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=2796622515202877875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2796622515202877875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2796622515202877875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-to-loved-one.html' title='A Letter to a Loved One'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1495770530988300702</id><published>2009-02-09T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:27:51.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My beautiful, thin, fun friend Diana often posts song lyrics on her blog&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://diana-mm.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://diana-mm.blogspot.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;) and last week she had Everyone’s Free to wear Sunscreen by Baz Luhrman.  Personally, I think this is a wonderful bit of wisdom.  If you’ve never heard/read it before, check out her blog.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a strange emotional place when I read this and it got me to thinkin’. (Why, yes, I DO speak hillbilly.  Thanks for asking) I have lived a thousand lives in my lifetime and have been through more than most people can ever even imagine, and  I have learned from it and it has changed me.  If I could offer up for the whole internet to read bits of indispensable wisdom that I have learned in my 37 and a half year journey, what would I say? (I know, I had a similar post a month ago.  I’m doing it again.  Sorry. I warned you that I was in a strange emotional place.) So, this is what I would say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have at least one friend that you know you can count on for anything, at anytime.  If you’re lucky, you’ll have two.&lt;br /&gt;Have at least one close friend of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time or someone else’s.  Be efficient.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, doing nothing is what you need to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of great sex.&lt;br /&gt;If you find something you enjoy, ENJOY IT!&lt;br /&gt;When you do something, do it all the way. &lt;br /&gt;Dance every chance you get, even if it is in your very own kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Visit New York City at least once.&lt;br /&gt;Have a pet, and make them part of your family.&lt;br /&gt;Accept compliments and criticisms graciously.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to argue with your significant other, just so you can make up.&lt;br /&gt;Buy yourself expensive lingerie and wear it.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;Things that keep you awake worrying at 3 am won’t be changed by the worrying or the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Never try to change someone else.  You won’t have the time or the energy to do it and they won’t change anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Look at every opportunity – good or bad- as a unique possibility to learn something.&lt;br /&gt;Be goofy every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Things that can’t be bought with money are PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;Take what you do seriously but never take yourself seriously.  It makes you old.&lt;br /&gt;Things have a way of working themselves out.  Let them.&lt;br /&gt;Trust that you are where you need to be.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud in public.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to ASK for help, and how to ACCEPT it.&lt;br /&gt;Say no, and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate the small things and make ordinary things special&lt;br /&gt;Make memories every chance you get because some day they are all you will have.&lt;br /&gt;Write REAL letters, with paper and an envelope, or send someone a card in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;Hug children with both arms and don’t be the first person to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Listen with your eyes and your ears.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to balance your checkbook, change a tire, install a light fixture, unclog a drain and cook at least one fantastic meal.&lt;br /&gt;At least once in your life, spend $100 on a meal and don’t feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever feel bad for eating birthday cake, especially if it is your own.&lt;br /&gt;Have a porch swing and sit in it often.&lt;br /&gt;Take bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;And finally….LOVE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1495770530988300702?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1495770530988300702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1495770530988300702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1495770530988300702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1495770530988300702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-beautiful-thin-fun-friend-diana.html' title=''/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1964424964670592825</id><published>2009-02-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:22:38.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The End of a Very Long Week</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed that I haven't posted anything for a while? Long story, but, it's Friday and am I ever glad about that. Its been a long and trying week and I'm ready for it to be over. My sweetie was in a car accident and ended up in a trauma care unit due to a head injury. I was given a lovely blue citation from the nice folks at the Ohio State Highway Patrol. It's cold and snowy. Work is nuts. I'm tired of dealing with idiots. And did I mention, I'm tired of dealing with idiots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, the temperature is supposed to rise,  the kidlets are coming tonight and we have been missing them badly. We didn't see them last week because of the accident. I get a day off on Sunday (my first day off since Jan 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Warning, I'm about to digress for a second....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was visiting some of Sweetie's family with him and they have a sweet little baby who I am just stupid-in-love with. I would be perfectly content with doing nothing but sitting and holding that baby for hours on end. It occurred to me, while I was doing just that, that it is so strange that everything can be up ended and chaotic all around you and all it takes is one small thing to shift your focus and give a new purpose to your stress filled life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Sunday morning, I am going to make breakfast for my kidlets and we are going to sit around in our pajamas and eat pancakes with whipped cream and blueberry syrup and then we will cuddle up on the couch with a dog and a blanket and watch SpongeBob until I can feel every ounce of intelligence run out of my brain, and I am going to have my focus shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SYw4WispoBI/AAAAAAAAABk/svM5T_7NVhM/s1600-h/ca0b7cd1e0170fba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299672821430591506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SYw4WispoBI/AAAAAAAAABk/svM5T_7NVhM/s320/ca0b7cd1e0170fba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SYw4fHy-KyI/AAAAAAAAABs/HJCSYSbGJos/s1600-h/5fdd3a2e87285954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299672968828168994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SYw4fHy-KyI/AAAAAAAAABs/HJCSYSbGJos/s320/5fdd3a2e87285954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a way to bottle that feeling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What shifts your focus when you're stressed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post Script&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweetie is recovering nicely and should be able to return to work next week. The vehicle was a total loss but the insurance company has been fantastic.&lt;/em&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/4299827635592602335-1964424964670592825?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1964424964670592825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1964424964670592825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1964424964670592825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1964424964670592825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-very-long-week.html' title='The End of a Very Long Week'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SYw4WispoBI/AAAAAAAAABk/svM5T_7NVhM/s72-c/ca0b7cd1e0170fba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6495890845784793989</id><published>2009-01-27T10:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:29:46.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen gadgets'/><title type='text'>This may surprise you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love to cook and bake. I own hundreds of kitchen gadgets that have been left to suffer in my cluttered kitchen drawers. But, the one thing I have NEVER owned is an electric can opener. NEVER. Nor do I want one. Sweetie has offered to buy me one, but I'm not sure if its because he thinks I'm deprived, or if its because he despises my can opener.   At one time, I even had a vintage hang on the wall contraption with a hand crank that I bought at a flea market. It was WAY cool. Wish I still had it.   Even in this hurry up and rush around world of wonderful technology, I honestly don't want an electric can opener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I own:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295993441130052530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SX8l-a9a-7I/AAAAAAAAABc/s1zuYonBObY/s320/2758_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a smooth edge can opener from Pampered Chef.  They are $17.50 and can be ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.pamperedchef.com/"&gt;www.pamperedchef.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I've had mine for about 10 years now and I love it. It has opened literally hundreds, maybe even thousands, of cans.  I know that I have to turn the little handle exactly 12 times to get a lid open.  I know that there is a slight flat spot on the roller that causes it to get stuck sometimes.  Its getting a little worn out and I'm thinking of buying a new one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to my parent's house a couple of weeks ago and made dinner and when it came time to open up some cans of vegetables, I had to get my Dad to open them because I don't even know how to use an electric can opener.  My family thinks I'm strange and that it's funny.  Glad I can bring such entertainment into their lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night I was at my parent's again to make dinner and I successfully used the electric opener, ALL. BY. MYSELF.    It has been decided:  I still prefer mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What kitchen gadget do you enjoy using that others might not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-6495890845784793989?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6495890845784793989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6495890845784793989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6495890845784793989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6495890845784793989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-may-surprise-you.html' title='This may surprise you'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SX8l-a9a-7I/AAAAAAAAABc/s1zuYonBObY/s72-c/2758_200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-2036065830324588214</id><published>2009-01-21T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:51:47.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleds'/><title type='text'>Sleigh Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just hear those slepgh bells jinling, ring-ting-tingling too, Come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you" ...so sings Johnny Mathis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you read my previous posts you know that we have snow in Ohio. SO, I ordered sleds from &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazon.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for thekidlets.   If you've been to any of the local MART stores, you know that sleds cost upwards of $30.  These were less than $15 each.  &lt;em&gt;(One was only $10.95)&lt;/em&gt;  Even with shipping I spent less on three sleds than I would have for just one at the store.   They arrived yesterday. I'm so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I ordered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SXcylqhsjdI/AAAAAAAAABM/tPn6WqWPerA/s1600-h/51GT8oyfUNL._SL160_AA115_"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293755509649477074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SXcylqhsjdI/AAAAAAAAABM/tPn6WqWPerA/s320/51GT8oyfUNL._SL160_AA115_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SXcyqsNGGtI/AAAAAAAAABU/n7C5pCaxZOM/s1600-h/51V452pftjL._SL160_AA115_"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293755595999288018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SXcyqsNGGtI/AAAAAAAAABU/n7C5pCaxZOM/s320/51V452pftjL._SL160_AA115_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one on the left is a blow up type thing, shaped like a peanut with low places for "seats"  The one on the right is a rigid styrofoam thing, much like a surfboard with a highly polished bottom.  It is a FAST sled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got called in to work last night but when I got home at 9:30, I opened the box, took a sled and went outside, dress clothes and all, and threw myself down the hill in my front yard. It was fun!  I'm not sure what my neighbors thought of it but I really didn't care.  I looked like I was smuggling SnoKones in my cleavage.  I begged Sweetie to come outside and play with me but he wouldn't do it.  He said that he was "old and fragile".  When that excuse didn't work he said he was "warm and cuddly".  That didn't work either.  The he said "Baby, it's 10:00 at night!" I told him he was a big sissy. (actually, I used a different word that ends in -ssy.  You can figure it out. )That's OK. I don't care if I am 37 years old.  I'll dress in layers.   I'll have someone to play with when the kidlets get here this weekend.  He can stay in and be warm if he wants to.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Get outside and do something fun.  Stop acting your age and go sledding with your kids.  Build a snowman. You'll have fun.  &lt;strong&gt;I triple dog dare you&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&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/4299827635592602335-2036065830324588214?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/2036065830324588214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=2036065830324588214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2036065830324588214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2036065830324588214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleigh-ride.html' title='Sleigh Ride'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SXcylqhsjdI/AAAAAAAAABM/tPn6WqWPerA/s72-c/51GT8oyfUNL._SL160_AA115_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3718508953024427704</id><published>2009-01-15T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:48:11.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Update</title><content type='html'>I don't have a "real" blog post today, but I wanted to let you know we got 5 inches of that wretched white stuff and it is a whopping 6 degrees outside.  I won't even tell you about the windchill.  Let's just say all of the brass monkeys stayed home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bundle up, stay warm and don't go out if you don't have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-3718508953024427704?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3718508953024427704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3718508953024427704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3718508953024427704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3718508953024427704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-update.html' title='Snow Update'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-2298516064288731709</id><published>2009-01-13T11:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:30:24.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say no to snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWy-x4hb72I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zADp2-gaK-A/s1600-h/My_Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290813426448985954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWy-x4hb72I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zADp2-gaK-A/s320/My_Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They (whoever "they" are) say, "If you don't like the weather in Ohio, just wait five minutes and it will change" That right there is some truth told, let me tell ya. I swear, this state is the only place you can use your snow tires, windhsiled wipers and the sunroof all in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True to form, the weather is changing and I don't like it, not one bit. I'm having a temper tantrum and stomping my foot about it. Snow is on its way from some arctic region north of here and the temperatures are dropping. Fridays high is 4 degrees. 4!? That isn't even a temperature! BRR! Please bring me balmy, sunny weather. I'd be forever indebted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWzBcjFbZWI/AAAAAAAAABE/7pXPdq1TkmI/s1600-h/d6132ebe810150a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290816358451996002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWzBcjFbZWI/AAAAAAAAABE/7pXPdq1TkmI/s320/d6132ebe810150a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the native Ohioan that I am, I'm going to make the best of it. There is plenty of firewood. I'm putting the flannel sheets back on the bed. I'll dress in layers. I have plenty of hot cocoa in the cupboard and I'm going to go buy sleds for the kidlets. I hope it isn't too cold for them to play outside. If it is, I guess I'll have to get my butt kicked playing Pictureka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatdo you like to do when its cold outside?&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/4299827635592602335-2298516064288731709?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/2298516064288731709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=2298516064288731709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2298516064288731709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2298516064288731709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-say-no-to-snow.html' title='Just say no to snow!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWy-x4hb72I/AAAAAAAAAA8/zADp2-gaK-A/s72-c/My_Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1845228237669358949</id><published>2009-01-12T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:33:33.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 questions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let's play!   Copy and paste this into your blog and answer the questions yourself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Planned a funeral&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My 2008 resolution was to obey the speed limit.  It worked for about a month. For this year it is to stop using the phrase G*d D**n.  I’m a work in progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes.  My husband died in Feb.  later that year, 6 more people I was very close to all died within a month of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No countries, but I did go to Missouri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mental stability, sense of self.&lt;/span&gt; 7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; 2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11-08  It’s the day my world changed forever.  It’s even tattooed on my back. 5-26-08 is the day I totaled my car.7-4-08 is a good one, too, along with 12-25-08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I began teaching classes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? Not being able to keep track of things. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Oh, my, yes. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I lost my voice in March, broke my finger in November, and in between all that there was too much to keep track of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Board &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Games for the kidlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you get really, really, really excited about? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My trip to Missouri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13. What song will always remind you of 2008? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Want To, by Sugarland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you wish you’d done more of? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Appreciating what I have right here, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you wish you’d done less of? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Did you fall in love in 2008? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Many times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the best book you read? &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was your favorite film of this year? &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wanted.  Not because it was a particularly good movie, but because it was the first date for me and my sweetie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who did you miss? &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My husband, my grandma, my friend Jim.  I miss my kids every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.   &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You can’t waste a single day.  NOT. ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1845228237669358949?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1845228237669358949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1845228237669358949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1845228237669358949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1845228237669358949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-questions.html' title='20 questions....'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1208475439606247664</id><published>2009-01-12T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:59:02.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is REVERB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWs-a90asJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uFowYGdWZAA/s1600-h/3184815257_6f8577383c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290390820268716178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWs-a90asJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uFowYGdWZAA/s320/3184815257_6f8577383c_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I REVERB, do you? www.thisisreverb.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1208475439606247664?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1208475439606247664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1208475439606247664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1208475439606247664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1208475439606247664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-reverb.html' title='This is REVERB'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWs-a90asJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/uFowYGdWZAA/s72-c/3184815257_6f8577383c_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-4445525277362807102</id><published>2009-01-09T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:08:49.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWd1nnDDPqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PzQYLrPPsqI/s1600-h/easy_mac_cups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289325610727063202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWd1nnDDPqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PzQYLrPPsqI/s320/easy_mac_cups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once my newphew asked me what my favorite food was.  I toldhim I hve two: spaghetti, and hot dogs and macaroni and cheese.  He laughed hysterically and I didn't understand why.  He told met hat I like "broke food" - the stuff you eat when you can't afford anything else.  That was several years ago and my tastes haven't changed.  I LOVE mac and cheese in any way, shape or form and at any time of day.  Now, don't get me wrong, I love a perfectly grilled chicken breast with a balsamic reduction wth oven roasted baby vegetables.  I can be as gourmet as anyone, but when I want comfort food, I turn to mac and cheese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today for breakfast at work I had a cup of Kraft Easy mac.  I nuked that sucker in the microwave and was happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever tried Easy Mac?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your favorite food?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-4445525277362807102?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/4445525277362807102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=4445525277362807102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4445525277362807102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4445525277362807102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-my-newphew-asked-me-what-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SWd1nnDDPqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PzQYLrPPsqI/s72-c/easy_mac_cups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6525426845544757555</id><published>2009-01-06T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:33:31.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amyisms</title><content type='html'>It's cold, dreary and rainy.  I'm tired.  I have a lot to get done today.  So, those, gentle readers, are the reasons why this post is going to be full of randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Amyisms are things that I say that sometimes don't really make a lot of sense.  They come from some deep seated strangeness inside my psyche, or maybe from The Man in the Flaming Pie (that is a Beatles reference, in case you didn't know.)  Maybe its some kind of defect in my DNA because my regifting sister L mixes words up. (bay hale, carchoal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my more frequent Amyisms.  Feel free to use them at your own whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can put boots in an oven but that don't make 'em biscuits"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  (this phrase was actually spoken by the G-Man, Gerald Swingle during a bass tournament, but I made it mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm about to fall down on you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (This is a refernce to the movie Falling Down, meaning I'm about to lose it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are going to have a Come to Jesus meeting!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Its gonna be all bad for someone."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This is usually paired up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Someone is about to have a bad day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't have kids of my own to beat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I used to tell my nieces and nephews this all the time.  They thought it was funny when they were little.  They still think it's funny now that they are grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get to gettin'!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (The translation for this is HURRY FASTER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm lobbying for an Amy Jo lane."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I drive fast and think everyone else should, too.  But they don't.  Someday I will start a petition to have my very own amy Jo lane on the highway where only people who actually go the speed limit can drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is like trying to sort cats"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; used to describe a difficult task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, tell me, what -ism do you have?&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/4299827635592602335-6525426845544757555?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6525426845544757555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6525426845544757555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6525426845544757555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6525426845544757555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/amyisms.html' title='Amyisms'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7739877768216201873</id><published>2009-01-02T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:37:28.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You say you want a Resolution...</title><content type='html'>It's the new year and everyone and their brother is making resolutions.  I think that resolutions are less about reaching a goal and more about changing yourself, so I always make strange resolutions...never "I'm going to lose 10 lbs." or "I'm going to be more organized".  I think about ONE thing about me that I really want or need to change, and I give it a go. My resolution last year was to obey the speed limit. (It worked for about a month.)  One year it was to be nicer to my sisters. (I was) another year it was to keep my check book balanced all the time. (I was good about 80% of the time) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been thinking about what I want to change.  There are a lot.  I want to be a more patient person.(you can stop laughing now) I want to be more tolerant.  I want to be more appreciative of the little things.  I want to learn how to let go of stressful things.  I want to learn how to actually &lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt; my life, not just fill my time with busy work.  I want to find out who I &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; am, and what I &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; like. Some are going to take more work than others.  Some things I will be successful.  Some things I will fail miserably. That's OK.  What I'm truly hoping for is that the process...the being aware of it, making a concerted effort, recognizing it...will make me a better person and that the people who love me will see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the smaller scale, I've decided to try and stop using a particular swearing phrase.  Not so successful so far, but I'm working on it.  I've got 363 days to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you hoping for in 2009?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7739877768216201873?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7739877768216201873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7739877768216201873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7739877768216201873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7739877768216201873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-say-you-want-resolution.html' title='You say you want a Resolution...'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7820834769470530022</id><published>2008-12-31T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:48:18.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My life is strange and chaotic all the time but this has been a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; strange and chaotic year for me.  There has been so much happen to me that I can't even begin to list it here but each and every event, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it was good or bad, has been a blessing and a learning experience.  I thought I'd share some of the life lessons I got this year. some are serious, some aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.  Let the people you love know everyday how important they are to you because you never know when you might not get that chance again, and you will forever regret all of the things you should have said.&lt;/span&gt; (I'm sorry, Mark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. When tragedy strikes, you really learn who your friends are and who really knows you, and who doesn't. (Thanks Nanc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Life sucks and it isn't fair.  Hope for the best, prepare for the worst and hope it comes out even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. Never put your pjs on to drive home after a race at 1:30 am and say "no one's going to see me anyway" because it's no fun to stand along side the interstate wearing your striped pajamas waiting for the Highway Patrol to get there because you crashed headfirst into the guardrail at 2 in the morning on Memorial Day. &lt;em&gt;**and the officer will not believe that you haven't been drinking BECAUSE you are wearing pajamas***&lt;/em&gt; (Cris and Bill, you were right, I should have stayed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5. I am stronger than I think.  There were times when I was sure that I couldn't survive one more minute, and there were times that I actually prayed for death, but those times passed and I am all the better for it. (Thanks Sandy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;6.  I am not as strong as I think I am.  There were times when I thought I could handle anything and all it took was one small thing to topple the house of cards. (thanks again Sandy) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Never underestimate the cleverness and determination of your pets.  They will always surprise you. (Buddy, why do you get the ramen noodles?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. When the internet tells you that a trip is going to take 12 hours to drive and you think it will really only take 10 because you drive like the devil is chasing you, it will really take 15 or 16 hours to get there because the universe conspires against you. (Branson, MO- nuff said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Always read the alcohol content on a bottle of wine you've never had before, especially if you have to work the next day.  Trust me on this one, it will save you a terrible hangover. (Thanks, bottle of Terra White and your 13% alcohol content)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;10.  You can't make sense out of everything.  Some things don't have a set of instructions, or someone to tell you how to handle it.  You just have to wing it and find your own way to get through it.(thanks Weesa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;11. The people who work at the house depot place don't belive a woman can purchase a riding lawn mower by herself.  I showed them, didn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;12.  Cigarettes, coffee and alcohol is a very BAD diet. (thanks Maxwell House, Camel lights and Cafe Zinfandel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. Don't assume that you know what is best for you.  You aren't always right. &lt;/span&gt;(I admit, I'm not always right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14.  You don't always have to be strong and capable.  Sometimes you need to be vulnerable and let someone take care of you. (thanks Shawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15.  Something that seems like a very simple act is actually one of the kindest, most caring things that someone can do for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(thanks for feeding me macaroni and cheese.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;16. When you wake up in the morning after consuming copious amounts of Ketel One &amp;amp; Grey Goose and you think you feel fine, you don't. Really, you don't  Go back to bed and sleep for at least 6 more hours. AND, being near any kind of breakfast food the same morning is a VERY. BAD. IDEA. (thanks everyone at the hotel bar in Cleveland.  I hope you felt as bad as I did the next day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND FINALLY, # 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Always, undeniably,&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE WINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (thanks Pastor Ryan and all my friends and family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a safe and happy new year and that life brings you many valuable lessons in 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7820834769470530022?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7820834769470530022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7820834769470530022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7820834769470530022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7820834769470530022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-learned-this-year.html' title='What I learned this year'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-4888377906406472489</id><published>2008-12-29T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:25:22.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Re-Gifting</title><content type='html'>Are you a Seinfeld fan?  If so, then you know what a regifter is.  My sister L took regifting to its highest art form this year and it was freaking hilarious!  Last year right after Christmas my family collectively decided that there would be no gifts this year and we were all fine with that.  Right before Thanksgiving this year we discussed it again and we were all still fine with that.  Cool.  Less shopping, less $$$$ to spend, less wrapping.  Its all good. &lt;br /&gt;My sister L interpreted "no gifts" to mean something different.  In her mind, no gifts meant it was OK as long as she &lt;em&gt;didn't spend any money on the item.&lt;/em&gt;  I know you might be imagining some sort of lovely hand made, heartfelt gift.  Not a chance.  No, my sister took all of the things that she had been given as gifts that she didn't want or need and re-gifted them to all of us. The cherry on top was when she said "this is all the junk I don't want".  It was one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed. My other sister laughed unil she had tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a lesson in one man's trash is another man's treasure because we swapped and traded and in the end everyone got something they wanted and L got rid of her junk.  I asked "What is next year's theme - Yard Sale?"  I meant it as a joke but the idea has taken off.  So it looks like I'll be scouring all of the garage sales and flea markets looking for that one perfect item that screams "Merry Christmas!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-4888377906406472489?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/4888377906406472489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=4888377906406472489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4888377906406472489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4888377906406472489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift-of-re-gifting.html' title='The Gift of Re-Gifting'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-116280591808185169</id><published>2008-12-23T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:04:30.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SVEoFdV58cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SEUpNbIhEuQ/s1600-h/pic241159_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283047912123265474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SVEoFdV58cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SEUpNbIhEuQ/s320/pic241159_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We allowed the kidlets to open up one present that was to both of them this weekend. We bought them the Pictureka! game. Its a game where you have to find certain objects in a picute, sort of like eye spy or Where's Waldo. Let me tell you, this game is F.U.N.! We played on teams, first girls against boys, then we switched, but basically it was always 1 adult paired with 1 child. I think the adults had more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are looking for a fun game for the family, this is it. If you're looking for a good party game, this is it. I bet it could even be turned into a game to be played in the car with a little imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What games do you like to play as a family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-116280591808185169?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/116280591808185169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=116280591808185169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/116280591808185169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/116280591808185169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-game.html' title='I love this game!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SVEoFdV58cI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SEUpNbIhEuQ/s72-c/pic241159_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-382952241319441312</id><published>2008-12-19T14:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:54:54.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://thisisreverb.com'/><title type='text'>Questions no one asks me.</title><content type='html'>You've read in my previous posts that I like to read the This is Reverb blog by Ryan.  Today his blog is about questions that no one asks him and he tagged his readers to do the same and link it back to his blog.  So I am.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.  What do you do unwind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, no one asks this question because they know I don't have time to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;    If I had free time I would make a pot of coffee or some tea, or maybe even open a bottle of wine, get a good book, bake some cookies and get into a luxurious bubble bath with music playing and shut out the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.  Why do you have 5 jobs&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;     I had 3 jobs before my husband died and took on the 4th one as a result of his death. (I took over his position as township clerk)  Then I quit one of the first three jobs.  Then this spring I was asked to develop a set of training classes and the money was to good to turn down.  It was so successful that I decided to teach another series of classes for the same company.  Right now, I'm back at 3 jobs for the time being but 2 are full time plus.  I like to keep busy and I like to help people learn and having so many jobs does that, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Why don't you like to eat shrimp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It looks like intestines.  I just can't get past the way it looks. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4.  How many colors has your hair been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them.  I can't even remember what the natural color is, ut I can tell you that I've got more grey than I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5.  If you were given $100 with the instructions to spend it frivolously on yourself, what would you spend it on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pedicure and a massage and if anything was left over, some tea or coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6.  How many tattoos do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, six.  I'd like to have more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-382952241319441312?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/382952241319441312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=382952241319441312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/382952241319441312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/382952241319441312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions-no-one-asks-me.html' title='Questions no one asks me.'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8569985721486439996</id><published>2008-12-16T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:13:33.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me. Want. COOKIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SUfupIZeQHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M9AGLrPpGpA/s1600-h/cookiemf.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451478511566962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SUfupIZeQHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M9AGLrPpGpA/s320/cookiemf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cookies are a weakness of mine. The sprinkles and the frosting are too tempting. I can't pass them up. They call out to me, beckoning me. It's a curse, I tell ya, and you can see it plainly on my size 16 behind. It's that time of year and everyone is baking cookies or making candy or some other sinful fattenting thing that tastes so good it should be illegal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I like to bake cookies for my kids and send them to them in the mail and this is the recipe I like to use.  I don't frost them though, the icing gets too smoshed.  Just sprinkles.  sometimes I put in a can of store bought frosting so they can decorate them themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is your favorite cookie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHITE VELVET CUTOUTS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cups butter or margarine, softened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 pkg. (8 ozs) cream cheese, softened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 egg yolks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4-1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a mixing bowl, cream butter and cream cheese until light and fluffy. Add sugar, egg yolks and vanilla; mix well. Gradually add flour. Cover and chill 2 hours or until firm.Roll out on a floured surface to 1/4 in.thickness. Cut into 3-in. shapes; place 1 in. apart on greased baking sheets. Bake at 350 degrees for 10-12 minutes or until set (not browned). Cool 5 minutes; remove to wire racks to cool. YIELD: about 7 dozen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(that graphic is a book cover for FOOD! illustrated by Mike Pantuso.  You can find it on amazon.com if you like)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8569985721486439996?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8569985721486439996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8569985721486439996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8569985721486439996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8569985721486439996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-want-cookies.html' title='Me. Want. COOKIES!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SUfupIZeQHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/M9AGLrPpGpA/s72-c/cookiemf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1866032399876014112</id><published>2008-12-11T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:18:03.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello,  My name is Pip and I'm a caffeine addict.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SUEscPP3BOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vxI_7ca0DEE/s1600-h/caffeine.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278549101895943394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SUEscPP3BOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vxI_7ca0DEE/s320/caffeine.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love coffee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love everything about it.The way it smells, the way it tastes, the way it makes me feel. I can't function without it. There is just something about the whole coffee ritual that makes me feel good inside. It brings me great joy. I drink coffee to perk &lt;em&gt;(pun intended)&lt;/em&gt; me up and to calm me down. I drink it when I feel great and when I feel lousy. I even like SONGS about coffee (Cigarettes and Coffee by Otis Redding) One of the things that made me fall helplessly in love with my sweetie was that he fixes my coffee in the morning and brings it to me in my favorite coffee cup.  Yes, coffee and me, we're on good terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an interesting conversation about caffeine this morning at work and I was very surprised that caffeine is a psychotropic drug that can cause hallucinations. I was also very surprised that 90% of Americans consume more than the "recommended" amount of caffeine each day. I would have guessed that number to be higher. I can't think of one single person I know that doesn't drink coffee, tea, or pop (soda) or eat chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what is your guilty pleasure and how does it make you feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BTW-That is a caffeine molecule over on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4299827635592602335-1866032399876014112?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1866032399876014112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1866032399876014112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1866032399876014112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1866032399876014112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-my-name-is-pip-and-im-caffeine.html' title='Hello,  My name is Pip and I&apos;m a caffeine addict.'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SUEscPP3BOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vxI_7ca0DEE/s72-c/caffeine.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1968479233763711493</id><published>2008-12-09T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:59:07.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a mood, part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/ST6_6k8xK1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gku0c5xBsmE/s1600-h/Calvin+Mood.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277866826396674898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/ST6_6k8xK1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gku0c5xBsmE/s320/Calvin+Mood.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1968479233763711493?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1968479233763711493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1968479233763711493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1968479233763711493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1968479233763711493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-mood-part-one.html' title='In a mood, part one'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/ST6_6k8xK1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gku0c5xBsmE/s72-c/Calvin+Mood.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6215994256876040667</id><published>2008-12-09T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:57:19.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a mood</title><content type='html'>I am in a black mood today.  I feel mean and wicked and my temper is short.  I feel like the universe is conspiring against me. No one needs to thank me for my patience because it ran out a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;This mood started last night when I had to go pick up something I ordered for Christmas.  I drove 40 miles one way and when I got there the stupid place was closed.  So then I decided to do a little bit of shopping.  That seems like a harmless enough thing to do, doesn't it?  Well, apparently I was the only person in the place who thought so!  It was rudeness the likes of which I have never seen.  I didn't encounter one singe smiling person.  NOT ONE!  Everyone looked tired and rushed.&lt;br /&gt;It continued this morning when I was so busy at work I didn't know if I was coming or going.  And now it is being perpetuated by some business dealings I have with the bank.  Grr!&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it said that you become like the 5 people you are around the most.  I sure hope that my foul attitude doesn't rub off on anyone else today.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've issued myself a challenge or an ultimatum, what ever you want to call it.  I am going to find a way to be in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do to put yourself in a better mood?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-6215994256876040667?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6215994256876040667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6215994256876040667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6215994256876040667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6215994256876040667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-mood.html' title='In a mood'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6397355930311557125</id><published>2008-12-08T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:59:30.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Questions</title><content type='html'>2 inches of snow dropped this weekend and IT. IS. COLD.  I hate the cold. Where is my blanket and fuzzy socks? Why is it that people who have lived all thier lives in Ohio, a state where is snows, forget how to drive when the very first snowflake drops?  Is there some kind of mind altering chemical in those frozen little flakes?  It's a government conspiracy designed to drive up the cost of road salt and car insurance.  I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gram's funeral was Friday and I'm longing to know the answer to this question:  Why do people bring food when someone dies?  I think this practice is akin to religion inthe south.  They even have casseroles named for it!  Who hasn't eaten Funeral Potatoes at least once in their life? (And if you haven't you are missing out on one of the most delicious calorie and fat laden foods on earth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the number of socks you put INTO the washer never match what you take OUT of thw washer, and where do all those socks go?  I have a basket full of sock solos.  You would think at some point there would be 2 that match.  No dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my dog insist on dragging 1 package of Ramen noodles out of the pantry every day?  he doesn't eat them, he just gets the package out and takes it into the living room and puts it on the floor.  And while we are on the subject of my dog, why does he keep gettting into the drawer where I keep recipes?  I'm worried that he might be trying to teach himself how to cook.  If that happens bar the door Katie, we are all in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the tape disappear to every time I'm wrapping presents.  I start out the gift wrapping process all organized and stuff, with my tape and my scissors and my ribbons and name tages, but before I'm even done with the first package, everything has disappeared and I have to stop mid wrap to find it all again.  Gremlins, I swear it's gremlins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, help me figure it all out before I lose my mind.  And if I do lose my mind, it will probably be with the tape and the socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any burning questions you want to put out there to the internet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-6397355930311557125?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6397355930311557125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6397355930311557125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6397355930311557125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6397355930311557125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/burning-questions.html' title='Burning Questions'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1289198023318890083</id><published>2008-12-03T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:49:03.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish in one hand...you know the rest</title><content type='html'>I was reading some older posts on one of my favorite blogs, "This is Reverb" and found one that I thought was very interesting.  The blog writer is an associate pastor at a church in Cincinnatti and his name is Ryan.  He has views on religion that I enjoy reading about.  And he has the cutest little blonde haired child he calls Ava Beans.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan asked his readers to finish this sentence: "I wish I had..." I found some of the responses to be quite profound and moving.  SO, I am shamelessly blog lifting his post and asking you to finish the same question. (Sorry Ryan.  Hope you don't mind.  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more hours in a day or less to do so that I cold stop feeling like a hamster running on a wheel all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you had?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1289198023318890083?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1289198023318890083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1289198023318890083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1289198023318890083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1289198023318890083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish-in-one-handyou-know-rest.html' title='Wish in one hand...you know the rest'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6714661154511843388</id><published>2008-12-02T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:55:17.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got the Music IN me!</title><content type='html'>I love music of all kids.  Rap, Hip Hop, Jazz, Country, Heavy Metal, Alternative, Gospel, Bluegrass, Classical...all of it.  I even have song lyrics tattooed on my back. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Under the Bridge by RHCP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I suppose it started when I was in high school and dated a DJ.  I was over the moon about Angus Young and was probably the only person in my tiny little high school who knew who Yngwie Malmsteen was.  Other girls could have the athletic quarter backs or the preppy pretty boys but as for me and my house, my weakness was a guitar playing bad boy who drove a fast car with a big engine.&lt;br /&gt;     My taste in music has changed as I've gotten older, but only a little.  Just a year and a half ago I attended a Styx/Def Leppard concert and I still like to listen to Skid Row.  Country music never crossed my woofers and tweeters but now I like to watch CMT in the mornings before I go to work and can I even say enough about Roll With Me by Montgomery Gentry?  I'll even admit that it was the words in a Sugarland song that made me change my mind about dating my Sweetie. &lt;em&gt;(Never waste another day wondering what you threw away...Don't Want To)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have an eclectic mix of CDs in my car right now.  The ones I listen to the most are&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley's &lt;strong&gt;Legend&lt;/strong&gt; and something from John "Cougar" Mellencamp and any one of the 3 Sugarland CDs I own.  But right now, on this cold snowy day in Ohio, I am thoroughly enjoying my latest music purchase.  It is &lt;strong&gt;James Taylor at Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;.  If you like your traditional Christmas Carols kicked up a notch, and blended with some smooth easy jazzy music, this is the CD for you.  It even has River on it, which not a lot of holiday CDs have.  Natalie Cole sings Baby Its Cold Outside with Sweet Baby james and I have to say, it's probably my all time favorite version of that song.   It's stuck in my head this very minute.&lt;br /&gt;But the whole reason I bought this CD is because it has The Christmas Song on it and that is my all time very favorite-ist Christmas song ever (even though I much prefer the Nat King Cole version better)  My favorite lyric in the whole song is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I'm offering this simple phrase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To kids from 1 to 92&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although its been said many times, many ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What kind of music do you listen to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What is your favorite Christmas (or winter time) song?&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/4299827635592602335-6714661154511843388?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6714661154511843388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6714661154511843388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6714661154511843388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6714661154511843388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-got-music-in-me.html' title='I&apos;ve Got the Music IN me!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3351269197597562213</id><published>2008-12-01T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:44:40.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday + Cyber Monday = RUDE</title><content type='html'>I will joyfully admit that I am one of "those" people.  Yes, I am a Black Friday shopper.  For about the last 15 years I have gotten up at the butt crack of dawn just to go out and get the very best Christmas bargains possible.  Ask my sister L. about the time she went with me.  I had a very unfortunate incident trying to buy a bread maker.  (I'll tell you the story another time.) I have seen it all.  From people who obviously just rolled out of bed and came in their P- Jams and slippers, to the ones who stay up all night and camp by the front door of the store.  I've seen fights and tears and people who fall down inthe aisle.  I normally just go about my business and get what I'm there for and patiently wait in line and try to over look the rudenes and goofiness of the other shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I waited until later in the morning to go shopping because I craved sleep more than I craved a good deal.  I was shocked at the level of rudeness displayed by the other shoppers.  In all my yars of BF shopping, I've never seen people so blatantly rude.  I ran into a friend at one store and she said that one place she had been the people were so rude that she left her cart full of "stuff" in the middle of the store and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my Sweetie about this strange phenomena when I got home and he had an intersting take on it.  He said "Of course they were rude.  Everyone is p'd off because they're broke and can't afford to buy Christmas presents but they still have to be out shopping and spending money." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that really is the reason or not but it sounded good.  It made me think of a Christmas letter my parents received from friends in TX many years ago.  It said "Christmas is a strange time of year.  We decorate a dead tree, and stuff our socks full of candy and we spend money we don't have buying gifts for people we don't like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, did you go BF shopping and did you think the other shoppers were more rude than normal?  Why do you think that is?&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/4299827635592602335-3351269197597562213?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3351269197597562213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3351269197597562213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3351269197597562213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3351269197597562213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday-cyber-monday-rude.html' title='Black Friday + Cyber Monday = RUDE'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-7520019700739567358</id><published>2008-11-26T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:32:46.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilding the Lilly</title><content type='html'>"Gilding the lilly" is an expression that a lot of folks don't understand but I like to use it anyway.  It basically means adding excess to indulgence.   For example, if you poured double mocha fudge on top of the yummiest fudge trufles you've ever eaten, that would be gilding the lilly.&lt;br /&gt;So today when I was reading my most guiltiest pleasure, the Cake Wrecks blog, that was the only phrase that seemed to fit when I clicked on an ad and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delafee.com/romantic-gift-lollipop.php"&gt;http://www.delafee.com/romantic-gift-lollipop.php&lt;/a&gt;  A strawberry lollipop flecked with edible gold flakes.  It is described as a "romantic gift."  the only thing my warped mind could think of was "How do you get the gold flakes out of your teeth?" and "If it stuck there, would it look like a grille?"&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have a hard to buy for person on your Christmas list...you know the one who has EVERYTHING, get them one of these lollipops.  I bet a dollar it's the only one they get this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-7520019700739567358?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/7520019700739567358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=7520019700739567358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7520019700739567358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/7520019700739567358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/gilding-lilly.html' title='Gilding the Lilly'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3087887828517215231</id><published>2008-11-25T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:34:01.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thanksgiving Recipes</title><content type='html'>There are just some foods that I MUST have in order for it to be a "holiday".  Is your family like that?  In my family, we MUST have my Dad's mashed potatoes.  I've watched him make them a thousand times but I still can't do it like he does.   We also have to have noodles and home made rolls and 7 layer salad.  My sister makes a strawberry cake that is becoming a tradition, too.  I thought I'd share a couple of my favorite recipes for Thanksgiving, or any other big holiday meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Buttery Corn Casserole&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 can (5 ounces) evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons butter or margarine, melted, divided&lt;br /&gt;2 cans (15-1/4 ounces each) whole kernel corn, drained&lt;br /&gt;2 cups (8 ounces) shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 cup crushed butter-flavored crackers (about 24 crackers), divided&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, combine the eggs, milk, 2 tablespoons butter, corn, cheese and 1/2 cup cracker crumbs. Spoon into a greased 11-in. x 7-in. baking dish. Toss the remaining crumbs and butter; sprinkle over corn mixture. Bake, uncovered, at 350° for 25-30 minutes or until edges are bubbly. Yield: 6 servings.  (This recipe is from Taste of Home Magazine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cranberry Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 bag fresh cranberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;zest from one orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 jar red currant jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 Tbs. cornstarch mixed with 1 Tbs. cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cook the cranberries with the water and sugar until the berries burst.  Add in the orange zest and jelly and cook untilt he jelly melts.  Stir in the cornstarch mixture and cook until thickened.  Serve hot, cold or at room temperature.  If you like it sweeter, add more sugar.  I've even stirred in some packets of artificial sweetener at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What are your favorite holday recipes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-3087887828517215231?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3087887828517215231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3087887828517215231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3087887828517215231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3087887828517215231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-thanksgiving-recipes.html' title='My Thanksgiving Recipes'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-5660983303384709047</id><published>2008-11-24T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:51:08.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Since it is so close to Thanksgiving, I've found myself really reflecting on what I'm thankful for.  It is quite a bit different that what I was thankful for just one short year ago.  It makes me sad to realize how screwed up my priorities were and I'm sad that I didn't know what was to come and that I missed out on some really important things.&lt;br /&gt;Last year at this time I was being busy going to tax school and dreading the holiday season.  I am not a "holiday" person.  I just wanted a day off and time to wind down. To be honest, I can't even remeber spending time with my family or my husband's family, even though I know we went to both places for dinner.  What I DO remember is how irritated I was with all the running around and all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;This year, just 9 1/2 months after my husband died, I am truly thankful for my friends and family, and for all they have done to support me this year.  I'm thankful that I have things to be thankful for because 9 1/2 months ago I couldn't begin to wrap my head around what was going on.  I'm thankful that the experience has changed me.&lt;br /&gt;So, as a personal "shout out" to my friends and family, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the bottom of my heart for all you have done.  Maybe you stayed up late to talk on the phone with me, or delivered firewood or stopped and cleaned my house, or invited me to dinner, or just held my hand and let me cry, or helped me sort through stuff.  Maybe you offered advice, or maybe you stood back and let me figure it out on my own.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please know that I am truly thankful for all of it, and I appreciate every single kind gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What are you most thankful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&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/4299827635592602335-5660983303384709047?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/5660983303384709047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=5660983303384709047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5660983303384709047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5660983303384709047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-268168740122533594</id><published>2008-11-22T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:57:26.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Gram</title><content type='html'>My dad did something today that he has never done before and it scared me and made me upset. At 7:30 this morning he called me and was crying. The man who has held me and loved me through every terrible thing in my life was crying. He informed me that his mother, my Grammy, had died about 30 minutes before.&lt;br /&gt;She had been in a nursing home for a while because she had severe dementia, but it wasn’t Alzheimers. She couldn’t remember who any of her own children were and she didn’t understand where she was. She lives 3 h?rs away so I didn’t get to see her much. The last time I saw her was in April, right after her 92 birthday. She didn’t recognize me but when I was leaving, I sat on her bed and hugged her and she didn’t want to let go of me. It felt good and in my own mind, I believe that she had a brief flash of light in her confused mind and knew that I was her grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;My Grammy was a knitter and she used to make the most beautiful baby clothes. She even knitted clothes for my dolls. When her house had to be sold, I asked for her knitting needles. They are in a box in my craft room. There is even a swatch left on one of the needles where she was trying to gauge the knit, or whatever you call it. I can’t knit but every time I see them or hold them in my hand I think of her with fondness.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my Gram terribly but I know that she was tired and ready to go. Go hug your grandma today, and while you’re at it, tell your Dad he’s great.&lt;br /&gt;What memory do you have of your Gram ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-268168740122533594?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/268168740122533594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=268168740122533594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/268168740122533594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/268168740122533594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/remembering-gram.html' title='Remembering Gram'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-2581602904023542126</id><published>2008-11-21T08:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:20:56.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Random Friday</title><content type='html'>It's Friday and boy am I glad.  It seems like this week has lasted a lifetime.   I'm full of random stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any fun and exciting plans for the weekend?  Sweetie's children are coming to my house this weekend.  I love them so much!  Son has a basketball game on Sunday so that will be fun for us.  I'm going on a super secret squirrel Christmas mission this weekend and I'm hoping I can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the grocery store yesterday.  What chaos!  I swear there was nearly a fight over the frozen turkeys.  Husbands and wives were forming tag team pairs to dive into the freezer cases.  I think I even saw one woman with a map and a battle plan.  It was like they were saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUST.  HAVE.  TURKEY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Don't even get me started about the cranberry sauce aisle.  I was frightened.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. appointment for my finger yesterday.  Have to wear this awesome splint for another week.  I got to keep my X-rays.  I think I might frame them and hang them in my living room.  They would make awesome Halloween decorations.&lt;br /&gt;I went Chrsitmas shopping after my Dr. appointment.  I saw a woman who although she was quite pretty and dressed very stylishly, she had the sourest look on her face.  All that pretty was lost on her because of the scowl she wore. It looked like she swallowed a bug.  Her eyebrows were all scrunched up and she was frowning.  I felt bad for her.  I wanted to tell her "If it's that bad just go home and put your PJs on" but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;My addiction needs fed.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUST. HAVE. COFFEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;What are your random thoughts today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-2581602904023542126?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/2581602904023542126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=2581602904023542126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2581602904023542126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2581602904023542126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-random-friday.html' title='Happy Random Friday'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-5321282042585573962</id><published>2008-11-20T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:08:58.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>I always say that I'm not named Grace for a reason.  I tend to be quite accident prone, hence the broken finger. I trip over things all the time.  I'm really good at burns and cuts, too.  Then there was the time I fell on the steps while cooking Easter dinner for my whole family, and burned my arm later the same day, but that is another story. Today, that isn't the kind of grace I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;     The Merriam Webster lists this as the definition of &lt;strong&gt;grace&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;a: unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctification b: a virtue coming from God c: a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine grace2 a d: disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemency.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;I try not to discuss my own personal views on religion and I don't want anyone to be offended by today's post. &lt;br /&gt;     My sister L. is a person who prays and many times I have asked her to pray for me.  What I find intersting is that she always asks God to give me the grace that I need to deal with whatever problem it is at the time.  And somehow, it always works.&lt;br /&gt;     The first thing this morning I found myself asking God for grace.  Before I had even finished my coffee my patience was tried and tested to it's limit.  I was irritated, I was mad and I felt used.  I bitched and complained about it for a minute (OK, more like 15) and then I realized it wasn't doing a darn bit of good.  So, I asked God for grace.  Ask me later how it's going.&lt;br /&gt;     The words to this hymn are posted on my wall and I keep reading them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me be a little kinder, let me be a little blinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To the faults of those around me.  Let me praise a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me be when I am weary, just a little more cheery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Think a little more of others, and a little less of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me be alittle braver, when temptation bids me waver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me strive alittle harder to be all that I should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me be a little meeker with a brother who is weaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let me thik more of my neighbor and a little less of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe between the praying and the reading I'll be able to let it go and be a graceful person.  Either that or I won't have any accidents today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do you handle trying situations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-5321282042585573962?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/5321282042585573962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=5321282042585573962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5321282042585573962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5321282042585573962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8391664238230282667</id><published>2008-11-19T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:56:23.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's COLD outside!</title><content type='html'>BRRR shitzky!  It is frigid outside!  When I got up this morning the local news said it was 17 deg.  That is just 2 deg. away from the all time low record set in 1951.  It isn't even December yet and it's cccccooolllllddddd!  I hate it!  Bring back the lovely balmy sping like weather.  Bring back the sunshine.  Bring back the green grass and leafy trees.  Please?  Anyone?  Please?&lt;br /&gt;When it gets this cold outside all I want to do is curl up with a snuggly blanket and one of my dogs and hibernate.  Since that really isn't an option, my second choice is to have some kind of fat laden-stick to your ribs-fill your belly- warm your soul kind of soup.  The kind that you'd be farther ahead to rub on your behind than to eat because that's where its going to end up anyway.  Although this isn't really a "recipe" so to speak, but more of a suggestion of ingredients, this is one of my favorite winter time soups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broccoli Ham and Cheese Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;You will need: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 boxes of chopped frozen broccoli.  &lt;em&gt;Nuke 'em in the microwave for about 3 minutes to thaw them out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Some diced ham chunks, how ever much you think your soup needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;1 can of cream of chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;1 can of chicken broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Velveeta- the amount is up to you- I&lt;em&gt; use the 2% kind because I think it will make me skinny (ha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Some butter (about a tablespoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some milk (a few cups worth)&lt;em&gt; Again I use 1% for the same reason listed with the Velveeta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe some corn starch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Start by melting your butter in a big old pot.  Throw in the ham and and cook it until it just starts to brown a little.  Add the broccoli and the chicken broth and cook on a medium -ish heat until the broccoli is almost done.  Add the milk.  I start with about 2 cups and add more if I think I need it.  Next, add in the velveeta.  I use about 3 to 4 inches off the end of the big loaf.  Like I said, the amount is up to you.  Cook until the cheese is all melted then add in the cream of chicken soup.  If you want it thicker, and I always do, make a slurry with a couple of teaspoons of cornstarch and some cold water and stir it in the soup and cook it until it thickens up.  Season with salt and pepper or what ever spices you enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is awesome with some biscuits or home made rolls and like all soup, its better the next day.  It's also very versatile.  If broccoli isn't your thing, leave it out and used diced potatoes and saute some chopped onions with the ham.  If you're out of ham that day, use sliced kielbasa or smoked sausage. If you're a vegetarian, leave out the ham and substitute vegetable broth and cream of celery or cream of broccoli soup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8391664238230282667?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8391664238230282667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8391664238230282667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8391664238230282667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8391664238230282667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s COLD outside!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-4588570939627638075</id><published>2008-11-18T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:17:06.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>If my typing is full of typographical errors today, I apologize in advance.  You see, I broke the ring finger on my right hand Saturday night while stacking firewood.  It's swelled up and is the lovliest shade of "brusie" that I've ever seen. I went to the local "doc in a box" place on Sunday morning.  The doctor was very nice and he offered to write me off work.  The nurse came in with a giant set of tin snips and a long piece of aluminum to make a splint.  So, I left the place with a ginormous splint, a set of instructions telling me to eleveate my hand and an Rx for vicodin, or black out in a bottle as I like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm totally learning how much I use that finger.  I also think I'm trying to set a world record for bumping it as many times in a day as humanly possible.  If you think something sticks out like a sore thumb, try having it stick out like a broken ring finger.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it heals quickly and I get the splint off in time to make pies for Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-4588570939627638075?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/4588570939627638075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=4588570939627638075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4588570939627638075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/4588570939627638075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8608784902081897040</id><published>2008-11-14T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:42:02.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Read a Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Go Read a Book!"&lt;/strong&gt; is what my mother used to tell me when I said there was nothing to do.  That is what started my lifelong love of books and reading.  I read EVERYTHING...from newspapers to cereal boxes to trashy romance books to non fiction historical books.  I even read books I don't like because I have a wierd compulsion to finish a book to the very end.  I read because I need something to distract me from the every day minutae of life.  I read for entertainment.  I read to gain knowledge.  I read just to read.&lt;br /&gt;When people ask what my favorite book is, I can't answer.  I've read too many books to have a favorite.  However, there are books that I will read over and over and over.  Anything by Julie Garwood, The Bridges of Madison County, The Second Coming of Lucy Hatch, Bad Girl Creek and Dancing at the Harvest moon are just a few that fit into that category.  Oh! The Places You'll Go!  by Dr. Seuss is another one.  I read it every 4 or 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;When my husband died, I learned that you really learn who your friends are and who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;knows you.  My dear friend N. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; knows me.  I love her! She brought a goody bag to the calling hours and in it was Twizzlers and a book. (I'm allergic to chocolate so Twizzlers is one of my favorite candies)  The book was called Sisters.  Its about the experiences of a family of 4 sisters after their mother is killed and one sister is blinded in a car wreck.  It was a perfect gift and I really appreciated the thought she put into it.  Recently, my own sister C. told me she had just read the best book.  Guess what it was?  Yep, Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am reading The Carrot Cake Murder.  It's a Hanna Swenson mystery by Joanne Fluke.  I like her books because they are full of yummy recipes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you read?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8608784902081897040?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8608784902081897040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8608784902081897040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8608784902081897040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8608784902081897040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-read-book.html' title='Go Read a Book!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-3076920052351169559</id><published>2008-11-13T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:01:06.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when a plan comes together!</title><content type='html'>I teach classes about wastewater.  I know, sounds glamorous, doesn't it?  Anyway, 4 people I work with take the class. They have studied and put in extra time and made flash cards and really gone the extra mile.  I'm proud of them.  Last night was the final exam.  We had review sessions a week ago.  They all got As!  In fact everyone in the class got an A on the final.  Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if what I'm trying to convey actually makes sense.  (Sometimes I wonder if I'm really speaking Chinese and I'm the only person who understands me.)  I guess this time it made sense.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think that what you say doesn't make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-3076920052351169559?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/3076920052351169559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=3076920052351169559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3076920052351169559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/3076920052351169559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-it-when-plan-comes-together.html' title='I love it when a plan comes together!'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-5779632155906980232</id><published>2008-11-12T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:47:33.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Off</title><content type='html'>I had yesterday off work for Veteran's Day.  To prolong my weekend I took Monday off, too, giving me a 4 day weekend.  It was GREAT!  My sweetie let me sleep in on Monday, which is something I never get to do.  I got my hair cut and colored. (Yes, I have to hide the grey)  Then on Tuesday I got to sleep in AGAIN &lt;&gt;and I went shopping.  I picked up a few things for Christmas and even wrapped a few presents.  I so enjoyed not being at work!&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you get a day off to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- christmas is 42 days away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-5779632155906980232?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/5779632155906980232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=5779632155906980232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5779632155906980232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/5779632155906980232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-off.html' title='A Day Off'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-1319247006792689814</id><published>2008-11-07T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:42:06.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Child Smile</title><content type='html'>If you read my profile you know that I'm into reading blogs and rubber stamping.  Today's post marries the two. (And since I drink coffeee while I'm reading blogs, I guess that makes it a three way of my addictions!)&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the fact that I have no biological children, I strongly believe that you should do everything that you can do to make children feel like they are important, special and loved.  So, when I read about Make a Child Smile on a card making blog, my heart sang. &lt;a href="http://www.makeachildsmile.org/"&gt;www.makeachildsmile.org&lt;/a&gt; is a website dedicated to children who are hospitalized with terminal illnesses.  It invites people to mail cards to these kids to brighten their day.  I love to get mail that isn't a bill so I can only imagine how they light up at receiving a card or a note of encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;I'm asking you to please check out this website and pickup an extra card when you're out shopping, or go the extra step (if you're crafty) and make a card and drop it in the mail.  Get your kids involved, invite your Sunday School class or girl scout troop to help.  I can promise you, your effort will be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-1319247006792689814?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/1319247006792689814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=1319247006792689814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1319247006792689814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/1319247006792689814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/make-child-smile.html' title='Make a Child Smile'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-2815112343479191583</id><published>2008-11-06T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:15:32.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things we do for the people we love</title><content type='html'>I have been dating someone I've known since I was 9 years old.  His name is Shawn.  Shawn is incredibly understanding about my situation and is very sensitive to the fact that I carry a lot of baggage associated with becoming a widow.  He's awesome and I appreciate what he does, even though I don't know why he does it.   So, when he asks me to cook or bake something for him I usually say yes, even if it's something I've never made before.  Such was the case yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;We were having a conversation about pumpkin pie and I said I like pumpkin cheesecake in a gingersnap crust.  He asked me to make one and I told him that I've never made a baked cheesecake and didn't know how, to which he replied "Google it!"  So I did. &lt;br /&gt;This is the recipe I found at &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/"&gt;www.kraftfoods.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I baked it last night and it was awesome!  He was impressed.  I tweaked it slightly and put the changes at the end.  If you have never made a baked cheesecake give this one a whirl.  It's fairly simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Philadelphia 3 Step Pumpkin cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;2-8 oz. pkg. PHILADELPHIA Cream Cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup  canned pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp.  vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Dash  ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;Dash ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;2   eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 HONEY MAID Graham Pie Crust (6 oz.) ( I made my own- see note)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup  thawed COOL WHIP Whipped Topping&lt;br /&gt;PREHEAT oven to 350°F. Beat cream cheese, pumpkin, sugar, vanilla and spices in large bowl with electric mixer on medium speed until well blended. Add eggs; beat just until blended.&lt;br /&gt;POUR into crust.&lt;br /&gt;BAKE 40 min. or until center is almost set. Cool. Refrigerate 3 hours or overnight. Top with whipped topping just before serving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***Note***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made my own graham cracker crust using cinnamon graham crackers, butter, sugar and ground (dried) ginger to make it taste more like a ginger snap.  I put it in the bottom only of a springform pan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I left out the nutmeg just because I didn't have any.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used slightly more pumpkin because I didn't get out a measuring cup.  It was probably closer to 1 cup but it didn't hurt the final product.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sprinkled cinnamon on top of the cheeseckae before baking it becuase it jsut looked pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I placed a pan of water on the bottom shelf of the oven to help keep the top of the cheesecake from cracking.  It worked well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-2815112343479191583?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/2815112343479191583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=2815112343479191583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2815112343479191583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/2815112343479191583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-we-do-for-people-we-love.html' title='The things we do for the people we love'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-72147658269967377</id><published>2008-11-05T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:58:47.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>A few years ago I began taking thyroid medications and I wasn't supposed to eat anything for 2 hrs after I took it.  Since I was supposed to take it first thing in the morning, that meant breakfast had to wait.  I got into the habit of bringing something with me to work and eating it at my desk.  It used to be instant grits or packets of instant oatmeal bt I have moved on from that.  My new favorite thing portable thing for breakfast right now is Bagelfuls.  Now, I'm not getting paid to advertise or anything.  I'm just a fan.  They are like a cream cheese filled bagel stick that you heat up in the microwave.  I like cinnamon but the strawberry ones are pretty good too.  They also make a plain version but who wants that when cinnamon and strawberry are waiting for you?&lt;br /&gt;So, what is your favorite breakfast thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-72147658269967377?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/72147658269967377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=72147658269967377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/72147658269967377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/72147658269967377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-8285305925418314151</id><published>2008-11-04T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:05:39.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>November 4, 2008.  Election Day.  Ohio is an early voting state so I voted last week.  My polling place was moved to a complete other town and I couldn't make it there today so I went to the board of election office and voted there.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of wether you are a republican or a democrat, this is a historic election.  Get out and vote.  Be a part of it.  Besides, you get a cool "I voted" sticker that you can rock the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-8285305925418314151?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/8285305925418314151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=8285305925418314151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8285305925418314151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/8285305925418314151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4299827635592602335.post-6200675097315898152</id><published>2008-11-03T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:04:38.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><title type='text'>The First Step is Admitting That You Have a Problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; admit. I'm shamelessly addicted to reading blogs.  It's like reality tv for the internet.  So, I decided to start my own blog.  I don't know if I really have anything brilliant or life changing to say to the cyber world, but I'm giving it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4299827635592602335-6200675097315898152?l=flourgirlpip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/feeds/6200675097315898152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4299827635592602335&amp;postID=6200675097315898152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6200675097315898152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4299827635592602335/posts/default/6200675097315898152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flourgirlpip.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-step-is-admitting-that-you-have.html' title='The First Step is Admitting That You Have a Problem.'/><author><name>Pip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01709093276769384222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sDlJZJg6Nhc/SeTg8oTqc3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4r849TikuZo/S220/calvin_phone.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
