<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995</id><updated>2012-01-24T09:25:07.950-05:00</updated><category term='Coex Aquarium'/><category term='Darrell&apos;s Going Away Party Pictures'/><category term='Au Chocolat Designer Paper'/><category term='I&apos;m So Sad'/><category term='Seoul'/><category term='Lawrence Welk'/><category term='Scrapped Clock'/><category term='My 3 Little Wild Men'/><category term='5-in-1 Template Box'/><category term='TypePad'/><category term='winners'/><category term='Evolution of Dance'/><category term='It&apos;aewon'/><category term='Plane trip to Korea'/><category term='Dragon Hill Lodge'/><category term='So Very'/><category term='Oval Punches'/><category term='Stampin&apos; Up'/><category term='Polka Dots and Paisley'/><category term='Donkey Bite'/><category term='Little Stinker'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Childhood Memories'/><category term='Floral Background'/><title type='text'>Creating My Memories</title><subtitle type='html'>....and oh, what memories I have!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-8535980631250390924</id><published>2008-01-03T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:42:49.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donkey Bite'/><title type='text'>Donkey Bite Picture</title><content type='html'>I finally got to download some of Ashley's donkey-bite pictues.  These were taken about 3 days after the crazy-donkey attack.  Let me say, first, that Ashley's doing fine.  There is definitely going to be some scarring, but Ashley's bite will almost be a "Badge of Honor" that she will be able to carry with her.  After all, how many of us can say that we have donkey-bite scars to show off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R3_kT0dWHyI/AAAAAAAAASY/mAxlUN83_oU/s1600-h/100_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R3_kT0dWHyI/AAAAAAAAASY/mAxlUN83_oU/s200/100_2462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152087527885512482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R4Eg4EdWH0I/AAAAAAAAASo/oclBvhl5-90/s1600-h/100_2466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R4Eg4EdWH0I/AAAAAAAAASo/oclBvhl5-90/s200/100_2466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152435596330147650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not sure if Blogger is having problems or if I'm having problems, but I can only get one picture to upload right now.  Perhaps it's the me/blogger combination, but I'm giving up.  One picture will have to suffice for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  Finally able to add a close-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-8535980631250390924?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8535980631250390924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=8535980631250390924&amp;isPopup=true' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/8535980631250390924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/8535980631250390924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2008/01/donkey-bite-picture.html' title='Donkey Bite Picture'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R3_kT0dWHyI/AAAAAAAAASY/mAxlUN83_oU/s72-c/100_2462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-5781101696052476878</id><published>2008-01-01T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:39:54.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007</title><content type='html'>Well, 2007 has now come and gone.  I wish everyone a great 2008!  Be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-5781101696052476878?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5781101696052476878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=5781101696052476878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5781101696052476878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5781101696052476878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2007'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-3423078481065956054</id><published>2007-12-30T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:26:44.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution of Dance'/><title type='text'>This year's memories almost gone</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a great Christmas with those you love.  Gina, Ashley, Kalli, and I went down to Marti's Christmas afternoon and spent a couple of days with her and the kids.  I really missed Darrell and family this year, but it was good to be with "most" of the grandkids anyway.  I've been sitting here this afternoon listening to the rain.  Boy, did we get it last night!  The dogs woke me up about 2:30 whimpering because of all the lightning and thunder.  That Ranger is a mess.  He cannot stand bad weather.  So, I spent the rest of the night with him trying his best to lay right on my face.  Kind of hard to sleep that way, if you know what I mean.  Dang, my TVs are messed up again.  I can only pick up a few channels and cannot get FOX News at all.  I'm about to go through Fox DTs.  I went in a while ago and fixed Ash and I a hot dog and came back to the computer and she had been on YouTube.  I found a video that I have been sitting here for about 30 minutes watching over and over.  It is a hoot and thought I'd share it with you.  Brings back lots of memories.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I have.  One more day and 2007 will be gone.  Gosh, where does time go to these days?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvVbuVGtGSE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NvVbuVGtGSE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for those who can't relate to the video, there is THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1U8f7TmYkA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1U8f7TmYkA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the first video, I was sure that I had dated him at one point in my life, but after seeing the second, I realized that I dated the second guy and we just watched the first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-3423078481065956054?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3423078481065956054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=3423078481065956054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3423078481065956054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3423078481065956054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-years-memories-almost-gone.html' title='This year&apos;s memories almost gone'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-1681829399693439338</id><published>2007-12-23T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:21:31.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coex Aquarium'/><title type='text'>A Trip to the Coex Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got some pictures yesterday from Darrell.  They had made a trip to the Coex Aquarium with the boys.  And, of course, I had to do some searching and see what was said about the aquarium.  A couple of sites I looked at made reference to the extrememly high cost of admission.  For the 5 of them, the admission was 57,500 Won.  Of course, I had to find a money conversion table to see how much that was in US dollars.  I was expecting something outrageous, but the conversion said that 57,500 Won was equivalent to $61.14.  Dang, one person can't go anywhere around here for that amount.  Here's what I found about Coex Aquarium.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarded as the greatest theme aquarium in South Korea, Coex Aquarium is a massive facility with more than 2500 tons of water. With a variety of 650 species, the aquarium houses over 40,000 marine animals. If this seems impressive already, wait, there is much more to disclose. The theme exhibition at this aquarium is the "Journey of Water". The journey of water begins from mountain tops as snow and glaciers melt; then passing through the deep and inaccessible curvatures of rain forests, the journey ultimately ends in the deep blue sea. This theme is a great way to know the lifecycle of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you acquire knowledge of the lifecycle of water, it is time to know more about spectacular marine life. There is an undersea tunnel at Coex Aquarium that passes through 2000 tons of water. Enveloped by durable Optical fiber glass wall, walking through this tunnel you would discover and be amazed by spectacular looking marine animals including fearsome sharks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coex Aquarium is unique in another respect. Blending pleasure with learning, the section called "Lectures at Sea" provides a holistic knowledge to the visitors about spectacular marine life. Commonly regarded as ruthless predators, this park aims to eradicate misconceptions about sharks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coex Aquarium has a sea food restaurant too. So after getting a lot of knowledge about different marine species, enjoy some great tasting sea fish and squid at "Deep Blue". To add more to your pleasurable eating experience, the restaurant has one of its walls shared with the main aquarium. So enjoy seeing marine animals elegantly swimming by as you eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adult ticket at Coex Aquarium, Seoul costs around 14,500 Won but a children ticket can be purchased at 9,500 Won only. There is also discount available for a group of over 20 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Darrell -- "Today we took our first family subway trip (about 10 miles from post) to the COEX Aquarium.  (That 10 miles on subway took about 30 minutes, where if we would have driven, it would have taken probably an hour - and we would have probably gotten lost)...  Pretty neat aquarium and mall complex.  After about 3 hours, the boys were falling apart and it was time to come home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the Subway system and the main station.  (And I thought that Marta in Atlanta was confusing! HaHa!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R25g3kdWHwI/AAAAAAAAASI/PEM9eyfVNLQ/s1600-h/subway_01_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R25g3kdWHwI/AAAAAAAAASI/PEM9eyfVNLQ/s200/subway_01_01.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147157931926888194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R25gc0dWHvI/AAAAAAAAASA/7qSH-pJ9KlQ/s1600-h/banner_subway.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R25gc0dWHvI/AAAAAAAAASA/7qSH-pJ9KlQ/s200/banner_subway.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147157472365387506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now, some pictures from the aquarium.  Looks like there is some pretty neat stuff to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-26.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970204235302&amp;site=widget-26.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970204235302&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-26.slide.com/p1/360287970204235302/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;ad=0&amp;id=360287970204235302&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-26.slide.com/p2/360287970204235302/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-1681829399693439338?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1681829399693439338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=1681829399693439338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/1681829399693439338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/1681829399693439338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/12/trip-to-coex-aquarium.html' title='A Trip to the Coex Aquarium'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/R25g3kdWHwI/AAAAAAAAASI/PEM9eyfVNLQ/s72-c/subway_01_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-7131242664606896729</id><published>2007-12-21T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T15:43:51.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donkey Bite'/><title type='text'>Beware of Donkeys</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I wonder.  I wonder about so-o-o-o-o many things but, mostly I wonder about why bad things happen to good people.  A couple of weeks ago, my granddaughter, Ashley was attacked by a donkey.  Now, I am sure you are sitting there waiting for the punch line, right?  Well, there is none.  This is no joke.  Ashley, who is in the 4th grade gets picked up after school by a neighbor, Cassy.  Cassy helps Ashley with her homework and they hang out till Gina gets off work.  Sometimes Ashley and Cassy run errands or they go out to Cassy's sister's.  That's exactly what they did on this particular day.  Picture this.  It's a nice day in Georgia.  Two good kids decide to go out and visit.  While they are at the sister's house, they decide to go out to the pasture to see the horse.  Cassy is quite a horsewoman and has been very good in teaching Ashley to ride.  They weren't bothering anyone.  They just wanted to see the horse.  No big deal, right?  Wrong.  They had been petting the horse when they looked across the pasture and see the donkey coming toward them.  The grandfather who was with them said not to worry.  The donkey wouldn't bother anyone.  Was he wrong!  When the donkey came up, he headbutted Ashley, knocking her to the ground.  While he had her on the ground, he reached down and bit her in the stomach area.  Cassyi and the grandfather began beating and kicking the donkey trying to get him off Ashley.  They drug her out from under the donkey and got her away from the pasture.  They jumped in the car and took off for home.  Ashley has about a six-inch bite on her stomach.  The donkey broke the skin in about 5 or 6 places.  You can count 17 individual teeth marks.  Ashley was a wreck; Cassy was a wreck and Gina became a wreck.  She immediately called the "Call a Nurse" for her insurance company.  Gina kept telling them that Ashley had been bitten by a donkey.  Not understanding what she was saying, the nurse kept asking, "Mam, what did you say bit her?"  After several times of saying, "A donkey, a donkey, a donkey", the nurse said, "Mam, are you trying to tell me that a Jack Ass bit your daughter?"  "Yes, that's exactly what I am telling you -- a jack ass bit my daughter", exclaimed Gina.  She was told that since a donkey is considered to be livestock and because livestock bites can cause such problems, she should immediately call Ashley's pediatrician.  The doctor finally returned Gina's call and it was determined that since Ashley was up-to-date on all her shots, and because it was now after hours, they should just clean the bite very well and apply some anti-bacterial ointment to it.  She was told to contact them again the next day if the bite looked bad.  Well, Ashley didn't end up having to go to the emergency room and she is OK, but she'll definitely have quite a scar that is sure to be the topic of conversation as she grows up.  Can you imagine the horror of laying on the ground with a crazy donkey biting you?  I would absolutely lose it!  We have pictures, but I haven't gotten Gina to download them yet.  I will try my best to get that done tomorrow and post them so that those of you who still believe this is a joke can see -- my sweet granddaughter has already had to suffer because of a stupid jack ass.  Bless her heart; she should be a LOT older before this happens to her.  Don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-7131242664606896729?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7131242664606896729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=7131242664606896729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7131242664606896729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7131242664606896729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/12/beware-of-donkeys.html' title='Beware of Donkeys'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-5596573642758612358</id><published>2007-11-25T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:07:46.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Cold</title><content type='html'>During this Thanksgiving season, I am trying to forget about all the things in my life (my house) that don't work.  I am trying to forget about the fact that I must go back to work tomorrow.  I am trying to be thankful for the good things and dwell less on the problems that people in my life are suffering from.  I am trying to be thankful for all that I have -- wonderful children, three great sisters (one who watches over me from heaven), wonderful friends, two great brothers-in-law, wonderful nieces and nephews and of course, my precious grandchildren.  I am thankful that my children are healthy.  I am thankful that my foot is better (I hope I'm not jinxing it by saying that).  I am thankful that Bella's hair seems to be regrowing a little around her ears.  I am thankful for the fact that Michael brought me a TV yesterday to replace the one in the den -- I sure was tired of watching Dr. Phil on a 3 x 19" stip.  But, I just found one more thing to be thankful for -- I must stop and say "Thanks!" that I no longer have to deal with the Man Cold.  This is just too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-5596573642758612358?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5596573642758612358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=5596573642758612358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5596573642758612358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5596573642758612358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/11/man-cold.html' title='The Man Cold'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-9012430970845602735</id><published>2007-11-25T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T11:15:22.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Mom's "William Tell Overture"</title><content type='html'>OMG, I had no idea that someone had been writing down all the little things I'd been saying to my children as they grew up!  This is just too dang funny!  I hope this lady has gone back to her hotel room to rest.  She deserves it!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxT5NwQUtVM&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-9012430970845602735?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9012430970845602735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=9012430970845602735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/9012430970845602735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/9012430970845602735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/11/any-moms-william-tell-overture.html' title='Any Mom&apos;s &quot;William Tell Overture&quot;'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-315712011762217366</id><published>2007-11-25T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T11:08:47.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Package</title><content type='html'>This video is so-o-o-o-o funny.  A good friend at school, Heather, gave me a copy of this CD and I think I listened to it continuously for about a week.  What a boost I got each time I listened to it.  I found this on You Tube and thought I'd share it with y'all.  It's a way to listen to some good clean laughter and I absolutely love Chonda's sense of humor.  Hope you Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5e3rU41ju4M&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5e3rU41ju4M&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-315712011762217366?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/315712011762217366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=315712011762217366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/315712011762217366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/315712011762217366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/11/honeymoon-package.html' title='Honeymoon Package'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-2633744525432545955</id><published>2007-11-18T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:53:25.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little early thanksgiving thought</title><content type='html'>I've been sitting here this morning thinking about my children. Aren't we lucky to have them?  I am so thankful for mine.  My son, Darrell, is the best son any mom could have.  I must admit, though, there were a couple of years when I really didn't like him a whole lot.  13 - 14 were tough years for us.  I guess he was busy trying to figure out how he wanted to act and he wasn't real successful at times.  But, once he got things figured out, he became a really caring person.  He's tough, (I guess that's what a soldier has to be, right) but he has a heart of gold.  God truly blessed me when he sent me Darrell.  My daughter, Marti, is a jewel.  I laugh when I think about her growing up.  I used to say that if I just got her dressed and put her on the bus, she would bring home an A.  Marti has always been a hard worker and I always knew she'd be a wonderful woman.  Marti's an Occupational Therapist and has such a good heart and really cares about her patients.  Gina, my youngest, has always been my social butterfly.  Give her an opportunity to have fun and she will go at it 100%.  She has really surprised me, though, in the past 10 years.  Although she still loves to have a blast, she has turned into such a responsible person.  She is truly admired at her job at our local college and is always willing to go that extra mile to help someone.  I am truly blessed that God gave me these three souls to be my children.  Thank you for being there for me, kids.  I truly love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-2633744525432545955?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2633744525432545955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=2633744525432545955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/2633744525432545955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/2633744525432545955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-early-thanksgiving-thought.html' title='A little early thanksgiving thought'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-3822336310323184107</id><published>2007-11-11T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:18:42.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans' Day</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day in the lives of those of us who have freedom.  In honor of our military, I salute all of our Veterans.  A friend, Lorie, had this touching YouTube Video on her site, &lt;a href="http://live-love-laugh-create.blogspot.com/"&gt;Live-Love-Laugh-Create&lt;/a&gt;, and I wanted to share it with all of you, also.  Thanks, Lorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTznZAjIBxk&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTznZAjIBxk&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Continue to Bless all our soldiers and their families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-3822336310323184107?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3822336310323184107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=3822336310323184107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3822336310323184107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3822336310323184107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans&apos; Day'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-7780167561067443825</id><published>2007-11-10T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T14:12:33.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGosh!  My baby's feet are hurting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MANCHU March -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanted to share with y'all some pictures I just received from Darrell from a 25-mile road march that he participated in in Korea. Beautiful beginning -- lousy ending. If you have a queasy stomach, you might not want to look at the ending pictures. Bless his heart. Hope Denise and the boys are taking care of him. (Not sure what a MANCHU is, I'll have to ask him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From Darrell:&lt;br /&gt;2-9 IN conducted our MANCHU MILE in honor of all the MANCHUs that have come before us and for their sacrifices. It is designed to be a 25 mile road march resulting in MANCHUs earning the MANCHU Belt Buckle. This time, we decided (or our BN CDR decided) to incorporate the Korean Terrain to give all current MANCHUs an appreciation of the sacrifices the 9th IN RGT MANCHUs endured fighting in Korea - earining 6 Medal of Honors throughout the Korean War. Attached are some pictures from it (both of the march, as well as results of the march on my feet). I can honestly say this is the most challenging foot march I've ever been on. 25 Miles - started at 0950 and completed at 1615 (6 hours and 25 mintues). The march had three rest breaks for 15 minutes each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Beginning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX1ja716zI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zh9hDVCDW8E/s1600-h/DSCF1603-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131277339333094194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX1ja716zI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zh9hDVCDW8E/s200/DSCF1603-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX19K7160I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l4D8G1LnpuI/s1600-h/DSCF1605-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131277781714725698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX19K7160I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/l4D8G1LnpuI/s200/DSCF1605-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX2O67161I/AAAAAAAAAQY/x87CP8lOMRg/s1600-h/DSCF1607-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131278086657403730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX2O67161I/AAAAAAAAAQY/x87CP8lOMRg/s200/DSCF1607-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX29a7163I/AAAAAAAAAQo/m1rappk7SDc/s1600-h/DSCF1609-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131278885521320818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX29a7163I/AAAAAAAAAQo/m1rappk7SDc/s200/DSCF1609-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX2pK7162I/AAAAAAAAAQg/O6GB3Khr4i4/s1600-h/DSCF1606-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131278537628969826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX2pK7162I/AAAAAAAAAQg/O6GB3Khr4i4/s200/DSCF1606-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(From Darrell)&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital yesterday. They are treating them like burns - wrapped with dressings on them. On crutches to help walk now. 2-4 weeks to heal. (got to go back to work on Tuesday - going down to Camp Humphreys in the South for a NEO exercise next week, don't know how I'm going to do it now---)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX3pq7164I/AAAAAAAAAQw/OkYed8fB_40/s1600-h/DSCF1612-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131279645730532226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX3pq7164I/AAAAAAAAAQw/OkYed8fB_40/s200/DSCF1612-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX47q7167I/AAAAAAAAARI/qV-lPZaXwiM/s1600-h/DSCF1616-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131281054479805362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX47q7167I/AAAAAAAAARI/qV-lPZaXwiM/s200/DSCF1616-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX7Wq716_I/AAAAAAAAARo/c-ShVp5KNXg/s1600-h/Day3a-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131283717359528946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX7Wq716_I/AAAAAAAAARo/c-ShVp5KNXg/s200/Day3a-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX4Wq7166I/AAAAAAAAARA/IYWgejexQ4A/s1600-h/DSCF1615-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131280418824645538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX4Wq7166I/AAAAAAAAARA/IYWgejexQ4A/s200/DSCF1615-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX6C67169I/AAAAAAAAARY/yC0vT6cpu-I/s1600-h/DSCF1619-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131282278545484754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX6C67169I/AAAAAAAAARY/yC0vT6cpu-I/s200/DSCF1619-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX8wa717AI/AAAAAAAAARw/a0-xKJUiKF0/s1600-h/Day3f-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131285259252788226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX8wa717AI/AAAAAAAAARw/a0-xKJUiKF0/s200/Day3f-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyone up for a MANCHU March? Not me; that's for sure! I just hope that if this means that Darrell is now a MANCHU, he at least got the darn belt buckle! And to think, I've been complaining about some dad-gum broken bones. I'll hush now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-7780167561067443825?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7780167561067443825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=7780167561067443825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7780167561067443825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7780167561067443825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/11/omgosh-my-babys-feet-are-hurting.html' title='OMGosh!  My baby&apos;s feet are hurting!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzX1ja716zI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zh9hDVCDW8E/s72-c/DSCF1603-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-3134403786450571093</id><published>2007-11-10T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:08:42.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Darrell's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzXy96716yI/AAAAAAAAAQA/we_bB-dXha4/s1600-h/Darrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131274496064744226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzXy96716yI/AAAAAAAAAQA/we_bB-dXha4/s320/Darrell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Darrell. Gosh, it sure doesn't seem like it's been 37 years since I first saw you. Lots has happened in those 37 years, hasn't it? Little did I know back then what a wonderful man you would grow up to be. I'm so proud to say you are my son. I just wish I could see you and give you a big birthday hug. {{{{{{{{{{{HUG}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}. I guess that will have to do until I get to see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-3134403786450571093?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3134403786450571093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=3134403786450571093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3134403786450571093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3134403786450571093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/11/todays-darrells-birthday.html' title='Today&apos;s Darrell&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RzXy96716yI/AAAAAAAAAQA/we_bB-dXha4/s72-c/Darrell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-6086018637791825092</id><published>2007-11-04T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:56:54.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!  I hate this new time!</title><content type='html'>Seems like I've been up forever and it's only 10:30. Had a busy day. Gina's significant's other, Chris, just became a granddaddy on Friday and they spent the day at the hospital with the new baby, Mary Elizabeth. So, Ashley spent the day with me. Late this afternoon, she came into the craft room holding Bella, my Chihuahua. Guess what Bella had on her head -- Duct tape. What in the world was Ashley thinking? She had put a piece of 3-inch duct tape across the top of Bella's scalp. I almost had a heart attack. I tried my best to get it off without yanking it, to no avail. Finally had to just yank it off. Well, of course, most of Bella's hair came off with it. So now she looks like a bald Chihuahua. After I got through scolding -- not really, I think I was screaming at her -- in walked Lex. And he had duct tape all the way across his nose. I almost went ballistic. What was that child thinking? I'm still mad that she did that. Dang, Lex almost ate me alive when I pulled it off of him. Thank Goodness she had not taped it all the way around his mouth. I think I need sedation next time she comes for the day!&lt;br /&gt;When Gina got in tonight to pick her up, I told her what had transpired and the idiot just laughed. No wonder Ashley thought it was OK to duct tape a dog! &lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great day. Next time you need some excitement, give your 10-year old granddaughter a roll of duct tape and a couple of dogs and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-6086018637791825092?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6086018637791825092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=6086018637791825092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6086018637791825092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6086018637791825092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugh-i-hate-this-new-time.html' title='UGH!  I hate this new time!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-2787688184067817627</id><published>2007-10-25T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:09:15.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've done it AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Will someone please make a trip to Georgia with their magic wand? I've had my cast off for two weeks now and I've screwed up my foot AGAIN. Not sure what's happened, but it sure does feel like it's broken again. Going to try to get in to my doctor's office tomorrow and see what I've done. I am so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o sick of my darn foot!   I'm trying so hard to put off the actual surgery that must be done until at least Thanksgiving or Christmas or it would be wonderful to be able to wait till summer so I won't have to use so much sick time from work.  But, if it's got to go in another cast, I might as well go on and have the surgery now.  UGH!  I can't stand the thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I got a package from Korea. D, D, and the boyz sent me some Korean crafts for my birthday. Pretty cool. I have a place in my hall with momentos from places they have lived -- Korea, Georgia, Kentucky, Texas, Mississippi, Georgia, Kansas, and Korea again. Pretty cool. After all, in military lingo -- Home Is Where the Army Sends You. In addition to the fun Korean stuff, they included two squeeze toys for the dogs. Denise said that they had been playing with the toys and sleeping with them and just plain rubbing on them to get their scents on them before sending them. Well, it worked. The dogs have definitely not forgotten their mommy, daddy, and brothers. Lex carried his fluffy bone around for a solid 24 hours and slept with it between his legs. Ranger guarded his stuffed hot dog from Bella and was ready to fight for the death if Bella got too close to it. Quite a site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna head off for the tub to soak for a while just in case I end up in another cast tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-2787688184067817627?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2787688184067817627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=2787688184067817627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/2787688184067817627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/2787688184067817627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-done-it-again.html' title='I&apos;ve done it AGAIN!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-6864973940359685755</id><published>2007-10-12T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:23:09.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute!</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many mothers with young children can relate to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZA7Hhc_MnE"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  We should all be careful of what we say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-6864973940359685755?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6864973940359685755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=6864973940359685755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6864973940359685755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6864973940359685755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-2751897160998996959</id><published>2007-10-12T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:17:54.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, how fast can YOU stack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rw-sJY61HNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Fw488cb3FMo/s1600-h/World+Champion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120500578651544786" style="CURSOR: hand" height="295" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rw-sJY61HNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Fw488cb3FMo/s320/World+Champion.bmp" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rw-gJo61HMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8gzgIPC_f7w/s1600-h/Practice+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120487388806978754" style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rw-gJo61HMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8gzgIPC_f7w/s320/Practice+1.bmp" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rw-ed461HLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/KneJg-9aFmE/s1600-h/It%27s+a+tongue+thing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120485537676074162" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" height="285" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rw-ed461HLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/KneJg-9aFmE/s320/It%27s+a+tongue+thing.bmp" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was watching Fox &amp;amp; Friends this morning and they had a segment on Speed Stacking which made me think of my World Champion Speed Stacker, Ryan. Ryan was only 4 when he went to Denver, Colorado to compete and HE WON! I finally found some digital pages I had done on his accomplishment and thought I'd share with you. If you haven't ever heard of Speed Stacking, don't feel badly. When Darrell called me to say that they were going to Denver, I had NO CLUE what stacking was. It didn't take me long to find out, though. Many of the DOD schools around the world include stacking in their PE programs because of the fact that it helps children learn the art of concentration. I kidded Darrell about the fact that Ryan had evidently picked up his skill from his dad who had practiced stacking "cans of some sort" while in college. Darrell denied it, of course, but moms always know best, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-2751897160998996959?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2751897160998996959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=2751897160998996959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/2751897160998996959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/2751897160998996959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-watching-fox-friends-this-morning.html' title='So, how fast can YOU stack?'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rw-sJY61HNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Fw488cb3FMo/s72-c/World+Champion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-7651211131128996926</id><published>2007-10-12T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:34:25.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up!</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was a good day, kinda, sorta. It was my birthday yesterday, so that was good. But then, Ashley and I had to get ready to take the dogs to the groomer and to the vet. Lex, 90 pound bull dog; Ranger 12 pound Maltese; Bella 3 pound crazy Chihuahua. Lex and Ranger were good. They understand the concept of leashes and following commands. Bella is like a fighting marlin on a leash. Finally give up on her and just carry her. Of couse, Ashley had said that we ought to put her in the carrier and I said there was no need. HaHa. We get in the truck and start out. Lex is trying to get comfortable in the back seat of the truck and keeps getting up and laying back down. Each time he does that Bella goes crazy. Ranger just wants to be held. Bella then decides that she must ride behind my neck. But, remember, each time Lex moves, Bella goes crazy. We finally get to the groomers which is attached to the vets and there are 400 people with their dogs walking around in the parking lot. Well, maybe not 400 people -- maybe it was 30. But, it was a LOT of people and a LOT of animals. I try to hold Lex back and Ranger just wants to bark and Bella wants DOWN NOW. We finally make it INSIDE the groomers. Thank goodness we are behind closed doors. After the groomer takes the dogs, we go next door to the vet to let them know what to do with the dogs. Another hour to sit and wait and to top it off, I had made a huge boo-boo. That was the first time at that vet and I, evidently, didn't know the rules. I had walked to the door and opened it and walked in. Well, it was before 9 and they don't open till 9 and you are not allowed inside until 9. (Well, why'd they have the darn door unlocked before 9?) Anyway, when I walked in, so did 20 other people. FINALLY, someone came out to the counter and asked how I had gotten in. I said, "I walked in." And, then I got the lecture about not being allowed in until 9 and all that other stuff. And, to make matters worse, I had not signed the sheet OUTSIDE. See, this vet works on a first-come, first-served basis. I found out that they put the sign-in sheet outside at NIGHT and people come all during the night to sign-in. Well, even though I'd been there for an hour or more, I HAD NOT SIGNED IN so I had to wait for all those other people to be seen before he would even talk to me about what I wanted done. FINALLY, I got to tell them what to do when the dogs were finished at the groomers and Ashley and I left to go back to Milledgeville (did I mention that the vet was in another town?) to get some groceries and take them home before it was time for my doctor's appointment. But, that was good. Food in the house and then I GOT MY CAST OFF! WOO-HOO-YIPPEE-YAY. I now have to just let him know when I want the surgery done to my foot. (Not yet, that's for sure!) Then, after the doctor's appointment, we headed BACK to Gordon to pick up the dogs. They were beautiful -- Ranger had a short, short, short haircut and is so cute. They all had on their halloween scarves. Now, it's time to go back and sit and wait to talk to the doctor. Lex had to have two shots -- allergy and an anitbiotic. Time to pay -- dang! And this doctor is known to be VERY reasonable! After I removed my right arm to pay him, we loaded the dogs back up and headed BACK to Milledgeville. I had to take Ashley into her mom's work so they could attend a wedding shower immediately after work. Then, I took the dogs home. Got them inside and did a couple of household chores and then I got in the tub at 5 and at 7:30 when Gina called, I was still in the tub. It was wonderful! I have not been able to get in the tub for a month and I'm known for living in the tub. So, you can imagine how happy I was. Lex, Ranger, and Bella made themselves at home in the bathroom while I soaked, let the water out, filled the tub back up, soaked some more, let the water out, filled the tub back up and soaked some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those days when you know you should have just gone back to bed? Well, the last 6 months have been like that for me and today was no different. I woke up this morning and found out I have a stopped up sewage line. (Wonder if all the baths last night had anything to do with it?) The plumber is on the way. What else can happen? I am so-o-o-o-o sick of this house. Where the heck is that old, sick, rich man that was supposed to be here to take me away from all of this junk? Did HIS truck break down, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a zillion clothes to wash before going back to school on Monday, my cast is off and I SHOULD be able to soak in the tub today, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DARN PLUMBING IS BACKING UP ON ME. I GIVE UP! DO YOU HEAR ME? I FLAT GIVE UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have a good day. (Ooh, I feel like Melinda from American Idol saying that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-7651211131128996926?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7651211131128996926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=7651211131128996926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7651211131128996926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7651211131128996926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-give-up.html' title='I give up!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-4503969241631433563</id><published>2007-10-09T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:09:05.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Nic's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Nic, my first born grandchild, will be 10 tomorrow, October 10th.  OMgosh, I can't believe it's been 10 years since Denise, Darrell, and I were out walking around the hospital at Ft. Stewart.  Darrell had called me the night before about 10:30 saying Denise was having contractions and they were on the way to the hospital and that he'd call me and let me know what the doctor said.  Well, gosh, I was almost 4 hours away and he thought I was going to sit here and WAIT for him to call?  No way!  That was my first grandchild who was about to be born and he actually thought I wasn't going to come on down?  Get real, son.  You couldn't keep me here if you had tied me down.  So, I called Gina and said I was leaving and I took off.  Now, keep in mind that I HATE driving at night -- almost as much as I HATE driving in the rain -- but what do you do when it's going on midnight and you have a chance of being there to see your first grandchild be born?  Silly, you get in the car and you leave.  Well, a few hours later I drove up at Darrell's house and his car was there.  What in the world?  I walked in the front door and there sat Darrell and Denise.  She had been sent back home, but was told to be there the next morning.  So, I got to sit up and talk with Denise and Darrell about everything they were about to do (and not do any longer), and all the wonderful things they could look forward to.  The next morning, we got everything ready and took off for the hospital.  Denise was checked and they told her to go walk around the hospital for an hour or so.  So, here we go!  Finally they admitted her and then the crowd started showing up -- Denise's Dad and step-mom, her mom, her brothers and sisters, Darrell's two sisters, and me.  We had the room full!  And an Atlanta Braves' game was on tv the whole time Denise was in labor.  I won't go into all the shananigans we got into, but rest assured, we had a blast waiting for Nic to be born.  When he finally arrived, I was so excited.  I was finally a Grams.  That's what it's all about!  And now, that little boy is 10.  Wow!  How time flies when you're having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Nic.  Grams loves you!  I wish I were in Korea with you so I could give you a big hug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-4503969241631433563?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4503969241631433563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=4503969241631433563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/4503969241631433563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/4503969241631433563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-nics-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Nic&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-3581811680982984078</id><published>2007-10-08T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:45:59.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TypePad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampin&apos; Up'/><title type='text'>Oh, I forgot something.......</title><content type='html'>I forgot to say that I've moved all my Stampin' Up! stuff to a new &lt;a href="http://bettyo.typepad.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. This one will be devoted to my crazy life. So, scoot over there to see what happens in the normal part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-3581811680982984078?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3581811680982984078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=3581811680982984078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3581811680982984078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3581811680982984078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-i-forgot-something.html' title='Oh, I forgot something.......'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-3821980057819545770</id><published>2007-10-08T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:53:36.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Did you think I'd died?</title><content type='html'>Wow! What a time my computer has had! And me, too, for that matter. Things have been really crazy around here and I've been MIA from the Blog world for a while. I've finally gotten my computer worked on and I THINK I may be back in business. (Can you see me crossing my fingers and saying, "I hope."?) Anyway, I'm going to try to get back into the blogging mood. And, I've got some catching up to do with some stamping friends who, I am sure, think I kicked the bucket. My computer died, my house got hit by lightening AGAIN and I lost telephones, answering machine, a tv (dang, it's the one in my den and now if I watch tv out there, about 3/4 of the show shows up in a 19 x 2 inch line. You ever tried to watch Dr. Phil like that? It's a pain.) And, of course, let's not forget about my bum leg. Got it BACK in a cast trying to get the tendons to reattach and to mend some bones that were broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of school for the week, but have some plans. My sister has been having some real medical problems and I'll be spending some time with her while she's in the hospital. Her heart has been going crazy and they ended up having to do surgery last week. They found an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aneurysm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in her neck (caused by a previous surgery she had last month) and when they opened her up, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aneurysm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; burst. It was touch and go, but she made it and is slowly recovering. So, I'm off to Macon in a bit to sit with her for the afternoon. Then, on Thursday, I'll be heading back to the doctor myself to "GET MY CAST OFF"! Yeah! I can't wait. So, Thursday night, I'll be soaking in the tub All Night Long! I can't wait! I've missed my tub for so long! One of my favorite things to do is to soak in the tub while I'm watching TV and of course have not been able to do that since this cast has been on. We'll decide on Thursday what the next option is for my foot/leg. My doctor seems to think that I'm hard-headed and am just putting off letting him fix my foot and you know, he's right. It's been a real true-to-life extemely hard/aggravating/painful/clumsy/pain-in-the-butt to try to crawl around on the floor at school hooking up computers with this thing on my leg. But, it is pretty. I tried to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camouflage&lt;/span&gt; cast in honor of Darrell, but they were out of it, so I opted for a pretty light pink. Problem is that our school colors are red and black, so my cast has really not gone with anything I have worn lately. Oh well, a model I am not! So, I'm putting off another foot surgery as long as I can. Maybe next summer will be good so I won't have to worry about work. But, then I'll have to worry about being hot, so maybe it's not such a great idea, after all.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back. See y'all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-3821980057819545770?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3821980057819545770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=3821980057819545770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3821980057819545770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3821980057819545770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-did-you-think-id-died.html' title='So, Did you think I&apos;d died?'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-43846425670596602</id><published>2007-07-22T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:45:11.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!  I got to talk to Darrell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQwN618uHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4F-v5Gjnpgk/s1600-h/065-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQwN618uHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4F-v5Gjnpgk/s200/065-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090246494527469682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQv2K18uGI/AAAAAAAAAME/iVr9YEuQxOE/s1600-h/056-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQv2K18uGI/AAAAAAAAAME/iVr9YEuQxOE/s200/056-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090246086505576546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQvxK18uFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TJ1CFFoSH7g/s1600-h/051-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQvxK18uFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TJ1CFFoSH7g/s200/051-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090246000606230610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQvqq18uEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8_7EVtsRPGw/s1600-h/031-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQvqq18uEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8_7EVtsRPGw/s200/031-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090245888937080898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQvjq18uDI/AAAAAAAAALs/4edVitefn7M/s1600-h/023-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQvjq18uDI/AAAAAAAAALs/4edVitefn7M/s200/023-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090245768677996594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQvcK18uCI/AAAAAAAAALk/AhAkveth3GA/s1600-h/013-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQvcK18uCI/AAAAAAAAALk/AhAkveth3GA/s200/013-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090245639828977698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hooray!  Darrell and Denise called tonight - even though according to their time, it was 9 o'clock in the morning! LOL.  This 13-hour difference is going to be fun to keep up with.  But, I don't care what time it is -- when he gets a chance to call, I'll talk!  He and Denise had gone and taken their driving tests and they were trying to get a few things straightened up.  They got their house and will be moving in tomorrow.  They have a park right behind the house and it's in walking distance to the school where the boys will go.  That will be great for them.  Their car won't be there till sometime in September, but Denise said the taxis and the bus are working fine for them when they need to go somewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;   They all went up to Camp Casey one day to see where Darrell will be working and took the neatest bus up there.  Darrell was telling me that it's $5.00 per person for the bus from Yongsan to Camp Casey (about 2 hours away).  Now, how many of us can hop on a Grayhound for a two-hour trip and only pay $5.00?  Quite a deal, huh?  And the bus is so cool looking -- I told him that the pictures of it look like some type of "French Hoor Bus" -- so colorful with curtains on the windows. Check out the picture of the bus.  Fancy, huh? &lt;br /&gt;   Denise got to talk to Ranger, so I think it made her a little less worried about how he's doing.  And it was so cute to watch him as I put the phone to his ear and let him hear his Mommy.  When I put the phone to Lex's ear, he got all excited and ran around the coffee table and then went to the back door and sat.  It almost made me a bit weepy to see him do that.  &lt;br /&gt;   Once they get settled in their house, Darrell will be leaving to report in at Camp Casey and will be out in the field until sometime toward the end of August.  Guess he's back in the real Army now, huh?  I think the year of schooling at Ft. Leavenworth kind of got him out of the "field habit".  He complains about being out there for so long, but in reality, he's excited, I think.  &lt;br /&gt;   Been rambling a bit, but that's kind of how our conversation went.  Life as usual, huh?  Now that I've finally gotten to talk to them, I think I'll head to the tub and soak for a while and then go to bed.  Going to Macon in the morning and I'm certainly not used to getting up early.  It's going to KILL me to go back to work on Friday.  Wonder if they'll let me change my hours to go in around noon?  Think it's worth a try in asking?&lt;br /&gt;   The pictures are from their trip from Yongsan to Camp Casey.  There's a beautiful picture of the mountains with the morning mist, a tire store in Seoul (need a tire?), some high-rise apartment buildings, the fancy $5 bus, and one of the street corners in Seoul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-43846425670596602?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/43846425670596602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=43846425670596602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/43846425670596602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/43846425670596602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah-i-got-to-talk-to-darrell.html' title='Yeah!  I got to talk to Darrell'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RqQwN618uHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4F-v5Gjnpgk/s72-c/065-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-6321102246046080530</id><published>2007-07-18T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:54:12.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seoul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon Hill Lodge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;aewon'/><title type='text'>A few new pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp59dL_8X0I/AAAAAAAAALc/dENuIpnt_sQ/s1600-h/026-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp59dL_8X0I/AAAAAAAAALc/dENuIpnt_sQ/s200/026-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088642569365905218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The winner of the shopping trip -- Denise and her new Coach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp59I7_8XzI/AAAAAAAAALU/M9hf4etQ-R4/s1600-h/023-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp59I7_8XzI/AAAAAAAAALU/M9hf4etQ-R4/s200/023-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088642221473554226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hey, Dad, we're hungry!"  Seems like a long way to go for a steak, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp58ir_8XyI/AAAAAAAAALM/KOxE5zYeHLI/s1600-h/021-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp58ir_8XyI/AAAAAAAAALM/KOxE5zYeHLI/s200/021-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088641564343557922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Nic looks like he's enjoying the shopping trip, Ryan and Jake are much less impressed.  Bless their Hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp55IL_8XxI/AAAAAAAAALE/noHx2TPmZBE/s1600-h/019-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp55IL_8XxI/AAAAAAAAALE/noHx2TPmZBE/s200/019-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088637810542141202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Street crowds in It'aewon.  I bet the boys were amazed at all the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp54kL_8XwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gvnZ0qkBSNE/s1600-h/016-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp54kL_8XwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gvnZ0qkBSNE/s200/016-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088637192066850562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here are the boys burning off some steam at a Korean Burger King.  (Come on, fella's, you are supposed to be eating the local fare, not something from BK!  Geeze!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp54QL_8XvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ttu1VlfoOww/s1600-h/012-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp54QL_8XvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ttu1VlfoOww/s200/012-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088636848469466866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Standing outside front door of the Dragon Hill Lodge, looking toward downtown Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp53fb_8XuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TMdlJhjdneY/s1600-h/007-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp53fb_8XuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TMdlJhjdneY/s200/007-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088636010950844130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture looking out their room window.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp53TL_8XtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kZ3gBccxMaQ/s1600-h/004-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp53TL_8XtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kZ3gBccxMaQ/s200/004-vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088635800497446610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The boys are konked out at 4:30 one afternoon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Got a few new pictures yesterday from Darrell and thought I'd share them.  The kids are staying at the Dragon Hill Lodge for right now.  Looks like a dad-gum fancy-schmancy place if you ask me.  I'm not sure that I'd be wanting to move into a house if I were Denise -- if you know what I mean.  I think they've begun to wake up a little bit; hopefully in the next few days, they'll figure out Korean time.  They took off on their first shopping trip.  I think Denise had the most fun based on a couple of the pictures!  Guess they chose not to try dog on their first trip out and they ended up at Outback!  Funny!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what I found about It'aewon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Dating from the 14th century, Itaewon was the first gateway to Seoul for travelers coming from the Yeongnam area of Korea. Being adjacent to the Han River, it formed a major trading area. That tradition continues today as Itaewon attracts thousands of foreign shoppers. The Itaewon shopping area covers a 1.4 km length, stretching from the U.S. 8th Army Base eastwards to Hannam-dong and contains over 1,000 different stores. The area has a vibrant night life scene with many bars and nightclubs. Many street vendors selling shirts, jackets, and caps also stay up late to cater to nocturnal shoppers. Most vendors speak some English and Japanese, and most will take Won, Dollars, or Yen for transactions. Most larger shops will take most credit cards as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-6321102246046080530?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6321102246046080530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=6321102246046080530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6321102246046080530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6321102246046080530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-new-pictures.html' title='A few new pictures'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rp59dL_8X0I/AAAAAAAAALc/dENuIpnt_sQ/s72-c/026-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-7697531814852989716</id><published>2007-07-15T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:24:27.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plane trip to Korea'/><title type='text'>The kids made it to ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq4AL_8XXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/anmq3Ob1D-s/s1600-h/01+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq4AL_8XXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/anmq3Ob1D-s/s200/01+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087581042428894578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq357_8XWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fIjBAYKJBlg/s1600-h/02+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq357_8XWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fIjBAYKJBlg/s200/02+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087580935054712162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq3zb_8XVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jz4V6kg8z3E/s1600-h/03+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq3zb_8XVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jz4V6kg8z3E/s200/03+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087580823385562450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq3vL_8XUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lTaU1YWWh5E/s1600-h/04+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq3H7_8XOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/URyVWD5XULY/s200/10+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087580076061252834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq3B7_8XNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Tr-8qMofc44/s1600-h/11+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq3B7_8XNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Tr-8qMofc44/s200/11+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087579972982037714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq27L_8XMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/11QADJ2g8Mw/s1600-h/12+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq27L_8XMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/11QADJ2g8Mw/s200/12+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087579857017920706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq2w7_8XLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7IPCNVwQcds/s1600-h/13+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq2w7_8XLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7IPCNVwQcds/s200/13+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087579680924261554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq2JL_8XKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DTgOVumIe8s/s1600-h/14+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq2JL_8XKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DTgOVumIe8s/s200/14+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087578998024461474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq2DL_8XJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G_dhd8sHEDk/s1600-h/15+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq2DL_8XJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G_dhd8sHEDk/s200/15+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087578894945246354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq167_8XII/AAAAAAAAAF8/VDCilIBwiws/s1600-h/16+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq167_8XII/AAAAAAAAAF8/VDCilIBwiws/s200/16+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087578753211325570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpqxor_8XHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YXT7U53HtR4/s1600-h/17+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpqxor_8XHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YXT7U53HtR4/s200/17+(Small).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087574041632201842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongsan, Korea.  17 hours in the plane, lost some luggage, but it was found and was being brought to them, thank goodness.  I love the fact that they could follow the path that the plane was taking and had no idea that they would be leaving Atlanta and heading out over Canada and over the top of Alaska.  Darn, no wonder it costs so much to fly these days -- they go by way of their elbows to get to their butts!  LOL  Anyway, they finally got to their room last night around 10:30 and Darrell had to check in this morning at 7:00.  From what I understand, Denise and the kids will be at Yongsan temporary housing for a while until they get their permanent housing.  Darrell will be leaving within a few days for Camp Casey -- about 40 miles away.  Supposedly, he will be able to come down to Yongsan a couple of times a month.  Bless Denise's heart -- is she a good wife, or what?  It will be several weeks before their housing goods or their car will make it to Korea, but she says that she and the boys will take taxis or ride bikes around post.  I can just see her now -- off to the commissary on a bike with a little red wagon behind it and the boys trailing along.  Here are a few pictures of their trip.  (Isn't the limo cool?)  They said that they boys were pretty good on the long trip, but that they sure were excited to finally get somewhere on land where they could run around. I can't wait to hear from them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-7697531814852989716?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7697531814852989716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=7697531814852989716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7697531814852989716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7697531814852989716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/theyre-kids-made-it-to.html' title='The kids made it to ......'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rpq4AL_8XXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/anmq3Ob1D-s/s72-c/01+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-8873721772599637388</id><published>2007-07-14T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:59:24.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're gone......</title><content type='html'>Well, my &lt;em&gt;"little boy"&lt;/em&gt; and his family are gone.  They took off around 1:30 this afternoon from Atlanta on that great, big airplane to go to the other side of the world.  Literally -- to the other side of the world!  Yep, Darrell, Denise, Nic, Jake, and Ryan left Ft. Leavenworth this morning and headed to Atlanta.  Then, they took off for Korea.  I spoke to Denise as the plane was getting ready to take off.  I even heard the pilot talking in Korean.  I'm trying to think happy thoughts right now so I won't worry about the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I spoke with Darrell last night, he was telling me about what a busy week they've been having.  He had to get his truck sold, take Denise's vehicle to St. Louis for shipment to Korea -- which, of course left them without a vehicle.  Jake fell and hit his two front teeth and had to go to the dentist -- everything was OK and the dentist said it would be OK for him to pull them if they got any looser.  Well, of course, by the time Jake went to bed that night, the teeth were gone. He's such a funny kid!  Nic has had an ear infection and Ryan has just been Ryan -- the little stinker!  Then, Friday, they had to get the camper packed up and taken to Ft. Leavenworth for storage while they are gone.  Then, they had to move into one of the cabins at Basswood for their last couple of nights.  They've been so lucky to have found Basswood.  It's a fabulous campgroud between Ft. Leavenworth and Kansas City and they've spent a lot of time there during this last year.  And they've met some really good people while camping there on the weekends.  About six weeks ago, they gave up their post housing and moved out there full time.  What a great summer retreat for the kids.  Swimming every day, lots of other kids around, cookouts every night -- sounds like a tough life, huh?  Well, knowing that Darrell and family didn't have a vehicle to get them to the airport, a really great guy they met at Basswood arranged for a limo to pick them up at 6:00 this morning and get them to the plane.  How cool is that!  I know the boys were probably tickled about a limo ride.  Talk about going out in style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, as I sit here and type, they are flying over the United States on their way to Korea.  Hope the flight is great for them all!  This will be an exciting two years for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-8873721772599637388?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8873721772599637388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=8873721772599637388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/8873721772599637388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/8873721772599637388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/theyre-gone.html' title='They&apos;re gone......'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-3724697923359638922</id><published>2007-07-10T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:02:14.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>I've been Tagged !!!  Does that mean I'm IT?</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Dana at &lt;a href="http://willblogforstamps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Will Blog for Stamps&lt;/a&gt;. Wow!  That means I have to tell y'all 7 things about myself I guess this should be 7 things that y'all don't already know, huh?  Now, that's going to be hard.  Some of you already know everything about me (Bless your hearts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules...&lt;br /&gt;* I must post 7 random things about me&lt;br /&gt;* Tag 7 other bloggers to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;* Post rules and the bloggers I tagged here.&lt;br /&gt;* Leave tagged bloggers comments on their site so they know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I was born in Birmingham, Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am dog sitting for TWO YEARS for my son and his family while they move to Korea.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have been out of school for 6 weeks and have to go to a conference for the next 3 days and it's gonna kill me.  (But, I get a free iPod, so I guess I can handle it.)&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am addicted to Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I Wish with all my heart that I could retire.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have been known to play tricks.  One of my favorites was the Christmas that I made Chocolate Covered Horse Droppiings and gave them to a friend.  (They were put in a Chocolate Covered Cherries box very carefully.)&lt;br /&gt;7.  I believe that I may be the offspring of Judge Judy and Dr. Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to tag 7 others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Alanna H. from &lt;a href="http://stampingonthefarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stampin On The Farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Alicia V. from &lt;a href="http://www.inkalicious.typepad.com"&gt;Inkalicious&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Brenda from &lt;a href="http://memoriesbybrenda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Memories by Brenda&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kim H. from &lt;a href="http://basementstamper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Basement Stamper&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;5.  Donna from &lt;a href="http://www.stampamaniac.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serenity in Stamping&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Michelle M. from &lt;a href="http://creativeexpressions.typepad.com/creative_expressions/"&gt;Creative Expressions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Gwen M. from &lt;a href="http://gwensstampinfun.typepad.com/"&gt;Paper Expressions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their blogs and let's all learn something about them (besides the fact that they are all very talented -- we already know that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-3724697923359638922?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3724697923359638922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=3724697923359638922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3724697923359638922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3724697923359638922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-been-tagged-does-that-mean-im-it.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged !!!  Does that mean I&apos;m IT?'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-1960986381094528183</id><published>2007-07-02T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:47:37.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Stinker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winners'/><title type='text'>And the winners are........</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Lorie, Kim Stewart, and Carolyn.  Ashley chose your post numbers this morning!  Please send me your mailing addresses so I can get these little skunks in the mail to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorie said... &lt;br /&gt;Oh, me, me, me! Please pick me! I would like a bookmark with a skunk 'cuz although I love reading the books for school sometimes it is just stinky and how cute would it be and I would be sure not to loose that one as I'd be afraid it would stink up my house if I did! ;0) I'm going to add you to my Google Reader! :0) &lt;br /&gt;June 27, 2007 6:16 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Stewart said... &lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh those bookmarks are the cutest things ever - I want that skunk bookmark for my mother-in-law. Her birthday is in September and she will get a kick out of it - she has a crazy personality and is very creative although I'm the one getting into stampin' :) She loves little sussies like this and will enjoy showing it off to all of her friends! Thanks, Kim &lt;br /&gt;June 27, 2007 6:36 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn said... &lt;br /&gt;Betty, these are cute, and so are those little boys, I do hope you get to go to Korea next year to visit. And is that your little darling I see in the picture, the one who is normally so sweet, but a little devil when you have canine company? &lt;br /&gt;June 27, 2007 10:53 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for your comments.  Who knows, the skunks may return -- you know how those little stinkers are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-1960986381094528183?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1960986381094528183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=1960986381094528183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/1960986381094528183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/1960986381094528183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-winners-are.html' title='And the winners are........'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-7930681952878673750</id><published>2007-07-02T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:30:36.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Candy</title><content type='html'>Hi gang!  Had a bit of a DSL problem here and couldn't get to my blog in order to get number of posts so that I could get some names picked.  I have the number now and will get my granddaughter to pick 3 names from a hat in the morning and will post the winners around noon tomorrow.  Be on the lookout to see if a skunk will be coming to visit you.  If your name is posted as a winner, I will need you to send your mailing address to me at bmosteen@windstream.net .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-7930681952878673750?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7930681952878673750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=7930681952878673750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7930681952878673750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/7930681952878673750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-candy.html' title='Blog Candy'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-1522346391485912466</id><published>2007-06-28T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:49:27.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darrell&apos;s Going Away Party Pictures'/><title type='text'>Slideshow of Darrell's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970199637995&amp;amp;site=widget-eb.slide.com" style="width:300px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=1&amp;amp;sk=2&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970199637995&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p1/360287970199637995/bb_t001_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=1&amp;amp;sk=2&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=360287970199637995&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p2/360287970199637995/bb_t001_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-1522346391485912466?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1522346391485912466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=1522346391485912466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/1522346391485912466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/1522346391485912466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/slideshow-of-darrells-party.html' title='Slideshow of Darrell&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-3683717915350216153</id><published>2007-06-27T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:01:54.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoLeHa-_vzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_typAjlcyUo/s1600-h/08+Skunk+Bookmark+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080867548711337778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoLeHa-_vzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_typAjlcyUo/s200/08+Skunk+Bookmark+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so it looks like I'm going to have a few extra bookmarks available sometime this weekend. Anyone want one? Leave me a comment and let me know why a grown woman would want a bookmark with a "Stinkin' Little Skunk" on it and you may just be the proud ower of it after Sunday night. I will randomly choose 3 comments after 6:00 p.m. (Eastern) on Sunday and will get your bookmarks in the mail to you on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on, gals, I can't wait to see why you want one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-3683717915350216153?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3683717915350216153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=3683717915350216153&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3683717915350216153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/3683717915350216153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-candy.html' title='Blog Candy'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoLeHa-_vzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_typAjlcyUo/s72-c/08+Skunk+Bookmark+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-5396921120900277055</id><published>2007-06-26T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:50:17.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My 3 Little Wild Men'/><title type='text'>My 3 little wild men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFM6q4Y5tI/AAAAAAAAADs/lenmqsk0OqU/s1600-h/11+Nic+and+Bella+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080426425477555922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFM6q4Y5tI/AAAAAAAAADs/lenmqsk0OqU/s200/11+Nic+and+Bella+(Small).jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFL6q4Y5sI/AAAAAAAAADk/a0GuAF_nyF8/s1600-h/13+Jake+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080425325965928130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="153" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFL6q4Y5sI/AAAAAAAAADk/a0GuAF_nyF8/s200/13+Jake+(Small).jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFLja4Y5rI/AAAAAAAAADc/3XkF6zUxeYk/s1600-h/11+Nic+and+Bella+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFLSa4Y5pI/AAAAAAAAADM/gSWQNi3mmwQ/s1600-h/12+Ryan+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080424634476193426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="112" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFLSa4Y5pI/AAAAAAAAADM/gSWQNi3mmwQ/s200/12+Ryan+(Small).jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFLSa4Y5pI/AAAAAAAAADM/gSWQNi3mmwQ/s1600-h/12+Ryan+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFLSa4Y5pI/AAAAAAAAADM/gSWQNi3mmwQ/s1600-h/12+Ryan+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFLSa4Y5pI/AAAAAAAAADM/gSWQNi3mmwQ/s1600-h/12+Ryan+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are my 3 little wild men who will be living in Korea for the next two years. Oh, how I'll miss them! What an opportunity for them, but what a loss for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-5396921120900277055?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5396921120900277055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=5396921120900277055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5396921120900277055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5396921120900277055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-3-little-wild-men.html' title='My 3 little wild men'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFM6q4Y5tI/AAAAAAAAADs/lenmqsk0OqU/s72-c/11+Nic+and+Bella+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-8563191593232382762</id><published>2007-06-26T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:51:30.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m So Sad'/><title type='text'>I'm so sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFCkK4Y5lI/AAAAAAAAACs/GsoPaplD55o/s1600-h/Scenic+Mountain+--+Darrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080415043814221394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFCkK4Y5lI/AAAAAAAAACs/GsoPaplD55o/s200/Scenic+Mountain+--+Darrell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just gave Darrell my last hug for at least a year -- and that's if I can swing a trip to Korea next summer, if not it the last hug for at least two years. OMG! Why are those things so hard? He's a dad-gum 36 year old grown man and I'm acting like he's a 7-year old on his way to camp for a week and will be away from Mommy. They are on their way back to Kansas and will be flying out of St. Louis on the 14th for Korea. They have to get his truck sold and their camper stored between now and then and of course do all the crazy stuff you have to do when you leave the country for two years with 3 children.&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful visit even though I had to escape for a while yesterday and go hide in the yard for a while just to get away from all the chaos going on. We met my sister and her son, Will, (who wasn't able to come to the party on Sunday) last night at a Japanese restaurant for supper. The kids loved it and we all laughed and talked about all the trouble Darrell, Marti, Gina, and Will used to get into when they were little. We laughed about the one summer Will came to stay with us on the farm and he, Darrell, and Roger spent days and days toting (a southern term for carrying) irrigation pipe for the tobacco and corn fields. When Will got back home from that visit, he vowed he would NEVER come back for the summer -- and he never did! Poor little city kid came to the country and almost didn't survive. Now, he's the greens superintendent at several fancy-smancy Reynolds golf courses at Lake Oconee and he spends his days toting pipe. HaHa! Darrell got a big laugh out of that! I have cooked more in the last week than I have in the last 6 months and my back door has been opened and slammed more than it has been in the last year. I have washed clothes and picked up Power Rangers and X-men and crayons and said, "Quit chasing the dad-gum dogs in the house" at least a million times.&lt;br /&gt;OK, now I need to get up off my feeling-sorry-for-myself-butt and get busy doing something besides thinking about the fact that my little boy is gone. I think I'll go stamp! But, before I do, I need to go wash one more load of towels and I may just go slam the back door a few more times just for good measure. And, I might just go dirty up a dozen more plates and a few dozen more glasses and I might even chase the dogs up and down the hall. And, I'm most definitely going to go open a few more bags of chips and leave them on the coffee table for the dogs to get into.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there with me, gals. I am sad, sad, sad.   (Darrell &amp;amp; Denise -- if you are reading this, I LOVED our visit and I already miss y'all.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-8563191593232382762?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8563191593232382762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=8563191593232382762&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/8563191593232382762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/8563191593232382762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-sad.html' title='I&apos;m so sad.'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RoFCkK4Y5lI/AAAAAAAAACs/GsoPaplD55o/s72-c/Scenic+Mountain+--+Darrell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-9102315634931799113</id><published>2007-06-23T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:27:52.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few more days......</title><content type='html'>and my son and his family will be off for a two-year tour of duty in Korea. Oh, how I'll miss them! They are down in south Georgia right now visiting family and saying their good-byes there, but will be back here tomorrow for another big send-off party. I'm really excited, and sad, too, about tomorrow. We have rented the club house and pool at a local RV campground and are planning a big cookout and family get together. My sisters and their families will be there so that we can say good-bye to Darrell, Denise, Nic, Jake, and Ryan.  I'm sure that we'll have a great time, but these good-byes are really tough. I'm so very proud of Darrell, though. He has always been a great son, but the older he gets, the more loving he becomes. Oh, what would I do without him?&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say that he's a good husband to Denise and a super dad to "the Boyz".   I'm excited for Nic, Jake, and Ryan.  They are old enough now to be able to remember this time they will spend in Korea.  I'm sure it will be a real adventure for them.  And for Denise, too.  Darrell will be at Camp Casey and Denise and the boys will be living in Seoul.  Darrell will get to go to Seoul a couple of times a month to see them.  So, it will kind of be like she's a single military mom, but with occasional visits from Dad.  This will be very different for the boys.  They have never had Darrell gone for such long periods of time before. &lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure I get some pictures taken and posted of all the fun we have tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-9102315634931799113?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9102315634931799113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=9102315634931799113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/9102315634931799113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/9102315634931799113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-few-more-days.html' title='Just a few more days......'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-5745106182224864784</id><published>2007-06-23T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:39:09.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' my flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rn08CK4Y5jI/AAAAAAAAACc/u2I_GtQz0qs/s1600-h/Gina%27s+095+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079281962722059826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rn08CK4Y5jI/AAAAAAAAACc/u2I_GtQz0qs/s200/Gina%27s+095+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rn074K4Y5iI/AAAAAAAAACU/-cHntn9iDaU/s1600-h/Gina%27s+108+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079281790923367970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rn074K4Y5iI/AAAAAAAAACU/-cHntn9iDaU/s200/Gina%27s+108+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share these with you. I just love impatiens; to me they just say, "Yea! It's summer!" Now, if I can just keep the dogs out of them!  The flower box has a bird nest in the back of it so I'm having to be very careful when I water it.  Can't wait to see the babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-5745106182224864784?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5745106182224864784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=5745106182224864784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5745106182224864784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5745106182224864784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/lovin-my-flowers.html' title='Lovin&apos; my flowers'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rn08CK4Y5jI/AAAAAAAAACc/u2I_GtQz0qs/s72-c/Gina%27s+095+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-8710481813617983569</id><published>2007-06-02T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:39:36.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain is Falling!</title><content type='html'>Hooray, Yippee! It's raining in Georgia!  It's been so-o-o-o-o long since it's rained here and everything is so-o-o-o-o-o dry!  Thank you, Lord, for the rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-8710481813617983569?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8710481813617983569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=8710481813617983569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/8710481813617983569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/8710481813617983569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain-is-falling.html' title='The Rain is Falling!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-1237316741992462983</id><published>2007-05-03T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:00:42.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence Welk'/><title type='text'>Ever have something spark a childhood memory?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rjoj6mdkHfI/AAAAAAAAABk/dYTxxf4tQag/s1600-h/220px-South061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060396620968107506" style="CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rjoj6mdkHfI/AAAAAAAAABk/dYTxxf4tQag/s200/220px-South061.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Lennon Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojxWdkHeI/AAAAAAAAABc/NGbzUousfSc/s1600-h/300px-Mancinimercer019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060396462054317538" style="CURSOR: hand" height="105" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojxWdkHeI/AAAAAAAAABc/NGbzUousfSc/s200/300px-Mancinimercer019.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ralna Hovis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojrmdkHdI/AAAAAAAAABU/lkCfkXriexY/s1600-h/300px-ABCwelknoids109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060396363270069714" style="CURSOR: hand" height="108" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojrmdkHdI/AAAAAAAAABU/lkCfkXriexY/s200/300px-ABCwelknoids109.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guy Hovis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojfGdkHcI/AAAAAAAAABM/B2sW_R5Ct0E/s1600-h/180px-Myron_floren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060396148521704898" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="156" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojfGdkHcI/AAAAAAAAABM/B2sW_R5Ct0E/s200/180px-Myron_floren.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myron Floren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojXGdkHbI/AAAAAAAAABE/aXX6yfRklbM/s1600-h/300px-La008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060396011082751410" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojXGdkHbI/AAAAAAAAABE/aXX6yfRklbM/s200/300px-La008.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Champagne Music Makers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojO2dkHaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vKzTvuptRvo/s1600-h/250px-Mancinimercer003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060395869348830626" style="CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjojO2dkHaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vKzTvuptRvo/s200/250px-Mancinimercer003.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Great Mr. Welk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In reading a message on one of my groups today, I had a flood of memories to flash back up. Someone was talking about Lawrence Welk. Y'all remember him, don't you? Or, if you are one of the "young ones", perhaps you have at least heard of him. Well, their conversation brought back memories of time spent at my parents' vacation home in Lehigh Acres, FL when I was a child. Read on to join me in my memory.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In looking for some pictures to share, I had even more memories. Myron Floren -- my dad used to insist that I learn to play the accordian like Myron. What WAS he thinking? The Lennon Sisters -- didn't everyone love them? Guy and Ralna -- I remember how heartbroken I was when I heard they divorced -- how could they have done that? Following is my post to Howdie about my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Howdie, you brought back memories from my youth talking about Lawrence Welk. I, too, grew up watching his show. My parents LOVED him. I remember learning to dance by standing on my dad's toes and dancing with him. Anyway, my folks had a vacation home in Lehigh Acres, FL as we were growing up. The four of us girls HATED having to go down there because the four of us were pretty much the only people there beneath the age of 55 (and that was OLD back in the late fifties, early sixties). I remember one visit we were on and Dad told us to all get dressed up because we were going to the country club for dinner. He and mom were So-o-o-o-o-o excited about taking us. We knew when we got there that there was something special going on because every gray-haired person south of Orlando was there. LOL After our meal, they began setting up for a band to come out. And, guess who it was? Yep, Lawrence Welk himself -- bubble machine and all. It was quite a memorable evening. We also got to see Pat Boone AND Andy Williams at the country club in later years. As another old timer once said, "Thanks for the memories." Wow! What memories you have brought back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-1237316741992462983?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1237316741992462983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=1237316741992462983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/1237316741992462983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/1237316741992462983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/05/ever-have-something-to-spark-childhood.html' title='Ever have something spark a childhood memory?'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/Rjoj6mdkHfI/AAAAAAAAABk/dYTxxf4tQag/s72-c/220px-South061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-789506726233866767</id><published>2007-04-29T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:02:10.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapped Clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oval Punches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polka Dots and Paisley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So Very'/><title type='text'>Scrapped Clock for my daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjURcmdkHWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ArWBnEzihIg/s1600-h/BOsteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058968939479178594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjURcmdkHWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ArWBnEzihIg/s320/BOsteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What fun I have had working on this clock! There is a field down the road from my house that is just beautiful each year. It's about a 20 acre field that is covered in the most beautiful purple verbena that you've ever seen. Last year, my daughter, Gina, and her daughter, Ashley, went and had pictures taken in the field. I've spent the last year trying to figure out what to do with some of the pictures and I finally decided to make a clock for her using a couple of the pictures. Tomorrow is her 33rd birthday and I can't wait to give her the clock.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stamp Sets Used:&lt;/strong&gt;  Polka Dots &amp; Paisley, So Very.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cardstock Used:&lt;/strong&gt;  Perfect Plum, Basic Black, and a Designer Paper that I can't remember the name of and can't find a picture of -- someone help me if you recognize it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accessories Used:&lt;/strong&gt;  SU Oval Punches, Circle Punches, Spring Flower Bouquet Punch, White Signo Gel Pen, Silk Flower, clock mechanism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock was done on a 14" square artist canvas that I bought at Wal-Mart for about $8.00.  And of course, they don't have them anymore -- story of my life!  The canvas was painted with a Camel-colored Acrylic paint and then dry brushed with a Moss and a Mint shade of green.  After drying, I layered the DS paper and the perfect plum paper and then placed the pictures that had been bordered with Basic Black CS.  The clock was really fun to make and easy, too, once I decided exactly what I wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-789506726233866767?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/789506726233866767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=789506726233866767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/789506726233866767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/789506726233866767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/04/scrapped-clock-for-my-daughter.html' title='Scrapped Clock for my daughter'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjURcmdkHWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ArWBnEzihIg/s72-c/BOsteen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-6258725977015114164</id><published>2007-04-29T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T11:26:37.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Sunday in Georgia</title><content type='html'>Morning, everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quiet morning here in Georgia.  It's beautiful here and I'm going out to plant some flowers when I finish with this.  Can't wait to get some color going outside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned on stamping all day yesterday, but had an offer I couldn't resist.  My daughter called early yesterday and suggested that we head off to Macon for some shopping when we got our Saturday house chores finished.  Now, tell me, how many of you would pass that up?  Not me!  We decided to stop at Olive Garden and fill our tummies first so we'd have plenty of energy for Target and Michaels.  Poor Gina!  First, we had terrible service; sat there for almost twenty minutes before anyone even decided to ask for our drink orders.  Then, when Gina got her food, they had not cooked her peppers at all and she can't handle raw bell peppers.  The waitress offered to take it back and have them cook the peppers, but Gina said she'd just pick them out because she was so hungry.  Then, she cut into her chicken and took a big bite!  Oops!  Didn't stay in there long because the chicken was not cooked.  After several more minutes we finally got the attention of the waitress and Gina told her to take it away.  They offered to bring her another plate but once Gina has been turned off of a food, she's DONE!  She sat there and ate four plates of salad and breadsticks while Ashley and I enjoyed our food.  Then poor Gina picked up a breadstick and bit into it and it was raw dough.  Ashley and I almost fell out of our chairs because we were laughing so hard.  By this time, the waitress had become our best friend and was joining in with the laughter.  She brought out another basket of breadsticks for Gina and we finally were able to finish our meals.  When the waitress brought out our check (which they had adjusted quite nicely, I must say) she was laughing and said that the Gods were not being nice to her at all because when she printed the bill, it came out with one of the random survey requests.  Oh, what fun!  We finally left Olive Garden and were off to Target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up a few goodies there, not really craft related, but goodies just the same!  Gina and Ashley got new outfits for a beach wedding they'll be going to in a couple of weeks.  We also had to find something for Ashley to use for a school project on nutrition she's doing.  Gina had the brilliant idea to buy a breakfast tray, plate, bowl, and a really cool plastic glass to go with it.  Ashley is going to glue everything to the tray and then "build" a nutritional breakfast on it.  Can't wait to see it!  On the back, she will place a printed copy of the nutritional guidelines and specifics for her breakfast.   I'll post some pictures when they finish the project--it ought to be really cute.  We finished at Target and it was off to Michaels for more fun.  While there, I got some Shrinky Dink to make pins.  I've never done this before, but a lady brought in some pins to our last OHMS stamp club and I've decided to have some fun myself.  Betty had made 300 pins using Shrinky Dink for a Relay for Life  project she was involved in.  They were so cute.  Now, I won't be making 300 of anything, but I am going to play around. I also had to pick up some Staz-On in colors that SU no longer carries and some of the flat-bottomed marbles to use as feet on some boxes I'm making.  Oh, and I found a great deal on some really neat tins that were for Coffee, Sugar, and tea.  Of course I bought them and will be having someone pick me up a few more next week as I think I can cover over the word pre-printed on the tin and use them for something else.  Ideas still in the works, but for $3.00 for a large tin, you can't go wrong on that!  Seems like I bought a bunch more stuff, but I sure can't remember what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finish planting the flowers, I'll be back in to do some Sunday stamping!  I hope you are all enjoying your weekend and have the chance to "go create something"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-6258725977015114164?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6258725977015114164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=6258725977015114164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6258725977015114164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6258725977015114164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/04/quiet-sunday-in-georgia.html' title='Quiet Sunday in Georgia'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-5747120016668926063</id><published>2007-04-23T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:53:34.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5-in-1 Template Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floral Background'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Au Chocolat Designer Paper'/><title type='text'>Card and super fun little box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RwpgWko0LRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5ghruErB9bw/s1600-h/4+inch+box+outside+and+top.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119009867368246546" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="213" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RwpgWko0LRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5ghruErB9bw/s320/4+inch+box+outside+and+top.JPG" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjogJGdkHZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WL_stTLy7Fk/s1600-h/faux+stitching+card+close+up+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060392472029699474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RjogJGdkHZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WL_stTLy7Fk/s320/faux+stitching+card+close+up+3.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RwpgLEo0LQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/CKMPCge9gi4/s1600-h/4+inch+box+outside+and+top.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After talking to Deanna yesterday, I knew I had to get busy and make a special card to send to her. After I finished that, I decided to try my hand at one of those special little boxes that I'd been seeing around for so long. And, I just love them! I'll be making more and more of them. I think they'd be great for those little gifts that you don't know what to do with. Here's the card and the box that I made. I used Stampin' Up!'s Floral Background stamp and Mellow Moss and Chocolate Chip cardstock for both. On my box, I used the Au Chocolat Designer Paper and just love it! I also got to play with my Cuttlebug for both -- oh what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-5747120016668926063?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5747120016668926063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=5747120016668926063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5747120016668926063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5747120016668926063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-love-these-little-boxes.html' title='Card and super fun little box'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxHAFaa7TRo/RwpgWko0LRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5ghruErB9bw/s72-c/4+inch+box+outside+and+top.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-6486637550592812737</id><published>2007-04-23T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:48:44.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful day</title><content type='html'>I had a most pleasant surprise yesterday. A dear friend that I used to teach with contacted me yesterday after about 5 years of no contact. I had moved from the town where we taught together and we stayed in touch for several years. Then, all of a sudden, she was gone and I haven't been able to find her. Finally, she found me and called. What a wonderful surprise to get to talk to her after all this time. Deanna is such a wonderful person who has had many rough spots in her life, but you know what? She's still the same lovable, funny, witty, crazy, dear friend that I remembered. For all of you who are not in contact with old friends, do whatever you have to do to find them again. Friends are what the world is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Deanna, for finding me. Thank you for being my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-6486637550592812737?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6486637550592812737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=6486637550592812737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6486637550592812737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6486637550592812737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-wonderful-day.html' title='What a wonderful day'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-6066972821569978808</id><published>2007-03-24T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:45:56.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Start, Huh?</title><content type='html'>Boy, did I get off to a slow start or what?  Been having some real computer problems (my computer got fried in a thunder storm) so have been limited to computer time.  I've goten a temporary replacement so wanted to post something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going well.  I've gotten my first two new contacts through my Stampin' Up! website.  I was about to think that the website just just for my own enjoyment.  Maybe this means that things are looking up for my Stampin' Up! business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a wonderful group of women who meet once a month to stamp and have fun.  The majority of the Stampin' club are super women who work at the same school I am at.  However, we have a couple of fantastic stampers from outside the education world.  I'm so excited to have them join us.  I'll be posting some pictures of projects we've been making during our OHMS Stamp Club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-6066972821569978808?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6066972821569978808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=6066972821569978808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6066972821569978808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/6066972821569978808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/03/slow-start-huh.html' title='Slow Start, Huh?'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634099436228127995.post-5380542300432660244</id><published>2007-03-11T11:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:18:38.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>OK, I've bitten the bullet and started my own blog. It's taken a while for me to do this, but I've decided to join the gang. Check back often to see all the latest and greatest news I have to offer. I'll keep you up to date with what's happening with Stampin' Up! (c) and with my life. Wonder which of these will be more interesting? We'll have to see, won't we? Now that I have this started, I need to get up and get some stampin' done! I'll be back later to let you know what I've accomplished today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634099436228127995-5380542300432660244?l=creatingmymemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5380542300432660244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3634099436228127995&amp;postID=5380542300432660244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5380542300432660244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3634099436228127995/posts/default/5380542300432660244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creatingmymemories.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Betty O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02604392356027808834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
