tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56339107249319222082024-02-07T00:50:40.617-05:00The Life of a Waterman's WifeAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-57470534859865313882010-01-02T12:21:00.000-05:002010-01-02T12:22:37.579-05:00The end of this....I moved! to <a href="http://hillbillygothic.blogspot.com/">HERE! </a>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-87484933316539383742009-12-30T08:02:00.002-05:002009-12-30T08:24:34.871-05:00Toes in the water ass in the sand....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhL_6KP_OdNlpT3Z7cGIYRF6g3UiX0H_yECE8Acv5Ex7c09KoddpNpbji-rhK7Acxj8Z9saqnbIkST2PLcfD7EUNS000C-uew0_-kEqqErqyM-4IrwGl8yIWeZ8T1UT3tGJ9hi6DZXBIC/s1600-h/DSC_8662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhL_6KP_OdNlpT3Z7cGIYRF6g3UiX0H_yECE8Acv5Ex7c09KoddpNpbji-rhK7Acxj8Z9saqnbIkST2PLcfD7EUNS000C-uew0_-kEqqErqyM-4IrwGl8yIWeZ8T1UT3tGJ9hi6DZXBIC/s320/DSC_8662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421019396351553634" border="0" /></a><br />Ok fine my toes are actually on a dash board but the point is.. on Friday the last day of the year 2009 is the last holiday that I care to celebrate until Island Time... so I want to skip the rest of the cold months please.<br /><br />Granted I have about 50 lbs of work to do in those cold months but if we can make the cold disappear maybe we can work that magic on the spare tire I am sick of carrying around with me. There is always hope right.. of course.. where there is wine there is hope! That could also be drunken stupidity but I prefer to call it hope that is just much nicer to say.<br /><br />As I sit here and try to figure out what else to say about hope <strike> and not coming up with a damn thing..... and after spending 15 minutes bitching to Kitty Litter about my lack of inspiration this morning</strike> I realize that Kitty Litter has a new beach chair for Island Time one that I had hoped to try out for myself (you never know when you will fall in love with a good beach chair) I also seem to remember that she very specifically stated that my ass was NOT to plop itself in it.... I am starting to think that some other people need to get to hoping... hoping that I don't hold that against them or they will be making baconless BLT's on their cute little table all alone.<br /><br />IS IT ISLAND TIME YET?????Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-26828104282576200652009-12-29T07:33:00.005-05:002009-12-29T09:27:16.561-05:00Just a little late.... as usual...Scenes of the Season....<br /><br />In typical Re fashion.. I am posting pictures of my holiday close to 5 days later. What can I say it is just how I am! I figured today would be a good day to post these shots as I am taking down the "stuff" today and this will be my final HOORA for the Christmas part of it. So today... you get to view a Waterwife's Christmas.. yippie fun I know...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cj-Q4haFNt5mY0dFJQBcMaqTU-elNiLYWgS7JHbSRSyHRyG7ARfWPXiuHg_kue03vgDWTm2-h8rbNOb8c4QN2Afw-dquXC3fRUwSj8MAB6Ijeltxm800Ai36xJ-CnmgkLVkiibT772tp/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cj-Q4haFNt5mY0dFJQBcMaqTU-elNiLYWgS7JHbSRSyHRyG7ARfWPXiuHg_kue03vgDWTm2-h8rbNOb8c4QN2Afw-dquXC3fRUwSj8MAB6Ijeltxm800Ai36xJ-CnmgkLVkiibT772tp/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662584224699538" border="0" /></a><br />I took this Christmas morning when I was the only one awake.. I don't think I slept all night. I was more excited than the kids!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmuljc6Te2xlhIqQKxD_DVLCWfTdg5LIQZ-yDVDYxglIHFNQam5YqJuXAjt-2dBqAIZ4WGq8KrYeyHo0W9mhtOH-CMBc8NE6X9kGb94-qafuPLsZvn8ea8zuonSZx_x65B7AbIDl-XjhQ/s1600-h/sky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmuljc6Te2xlhIqQKxD_DVLCWfTdg5LIQZ-yDVDYxglIHFNQam5YqJuXAjt-2dBqAIZ4WGq8KrYeyHo0W9mhtOH-CMBc8NE6X9kGb94-qafuPLsZvn8ea8zuonSZx_x65B7AbIDl-XjhQ/s320/sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662580738423506" border="0" /></a>I then peeked out the door and saw the MOST gorgeous sky... my present.. a pink and orange sky... sisters even in nature...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYoF4FPrvHbIURYFN0NZkE5Edn7Cuf3fe-QQIEV-0OGoAxnNnziUAGc_lH5C-dz5TV-GKctYF-IyH-6GLdgHSSWcV1QzS5BBUY-ULrpxxQQh8n5KGxaVfxqekzg-E-lSBGA4XhcHMluSP/s1600-h/mummy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYoF4FPrvHbIURYFN0NZkE5Edn7Cuf3fe-QQIEV-0OGoAxnNnziUAGc_lH5C-dz5TV-GKctYF-IyH-6GLdgHSSWcV1QzS5BBUY-ULrpxxQQh8n5KGxaVfxqekzg-E-lSBGA4XhcHMluSP/s320/mummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662562715104898" border="0" /></a>I walked in the house to find a mummy laying on my sofa... poor guy... I woke him up at 4 am.. we didn't go to bed until 2 am...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiReNVS-idvHaBDnWilUGzTN0UAROFhZ37V92pXsYu4VEnkjjS94nHLLggH2eCd_ABxGxM0cE41QVtm4WjB53cKr4tRuUn5tElTzRHFjy1OJSbkkcwBzido0kUF07zVxLMyL5TK5Xxlhiav/s1600-h/shocked+not.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiReNVS-idvHaBDnWilUGzTN0UAROFhZ37V92pXsYu4VEnkjjS94nHLLggH2eCd_ABxGxM0cE41QVtm4WjB53cKr4tRuUn5tElTzRHFjy1OJSbkkcwBzido0kUF07zVxLMyL5TK5Xxlhiav/s320/shocked+not.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662572860486994" border="0" /></a>Yea I am shocked at this shot.. NOT!!!!! dang kid people will start to think your face melted off or something!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLHqXKUqSg007Pgr3NHJbwvNVT9fMqOF-0DjzKxAQNAvV_G55KAPUdkG_SiEtAKu2cOfTrpZv9x4kHh_Z6yR8JvnbznwnSymcBZ0wGPlG_8xy7_VQfR3MX6DJVXc0LrdmvlNStourzzQZd/s1600-h/presents.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLHqXKUqSg007Pgr3NHJbwvNVT9fMqOF-0DjzKxAQNAvV_G55KAPUdkG_SiEtAKu2cOfTrpZv9x4kHh_Z6yR8JvnbznwnSymcBZ0wGPlG_8xy7_VQfR3MX6DJVXc0LrdmvlNStourzzQZd/s320/presents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662568808371490" border="0" /></a>Before the kids got to it... how did the present stack end up the size of the tree????<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Lcbp_SqX-HG8DQ9Jn44PPYhgDgtZi4esAXg4den1D7ICLwJZJXSpPfhn9ccICPE7_uDe9hPjzuPohSGJWzKlv1ee4I6zFY0dBcgwdiIBOc6q7MVQ3eNB4zP4g07IuX2lojLk20XCPVvG/s1600-h/de.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Lcbp_SqX-HG8DQ9Jn44PPYhgDgtZi4esAXg4den1D7ICLwJZJXSpPfhn9ccICPE7_uDe9hPjzuPohSGJWzKlv1ee4I6zFY0dBcgwdiIBOc6q7MVQ3eNB4zP4g07IuX2lojLk20XCPVvG/s320/de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420659335224531026" border="0" /></a>De.. she loved all of her things even if I was working off of a BLANK LIST... good mommy I am.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsNXAG4yWF4mR4Y0YEacHubn8_LPiQBa95wdvu6WibgXV5bj96EOvppAvWCI_4_6LJc8TNVb42tWQuwsc0aLF3Tf5L1wKslQ8ubnnXEAhxqMEPFThZ8uYnIwtslIot5iTViXcyVeOYBWr/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsNXAG4yWF4mR4Y0YEacHubn8_LPiQBa95wdvu6WibgXV5bj96EOvppAvWCI_4_6LJc8TNVb42tWQuwsc0aLF3Tf5L1wKslQ8ubnnXEAhxqMEPFThZ8uYnIwtslIot5iTViXcyVeOYBWr/s320/cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420659331914470178" border="0" /></a>Cousins.... my beautiful niece and daughter snuggling up with Waterman waiting for present time...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdU6EhEZQxz79j1vmoMFJri-sibFfYrYPKXxXhyphenhyphenI1U5ZROzGLOcGEuEi2TxwiN8gjGdl6m7vNFBM4vm71T0cv2hNz57YO-e5wa4apoV9lEOfc-oWTCoQPdBsJbWnplfDJpOyFQ2DnX9pv7/s1600-h/boys.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdU6EhEZQxz79j1vmoMFJri-sibFfYrYPKXxXhyphenhyphenI1U5ZROzGLOcGEuEi2TxwiN8gjGdl6m7vNFBM4vm71T0cv2hNz57YO-e5wa4apoV9lEOfc-oWTCoQPdBsJbWnplfDJpOyFQ2DnX9pv7/s320/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420659328221707794" border="0" /></a>Upside down guitars.... not sure why they put the amps in the TOP of the box when it says to leave the heavy end down.. weird.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWVC2lZggnmDibcMXVFDQFu9RIkA5warmw5bJCS189JZ8Rg2wFObHAUIJyeZxOVXAOuM_hVudUIDyuMOelhu8XLRMlLOUYsemySdehRLekzzgnPY56oC_GFNurhRB7ahcHPjLBJZwEHWI/s1600-h/bink+stocking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWVC2lZggnmDibcMXVFDQFu9RIkA5warmw5bJCS189JZ8Rg2wFObHAUIJyeZxOVXAOuM_hVudUIDyuMOelhu8XLRMlLOUYsemySdehRLekzzgnPY56oC_GFNurhRB7ahcHPjLBJZwEHWI/s320/bink+stocking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420659317960413442" border="0" /></a>Binks stocking.... see the fox.. that comes into play later...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPdnUWR6Nvz6JNDRLLcRuh-KtR09HJWVmOQWJyCNOTSPEIPBRHNHqQI0eTsdUi9jljCwjCswQ_jy_k_4zcQ7zaOMVCQPvjAxQ74g__6ds1VJC7s2Ymv1xULjjt51JxRHM5XB_H7y-SQzi/s1600-h/Anna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPdnUWR6Nvz6JNDRLLcRuh-KtR09HJWVmOQWJyCNOTSPEIPBRHNHqQI0eTsdUi9jljCwjCswQ_jy_k_4zcQ7zaOMVCQPvjAxQ74g__6ds1VJC7s2Ymv1xULjjt51JxRHM5XB_H7y-SQzi/s320/Anna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420659315085568354" border="0" /></a>Niece who happens to LOVE shoes... any shoe all shoes.. but even more so expensive ones with heels.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvN7SQe1slvFolsnZDP_TJWcykZ1AOyizKelDh5Ns3XTL_JHW4qPF7p5XeMiD8pj34xxSVJvk4ms3w6AfE0zo4Z8_2WCZnD24-_lB9ogr0Div93dPaUGLkTmmiY9jbXy4khAqEM4ITaoev/s1600-h/MINE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvN7SQe1slvFolsnZDP_TJWcykZ1AOyizKelDh5Ns3XTL_JHW4qPF7p5XeMiD8pj34xxSVJvk4ms3w6AfE0zo4Z8_2WCZnD24-_lB9ogr0Div93dPaUGLkTmmiY9jbXy4khAqEM4ITaoev/s320/MINE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420660779668510802" border="0" /></a>MINE MINE MINE!!! GIMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGYA6HKBtDTHPsFFefowGwNSthpRYA_Rfc4r-B7LyL9R_Hozpl2O7mf30FgB7-L9Yn9HSLlN2fYdYvT7Ez4YkFhQIhQNK6boOiAxSVwkBCkMXWeS7Z3a3t4Cmk7vJ2ZbSPzk4PIlcO8z7/s1600-h/Kittum.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGYA6HKBtDTHPsFFefowGwNSthpRYA_Rfc4r-B7LyL9R_Hozpl2O7mf30FgB7-L9Yn9HSLlN2fYdYvT7Ez4YkFhQIhQNK6boOiAxSVwkBCkMXWeS7Z3a3t4Cmk7vJ2ZbSPzk4PIlcO8z7/s320/Kittum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420660777891777170" border="0" /></a>STUPID DOG... if you just sit here and look pretty someone will SHOW you everything you got...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfwYVDnGWZGZ5kW7zh5vzeQYE6_eZKyw7X_479FAUdJRMQRO7fqVfpnYjffvxU_M86buOBpqjo_tQIKd0ajwwFI-kUhc67Op7jGH-iupupAFtif7KTVBC5AokDTVRvMkYbtcBqN7bPLbK/s1600-h/Ken.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfwYVDnGWZGZ5kW7zh5vzeQYE6_eZKyw7X_479FAUdJRMQRO7fqVfpnYjffvxU_M86buOBpqjo_tQIKd0ajwwFI-kUhc67Op7jGH-iupupAFtif7KTVBC5AokDTVRvMkYbtcBqN7bPLbK/s320/Ken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420660770154157410" border="0" /></a><br />Brother Ken.... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcPaMSQ-yOnQC_MY8pAX2pq36A8eRmv9IQEDRrNPuos81PoJHknHcuem3d_HNZbJk49BwVeN7UmrfDt1-M1X_-Uyb2lkVkH4zcZ04CiKnxGde2LhMHLt_aSATGYnhbxLZ5jwFIOp1bhiI/s1600-h/hounddog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcPaMSQ-yOnQC_MY8pAX2pq36A8eRmv9IQEDRrNPuos81PoJHknHcuem3d_HNZbJk49BwVeN7UmrfDt1-M1X_-Uyb2lkVkH4zcZ04CiKnxGde2LhMHLt_aSATGYnhbxLZ5jwFIOp1bhiI/s320/hounddog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420660763996794722" border="0" /></a>You can take the the fox hunter out of the woods but you can't take the fox hunter out of my daddy... really the dogs toy??? Give her that back..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlsaflaoxkOjdf_SxOdTfweDsfW7bysrt_s5LGpIWkKnjIloJAunQzs6XButNKgfbBkZKaKjXo1EXLPevi-Y9VToro40UBO-6aqqAdMk5q9CZ7BIwfqu62c6isP6GKx6xwtxuTm7GavTNe/s1600-h/drake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlsaflaoxkOjdf_SxOdTfweDsfW7bysrt_s5LGpIWkKnjIloJAunQzs6XButNKgfbBkZKaKjXo1EXLPevi-Y9VToro40UBO-6aqqAdMk5q9CZ7BIwfqu62c6isP6GKx6xwtxuTm7GavTNe/s320/drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420660760550096578" border="0" /></a>This was MY Christmas present from Drake... I believe the quote was... I will stand here but you better get it right the first time cause you get one shot. Nice kid... but as you can see he DOES have a face..<br /><br />ReAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-20730520237767211812009-12-28T11:02:00.004-05:002009-12-28T11:33:48.147-05:00What happens when water people hook up....People have fun that's what!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCYEUuZKTPKVrqiLT0AbyieWp0MG9zG9O1kWzFrYhV0LEc6OcxQUPdlqQIZtw163MhwjHQN_Rym-IEXInz0lAIUVUe7ma19GSUBfjFOr6Z-5UsuU4rdZPwOvZdB4hiqwgeWmMAdKd5Lan/s1600-h/DSC_2340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCYEUuZKTPKVrqiLT0AbyieWp0MG9zG9O1kWzFrYhV0LEc6OcxQUPdlqQIZtw163MhwjHQN_Rym-IEXInz0lAIUVUe7ma19GSUBfjFOr6Z-5UsuU4rdZPwOvZdB4hiqwgeWmMAdKd5Lan/s320/DSC_2340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321224295151074" border="0" /></a>Please excuse the weird color tones.. my printer has gone NUTS and is printing everything VERY dark...so I had to lighten this to even get it to print so you could see it... damn it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Mvdt4me7FyHj6l0sXRmz83bWllRY6Nt_WikkmpBJdB4OgFnQAKnHqDexk4UlzEidsVeJxDyTG8j5g6Ec1Fo_iTxG4YTYC52PmE0sjwHSYrcAN9-TZIbtSZuBpwRdvHCMrgSJhZlfFDXx/s1600-h/DSC_2334.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Mvdt4me7FyHj6l0sXRmz83bWllRY6Nt_WikkmpBJdB4OgFnQAKnHqDexk4UlzEidsVeJxDyTG8j5g6Ec1Fo_iTxG4YTYC52PmE0sjwHSYrcAN9-TZIbtSZuBpwRdvHCMrgSJhZlfFDXx/s320/DSC_2334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321217163310818" border="0" /></a>This one was cute.. even if I do look like rudolph with the bright light flying off my nose..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmXwEKPDDFyFPCdR-BJS2tnkWhpD-x3eC7t_MqIxAiSNxa2_n5_zKnB7XZkjDdVKeS23mUFGnRk728V6kUgZhkYE4LixRUBgN1RI-YjwBf1reOk7S4sTyK8xMyr6_kNxvVZ49Uzf5r0_i/s1600-h/DSC_2331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmXwEKPDDFyFPCdR-BJS2tnkWhpD-x3eC7t_MqIxAiSNxa2_n5_zKnB7XZkjDdVKeS23mUFGnRk728V6kUgZhkYE4LixRUBgN1RI-YjwBf1reOk7S4sTyK8xMyr6_kNxvVZ49Uzf5r0_i/s320/DSC_2331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321212263832786" border="0" /></a>JUST LOVE HER....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HcHyBCHUK7UP-CVXcRmPWngByV_wH3W1LzNjM5qTh5ajOlKkxqo71TlBWZxpzKLCFTFSGABF1Ng-1jqSagZzrkBbmqVVWPzZNH0MnKLI4ImpGn9R5tSwNnFwi4tgfABrHYHSAyZG3q6L/s1600-h/DSC_2323.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HcHyBCHUK7UP-CVXcRmPWngByV_wH3W1LzNjM5qTh5ajOlKkxqo71TlBWZxpzKLCFTFSGABF1Ng-1jqSagZzrkBbmqVVWPzZNH0MnKLI4ImpGn9R5tSwNnFwi4tgfABrHYHSAyZG3q6L/s320/DSC_2323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321200986333298" border="0" /></a>Ok if you can't smile with these two around... you have a serious case of the GRUMPIES.. which no one seemed to have yesterday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3Q57wJ91ZsyKjAGQaUpmPIA_NPKZTiebs57YMxmpFtdmysQO4Pw04LS7L2cFiKCro-pUfHn_tzXBndmMerbxALM_KVjfAlhhUuh4rTGcalv6F03zdRn2bvR0wp1Vs0gdLX2UXmon9B5l/s1600-h/DSC_2301.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3Q57wJ91ZsyKjAGQaUpmPIA_NPKZTiebs57YMxmpFtdmysQO4Pw04LS7L2cFiKCro-pUfHn_tzXBndmMerbxALM_KVjfAlhhUuh4rTGcalv6F03zdRn2bvR0wp1Vs0gdLX2UXmon9B5l/s320/DSC_2301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321193319196850" border="0" /></a><br />GROUP HUG!!! lol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfJE6_RdguLpe3nFr6eRgqn4gMI01cWzMOP6xos_54SGL4po5F9Q-tKRfCceUSuxsGbVXg6YRDvH_TnzPnYsM_eDHm_uAzq2hMJmJHXRPoA0eBbb4yyXum3cZ3L38Rbs-jorCzCHxE0v-/s1600-h/DSC_2349.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfJE6_RdguLpe3nFr6eRgqn4gMI01cWzMOP6xos_54SGL4po5F9Q-tKRfCceUSuxsGbVXg6YRDvH_TnzPnYsM_eDHm_uAzq2hMJmJHXRPoA0eBbb4yyXum3cZ3L38Rbs-jorCzCHxE0v-/s320/DSC_2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420325361030243794" border="0" /></a>I would explain that... but well.. yea.. can't.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlq7hpAWDoSYnlNCQQqexXniUs-rzMVoiSXyoCAo8Q3Hue4LNha-Rcxh7Q6Jqs1USI3dpruDd8kEPuMZhIxdAiHUKZFKPzgTmG16hZ8aru_Zhyoz2JHnn9VT4a6z8EyvLFtjBH3obskLQ/s1600-h/DSC_2345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlq7hpAWDoSYnlNCQQqexXniUs-rzMVoiSXyoCAo8Q3Hue4LNha-Rcxh7Q6Jqs1USI3dpruDd8kEPuMZhIxdAiHUKZFKPzgTmG16hZ8aru_Zhyoz2JHnn9VT4a6z8EyvLFtjBH3obskLQ/s320/DSC_2345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420325352639429970" border="0" /></a>Even Little waterpeople found things to do ..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMWi_JO3NAzDjSmZ_nh1oCeWl_LGEoAdEC7W_4_anJcDJsl3IHYaNO0w3-0IzkOQqttmBRD32EsVmrAHyJFtJix8koE5PwvoXAGus2LdNwpIRoY4OWw6x70VnT2Y93hma49TCcUVtrju6/s1600-h/DSC_2322.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMWi_JO3NAzDjSmZ_nh1oCeWl_LGEoAdEC7W_4_anJcDJsl3IHYaNO0w3-0IzkOQqttmBRD32EsVmrAHyJFtJix8koE5PwvoXAGus2LdNwpIRoY4OWw6x70VnT2Y93hma49TCcUVtrju6/s320/DSC_2322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420325345200184786" border="0" /></a>Yes we planned the matching colors... so did BHE and Noe Noe.. look above .. LOL<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2GqOTPukdsnmcGhjI4yQx9lesx61asn5rybYDxYRgqybJXGsefPdKlUz2Y8NvAF-um3-IGDkYCEJvW8Ag0vtKCWIFZYxv9nIkmptTKZwfaCpW7CJb-8wVGx69ZhFYwbW6qEF7nuOlw_Hz/s1600-h/DSC_2343.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2GqOTPukdsnmcGhjI4yQx9lesx61asn5rybYDxYRgqybJXGsefPdKlUz2Y8NvAF-um3-IGDkYCEJvW8Ag0vtKCWIFZYxv9nIkmptTKZwfaCpW7CJb-8wVGx69ZhFYwbW6qEF7nuOlw_Hz/s320/DSC_2343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420325340945365074" border="0" /></a>And last but NOT least.... we were SEXY SOME in the wonky teeth.. I think the waterman hit on one of the other girls.. but I believe night time and a paper bag were mentioned and even then it was iffy....<br /><br /><br />THANKS CBW!!!!!!!<br />ReAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-77362982727885958802009-12-16T18:46:00.003-05:002009-12-16T18:56:50.335-05:00I am here... again...and it hasn't even been a month yet. Kitty Litter would be proud.<br /><br />Can I just go on record saying I have a love hate relationship with this time of year?<br /><br />I adore the season and have deep roots in the reason for the season even if sometimes those roots pop up and go different directions it is still there. My grandparents instilled some great things in me. I adore the lights and the pretty packages and the simple little surprises. Like one of the breakfast girls who surprised us all this morning with tiny stockings filled with the cutest little cocktail thingies (yes that is the proper name of them) for all of us making sure we each had a different set. Those things I love. I love the anticipation of small children and large ones too wondering what Santa will bring. I love the fact that friends try to spend a few extra hours together.<br /><br />I hate the emotion that comes with it. Hate Hate Hate it. When thing go awry this time of year it hurts even worse. Things are said and feelings are hurt worse. I am sorry for somethings I have done not sorry at all for others but I still hate it.<br /><br />Please tell me it is close to Christmas Eve so I can pop a cork!!!!!!<br />ReAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-34592884567083645202009-12-13T06:32:00.002-05:002009-12-13T06:55:55.974-05:00I was told I stink at this.....Must say it is pretty much the truth. But when I sit down at the keyboard and try to make the words form together to make some sort of sense lately it has come out looking like this...<br /><br />"#$%$# christmas close #$%# shopping #$%# sleep #$%#@ work #$%$#@ wrap #$%@#"<br /><br />See absolutely NO SENSE.<br /><br />Ok the truth is when I sit down and begin to write the thought that really goes through my head is... "NO ONE wants to hear THAT!" What I should do at this juncture is reply to myself with "Who cares exactly what they want to read... this isn't about THEM it is YOUR blog!!!" And to think I was accused this week of being selfish... sigh. To quote "You are the most selfish person to ever walk this Earth." I must say I didn't reply I just stood there blinking that blink that betrays your brains sense of thinking "don't say anything don't say anything!" instead those eyes blink... big beautiful blue ones I might add.. blink. blink. blink. Which shouts "DROP DEAD YOU #$%@# IDIOT" apparently, because the rant went on from there. I am sorry I don't deal well with holier than thou idiots even if they ARE family.<br /><br />I am who I am .. I was born this way have been this way for 38 years now, I have a feeling I will die this way, except for when I die I will be 50 lbs lighter and not in a bathrobe but in kick ass jeans, a sexy Chico's top, cowboy boots and the last you will see of me is driving off into the sunset in a black Camero... Hey we can all have dreams right?<br /><br />Did I mention that the most selfish person in the world is the sister of the most giving person in the world. Sister person, let me post out here publicly for all the world to see.. I LOVE YOU. Thank you for everything... my room is working quite nicely here in Bavon (other than the fact that there are PEOPLE in my room here that weren't there .. that part not working out so well can I send them away??) The clothes are looking lovely in my closet. I sigh when I walk in there now .. longing for the day, inspiring me another morning to not eat that friggin doughnut that has been calling me since 2 am.<br /><br />It is wonderful to have such balance in our family.. Most Giving Sister and Most Selfish Sister fun isn't it! We always said if they mashed us together into one person the world just wouldn't be able to deal!<br /><br />I shall leave now.. until my bff fusses at me to leave a new post because she is sick of the old one.. so I guess be back in roughly 2 weeks.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-44924135708347784412009-11-17T06:27:00.004-05:002009-11-17T07:38:02.101-05:00November is about Thanksgiving right..and I am so thankful that these people were in my life, thankful for every moment that was ever given to me to enjoy them and what they had to give. I miss them all incredibly... but especially this month.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqlkQeOhpkPq0p6BNsXn6tksBvcDHlOKJnnSjd83pGqDE4oZ9Ce_IMsoEKMykgHLaaXeEntKYB0xdJTutwa7OL27xkzSL303EGbJF-oGMY78fPyTln5ThhtyyBPfIIDpQSzorczaQRUPK/s1600/Roland+SunSet+4x6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqlkQeOhpkPq0p6BNsXn6tksBvcDHlOKJnnSjd83pGqDE4oZ9Ce_IMsoEKMykgHLaaXeEntKYB0xdJTutwa7OL27xkzSL303EGbJF-oGMY78fPyTln5ThhtyyBPfIIDpQSzorczaQRUPK/s320/Roland+SunSet+4x6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405046584743892482" border="0" /></a><br />Roland I can't even begin to tell you how much this family misses you.<br />Happy Birthday Brother in Law.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZO-UgAGMI04q1nz5O5cQDLMiptSODyJyG1Ta1TSJjSM2D7bPDG7_dPymGIr9srGyg2W9ZDs3yJxJqCtWMEE1MhYFhR4UMmn0Nq5XIPUCJI42ZvFKHRvQ_hyphenhyphenz21czyNaMFC_cbABdqkWi/s1600/Mics+%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZO-UgAGMI04q1nz5O5cQDLMiptSODyJyG1Ta1TSJjSM2D7bPDG7_dPymGIr9srGyg2W9ZDs3yJxJqCtWMEE1MhYFhR4UMmn0Nq5XIPUCJI42ZvFKHRvQ_hyphenhyphenz21czyNaMFC_cbABdqkWi/s320/Mics+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405046581028955986" border="0" /></a>Dad... what can I say..<br />Both of us has all we need<br />Sky of blue and Sea of Green<br />In our Yellow Submarine.<br />thank you for everything you taught me and that sister of mine.<br />We love you.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3VhoWcBjTvtuAUEI_QBUws3eGqD7hZNd_Yvx9aRGK-VI0GukqnRTCCEiuCOtCrs42exHPDK3vRHVxyeWNFDg3NbIgQYsoV5rynwOZQ2cx_-PcQo8OWELKp7rJ0Uqb7CV2I8Gz1Wo2SnN/s1600/memo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3VhoWcBjTvtuAUEI_QBUws3eGqD7hZNd_Yvx9aRGK-VI0GukqnRTCCEiuCOtCrs42exHPDK3vRHVxyeWNFDg3NbIgQYsoV5rynwOZQ2cx_-PcQo8OWELKp7rJ0Uqb7CV2I8Gz1Wo2SnN/s320/memo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405046575026334530" border="0" /></a><br />Memo.. even though we miss you every day this time of year it never fails to show how much we all miss you. Thanksgiving and Christmas have never been the same.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3v3K-0lXeYpHKP_4zggPYodQgjxVRNvaYqQjLUXB7gv1tOsKqRn65BYeJqOfwBNdp02dfalE_r4WYA06zo3Xyy09EBWTLK3Ypy2MXNMX6MKOSOl_ZB2uGiBfCOS0TW6Br5lrAMtbFMVN/s1600/mel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3v3K-0lXeYpHKP_4zggPYodQgjxVRNvaYqQjLUXB7gv1tOsKqRn65BYeJqOfwBNdp02dfalE_r4WYA06zo3Xyy09EBWTLK3Ypy2MXNMX6MKOSOl_ZB2uGiBfCOS0TW6Br5lrAMtbFMVN/s320/mel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405046569607737954" border="0" /></a>Mel Moo.. I wish there had been more time, more laughs, more late nights, but there aren't so I will cherish all that we did have. Ann Re<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNgTQGOEHoZGMVDtrgFj8YOUA14Ef-eyj3g68XlZLo1PVZ-GAlYOnStDELMBDGuM3zzZFrUGXRCYv9WAR5xW-zv4DgkcB86MC3tIYLbhefViiDOTAN2i4PYo0eJFa8GYzsatmfxaOQjPB/s1600/3205_1135026818922_1324883995_346582_5044980_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNgTQGOEHoZGMVDtrgFj8YOUA14Ef-eyj3g68XlZLo1PVZ-GAlYOnStDELMBDGuM3zzZFrUGXRCYv9WAR5xW-zv4DgkcB86MC3tIYLbhefViiDOTAN2i4PYo0eJFa8GYzsatmfxaOQjPB/s320/3205_1135026818922_1324883995_346582_5044980_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405046573365892610" border="0" /></a>Pansy Boy.. you are still making me cry after all these years. There just never was a box big enough was there?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivF8ugPt1hWal8EJDxvGiXVUNOKbJAyO5nAi4d116qOJNsg8pJIaHNm1zLWD3Upipbxevu3EghcUc2okr2RqmzBF5v0baCXgvOPRigonDjBqpEnng2I0XYC6ggOr8tPDfXNSod9badE0Hu/s1600/Re+Kinde+1976_125.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivF8ugPt1hWal8EJDxvGiXVUNOKbJAyO5nAi4d116qOJNsg8pJIaHNm1zLWD3Upipbxevu3EghcUc2okr2RqmzBF5v0baCXgvOPRigonDjBqpEnng2I0XYC6ggOr8tPDfXNSod9badE0Hu/s320/Re+Kinde+1976_125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405046977838370690" border="0" /></a>ugly hand made smock with the big wooden button. I am glad you are gone.<br /><br /></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-12100002688131128142009-11-16T06:44:00.004-05:002009-11-16T07:41:17.444-05:00Getting a little water on the tires...Yea Yea I know the country song says something about Mud.. not water but around these parts you have to go through the water to get to... oh yea.. the water. (ok ok I secretly wanted to go diggin but I was hearing enough flack cause I got a bit of water on my tires as it was... did I mention they were MY TIRES.. they are my tires and I will get them wet if I want to)<br /><br />Last paragraph brought to you by the letter I.. I is for Ida who brought a bit more Insanity to my already wine riddled mind. I do know that by the time Ida got here she wasn't really Ida anymore but it is sort of like the demons on horror moves that always have one last HORRA! after they have already been blown to smitherens or turned to dust something you only see in a shadowy type form but hear the menacing laughter just the same.. that is what the Nor Easter was.. Ida in dust form getting in that one last HORRA! and quite a few meanacing laughters afterward. What did I say about insanity??<br /><br /><br />After the storm had reached in and grabbed a hold of this little community like "The Claw" from some silly Jim Carey movie and shook us around like a rag doll for the better part of three days I made it out of the nut house to take some pictures, I took these down and New Point Beach.. (thank you Mister Rolls Royce Owner for letting me park in your drive way without calling the Police).<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-CXTFI_JnUrPAwN-Y6z7RaVHTapn3M6fHf3FFflk2h_7RxqbxiypoA0ul_v1NGVexIp4x-TL5c0j1zfOlyt9-_A9ElHr641UgSRnweKVybZD7SCNDoyjhkGZN8vAnX-aSWN0PZL_OrW_/s1600/glove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-CXTFI_JnUrPAwN-Y6z7RaVHTapn3M6fHf3FFflk2h_7RxqbxiypoA0ul_v1NGVexIp4x-TL5c0j1zfOlyt9-_A9ElHr641UgSRnweKVybZD7SCNDoyjhkGZN8vAnX-aSWN0PZL_OrW_/s320/glove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404674164389743426" border="0" /></a>"The Claw" of the Storm<br /></div><br />It did not take me long after walking over the dune that was no longer there to realize that the dynamic of one of my favorite places on earth had changed considerably. Even though the wave in this shot is gorgeous the Place of this wave was all wrong. They didnt' belong at this particular section of the beach where water once lapped up lazily.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-OO2q3g5EqzkLLWcSzfSh5Yhu4hGLLOM500Ho5FXmu8jWkQThyphenhyphenz95WDAh68CG6CXKRXHTeXwt8CuX5Z09VS4JQgrXjAYb-vCwAdSrcNA3feGqwjk9cQfRvPwHqE33HFCr76PyycFvsSwg/s1600/surf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-OO2q3g5EqzkLLWcSzfSh5Yhu4hGLLOM500Ho5FXmu8jWkQThyphenhyphenz95WDAh68CG6CXKRXHTeXwt8CuX5Z09VS4JQgrXjAYb-vCwAdSrcNA3feGqwjk9cQfRvPwHqE33HFCr76PyycFvsSwg/s320/surf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404675114523504210" border="0" /></a>The Surf<br /></div><br />As I continued on my journey I got to the spot where the diving board was (insert needle running across a 45) What?? Wait!!! A DIVING BOARD ON THE BEACH.. yea that makes no sense.. but I am here to show you there was.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMAZm7WRrTBKHnA2H-Wz_FxBYf8MtAsmuX9kkyTv-xA1wc9Cwq0uggzgUMo3PcLrch2U5jDoAMe2CBavQmNpzX5G0iQaFlZw8P1adUyW5AuJqzLMC60eHYz604qgwwT9XL15v-kuwMiKA/s1600/DSC_2133.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMAZm7WRrTBKHnA2H-Wz_FxBYf8MtAsmuX9kkyTv-xA1wc9Cwq0uggzgUMo3PcLrch2U5jDoAMe2CBavQmNpzX5G0iQaFlZw8P1adUyW5AuJqzLMC60eHYz604qgwwT9XL15v-kuwMiKA/s320/DSC_2133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404674160352083026" border="0" /></a>The Diving Board<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Right into the sand no doubt.. ouch... oh wait.. look up ahead ... way way up ahead like a quarter a mile up ahead.. this may explain things ..that is not ... well was not .. a diving board it was the walk way to a cute little deck!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCoyDTM8JcHtfsB_W7fo-vKkdzPBAY_keUE7SKIKXIowHIayr7exxTBpl5V9K24nnwiUSrrIFyJZrNBssGF0XB4_0gn2qKuFoWr1QtXBp5W4jyUcdelRM2LQRe1i4lh6E4Y9WYD4Kc_CC/s1600/deck.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCoyDTM8JcHtfsB_W7fo-vKkdzPBAY_keUE7SKIKXIowHIayr7exxTBpl5V9K24nnwiUSrrIFyJZrNBssGF0XB4_0gn2qKuFoWr1QtXBp5W4jyUcdelRM2LQRe1i4lh6E4Y9WYD4Kc_CC/s320/deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404674152486991794" border="0" /></a>The Deck<br /></div><br />I advised the owner of the deck that he should just leave it there and open up a cute little beer and wine stand. He did not like my idea and promptly proceeded to stop talking to me. I thought that was quite rude but whatever..<br /><br />The next thing I noticed as I continued on down the beach was that the end.. the nasty marshy end where you had to wear tennis shoes to get across or obtain a considerable amount of holes in your feet with the bamboo shoots growing out of the marsh (it isn't really bamboo I don't think but it will seriously go right through your foot) well it was gone. absolutely GONE. There is just sand there now (feet were yelling Yippie.. I wasn't so thrilled)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1unWlFkUXNr43YevzmhTyDkn4Dk6kGQr6vzWrRYSue7VdJhclFCP2VQjNKcL_gAcxZx0LWGJFeDRdoXl40YR4Y4ZyY1g29JZNXBLu3IGJrMlZk6aES5x7DBBe3IsmXsaMkOhQk5fmRgV/s1600/marsh+gone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc1unWlFkUXNr43YevzmhTyDkn4Dk6kGQr6vzWrRYSue7VdJhclFCP2VQjNKcL_gAcxZx0LWGJFeDRdoXl40YR4Y4ZyY1g29JZNXBLu3IGJrMlZk6aES5x7DBBe3IsmXsaMkOhQk5fmRgV/s320/marsh+gone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404674169697127346" border="0" /></a>The No Marsh<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I guess you are wondering why I wasn't thrilled, well I will tell ya remember me telling you about the dynamic of the beach changing up there with the wave. Changing Beach is never a good thing unless you happen to have the money to have dump trucks bring in sand from the other side of the world where our sand ended up and it has to be SPECIAL sand because we have some of the most beatiful sand that there ever was! <br /><br />Anyway I carried on and I saw this Ghost Pot just sitting there waiting on someone to do something with it so I did what I do best I grabbed my camera snapped a shot and left it be cause somethings just need to be left be. Like my beach.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8YlwPaVYGciBbNwaZy7oVQZcYmYgHo5FC5qzAoGNCnk4eO0eifOu2IAdnJufylqBLcePmyfOCHv3JpGfazs-FWQNU6SgQn6J5SI29C9L3RgX8eM-9wT_PsfsN75PPUMGpCMkrTNx2og6/s1600/crab+pot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8YlwPaVYGciBbNwaZy7oVQZcYmYgHo5FC5qzAoGNCnk4eO0eifOu2IAdnJufylqBLcePmyfOCHv3JpGfazs-FWQNU6SgQn6J5SI29C9L3RgX8eM-9wT_PsfsN75PPUMGpCMkrTNx2og6/s320/crab+pot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404674149285058530" border="0" /></a>Ghost Pot<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The storm didn't see things my way and decided that leaving things be was for sissy and maybe sitting down on the beach at noon on a Sunday with no one around and just crying is for sissies too but that is what I did. I remembered that when I was a little girl my daddy used to tell me about how the Light House was only a few feet away from the main land and you could walk across. I remember my grandfather telling stories about how the lighthouse was connected to the main land and you didn't even get your feet wet getting there. (this isn't about the light house people so don't panic it is still standing there) My children will remember spending their summers on "The Island which isn't" and will probably be telling their children "I remember when there was a beach there" This is where I spend my Sunday's with a great group of friends and family, people who get me, people who give me that few hours of sanity back that I will need to get through the next week.. but now I as I sat there yesterday I wondered how many more storms can this place stand..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0vE7uFzGwkPT5CejmpZnKKsiUjKJPLeG1T1y_T-w25q0XyduJ5z0_k9xD-EeG7zloIbnVjYVLLn8ncH0y0CahwCctLiUFgqVZSbOXvLFn63VNTFqFemAPjt93YPp_1ZMUyqIc9abvI4N/s1600/stump.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0vE7uFzGwkPT5CejmpZnKKsiUjKJPLeG1T1y_T-w25q0XyduJ5z0_k9xD-EeG7zloIbnVjYVLLn8ncH0y0CahwCctLiUFgqVZSbOXvLFn63VNTFqFemAPjt93YPp_1ZMUyqIc9abvI4N/s320/stump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404675108991859170" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-48588202684614941742009-11-12T16:24:00.004-05:002009-11-12T17:14:34.493-05:00So you wanna see...this is my yard... over an hour ago... before the tide actually came in.... it isn't pretty now at all.. not at all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWlUjerY8bHlcrz36OvJYqWuyApsZmrMA5VmMFiA8ig27vN2169S42q-4OmePDz3xzsOokUzYBsVz4_v2cXMGka6EwrwtG9TrHYfJL5qvDwc3f5KU0Tog6pKeu1yIDTKFhrsNH_bBGTjt/s1600-h/DSC_2073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWlUjerY8bHlcrz36OvJYqWuyApsZmrMA5VmMFiA8ig27vN2169S42q-4OmePDz3xzsOokUzYBsVz4_v2cXMGka6EwrwtG9TrHYfJL5qvDwc3f5KU0Tog6pKeu1yIDTKFhrsNH_bBGTjt/s320/DSC_2073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403332418472851442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgg2kjPcXadbYS48JeW1d9sFQt3zh4XeLoE8chFNAs_WMsIQpM0uGhdpi_vBgYTeFQW-9Lo8U29yiVKIpkblWN-aVm2EjtrrzFpOX6ZoapHLCWsoDO41_i5RaEuKxeVO-39bN0ngZIrlj/s1600-h/bubba+boots.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgg2kjPcXadbYS48JeW1d9sFQt3zh4XeLoE8chFNAs_WMsIQpM0uGhdpi_vBgYTeFQW-9Lo8U29yiVKIpkblWN-aVm2EjtrrzFpOX6ZoapHLCWsoDO41_i5RaEuKxeVO-39bN0ngZIrlj/s320/bubba+boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403332414355140626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8qa4IqyOue2fWjT33b3B6AsRYJV4IMzrjZwG7O6PjQyfaffYUixazGegNNTbsSsb8gkf_k3C8UVFD9vztHyEzdV1piQrSiOEaci3pDqQ39LHqrUclNOIPjdbwtbLbbGTLL44xQSYhP1P/s1600-h/bavon+backyard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc8qa4IqyOue2fWjT33b3B6AsRYJV4IMzrjZwG7O6PjQyfaffYUixazGegNNTbsSsb8gkf_k3C8UVFD9vztHyEzdV1piQrSiOEaci3pDqQ39LHqrUclNOIPjdbwtbLbbGTLL44xQSYhP1P/s320/bavon+backyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403332399302242962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VOeS4tXVgn85d8Sk5DWRpLILqBm2ke8vtN4l1U96PhUYrQgqA45ONv92GE1mHc-pHkiqDMalGS5nuIAJ-MWuYQVXG1zKQn-rnbQ0cdVrPXULOqhFIqqz3yr6dBeZ-UrpEYPwrVdQMVM-/s1600-h/backyard+bavon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VOeS4tXVgn85d8Sk5DWRpLILqBm2ke8vtN4l1U96PhUYrQgqA45ONv92GE1mHc-pHkiqDMalGS5nuIAJ-MWuYQVXG1zKQn-rnbQ0cdVrPXULOqhFIqqz3yr6dBeZ-UrpEYPwrVdQMVM-/s320/backyard+bavon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403332393727603922" border="0" /></a><br />And then it got worse.... these were roughly 30 to 45 minutes prior to high tide...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiY-59av7kn8fBRFilOyW3lWy2flpcw3ySRFT7ga-MgpapP7_ouNufeOSbD0_M-4FpLJarZ5H3lytjZLwHHif9OtPg17aKZfiymc2Sxb_IW0kOucMRpXUPHvGGyIrVioxO_MsMa0hSEBE1/s1600-h/perspective.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiY-59av7kn8fBRFilOyW3lWy2flpcw3ySRFT7ga-MgpapP7_ouNufeOSbD0_M-4FpLJarZ5H3lytjZLwHHif9OtPg17aKZfiymc2Sxb_IW0kOucMRpXUPHvGGyIrVioxO_MsMa0hSEBE1/s320/perspective.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403343627092215810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjel8oJQDxQ57TzaKLnmg5tfp7IO516RyAhYVyeOEtZbL1WTwlGKDFGEXwhF2m-wuHXzASiEkMgCAl-inaPbneE-cgBxayC1P82CxxA_s9x9nXyloxfgR8GUZFEiCj1IwRc3PnBkhb2e-TF/s1600-h/I+am+not+moving.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjel8oJQDxQ57TzaKLnmg5tfp7IO516RyAhYVyeOEtZbL1WTwlGKDFGEXwhF2m-wuHXzASiEkMgCAl-inaPbneE-cgBxayC1P82CxxA_s9x9nXyloxfgR8GUZFEiCj1IwRc3PnBkhb2e-TF/s320/I+am+not+moving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403343622733430690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uBh2zBAFaOLJTsLT9_0G798n2QQ4Sz1koXmNLx3dhX7kKc5V3xxIrfOr7lwTgMRZ5VDl0hJ0pprs5ljGM5RLsGW8qP33Xgp9qkolAFoIOv-Go0xn54yAjMxKwyCf-8wHK7zeWm9W0Bgb/s1600-h/house+and+yard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uBh2zBAFaOLJTsLT9_0G798n2QQ4Sz1koXmNLx3dhX7kKc5V3xxIrfOr7lwTgMRZ5VDl0hJ0pprs5ljGM5RLsGW8qP33Xgp9qkolAFoIOv-Go0xn54yAjMxKwyCf-8wHK7zeWm9W0Bgb/s320/house+and+yard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403343619793669810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmmg7BVIu4Sc-l_CD8o6toOvXxmU-cfVsHkA7Qn2fMkkOdS6SDXuZoUdPQBoOFLVkoM65bxDCGhcVBlXXgxGFXgVcJSnXpoT222WtlCjMev_QBEZcEP0cNHJmiEF5t54VHsocDB0Co-rk/s1600-h/front+yard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmmg7BVIu4Sc-l_CD8o6toOvXxmU-cfVsHkA7Qn2fMkkOdS6SDXuZoUdPQBoOFLVkoM65bxDCGhcVBlXXgxGFXgVcJSnXpoT222WtlCjMev_QBEZcEP0cNHJmiEF5t54VHsocDB0Co-rk/s320/front+yard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403343614881152578" border="0" /></a>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-86698006953270842052009-11-04T07:01:00.002-05:002009-11-04T07:04:52.896-05:00The Song I sing...One little Two Little Three Topless Mittens... Four little Five little Six Topless Mittens...<br /><br />I can't imagine why I have this song stuck in my head... but I can promise you I have been singing it in correlation with another lovely little ditty... 100 bottles of wine on the wall there were a 100 bottles of wine.... (I can't promise what the topless mittens will look like)<br /><br />Four Pair down.... how many more to go??<br /><br />Have I mentioned I can not WAIT until this weekend.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-61826455717096810882009-10-30T06:07:00.004-05:002009-10-30T06:31:52.149-05:00Creepy Crawlers....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>I went out on an little adventure with a good friend a few months back and we ran into a little old barn that was tucked into the woods... not sure how we didn't run into <a href="http://lifeinmathews.blogspot.com/">HER</a> at the same time but we didn't. Which is probably a good thing cause my little crew was poking and prying just a tad deeper and running into someone would have surely caused an accident of the PIMP kind. <div><br /></div><div>I am not sure what the little barn was ever used for other than storage but a couple of things have called it home over the years. One being this little creepy crawly... good think <a href="http://lifeinmathews.blogspot.com/">she</a> didn't see it.. or it is a shame she didn't and I wasn't there to record the spidey dance that I am sure she does so well. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD35RBjGhYY-PiIN93BcQzJgWomvs1Te-VJIOgTV1n5LgBHzM2GHoSVYBIDQtuWk9LeJEQYhC1QXb9XLsUzDpY8zMGF4IbeE_jyT_G_Mi85J38Hhl_3qTsTuJRB7XLzdae-FDSumgmF6TZ/s1600-h/spider.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD35RBjGhYY-PiIN93BcQzJgWomvs1Te-VJIOgTV1n5LgBHzM2GHoSVYBIDQtuWk9LeJEQYhC1QXb9XLsUzDpY8zMGF4IbeE_jyT_G_Mi85J38Hhl_3qTsTuJRB7XLzdae-FDSumgmF6TZ/s320/spider.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398351489798594082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /></a></div><div>I loved how the sun light was playing on the web and just made it pop right out.. thankfully this little creepy crawly liked napping in the sun and didn't try to get any closer to me or I may have had to fling something at it.. like my friend. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now we all know I am not one to leave well enough alone. I can't just take the damn picture and walk away. I have got to know. I HAVE to know or I lay awake at night wondering, was there a body in there. Did I just run across someone's torture chamber and walked away. Has someone stashed the stole bank loot in that little building?? Yes I actually stay awake thinking these things. (I am starting to think I need to consult a professional) Oh Oh either way.. I was not going to allow myself to do such a thing on this little building so... WHAALAA.. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxy5dH1jUMcW0vBfhQXSgfOY0rHaKrJetZjUmjl8rPnNu8Ap0NtlKmFMbdFEuHab2XaT5tzvUPmz97ozqlUvx3gFKjCYb8lepmJgAnIPYjbDlz1dQVr1dUPw0-oE-Gg94NE8eFMxTiDIcF/s1600-h/snake.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxy5dH1jUMcW0vBfhQXSgfOY0rHaKrJetZjUmjl8rPnNu8Ap0NtlKmFMbdFEuHab2XaT5tzvUPmz97ozqlUvx3gFKjCYb8lepmJgAnIPYjbDlz1dQVr1dUPw0-oE-Gg94NE8eFMxTiDIcF/s320/snake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398351488379745090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></div><div>There you have it folks... there was a body in there .. sorta. </div><div>Happy Halloween Eve! </div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-70063878829749346812009-10-22T10:50:00.002-05:002009-10-22T10:55:33.731-05:00The label.I like to label myself, I have done it for as long as I can remember.. One label at a time please.<div><br /></div><div>I am a writer... wait no I am not.. I am a sewer (yes I can sew a fact I keep rather hidden).. wait no I am not... I am a cross stitcher.. wait... painter... wait... knitter... wait ... photographer.... this list could continue for a very long time. </div><div><br /></div><div>do you see the pattern here?</div><div><br /></div><div>What I mentally (yes I said mentally.. this does not mean I am mental, then again it also does not mean I am not) NEED to do is turn all those Waits into ANDs!!!! Such as I am a writer AND a sewer AND... </div><div><br /></div><div>A very good friend pointed out to me today that I am not just one thing... I am many things that I should be very proud of! So the next time you need something done and you aren't quite sure if you can do it yourself.. TRY!!!! Because in the end I think we all want to have a lot of ANDS! </div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-74209422759794419572009-10-07T05:49:00.002-05:002009-10-07T06:17:20.669-05:00Hanging on by a hinge....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz0CRamfJkXIaBeZr03LbG9RzJLPzNG3uFZi72NwLjwxj3WpvOVmt1YbSX_aor-ZDCIh4hgVQyXbXsh6Yfi38MDpIwpWUvQabg9RtqsPj7fna9lDDFIXDVWebVEupntbUAm9oGi8-YHKw/s1600-h/Hangin+On.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz0CRamfJkXIaBeZr03LbG9RzJLPzNG3uFZi72NwLjwxj3WpvOVmt1YbSX_aor-ZDCIh4hgVQyXbXsh6Yfi38MDpIwpWUvQabg9RtqsPj7fna9lDDFIXDVWebVEupntbUAm9oGi8-YHKw/s320/Hangin+On.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389815393638879186" /></a><br />This is truly how life has been for this family the last week or so. There is only one thing to do when life gets this way. Pick up a screw driver (aka a glass) and a can of WD40 (aka a bottle of wine) fix the hinge and the squeak and keep on getting it. <div><br /></div><div>I hate it when people post about how they haven't been posting and they are sorry and blah blah blah. I wasn't sorry I didn't blog I was just sorry I didn't have time to blog and I am sure the 4 of you that read me occasionally didn't miss me much. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Having said that I am hoping I am back for a bit of a stretch. Blogging is a medium for me to let loose some of the crazy brain cells I have, for people to actually hear the voices that talk only to me. I read blogs for the exact opposite reason, to hear the thoughts that people have that you would never have the pleasure of knowing unless of course you are a mind reader, which I will neither confirm or deny I can do. </div><div><br /></div><div>I need to blow the dust off of my camera again too, I participated in a camera related activity that quite honestly I hated (can't believe there is anything about a camera I hate but it is true I do) and I have not picked the thing up since. I have been giving it time to let the bad juju melt off of it. I think it is time! This weekend the juju should be gone. LOOK OUT WORLD HERE I COME! </div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-77205741881036990632009-09-18T05:25:00.003-05:002009-09-18T05:55:57.984-05:00Friday!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBXj8LM-peFRW0oN86zkcVO2CW1Ez4CIr0_Y3b8ycv6xS-JJijvkkIpftFxCLewaZ9O7Tte-CFn4NhtxoNboTTZ_EQSBf3vxn3rtl6rUAAojD07NH9ZDut9jUCIZzpyD7mfhOqnPS9318/s1600-h/DSC_8825.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieBXj8LM-peFRW0oN86zkcVO2CW1Ez4CIr0_Y3b8ycv6xS-JJijvkkIpftFxCLewaZ9O7Tte-CFn4NhtxoNboTTZ_EQSBf3vxn3rtl6rUAAojD07NH9ZDut9jUCIZzpyD7mfhOqnPS9318/s320/DSC_8825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382758120189042850" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Ok people what is so special about Fridays? <div><br /></div><div>I still get up and get excited about the day and I call to the waterkids.. It is Friday!!! and they jump right out of bed and get ready for school and run out the door like the school day is different and I flip the computer on like the work day is going to be different. But is it? </div><div><br /></div><div>Typically Fridays are more hectic for me in the work area of my life. I shouldn't be exaclaming IT IS FRIDAY!!! I should be saying ... #$%#$@%^#$ it is Friday. </div><div><br /></div><div>Typically Friday's mean test at school for the waterkids... they too should be saying.... #$%$#^#$ it is Friday. (not that waterkids would ever talk that way cause their mama raised them better.... yea right) </div><div><br /></div><div>However, this is not how it works, we all get up and are excited because it is Friday! I would say on my part it is because I get to drink tonight, but that would not be different than any other night. I could also guess it is because the kids can stay up later tonight, but they do that behind my back anyway. </div><div><br /></div><div>So why are we so happy that it is Friday is it because the end is near, but do we really want anything in life to actually END? Maybe it is because there is a light at the end of the tunnel, or is that a train?</div><div><br /></div><div>Come on people.. lay it on me what makes Friday so special? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yeT0gEE9yrkj5tLHKJnjsMgzYYZVGHKHT75tfdYCZCZPAyIVOrWiARD7he2ap0WlXj8xtHVRvv6iQSGvnrtpX5aJLHDbuYtzLFSx8nwaMtrTjFtN1g0JhksbHXnch8LdKb74s72vPy18/s1600-h/DSC_8772.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yeT0gEE9yrkj5tLHKJnjsMgzYYZVGHKHT75tfdYCZCZPAyIVOrWiARD7he2ap0WlXj8xtHVRvv6iQSGvnrtpX5aJLHDbuYtzLFSx8nwaMtrTjFtN1g0JhksbHXnch8LdKb74s72vPy18/s320/DSC_8772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382758109023056434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></div><div>Maybe if I had one of these waiting at the end of the day I would be happier. </div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-17554461036563736342009-09-17T05:38:00.003-05:002009-09-17T06:19:30.317-05:00Do you know<div style="text-align: left;">how many paper cuts one can get from printing 50,000 plus barcodes? Well let me tell ya.. it is a LOT.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you know how many bottles of wine needed to be consumed to get through that process? Again a LOT but that was much more enjoyable and it led me to the find of <a href="http://www.middlesisterwines.com/">this</a>. Which in it self is quite funny because I am a middle sister but not a middle sister at all. My little sister is also a middle sister but not a middle sister at all. Yes yes.. confusing. Let's see how I can make this make sense for you..... Hmmm it is probably not possible but I will try. </div><div><br /></div><div>One group of siblings... 3 sisters ... I am the middle sister. </div><div><br /></div><div>Another group of siblings.... 2 sisters and a brother .... she is the middle sister. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaxba3aLrGTl_8Ha9KbAv9LyXgt8JwNhihzDtA0QO32O2dzoG2GIB9iP7nbz9y0CbrvtUI-xGdD-u4E1d18xaTxbLi8pOfLH7X721y9Vqny1ouVDuxHfeT-l584eLuX8Efzjhba0omoyZ/s1600-h/DSC_8722.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaxba3aLrGTl_8Ha9KbAv9LyXgt8JwNhihzDtA0QO32O2dzoG2GIB9iP7nbz9y0CbrvtUI-xGdD-u4E1d18xaTxbLi8pOfLH7X721y9Vqny1ouVDuxHfeT-l584eLuX8Efzjhba0omoyZ/s320/DSC_8722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382392455368337618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>This is her.. the middle sister that isn't my middle sister but my baby sister... Kinda prissy looking don't ya think?</div><div><br /></div><div>Get it? Oh good. </div><div><br /></div><div>Back to whatever it was I was talking about.. oh yes the wine. I have to say it is the most wonderful stuff that ever came squishing out of a grape and I am seriously contemplating a trip to Cali just to go see them. I do have to say that my favorite is the Mischief Maker and for the life of me I can't figure out why. I have never made a bit of Mischief in my life! </div><div><br /></div><div>This is what is on the label.. doesn't describe ME at all. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 19px; font-family:helvetica, arial;font-size:14px;"><table width="100%" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://www.middlesisterwines.com/"><img width="168" height="324" border="o" alt="" src="http://www.middlesisterwines.com/files/1192/Image/mischiefmaker.jpg" /></a></td><td><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><span style=" ;font-size:x-large;"><span style=" ;font-family:'Courier New';"><strong><a href="http://www.middlesisterwines.com/">H</a></strong></span></span></span><a href="http://www.middlesisterwines.com/">ave you ever dated brothers? Worn leather pants to a wedding? Paired white wine with red meat? Then you just might be a mischief maker. You keep us up after bedtime on a school night. You change your hair color like most people change their socks. You make lives more complicated, but less boring. You'll be in the stories we tell our grandchildren. You love trouble. And we love you. </a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:helvetica, arial;font-size:130%;color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Interesting stuff on that wine bottle isn't it? I mean seriously never in a million years would I dream of doing anything like that label says but when I have that bottle in my hand ready to pour it in a glass I get a shiver knowing that I am about to partake in the perfect wine for me. Not because of the name just because it tastes good. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ahhh shit. I can't even make myself believe that load of crap. Here's to all the middle sisters that aren't really middle sisters and the mischief makers out there.. let's stand strong and proud! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4nkYMIhlL75mZIMBu_-lMQ3iAlxNHIUWGh-8fyWl0njT3VvQk3V1qFLuleAluh97Lk_thGm_pcunDS8m134q9EZaDkr72_vgGE60YJeUo635Id707xEAQPpT2G4QGiGtAtCDx9gH0NXf/s1600-h/DSC_8727.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4nkYMIhlL75mZIMBu_-lMQ3iAlxNHIUWGh-8fyWl0njT3VvQk3V1qFLuleAluh97Lk_thGm_pcunDS8m134q9EZaDkr72_vgGE60YJeUo635Id707xEAQPpT2G4QGiGtAtCDx9gH0NXf/s320/DSC_8727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382392459260390098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Not Mischievous looking at all am I? Muwhahahahahahahhahah</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-88895681125219926722009-09-10T13:08:00.004-05:002009-09-10T13:09:50.316-05:00Sooooooo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KoY2H0_-s43O8wX9H41T8mBiPwQ7mg7HvdO5Ly38sPMakXmTZsrgXYjZBKt9P_GB7KPA6m2PlzaqlyKPvJvCn-wI7WOvDae8h80ysKDT1-RP6zJAj_aR9OHBZ1VIgbLym0PcUSY6A1V4/s1600-h/LHKPhoto14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0KoY2H0_-s43O8wX9H41T8mBiPwQ7mg7HvdO5Ly38sPMakXmTZsrgXYjZBKt9P_GB7KPA6m2PlzaqlyKPvJvCn-wI7WOvDae8h80ysKDT1-RP6zJAj_aR9OHBZ1VIgbLym0PcUSY6A1V4/s320/LHKPhoto14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379902524281279602" /></a><br />I can at least say I did post.... <div><br /></div><div>So busy with work can't see straight... be back soon. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-77941692953988900282009-09-07T06:35:00.003-05:002009-09-07T06:54:25.783-05:00Some days I wonder...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9ZX8zXp-yfGuosotgeEWZQ95N2w8u2eYJQ_CTMtbyo8wzx1177P5LDuGNpwQ9X3qfj8xLSamBMuij4fv6ldu-3FdzF5EbWQ0-R6PKhdryIpd1sH6tJ063ml94M7Yn6a2XWGWG-bTa-sL/s1600-h/LHKPhoto06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9ZX8zXp-yfGuosotgeEWZQ95N2w8u2eYJQ_CTMtbyo8wzx1177P5LDuGNpwQ9X3qfj8xLSamBMuij4fv6ldu-3FdzF5EbWQ0-R6PKhdryIpd1sH6tJ063ml94M7Yn6a2XWGWG-bTa-sL/s320/LHKPhoto06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378692442053921490" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br />Why I can't make my living with a pen and paper... or camera and film... or a craft room and many supplies ... or with the internet and well... this! <div><br /></div><div>Well I will tell ya why.. Cause I am a big fat chicken! I am afraid to take that step that leap off of the side of the cliff to say I do _______. Even if it is on the side for now. Apparently it is easier for me to just dream about it. The problem is every year this time Market Days rolls around and every year is another year that I do not have a booth with something I made or did in it. Would you believe that after 38 years I still have no confidence in myself? That I would be the booth that people walked by and laughed at?? 38 years ago and still that 12 year old little girl who wouldn't put her foot out the door cause she knew that someone was going to laugh at her shoe! (granted my mother dressed me funny so I can't blame them but still)</div><div><br /></div><div>I have 10 months from today to get it together once again and bring to Mathews something new.. something different ..something completely 21st century. Mathews Blogher/photography/craft/framing/you name it, it is here Womans Club of 2010! </div><div><br /></div><div>I am certainly not talking about your Grandma's Woman's Club cause I do not know any of us who quilt (not that there is anything wrong with that if there are) but what if.. just what if it happened.. what if there was a group that was here for each other and the community who had talent real live talent and gave back to Mathews? What could we change.. how could we help each other and other women who need it.. what could we produce as a group with the talent that is out there. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh hell what if it was just two of us.. what could those two do?</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1iTPfVTmJSlSsV1ryVUa5Sy8cSGl8EfZ1JOajr0fHgtk6P1QpJYMML8KibtxZWPa5D9hBp6-ctCgDiFuaof8GlF_rvESFvvfOnG4BmaKBg7cXrXKzDOFmeJaXWuZhvPmIXdWvyoUZ2lw1/s1600-h/LHKPhoto42_2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1iTPfVTmJSlSsV1ryVUa5Sy8cSGl8EfZ1JOajr0fHgtk6P1QpJYMML8KibtxZWPa5D9hBp6-ctCgDiFuaof8GlF_rvESFvvfOnG4BmaKBg7cXrXKzDOFmeJaXWuZhvPmIXdWvyoUZ2lw1/s320/LHKPhoto42_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378692439631586898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 245px; " /></a></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-90264004145262685292009-09-04T05:54:00.003-05:002009-09-04T07:19:29.185-05:00Sis... Watergirls first football game.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ENZLykTc-J-nrJ5-ht-fmDE3mF8BG5kj6_T43ns9KRNKv6cuosHaSUlQrOFCZnUODOXHbOo7wYiPh19lCApNfp_QC7HqlZAdaGR1uYPf5j-9hhptLyqEQy3pbB7q_RqdzIONIyNLRqUE/s1600-h/DSC_1116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ENZLykTc-J-nrJ5-ht-fmDE3mF8BG5kj6_T43ns9KRNKv6cuosHaSUlQrOFCZnUODOXHbOo7wYiPh19lCApNfp_QC7HqlZAdaGR1uYPf5j-9hhptLyqEQy3pbB7q_RqdzIONIyNLRqUE/s320/DSC_1116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377583560205762306" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Now that I am no longer a bundle of nerves or in a drug induced fog I thought that it would be a good time to show off Sis the amazing Cheerleader Watergirl! <div><br /></div><div>She starts high school on Tuesday.... HIGH SCHOOL! Ok maybe I need more drugs! I do have to say she is a good kid, a bit boy crazy, but a good kid (at least compared to me at that age she is a good kid) She made the Cheer Squad or whatever the heck you call it last June and I could not be prouder and the kid is pretty darn good too! </div><div><br /></div><div>So Happy Friday and Enjoy the shots!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlV14MeA1qDkvfuax5jMkzocNAo-lP54nOMTHOs_BeJCPZ-z7TVCTpI5f2A6-o1TBF2BNMNOZmJ55FdaJI3tz9WAJjMkmUJ-YBesTsrvrKO5WRvFXP8Mzn2nzlV2Ro0q29O_8x2XwBPpG/s1600-h/DSC_1040.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlV14MeA1qDkvfuax5jMkzocNAo-lP54nOMTHOs_BeJCPZ-z7TVCTpI5f2A6-o1TBF2BNMNOZmJ55FdaJI3tz9WAJjMkmUJ-YBesTsrvrKO5WRvFXP8Mzn2nzlV2Ro0q29O_8x2XwBPpG/s320/DSC_1040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377583540284836418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">One of the Moms made ribbons.. aren't they cute</span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5aEL9dE0Jumu80izUyRaGLsjzjN_h7MuFkJICtpSKNlgoeMVo4hvejUXTG3vVS1IuVA7UkionRIpsuu6IVwwmAgjKYyGFXKsamcRW7-mr2c65lB-HY4H6n0As1h2Vg4PE0zlxCVn29xmS/s1600-h/DSC_1043.jpg"></a></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5aEL9dE0Jumu80izUyRaGLsjzjN_h7MuFkJICtpSKNlgoeMVo4hvejUXTG3vVS1IuVA7UkionRIpsuu6IVwwmAgjKYyGFXKsamcRW7-mr2c65lB-HY4H6n0As1h2Vg4PE0zlxCVn29xmS/s1600-h/DSC_1043.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5aEL9dE0Jumu80izUyRaGLsjzjN_h7MuFkJICtpSKNlgoeMVo4hvejUXTG3vVS1IuVA7UkionRIpsuu6IVwwmAgjKYyGFXKsamcRW7-mr2c65lB-HY4H6n0As1h2Vg4PE0zlxCVn29xmS/s320/DSC_1043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377583541174565298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">She has nice form... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiqJ3_6nh5mkddRKorTMbbJdRlYF0SV-ELc6mD7x0-P2RRZpQkSKLj5LkQ9Pqgvq0Z5fNxC8AYP9JRYPr4KRGk5Y0N-j25qa13YrOkvooZ32ujpO_SdEcOyeTSqnVQNx-BH4xevGnC1R5/s1600-h/DSC_1084.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDiqJ3_6nh5mkddRKorTMbbJdRlYF0SV-ELc6mD7x0-P2RRZpQkSKLj5LkQ9Pqgvq0Z5fNxC8AYP9JRYPr4KRGk5Y0N-j25qa13YrOkvooZ32ujpO_SdEcOyeTSqnVQNx-BH4xevGnC1R5/s320/DSC_1084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377583552674670066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tee made her laugh. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4FdgyNNjtU0hRVpfVWSpAkz4G81OJhm-tA4cPQOx_Pbj1VDjWtRfGKsYOAtsJCLCYyStMNWTMnAIie0mfJYlaEztkCGt9aDQ2A9G7FJRJBWfny0Q5df30zPZRfmzqfwUbX5Ppmm1VkbdY/s1600-h/DSC_1172.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4FdgyNNjtU0hRVpfVWSpAkz4G81OJhm-tA4cPQOx_Pbj1VDjWtRfGKsYOAtsJCLCYyStMNWTMnAIie0mfJYlaEztkCGt9aDQ2A9G7FJRJBWfny0Q5df30zPZRfmzqfwUbX5Ppmm1VkbdY/s320/DSC_1172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377583566311414194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Time for a halftime shot with a good buddy... </div></div></div><br /></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-73619150411249863872009-09-02T06:10:00.003-05:002009-09-02T06:31:46.836-05:00Where did THAT come from?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFySj3sM6NzinKKZjEZYdozjGlONf_B9cfvAYHegRsV_Ok7w5siSr0ijf4j50lbD6fIY5ZAlSQHaMelF-b8FTOUqnXVmZf-xbwFIxIzL3Vs7qd0fo8tRrpoM4NRQ2Ud0exNPC7Dc8Vat_f/s1600-h/LHKPhoto38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFySj3sM6NzinKKZjEZYdozjGlONf_B9cfvAYHegRsV_Ok7w5siSr0ijf4j50lbD6fIY5ZAlSQHaMelF-b8FTOUqnXVmZf-xbwFIxIzL3Vs7qd0fo8tRrpoM4NRQ2Ud0exNPC7Dc8Vat_f/s320/LHKPhoto38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376830879860003010" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br />Ok.. it is Weird Wednesday around here today because I have had something on my mind for quiet a few weeks now. During a wild round of RummiKub and maybe after hanging out with Jose for at least half a bottle or so, something crossed my mind. Why when we are upset do we call other people body parts and are those seriously any worse that any other body part?<div><br /></div><div>Let's take Boob... why are we calling people BOOB? Why not Elbow Fat?</div><div><br /></div><div>Butthead.. why not Crusty Eye Socket?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwK6cT1wZsn2cbEl9DT1rOtx98XQEcZ0f1e1bomZnbYx3xzkFs2HmWpxo4WfCC-k8p-5MGJ9clCr0CbhfSpw0nforqinOefr-F9WboygX3hIS7LwRy_TPcF69mOwcoxCSDb5OZ2RfoUwVB/s1600-h/LHKPhoto22.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwK6cT1wZsn2cbEl9DT1rOtx98XQEcZ0f1e1bomZnbYx3xzkFs2HmWpxo4WfCC-k8p-5MGJ9clCr0CbhfSpw0nforqinOefr-F9WboygX3hIS7LwRy_TPcF69mOwcoxCSDb5OZ2RfoUwVB/s320/LHKPhoto22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376830874610934642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><div>Ass... why not Stinky Ear Wax?</div><div><br /></div><div>I could do this all day long people and let's look at this closely! If you are in an argument with someone even a stranger who cut you off on the road and you are getting ready to scream ASSHOLE out the window.. pause and think of another body part... Yell out... Blistered Pinky Toe! I bet ya that you are going to make yourself laugh and completely forget about him cutting you off. In an argument with your kid over homework instead of calling them a stubborn butt head... not that I ever would do such a thing... scream you are such a sore shoulder blade! The chances of you walking away and not laughing are slim to none.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3J5pByp0pDTKczQn21y3celEdK25i5VLzKN64_ilnmn1T-XV2VhoBNQ33ycWNXsqJDRJD_yihQA0agr7r5lUuZnPEfYHkHQ3vvKyAqcmb_Ib0Y_6g2pBJ6ex5QfOLKdS14Yzr_PY7QB6j/s1600-h/LHKPhoto11.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3J5pByp0pDTKczQn21y3celEdK25i5VLzKN64_ilnmn1T-XV2VhoBNQ33ycWNXsqJDRJD_yihQA0agr7r5lUuZnPEfYHkHQ3vvKyAqcmb_Ib0Y_6g2pBJ6ex5QfOLKdS14Yzr_PY7QB6j/s320/LHKPhoto11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376830866537846306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div>Come on everyone let's give it a whirl I am thinking that you will have many arguments ending in fits of giggles! </div><div><br /></div><div>Have a lovely day all you clipped finger nails and LHK to a scabby knee out there! </div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-50450010758046164072009-09-01T06:55:00.005-05:002009-09-01T07:45:43.627-05:00Windows... cause I did doors last week<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTUefXcwxqSA7ZiiP6jV5r8slUJqbceJFP2FTG_P1xpYZVrR80vg-uHlvYXCRnkzStHCxasm0RU5s9NeKUWzXwSfVqlWPEO8VQeBQJywhLeuLbRYnu5-frZUEzIMZzYn7qeT3RZJLaRof/s1600-h/DSC_0948.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTUefXcwxqSA7ZiiP6jV5r8slUJqbceJFP2FTG_P1xpYZVrR80vg-uHlvYXCRnkzStHCxasm0RU5s9NeKUWzXwSfVqlWPEO8VQeBQJywhLeuLbRYnu5-frZUEzIMZzYn7qeT3RZJLaRof/s320/DSC_0948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376476649021972498" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><h2 class="me" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; ">win⋅dow</h2><h2 class="me" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "> </h2><span class="pronset" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="show_spellpr" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="prondelim" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">[</span><span class="pron" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="boldface" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: 700; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">win</span>-doh</span><span class="prondelim" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">]</span> </span></span><div class="body" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div class="pbk" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><span class="pg" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: inline; font-style: italic; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">–noun</span><table class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; width: 455px; "><tbody style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><td width="35" class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; ">1.</td><td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; ">an opening in the wall of a building, the side of a vehicle, etc., for the admission of air or light, or both, commonly fitted with a frame in which are set movable sashes containing panes of glass.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 60px;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs2leN0uidz8nn6xnNEAIGaNetNNinnyPo7kugKl-RPA0pXZ4M57i7NT8rIfkbEperpYejLy6CIWmmE9Pe6Q8vefbFN7NbuNNkYs3CQmGzcX7cUPbE9XiyUmGU2Lh-O9LEVgD09Y4qs0y/s1600-h/DSC_0827.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs2leN0uidz8nn6xnNEAIGaNetNNinnyPo7kugKl-RPA0pXZ4M57i7NT8rIfkbEperpYejLy6CIWmmE9Pe6Q8vefbFN7NbuNNkYs3CQmGzcX7cUPbE9XiyUmGU2Lh-O9LEVgD09Y4qs0y/s320/DSC_0827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376476629742972386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">I love the old swing out window in this house, I am ashamed to admit that I don't have a better picture of it but when you are being chased by a man in a golf cart you take what you can get. </div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">I can't say this is entirely how I feel about windows, this definition to me leaves out so much of what a window can be. Windows can also be used for the deadmission of young people who didn't want to use the door because of one parent or another. </div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PN3D5CCW2Ux7_ZoWhDyL1gINixX7Yv3xCyDdnNan9WR96jBRmQlFwPpiTycFUd_gw_yvuLHlmDqebIgneyu6C3shhK2r0-Z5gXoftPURdJjD0fUxIcbPnRui7d8XWlyrPkvouYhQZjVQ/s1600-h/100_1194.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PN3D5CCW2Ux7_ZoWhDyL1gINixX7Yv3xCyDdnNan9WR96jBRmQlFwPpiTycFUd_gw_yvuLHlmDqebIgneyu6C3shhK2r0-Z5gXoftPURdJjD0fUxIcbPnRui7d8XWlyrPkvouYhQZjVQ/s320/100_1194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376476626141004482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Directly on the other side of this house is another window that my sister and I climbed out of so we could say we snuck out, we came back in through the door cause at the time no one cared that we were even gone. </div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Windows can be used to peek inside of the world of other times, I like peeking in old windows that are filmed in a bit of dirt and imagine what happened in a room 100 years ago. I am a bit weird like that.</div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_J0YFk-NhwLdD3H9Uf516j_ZWh7zSFVT-q5JfS_b1hK-tSGJlYi-lmBpIoufkATuJQAPS6KU_536UggC3EA4DAPdf5qzOfnQvDH9v97-tW6d-H-Gjxg4bBg2Gqu_MqNpr4j2VKchXUaYX/s1600-h/DSC_0927.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_J0YFk-NhwLdD3H9Uf516j_ZWh7zSFVT-q5JfS_b1hK-tSGJlYi-lmBpIoufkATuJQAPS6KU_536UggC3EA4DAPdf5qzOfnQvDH9v97-tW6d-H-Gjxg4bBg2Gqu_MqNpr4j2VKchXUaYX/s320/DSC_0927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376476640097939010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span></div><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">When I look in this window I see a little girl looking back. </span></span></div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Windows also give us means for escape a place to look out of when we feel trapped and long for the trip that is going to take us away from the place we are today even if that place is no where physically different. </div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPueWZfciYz6ULwMl1inwACFegxA4DWP9d2Grx7fvJwAhfEj-Lxe9HBlzpqxcK8gRU_IOx9-p4zgHadiSzFc5Sf4ODLIZfYFU3e97xlDHIDvJUSiTkZmwY7eJowojr3DxbVs6F6-vMq-1/s1600-h/DSC_8097.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPueWZfciYz6ULwMl1inwACFegxA4DWP9d2Grx7fvJwAhfEj-Lxe9HBlzpqxcK8gRU_IOx9-p4zgHadiSzFc5Sf4ODLIZfYFU3e97xlDHIDvJUSiTkZmwY7eJowojr3DxbVs6F6-vMq-1/s320/DSC_8097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376477234440645378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span></div><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">Two seeing eyes you can almost see the soul of the house through them. </span></span></div><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKTk0uBXHCfcMFHDDOktqwWKJ8QW-wK8phm7YBJDWvDLW6j9r8cxJdi7WRINOtmP8UjOhs8lqU3Y_8Gf4LwbE30c45Sk5DxxJm-axgxQX7SFyefFBSyZUa4xD6rfQvGa2Vvr0k5kPkHwO/s1600-h/DSC_8090.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKTk0uBXHCfcMFHDDOktqwWKJ8QW-wK8phm7YBJDWvDLW6j9r8cxJdi7WRINOtmP8UjOhs8lqU3Y_8Gf4LwbE30c45Sk5DxxJm-axgxQX7SFyefFBSyZUa4xD6rfQvGa2Vvr0k5kPkHwO/s320/DSC_8090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376476654789512626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">I can't even venture a guess on this one, Such beautiful frame work to be spoiled by an intrusion of brick. </span></span></div><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrN1ZhGnGE4EwBwUXNAVlhQnSQV0wC4gXsu6YeZ0EoK5FH4J8NVUUSXZE6KSjGWu9BGEPM0-j-PDtFctjn0X-BlwxCyFlCCAS44U0NLB6zGFg1B9lCtBEPAbG1FRpArMECW1FAqy3an8aJ/s1600-h/DSC_8311.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrN1ZhGnGE4EwBwUXNAVlhQnSQV0wC4gXsu6YeZ0EoK5FH4J8NVUUSXZE6KSjGWu9BGEPM0-j-PDtFctjn0X-BlwxCyFlCCAS44U0NLB6zGFg1B9lCtBEPAbG1FRpArMECW1FAqy3an8aJ/s320/DSC_8311.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376477244268571394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="pbk" style="text-align: center;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">The house that Jack Built. </span></span></div></div></span>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-34171477367550056912009-08-31T05:38:00.003-05:002009-08-31T06:39:33.435-05:00Dude... and not like Duuuuddddeee but like Dude.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNBog_IHs-pTb06CeuY70zXsuiaMPW8G82DTRpzL1oG9aEUpyPVilRkJDVFLRebkJ5e303pDK_J_o4CDkOmCgjO7yCQtYW9Oyaig32dJlch27rL8g8ks-b-QSxaKTnQ6Ik6njC8zl4ng_/s1600-h/Why+are+you+laughing+at+me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNBog_IHs-pTb06CeuY70zXsuiaMPW8G82DTRpzL1oG9aEUpyPVilRkJDVFLRebkJ5e303pDK_J_o4CDkOmCgjO7yCQtYW9Oyaig32dJlch27rL8g8ks-b-QSxaKTnQ6Ik6njC8zl4ng_/s320/Why+are+you+laughing+at+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376089190484630978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Why are you laughing at me?? 1998</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Today was supposed to be a post about a hawk but instead it is a very late birthday post for Dude the baby of the water people. Why so late.. cause I am a great mom like that. <div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pNC3ojgNt8VrZrewZjwdRE0hQgNawzRPNb6C7SjswGtI8A05Q3FXEi7Z72HJYUKa1AJFYAMkPSnU6hh8y0iqK_CgpKHJq-SD-gDx5WkhMYc0MsN4ELpBjiLXKuqO6UXsD1iIXlrEjeOk/s1600-h/Aug+27+2005+005.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pNC3ojgNt8VrZrewZjwdRE0hQgNawzRPNb6C7SjswGtI8A05Q3FXEi7Z72HJYUKa1AJFYAMkPSnU6hh8y0iqK_CgpKHJq-SD-gDx5WkhMYc0MsN4ELpBjiLXKuqO6UXsD1iIXlrEjeOk/s320/Aug+27+2005+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376089174630702946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday August 27th 2005</div><div>For 12 years this little person has been part of my life, oh pfffftt who am I kidding the kid has pretty much been my whole world and I his. As I look back over those years now there have been so many high spots and just as many low spots. I can only hope as his mother that I am doing the right thing in getting him through this rough rocky road called life, because as special as the kid is he did not come with a handbook either.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh235cXLk2UCIsMhka_Fbg1RO6VwFlhMa50LNzR91lLJdsAst4XH127DuROWNkRrYDSp6eiDoQWytYYnmIJHE_xi3UX7cwfh1-aZV0XdwawDFCIWNydDOOpGzZ4Af3odz9g4dkiAdgHSS0O/s1600-h/May+2006+031.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh235cXLk2UCIsMhka_Fbg1RO6VwFlhMa50LNzR91lLJdsAst4XH127DuROWNkRrYDSp6eiDoQWytYYnmIJHE_xi3UX7cwfh1-aZV0XdwawDFCIWNydDOOpGzZ4Af3odz9g4dkiAdgHSS0O/s320/May+2006+031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376089184360026466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Out on the boat 2006</div><div>Out of the three waterkids he is the only one that actually looks anything like me, the other two not so much, I like to tell people that I kept trying until one finally showed some sort of resemblance to me and when they say "He doesn't look THAT much like you either." the reply simply is.. but he is weird like me so good enough.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8ktY1TSwT09KgrTM4GtnCRljuQ651cRWUec5XmodlYf7h4qGlfK3GBgI_02d7r9UAAmCIm77bMJi-fPFCIQF27ObMH7kz8DbFyOG-eTgJQFY6pUr-S49JsGjKn38BaGqoXnGdihMSSXz/s1600-h/100_1005.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8ktY1TSwT09KgrTM4GtnCRljuQ651cRWUec5XmodlYf7h4qGlfK3GBgI_02d7r9UAAmCIm77bMJi-fPFCIQF27ObMH7kz8DbFyOG-eTgJQFY6pUr-S49JsGjKn38BaGqoXnGdihMSSXz/s320/100_1005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376089169630135234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">November 2008 Christmas picture. </div><div><br /></div><div>Six years ago in the first grade of school Dude was diagnosed with severe ADHD and we began working to control the symptoms enough to get him through school and activities. To say this diagnosis was shocking is putting it mildly because no one else in my family showed any such signs of not being able to sit still (comes back from getting spoon) or paying atten... LOOK AT THE KITTY!!!! Ok Ok.. it was me.. I did this to my child he resembles me in the brain area. To say this has been a rough road would be putting it mildly so I will not bore you with details of how we got to where we are today and how many teeth we had to pull to get here and what not, but six years ago his diagnosis was a bit off, and now today at the age of 12 we will be starting to learn new skills to deal with the trail ahead. Dude has Asperger's Syndrome and in case you can't say it like he couldn't... think of it like this Ass Burger and you got it. (I will not admit or deny actually telling that to my kid)</div><div><br /></div><div>Asperger's is a mild for of Autism but this too... we will conquer. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2OWVvdadPkOTvcuMfZtMHPdi_Hr4l8U4PJ2xJZGBd3JrfEzJf4k17H4qvOb4sLUjnAOuhXIsxnT4zpnNhz7izE7eJt3cTfbwxVodzAhnd-66Tgds5WmtwnxV-iz3J_1rJ5SFYwoSZvyq/s1600-h/DSC_0782.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2OWVvdadPkOTvcuMfZtMHPdi_Hr4l8U4PJ2xJZGBd3JrfEzJf4k17H4qvOb4sLUjnAOuhXIsxnT4zpnNhz7izE7eJt3cTfbwxVodzAhnd-66Tgds5WmtwnxV-iz3J_1rJ5SFYwoSZvyq/s320/DSC_0782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376089180585838562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hanging with Mom August 2009 out taking pictures. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday my sweet boy.</div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-3540693798521179692009-08-28T07:06:00.004-05:002009-08-28T07:49:29.066-05:00Copycat in the making...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6abmvrZd3LjLtCjTJmYI0MVqoWJII55kFHl8Y4c9wjB26uCmg0z0bmLFILJBc97r7HlztEnSExBKaK4G0MfzomlfM015QHELbAKsagzEqMi9FOgojeOAaY8MjrJZYkGCtHiQcoyixac9/s1600-h/DSC_8695.jpg"></a>Ok that is a lie I am not in the making cause I actually already am by the time you read this. This morning as I looked through my photos wanting something to pop for me to blog about. I have done the sadness of graves twice this week even if half of mine are slightly funny so even though there were hundreds of them I passed straight by. <div><br /></div><div>Then I had a GREAT idea and was going to do a fun Friday.. that was too much work. </div><div><br /></div><div>I kept plowing through the multitudes of swimming images and finally saw this:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0RWb_bN2YiWw1A3620DEMu_TxRJMFqb3OMeEkoq85HQUgfO9ruBNaWZvQDLDHUoJUOQXglcGx5axAbVsIeaM8NEJB2Iq-oYX6D1HDLDZhEgqFzPTzrsC-YvcpLTo4NhJXrX41o-2DYWpg/s1600-h/DSC_8697.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0RWb_bN2YiWw1A3620DEMu_TxRJMFqb3OMeEkoq85HQUgfO9ruBNaWZvQDLDHUoJUOQXglcGx5axAbVsIeaM8NEJB2Iq-oYX6D1HDLDZhEgqFzPTzrsC-YvcpLTo4NhJXrX41o-2DYWpg/s320/DSC_8697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374993992900440418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><div>It lead me on my way and before I could blink twice I had copied these two lovely ladies <a href="http://lifeinmathews.blogspot.com/2009/08/doors.html">Chesapeake Bay Woman</a> and <a href="http://onthem104.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-in-hoodthe-doors_20.html">Daryl</a>... but isn't Imitation the greatest form of flattery???</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6abmvrZd3LjLtCjTJmYI0MVqoWJII55kFHl8Y4c9wjB26uCmg0z0bmLFILJBc97r7HlztEnSExBKaK4G0MfzomlfM015QHELbAKsagzEqMi9FOgojeOAaY8MjrJZYkGCtHiQcoyixac9/s320/DSC_8695.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374993987860778482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, fantasy;">This picture was taking in Aldie, VA while giving instructions to cook Ravoli to a kid who was 200 miles away. </span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg732A4XwCetUNCqKo2evm0sadTtUHm0KLHtvGPhuGZCSXD_PW39RyOXhtxpJFoVMX6jOaTYMuKEHuAatBTP4k4mazDqyrYB3jk1nJo1umELDA6p2xuVrTEHu2I25-0EaD4ic-NbK4rRFiM/s1600-h/DSC_8306.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg732A4XwCetUNCqKo2evm0sadTtUHm0KLHtvGPhuGZCSXD_PW39RyOXhtxpJFoVMX6jOaTYMuKEHuAatBTP4k4mazDqyrYB3jk1nJo1umELDA6p2xuVrTEHu2I25-0EaD4ic-NbK4rRFiM/s320/DSC_8306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374993983369198418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a>I wanted to open it just a tad and peek inside. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcvJHRkfWZ9J5pXXFWZp4XKS_bd6ivI7kRRxkYlLSYadrc767UparG0D7-DqnvRpLXedH3acqvD-ACo96duasw4vT579DGcAsFZEL__Eb7bsSnpzMUIj0X3-BIdpJNF9AE0SsaGOQgRtw/s1600-h/DSC_8299.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcvJHRkfWZ9J5pXXFWZp4XKS_bd6ivI7kRRxkYlLSYadrc767UparG0D7-DqnvRpLXedH3acqvD-ACo96duasw4vT579DGcAsFZEL__Eb7bsSnpzMUIj0X3-BIdpJNF9AE0SsaGOQgRtw/s320/DSC_8299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374993382965777474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /></a>Why does this one seem so inviting to me. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrAw2S4t0nIhysq9DOozWYOcfvfI-XVVExuALviuOyf8bW_KUg55Zt1gX6TOVCVQLtocJRfMkOKkOsGmdfRLWwXeAjDJE2jCt6quG1vycEIfK6iHrRTiD4_kjUs17ohyphenhyphenMrx3hs8ynk8W-/s1600-h/DSC_8095.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrAw2S4t0nIhysq9DOozWYOcfvfI-XVVExuALviuOyf8bW_KUg55Zt1gX6TOVCVQLtocJRfMkOKkOsGmdfRLWwXeAjDJE2jCt6quG1vycEIfK6iHrRTiD4_kjUs17ohyphenhyphenMrx3hs8ynk8W-/s320/DSC_8095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374993372438268386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a>On the way out..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8J1emZyIum9HtoLEXiZBCDrnRSvRiodsOsQinAJ42RAqKsSxBCSakNjaUqQ2h03X_Jck3xTOTgWM4unbPnQ1oqJ9uZ29J1VrTncT87qoDzD7_MybhF7PJ02Y7lVHoMVEgJFw2NO07c10/s1600-h/DSC_8092.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8J1emZyIum9HtoLEXiZBCDrnRSvRiodsOsQinAJ42RAqKsSxBCSakNjaUqQ2h03X_Jck3xTOTgWM4unbPnQ1oqJ9uZ29J1VrTncT87qoDzD7_MybhF7PJ02Y7lVHoMVEgJFw2NO07c10/s320/DSC_8092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374993367745929346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px; " /></a>Some doors aren't doors anymore... they are just ways.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXesQwV9KR0gljXGaBfhuma5D_j0EoveN1Uww7NYfwhCAXQg-9HyYgKwcAZcAoEdMoeObklHIhUHTiPpQ86_cxgn221PBxUb9n0HVpazrmnmjSSk0G259vPohtIPG_dOHnKONmoEF2X-d/s1600-h/DSC_0895.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXesQwV9KR0gljXGaBfhuma5D_j0EoveN1Uww7NYfwhCAXQg-9HyYgKwcAZcAoEdMoeObklHIhUHTiPpQ86_cxgn221PBxUb9n0HVpazrmnmjSSk0G259vPohtIPG_dOHnKONmoEF2X-d/s320/DSC_0895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374993360088897266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a>Hanging on...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIY_WQUk_ImwTZqBoXk872rbYzRWu2jF4ETDAeZoILxKg2b3hOtxrFC9LvoztwojKxh6DttC7CaKCNLa32RflGmCjBr_-ZoMYLmOF7UWMRU2OqlIWP-EpQ3aYTb1BeZINzQLtF8G9i6-B/s1600-h/DSC_0853.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIY_WQUk_ImwTZqBoXk872rbYzRWu2jF4ETDAeZoILxKg2b3hOtxrFC9LvoztwojKxh6DttC7CaKCNLa32RflGmCjBr_-ZoMYLmOF7UWMRU2OqlIWP-EpQ3aYTb1BeZINzQLtF8G9i6-B/s320/DSC_0853.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374993351619813618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div>Last but not least... EEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH RUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNN! </div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-1940893591802855742009-08-27T05:10:00.003-05:002009-08-27T05:15:59.726-05:00Thoughtless Thursday...Why cause the one thought I had to post today was in one of the many brain cells I masacuered with obscene amounts of wine and cigarettes last night.<br /><br />Sister, I love you but sometimes I could kill you... how dare you TWIST AND WRING on my arm like that, if I remember correctly one of the four parents we had taught us never to physically abuse each other. (explanation for you confused people out there: I very nicely requested we stop drinking after the first glass she woman handled me into helping her drink 4.... bottles)<br /><br />Going to crawl under my desk for a nap now.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-45796881454640169812009-08-26T06:03:00.002-05:002009-08-26T06:16:02.577-05:00Wordless Wednesday???<div style="text-align: left;">Me Wordless?? Not really possible. Truth is I am in a hurry on my way out the door to visit my sister person over night and looking forward to TWO nights of adult conversation and good wine! Special Treat stopping by HERE on the way home... anyone know where that is?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2NZ7Us1gj0u6Ahze0xM2_5X4KpoKYPjUIoVUJNNAqmdAMwUZt8_U-ZiwRM1s4qxTTADiX-u8Vvm8HXCtY_BgDWigsUpCpb2cd2MHMDjwf5M1tHYcroSNLR-qFqKF7RKyVGWiZgDXLLbe/s1600-h/Canoe.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2NZ7Us1gj0u6Ahze0xM2_5X4KpoKYPjUIoVUJNNAqmdAMwUZt8_U-ZiwRM1s4qxTTADiX-u8Vvm8HXCtY_BgDWigsUpCpb2cd2MHMDjwf5M1tHYcroSNLR-qFqKF7RKyVGWiZgDXLLbe/s320/Canoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374228779201396610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Friends are the people who walk in when the rest of the world is walking out.... </div><div><br /></div></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633910724931922208.post-44083877788297322762009-08-25T05:50:00.007-05:002009-08-25T07:04:37.601-05:00History...<div style="text-align: center;">A few days ago Dude and I went on a little adventure where we took some shots of old houses and went to local public cemeteries that required no fence climbing to get to. And quite frankly the sign did not say Keep Out or Posted or No Trespassing.. it SAID No Tres. Now I don't now much Spanish but I know a wee bit, enough to know that we were Tres but we were Dos so we were good to go.</div><div><br /></div><div>The other day I posted some of the weird names that I found while on that excursion and <a href="http://soupisnotafingerfood.wordpress.com/">This Lovely Lady</a> thought it might be a good idea to tell me to dig for an obituary of one in particular. Little did the lovely lady know I would actually take the time yesterday to go to the local library and do just that. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBEiIdpmWnyvqykCbOe4Dg7bkBx6XebpBIafdJ78Xg07DXDVrJxHuEE7t2Xe5wYNpQ3nSW9l7PVKJH1X1XwbEDU3vT3eUxZnBVw1OyfyTP89XRFDiy5eZlsvFXhbKpuu8XvdeQiWjll9uN/s1600-h/DSC_0748.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBEiIdpmWnyvqykCbOe4Dg7bkBx6XebpBIafdJ78Xg07DXDVrJxHuEE7t2Xe5wYNpQ3nSW9l7PVKJH1X1XwbEDU3vT3eUxZnBVw1OyfyTP89XRFDiy5eZlsvFXhbKpuu8XvdeQiWjll9uN/s320/DSC_0748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373870443623109362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></a><div>Pocohontas Hudgins</div><div>A funeral Service was held at 2 pm Saturday in Bethel United Methodist Church for Miss Pocohontas Hudgins 80, of Onemo, who died on Thursday, March 10, 1977 in a Richmond hospital after a long illness. </div><div><br /></div><div>Miss Hudgins was a member of Bethel Church. </div><div><br /></div><div>Survivors include a sister Mrs. James T Davis of Onemo. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Service was conducted by Rev. Ralph Rice and the Rev. William Hindman. Burial was at Pear Tree Cemetery. </div><div><br /></div><div>So there you have it.. no nickname mentioned... she probably went by Po or something cute like that.. </div><div><br /></div><div>WARNING TISSUE ALERT! </div><div><br /></div><div>Now that that mystery is solved I moved on to another one. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2lb8YRS4Q4R6wYwpdjQuUgcd5RuirViCCqgxK37EQrpAkGRrkPjvGbVat0RlG8eur6iVFixX1JglypuaqHRqC6kAITr2HEXYD95b4mwxJ4HYg384RzmNPqeeDmo7tbkzO41mGL63oqUXP/s1600-h/DSC_0810.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2lb8YRS4Q4R6wYwpdjQuUgcd5RuirViCCqgxK37EQrpAkGRrkPjvGbVat0RlG8eur6iVFixX1JglypuaqHRqC6kAITr2HEXYD95b4mwxJ4HYg384RzmNPqeeDmo7tbkzO41mGL63oqUXP/s320/DSC_0810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373870454868376450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></a><div>Do you notice anything unusual in this shot? It took me a minute to grasp the magnitude of what I was actually seeing and even then I looked AGAIN. My first thought was .. this is a carvers mistake (it happened a lot back then) and then I saw this</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulW2o-X7CerBye_R7VInmYwAvbdVIlrT8UaRW30Y6klGNBnVHkwX4XQrYu9058jEQV3zbOu-bMaSxjBVFZUw-db2zOKykBk8ijbuEw9HCc3wBkviggnf8l_LxAIixEUtyd8XM-LxRDmWR/s1600-h/DSC_0812.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulW2o-X7CerBye_R7VInmYwAvbdVIlrT8UaRW30Y6klGNBnVHkwX4XQrYu9058jEQV3zbOu-bMaSxjBVFZUw-db2zOKykBk8ijbuEw9HCc3wBkviggnf8l_LxAIixEUtyd8XM-LxRDmWR/s320/DSC_0812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373870455846831074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div> which confirmed that either </div><div>a) the carver was a COMPLETE idiot. </div><div>b) someone filled in the order form for this stone wrong</div><div>or </div><div>c) There were twin babies buried in that teeny tiny little plot. </div><div><br /></div><div>So the research began... First to the Clerk of Court who had a very LARGE very OLD very STINKY book of death. It was all of the recorded deaths in the county from the late 1700s to roughly 1874. Which as you can see.. 1874 did not cover me. So then it was on to the Health Dept. to ask what they could do to help because apparently THEY are the peeps who are the holders of death now. Not sure how they got that lovely job but they do. HOWEVER, they only hold records as far back as 2007 THAT certainly was not going to help me. But the nice lady there directed me to Richmond .. 800 Broad St to be exact where I would have to GO to get what I was looking for.. OH PFFFFFT. I seriously did not have time to go running off to Richmond all willy nilly yesterday afternoon. So I packed that mystery back in it's pretty little box and tied it with a little light blue bow for the boys, realizing I may never know which option from above had occurred. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then it was off to research an obit on Pocohantas which I knew I would find even if she did not make it easy on me. You see she died in March 1977 so if you are using Microfish you would start at the January paper and only have 12 papers to thumb through before getting to hers and waalaa all done. That would be if anyone other than ME were doing this... I put the film in the machine and what do I see.. END the mirror image of END. Ummm this isn't right... "Hey nice library dude... this isn't right is it?" Nope it isn't. "Well what do I do?" Nothing you can do it was put on backwards and upside down "WHAT??" You will have to research it that way "WHAT??? I am good but I do not want to attempt to read 52 papers upside down!" Oh I can fix that but you will have to start at Dec 31 issue. So you see.. to find her I had to read 40 papers! UGH. </div><div><br /></div><div>During that time I got up and walked around the room a bit cause well.. my eyes were crossing and I found a Mathews County Record of Deaths book that ended in 1874. Nice I thought I could have come in here and not had to deal with the stinky book at the other office. I still couldn't figure out why death records stopped at that year but there was a fire of some sort and some records were destroyed I think. Then... peaking out from behind a book where it did not belong I found.. Mathews County Death Records though 1896!!!!!! WOOHOOO... I was going to be able to prove it was just some idiots mistake!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't. </div><div><br /></div><div>John Williams (wh) age: 10 mos Cause: Complication of Disease Place: Haven Recorded by: Thomas Williams Head of Family Parents Thomas and Betty Williams</div><div><br /></div><div>Richard Williams (wh) age: 10 mos Cause: Complication of Disease Place: Haven Recorded by: Thomas Williams Head of Family Parents Thomas and Betty Williams</div><div><br /></div><div>My heart broke in a million pieces at that moment. So all you moms out there.. go hug your kid or give them a call and tell them how much you love them, and be grateful that we do not live in a time or place where death is so rampant that it could take both of your boys in one fail swoop. </div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com7