<?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-1457563863939560437</id><updated>2011-10-15T04:29:54.886-05:00</updated><category term='volunteer'/><category term='meme'/><category term='My Sisters'/><category term='poem'/><category term='housework'/><category term='Deerfield Point'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Matthew'/><category term='my boys'/><category term='quote'/><category term='Jeff'/><category term='Chris'/><category term='Operation Christmas Child'/><category term='just me'/><category term='My Day'/><category term='Alicia'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='House'/><category term='USA'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='life'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='grandchildren'/><category term='Tupelo'/><category term='Family Circus'/><category term='church'/><category term='Tupelo Lee Humane Society'/><category term='Photo By Katrina'/><category term='Sunday afternoon'/><category term='play'/><category term='Scouts'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='video'/><category term='joke'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Web link'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='My Hometown'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Saturday afternoon'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='land'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Day to Day Life of a Southern Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6637129508883848141</id><published>2009-07-08T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:01:15.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>The  North and South</title><content type='html'>The North has Bloomingdale's, the South has Dollar General.&lt;br /&gt;The North has coffee houses, the South has Waffle Houses.&lt;br /&gt;The North has dating services, the South has family reunions.&lt;br /&gt;The North has switchblade knives; the South has Lee Press-on Nails.&lt;br /&gt;The North has double last names; the South has double first names.&lt;br /&gt;The North has Indy car races; The South has stock car races.&lt;br /&gt;The North has Cream of Wheat, the South has grits.&lt;br /&gt;The North has green salads, the South has collard greens.&lt;br /&gt;The North has lobsters, the South has crawfish.&lt;br /&gt;The North has the rust belt, the South has the Bible Belt.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR NORTHERNERS MOVING SOUTH . . .&lt;br /&gt;In the South --If you run your car into a ditch, don't panic.&lt;br /&gt;Four men in a four-wheel drive pickup truck with a tow chain will be along shortly.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to help them, just stay out of their way.&lt;br /&gt;This is what they live for.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised to find movie rentals and bait in the same store....&lt;br /&gt;do not buy food at this store.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, "Y'all" is singular, "all y'all" is plural, and "all y'all's" is plural possessive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get used to hearing "You ain't from round here, are ya?"&lt;br /&gt;Save all manner of bacon grease. You will be instructed later on how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be worried at not understanding what people are saying.&lt;br /&gt;They can't understand you either.&lt;br /&gt;The first Southern statement to creep into a transplanted Northerner's vocabulary is the adjective "big'ol," truck or "big'ol" boy.&lt;br /&gt;Most Northerners begin their Southern-influenced dialect this way.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are in denial about it.&lt;br /&gt;The proper pronunciation you learned in school is no longer proper.!&lt;br /&gt;Be advised that "He needed killin." is a valid defense here.&lt;br /&gt;If you hear a Southerner exclaim, "Hey, y'all watch this," you should stay out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;These are likely to be the last words he'll ever say.&lt;br /&gt;If there is the prediction of the slightest chance of even the smallest accumulation of snow, your presence is required at the local grocery store. It doesn't matter whether you need anything or not. You just have to go there.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be surprised to find that 10-year olds own their own shotguns, they are proficient          marksmen and their mammas taught them how to aim.&lt;br /&gt;In the South, we have found that the best way to grow a lush green lawn is to pour gravel on it and call it a driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND REMEMBER: If you do settle in the South and bear children, don't think we will           accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn't call 'em biscuits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-6637129508883848141?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6637129508883848141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6637129508883848141&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6637129508883848141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6637129508883848141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/north-and-south.html' title='The  North and South'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7014003526983732047</id><published>2009-07-08T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:19:33.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Clay Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man was exploring caves by the Seashore. &lt;br /&gt;In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. &lt;br /&gt;It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.  &lt;br /&gt;They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.  &lt;br /&gt;He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock . Inside was a beautiful, precious stone! Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. &lt;br /&gt;He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!  &lt;br /&gt;It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel.  It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.  &lt;br /&gt;We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy.  But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.   There is a treasure in each and every one of us.  If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.  &lt;br /&gt;May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.   &lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.  &lt;br /&gt;APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE THING YOU HAVE, ESPECIALLY YOUR FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND FRIENDS ARE TOO FEW!  &lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to another Clay Ball!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask the Lord to Guide your Footsteps if you are not willing to MOVE your Feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7014003526983732047?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7014003526983732047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7014003526983732047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7014003526983732047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7014003526983732047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/clay-balls.html' title='Clay Balls'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4795218229079662005</id><published>2009-06-30T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:45:26.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><title type='text'>Introducing Mr &amp; Mrs Lee Willmon</title><content type='html'>Follow this link to view &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0QZuWrds3bMnIQ"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My sister's wedding photo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Lee Willmon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4795218229079662005?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4795218229079662005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4795218229079662005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4795218229079662005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4795218229079662005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducing-mr-mrs-lee-willmon.html' title='Introducing Mr &amp; Mrs Lee Willmon'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8141548796474773174</id><published>2009-06-21T00:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:54:09.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Troop 85 returning home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolineupperwestside.shutterfly.com/355?eid=115"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://ha.motionbox.com/v2/ha/thumbnails/b/2/0/4/video-7a9cd9b31416e5c7f5-b2042e16cff127b1.js" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolineupperwestside.shutterfly.com/355?eid=115"&gt;Click here to view this video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=video&amp;amp;c2=blogger" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a video that a friend of mine shot of the boys returning from Camp Saturday. You have to have your volume on &amp;amp; listen to our horn on the bus we have. So funny to hear them coming &amp;amp; going. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried to do a video but my little camera that should have worked did not work. Caroline &amp;amp; I are alot alike. We go to the same church, we have great husbands, our oldest boys are in baseball, we do the Scout thing with the same troop, we are trying to raise two boys the best we can &amp;amp; we love our camera's. Ton's of other things in common. Her family is a really sweet Christian family. &lt;a href="http://carolineupperwestside.shutterfly.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go take a look at her blog of pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She does a great job. If I don't get the shot Caroline or another mom Tami M. got it. (The things in common can also describe Tami). We do love us some picture taking. Caroline takes her's a step farther than I do.....She Scrapbooks. She also sells the products. &lt;a href="http://www.mycmsite.com/sites/carolinepugh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be sure &amp;amp; take a look at her stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who know me can get a peek at me in the video &amp;amp; hear my voice. That we could have done without. The "Let's go find brother" is not my brother. She is talking to her little boy.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-8141548796474773174?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8141548796474773174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8141548796474773174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8141548796474773174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8141548796474773174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/returning.html' title='Troop 85 returning home'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4449225500450088642</id><published>2009-06-20T14:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:26:10.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scouts'/><title type='text'>Mohawk or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj1FQrV6-UI/AAAAAAAABT8/0uxPn4GEjP0/s1600-h/DSC07676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349508085200910658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj1FQrV6-UI/AAAAAAAABT8/0uxPn4GEjP0/s400/DSC07676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am gonna be holding my breath when I go to pick Chris up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Will he have the Mohawk or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is how my last post left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well Chris has been picked up after arriving back to the church from his Boy Scout Camp Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj0__MQbE4I/AAAAAAAABTc/e96skLsoBr0/s1600-h/DSC07683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349502287240434562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj0__MQbE4I/AAAAAAAABTc/e96skLsoBr0/s400/DSC07683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(AFTER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj0__jA-L7I/AAAAAAAABTk/kLEPnOihL0c/s1600-h/DSC07680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349502293349642162" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj0__jA-L7I/AAAAAAAABTk/kLEPnOihL0c/s400/DSC07680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So far he has no regrets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as my 11 year old did not come back with piercings or tattoos the hair thing does not bother me as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj1B3k4DCkI/AAAAAAAABTs/pkfLSxuGpnE/s1600-h/Polaris+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349504355433384514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj1B3k4DCkI/AAAAAAAABTs/pkfLSxuGpnE/s400/Polaris+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of some of his friends in the group that also got the famous haircut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way...next Saturday my sister is getting married so guess who will be sporting his Mohawk for the family pics? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4449225500450088642?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4449225500450088642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4449225500450088642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4449225500450088642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4449225500450088642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/mohawk-or-not.html' title='Mohawk or Not'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sj1FQrV6-UI/AAAAAAAABT8/0uxPn4GEjP0/s72-c/DSC07676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3830253752534638836</id><published>2009-06-19T18:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:04:55.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scouts'/><title type='text'>Chris at Boy Scout Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; (Chris is 2nd from left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwbOxHENDI/AAAAAAAABSc/mLLa3IQnBF8/s1600-h/Polaris+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349180397924398130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwbOxHENDI/AAAAAAAABSc/mLLa3IQnBF8/s400/Polaris+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris has been at Boy Scout camp all this week. We had family night Wednesday. All the boys will be back tomorrow &amp;amp; I imagine will be really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I snapped this picture of him while there Wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349182555248400098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwdMVxMFuI/AAAAAAAABSk/tHJ4T6Jad6Y/s400/DSC07676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Scout Survival Camp was a couple of weekends back &amp;amp; Summer Camp for both boys is coming up. I do believe they will be camped to death soon. I am so thankful we can give them the opportunities we didn't get growing up. Chris seems to have fun spending time with his friends during the summer. Hopefully he will look back &amp;amp; have fond memories of his time at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call today asking if it was ok to give him a mohawk haircut. At first I am sure you have shock but when you know the story it is not all bad. The camp has a spirit award they give. Cub Scout's have a Spirit Stick &amp;amp; the Boy Scout's have the Turtle Totem. Each Troop trys to get the award. You get to carry it around until your time to pass it on. Wednesday when I got there our troop had the totem. You have to personalize it with something. One of our Asst. Scoutmaster's told our troop that if they got the Totem for spirit he would shave his head &amp;amp; face &amp;amp; add the hair to the totem. HE DID IT. We have some really great leaders. Here he is in a photo (before of course). Well with our temps reaching near 100 already outside I am sure he welcomed the coolness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222572271296098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjxBloy7XmI/AAAAAAAABSs/ZisKmm8rYzU/s400/MrGary_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am gonna be holding my breath when I go to pick Chris up tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will he have the mohawk or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3830253752534638836?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3830253752534638836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3830253752534638836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3830253752534638836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3830253752534638836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/chris-at-boy-scout-camp.html' title='Chris at Boy Scout Camp'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwbOxHENDI/AAAAAAAABSc/mLLa3IQnBF8/s72-c/Polaris+2009+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2908606257134073362</id><published>2009-06-19T17:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:04:21.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web link'/><title type='text'>VBS 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwWSL6eg8I/AAAAAAAABSM/fPRCbQPUkEc/s1600-h/VBS2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349174959100822466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwWSL6eg8I/AAAAAAAABSM/fPRCbQPUkEc/s400/VBS2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am always the one behind the camera so it seems weird when I see a picture of myself. A good friend of mine snapped this one of me when I was doing a mission lesson with the kindergarten class during Vacation Bible School at our church a couple of weeks ago. We had great attendence &amp;amp; it went really great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349174948054191138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwWRiwwTCI/AAAAAAAABSE/1VLbhsg27VA/s400/VBS2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were discussing some of the way's to teach the Aboriginal's about Jesus. They do some of it through pictures. &lt;a href="http://mattstone.blogs.com/photos/aboriginal_christian_art/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a picture I was using that I found on the internet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349177813281753042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwY4UkPR9I/AAAAAAAABSU/coXxhtRF7jg/s400/art.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aboriginal art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2908606257134073362?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2908606257134073362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2908606257134073362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2908606257134073362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2908606257134073362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/vbs-2009.html' title='VBS 2009'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwWSL6eg8I/AAAAAAAABSM/fPRCbQPUkEc/s72-c/VBS2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2556591874516682201</id><published>2009-06-19T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:44:58.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housework'/><title type='text'>No housework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwT8HuC4HI/AAAAAAAABR8/Mr7-o2fFF4E/s1600-h/NoHouseWorkDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349172380994560114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwT8HuC4HI/AAAAAAAABR8/Mr7-o2fFF4E/s400/NoHouseWorkDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been my last 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still feeling under the weather with this bronchitis stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did harvest some crops on my sister's fiance farm on Facebook Farm Town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2556591874516682201?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2556591874516682201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2556591874516682201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2556591874516682201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2556591874516682201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-housework.html' title='No housework'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjwT8HuC4HI/AAAAAAAABR8/Mr7-o2fFF4E/s72-c/NoHouseWorkDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2149964638722081830</id><published>2009-06-15T16:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:09:38.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><title type='text'>Jeff's ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sja38J7pwUI/AAAAAAAABRY/TF0ibtlFWjA/s1600-h/Ashley+Jet+%26+Black+Hawk+Helicopters+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347663851635196226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sja38J7pwUI/AAAAAAAABRY/TF0ibtlFWjA/s400/Ashley+Jet+%26+Black+Hawk+Helicopters+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff (my husband) had to leave for work this morning &amp;amp; had to get over to catch his ride.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure he got it since he didn't get back home from missing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2149964638722081830?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2149964638722081830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2149964638722081830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2149964638722081830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2149964638722081830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/jeffs-ride.html' title='Jeff&apos;s ride'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sja38J7pwUI/AAAAAAAABRY/TF0ibtlFWjA/s72-c/Ashley+Jet+%26+Black+Hawk+Helicopters+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3400537938633652847</id><published>2009-06-15T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:34:31.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU'RE OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This has always been one of my favorite jokes. I probably have it on my blog already but to lazy to look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Phillips , an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your house?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the police dispatcher said "All patrols are busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George said, "Okay." He hung up the phone and counted to 30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he phoned the police again."Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them." and he hung up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the Policemen said to George, "I thought you said that you'd shot them!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George said, "I thought you said there was nobody available!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Don't mess with old people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347655337596234178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjawMkqlKcI/AAAAAAAABRQ/zm1W3bf99Gs/s400/CowboyGrandma%26LipMan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3400537938633652847?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3400537938633652847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3400537938633652847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3400537938633652847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3400537938633652847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-call-police-when-youre-old.html' title='HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU&apos;RE OLD'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjawMkqlKcI/AAAAAAAABRQ/zm1W3bf99Gs/s72-c/CowboyGrandma%26LipMan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4965859055787366178</id><published>2009-06-14T22:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:26:47.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scouts'/><title type='text'>Chris leaving for Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems all we have been doing is packing for camp. Chris left for Camp Yocona Boy Scout camp after church today. Ususally big thing with all the boys that go. Here are just 6 of our newest Boy Scouts. (Chris last on right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347399537967655762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXHjEyma1I/AAAAAAAABQI/eokxIwM7Ht0/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside the chapel waiting to go in as a group. We had Scout Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347401251551589394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXJG0Y2NBI/AAAAAAAABQo/NAMNWRkrQAE/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lining up to hear last minute instructions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347399548507523170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXHjsDgCGI/AAAAAAAABQg/f1Ruc1n6nvQ/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chris with his carry on. Heading to the vans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXHjd_b15I/AAAAAAAABQQ/4gJ_4sTzOgs/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347399544732374930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXHjd_b15I/AAAAAAAABQQ/4gJ_4sTzOgs/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The STUFF they can't live without. This was just the trailer&lt;br /&gt;stuff. The truck was full also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really quite at home tonight with only one child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-377efc6bc5f97dc1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D377efc6bc5f97dc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330267577%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66C76A8098B7DCD6C6D7BC793D3AC3E5835406B1.5A62D47282BA177B570D79AF3A848D62F33201BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D377efc6bc5f97dc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcTHsHcUaFh0SkSWXDK_BJAS3Wa0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D377efc6bc5f97dc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330267577%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66C76A8098B7DCD6C6D7BC793D3AC3E5835406B1.5A62D47282BA177B570D79AF3A848D62F33201BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D377efc6bc5f97dc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcTHsHcUaFh0SkSWXDK_BJAS3Wa0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4965859055787366178?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=377efc6bc5f97dc1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4965859055787366178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4965859055787366178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4965859055787366178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4965859055787366178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/chris-leaving-for-camp.html' title='Chris leaving for Camp'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXHjEyma1I/AAAAAAAABQI/eokxIwM7Ht0/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7648418051487745390</id><published>2009-06-14T22:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:47:35.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web link'/><title type='text'>Got the book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXCi0Zs16I/AAAAAAAABQA/ykslSTIFf6A/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347394036010112930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXCi0Zs16I/AAAAAAAABQA/ykslSTIFf6A/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the rain stopped yesterday I got the chance to run to Reed's Bookstore &amp;amp; got the book. No it is not a reflection! Get it..Reflection. A play on words. The Book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got an extra one for my sister that writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7648418051487745390?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7648418051487745390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7648418051487745390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7648418051487745390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7648418051487745390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-book.html' title='Got the book'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjXCi0Zs16I/AAAAAAAABQA/ykslSTIFf6A/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1348706934294908524</id><published>2009-06-12T19:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:01:59.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web link'/><title type='text'>A new book out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjMIQnRb5NI/AAAAAAAABPo/0yjAtFYsdyc/s1600-h/ReflectionsOfAMississippiMagnolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346626264131953874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjMIQnRb5NI/AAAAAAAABPo/0yjAtFYsdyc/s400/ReflectionsOfAMississippiMagnolia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CLICK ON PIC FOR LARGER VIEW &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lady contact me on Facebook. She is a local author here in Tupelo. She needs help to promote her book. She is my age, same graduating year &amp;amp; best yet, Southern! I have been to her web site &amp;amp; looked around. Once you read though click on the links at the bottom to go to her web site &amp;amp; blog. Here is a short bio on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is Patricia Neely-Dorsey. I am from Tupelo, Mississippi. I am a 1982 graduate of Tupelo High School. I received a Bachelor of Arts degree in Psychology from Boston University in Boston, Massachusetts. I lived in Memphis , Tennessee for almost 20 yrs, working in the mental health field, before returning to my hometown in August 2007. I have been married for almost 16 yrs to James Dorsey and we have one child, Henry, age 10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has some poems on her web site to tease you with. Well it worked. I want to read more. She just one day woke up &amp;amp; had a "gift" from God. She started writing &amp;amp; hasn't stopped yet. She has enough material for a couple or so more books. She writes alot about Southern culture. Not the kind that puts the south in a bad light as so many do. The really easy, laid back, family oriented.&lt;br /&gt;She describes it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are so many negative connotations associated with Mississippi and the south in general. I want readers to see that there is a flip side of the coin. There is much to love about the southern way of life. I want people to know Mississippi in a different light and I want to introduce them. My slogan is Meet Mississippi Through Poetry, Prose and The Written Word. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THE BOOK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia Neely-Dorsey’s fascinating book of poetry is a true celebration of the south and things southern. Using childhood memories, personal thoughts and dreams, the author offers a positive glimpse into the southern way of life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a &lt;a href="http://www.patricianeelydorsey.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read some more about her.&lt;br /&gt;Or visit &lt;a href="http://www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;her web site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Be sure &amp;amp; bookmark once there so you could go back.&lt;br /&gt;Find her on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=94128507055#/profile.php?id=1470944382"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Patricia Neely-Dorsey is listed as one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more about this grand Southern lady later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1348706934294908524?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1348706934294908524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1348706934294908524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1348706934294908524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1348706934294908524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-book-out.html' title='A new book out'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SjMIQnRb5NI/AAAAAAAABPo/0yjAtFYsdyc/s72-c/ReflectionsOfAMississippiMagnolia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6776280148022308134</id><published>2009-06-12T01:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:29:06.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>The Broken Mower</title><content type='html'>When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me&lt;br /&gt;that I should get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;But, somehow I always had something  else to take care of first, the truck,&lt;br /&gt;the car, playing golf -- always something more important to me.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,&lt;br /&gt;busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.&lt;br /&gt;I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.&lt;br /&gt;I was gone only a minute, and when I came out I handed her a toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.'&lt;br /&gt;The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of this story: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-6776280148022308134?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6776280148022308134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6776280148022308134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6776280148022308134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6776280148022308134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-mower.html' title='The Broken Mower'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7344246473844587615</id><published>2009-06-12T00:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:29:00.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>My Facebook status</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is so sad.....I have a Bronchial Infection &amp;amp; I had to send off my baby today to the service center. AKA: My Nikon D300 (camera). Now I am home with my feet kicked up &amp;amp; resting. Yes mother...resting. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Up at 12:26 am trying to calm a cough. Meds are in with a milk chaser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7344246473844587615?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7344246473844587615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7344246473844587615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7344246473844587615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7344246473844587615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-facebook-status.html' title='My Facebook status'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-5257135187226352064</id><published>2009-06-07T13:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:13:49.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tupelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deerfield Point'/><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>We finally have the house back on the market.&lt;br /&gt;We will get it sold this time. Full price offer asking for nothing but a normal closing. That is called being positive.&lt;br /&gt;Now to keep the house clean enough for showing.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to live in the town or have a extra house in the birthplace of Elvis then do I have a house for you.&lt;br /&gt;Follow&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deerfieldpoint.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-sale.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS LINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to get to the listing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-5257135187226352064?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5257135187226352064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=5257135187226352064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5257135187226352064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5257135187226352064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-866829017249500642</id><published>2009-06-03T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:06:34.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Time Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SiYDwRlqXWI/AAAAAAAABO4/0DNMfUbYC4E/s1600-h/BeachJune2009+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342962135811644770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SiYDwRlqXWI/AAAAAAAABO4/0DNMfUbYC4E/s400/BeachJune2009+133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been spending some time away this week. Be back home shortly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet a great couple in the next condo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/susanjohnson1"&gt;Be sure &amp;amp; visit her Caring Bridge site.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-866829017249500642?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/866829017249500642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=866829017249500642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/866829017249500642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/866829017249500642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-away.html' title='Time Away'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SiYDwRlqXWI/AAAAAAAABO4/0DNMfUbYC4E/s72-c/BeachJune2009+133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3967230531143884762</id><published>2009-05-15T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:09:46.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web link'/><title type='text'>Just to funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkofthe.com/products/lunch_bag.php"&gt;Sandwich bags.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I have thought of these?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3967230531143884762?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3967230531143884762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3967230531143884762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3967230531143884762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3967230531143884762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-to-funny.html' title='Just to funny!'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3947889976731656409</id><published>2009-05-09T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:09:23.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>Before I Was a Mom</title><content type='html'>Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys&lt;br /&gt;or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether&lt;br /&gt;or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on.&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my&lt;br /&gt;mind and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming&lt;br /&gt;child so doctors could do tests.&lt;br /&gt;Or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3947889976731656409?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3947889976731656409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3947889976731656409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3947889976731656409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3947889976731656409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/before-i-was-mom.html' title='Before I Was a Mom'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2526895994336247775</id><published>2009-05-06T11:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:37:11.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332750430055473762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SgG8QxNEomI/AAAAAAAABIw/wu6I1uvVbHc/s320/AmericanGothic1930-22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SgG8RIhkvDI/AAAAAAAABI4/Nc3aBeUl5bg/s1600-h/Rain2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332750436315479090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SgG8RIhkvDI/AAAAAAAABI4/Nc3aBeUl5bg/s320/Rain2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Raining in Tupelo, MS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2526895994336247775?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2526895994336247775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2526895994336247775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2526895994336247775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2526895994336247775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SgG8QxNEomI/AAAAAAAABIw/wu6I1uvVbHc/s72-c/AmericanGothic1930-22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-12219492614825025</id><published>2009-05-05T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:01:11.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hometown'/><title type='text'>Facebook Updates</title><content type='html'>It seems I spend a bit of time on Facebook. The thing is I know it. Here are the last few postings I have had. It goes from newest to oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is off the ball games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; has another busy day. Planning scouts for tonight, working on my Kindergarten Wednesday night lesson for Mission's, contemplating going to the pool company for shock, working on Operation Christmas Child stuff (that's right no typo). Well maybe not a busy day but I could fit a couple of more things in. EVIL EVIL Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; Now how about this one. Nobody puts Baby in the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; Grease is the word is the word is the word.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; just got back from Operation Christmas Child kick off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; just watched the local 155th leave from Tupelo. It was so sad. Cars pulled over on the side of the road for them. Motorcycles &amp;amp; Police Officers were leading, following &amp;amp; escorting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is headed to the ball fields AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is headed off to lead a bunch of kindergarteners make Mother's Day crafts. FUN FUN FUN.....really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; dang I am gonna miss my friends tonight while they are supporting LeBonheur. Think of me while I am sitting at the ball fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; Women rule the world...men are just here for the company. Just heard it on a commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; has to take her overweight dog for yearly shots, drop off a riding mower with the trailer, get some mulch, spread it, get ready to teach kindergarteners tonight &amp;amp; hopefully have a Mountain Dew somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is headed to work on new empty bowls for next years Salvation Army Empty Bowls Luncheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is headed out to a baseball game &amp;amp; then to Boy Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is back from a wet &amp;amp; cold baseball practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is relaxing &amp;amp; watching movies with her guys tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; What do you think the purpose of life is? To be useful &amp;amp; make a difference in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; Wants everyone to know that you can get you some good seats for Alan Jackson tonight. I just checked online &amp;amp; the good seats that have been held back are being released. Section 102 Row 3 near the stage came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wants to update her blog but can't seem to get the gumption (is that a word) up to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; now has an official Boy Scout in the house. Chris did a crossover ceremony at church tonight. It was really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=828930522&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;/a&gt; is waiting on word from family that had straight line winds come through Scottsboro early this morning. Tore the town up pretty bad. Alot of people with no electricity. My sister has power so she took my mom that had no power a pot of coffee. All is well in their life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-12219492614825025?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/12219492614825025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=12219492614825025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/12219492614825025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/12219492614825025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook-updates.html' title='Facebook Updates'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-5280620034245846064</id><published>2009-05-05T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:33:39.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boys'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I AM HORRIBLE AT BLOGGING! But I had to share this.&lt;br /&gt;We have been so busy here at The Patty home. Both boys had games tonight. One at 6:00 the other at 7:00. Matthew is my little eater. Each time we pass the snack area he says he wants to go to the Confession Stand. No matter how many times I say concession he still says confession. What did we turn Catholic &amp;amp; I wasn't paying attention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-5280620034245846064?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5280620034245846064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=5280620034245846064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5280620034245846064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5280620034245846064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1479728671110730820</id><published>2009-05-01T18:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:48:10.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tupelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><title type='text'>Tupelo sendoff for the 155th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://patriotguard.org/Forums/tabid/61/postid/1143067/view/topic/Default.aspx"&gt;READ MORE ABOUT THE SEND OFF'S AROUND THE AREA&lt;/a&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://patriotguard.org/Forums/tabid/61/postid/1143067/view/topic/Default.aspx"&gt;Friday, May 1st: Tupelo sendoff and flag presentation for the 155th Headquarters Company.&lt;br /&gt;Staging at the National Guard Armory next to the Air Traffic Control tower at the Tupelo Airport on W. Jackson St. at 7:15am. The unit will be leaving out between 8am and 8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;RC will be Butch Card (cell 662-523-8948)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the boys to school this morning &amp;amp; heard my friend Kelli (who is a Co-Host of "Your Hometown Morning Show" WIZARD 106 in Tupelo) talking about our local 155th leaving Tupelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I had my camera with me but really just headed over to the Armory to see the goings on. In route I passed the buses, big trucks, motorcycles (Patriot Guard Riders), Police cars &amp;amp; family in a convoy. Cars were pulling over for these guys. RESPECT. That is what came to my mind. These guys need it. I heard they are on their way for training for 2 weeks &amp;amp; then headed out of the country. Some for at least a year. I could not imagine. As I have said in previous post I have great respect for the servicemen &amp;amp; women. I have a ton of family serving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep all these guys in your prayers as they serve our country &amp;amp; protect us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CLICK ON PICTURES FOR LARGER VIEW&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331005530750944786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SfuJSQwNhhI/AAAAAAAABH0/DkZ_mF0Rsmc/s320/Photo+By+Katrina+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331005526259665778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SfuJSABaC3I/AAAAAAAABHs/P58lUufqkzE/s320/Photo+By+Katrina+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made from my rear view mirror&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331005535905996946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SfuJSj9RYJI/AAAAAAAABH8/tjoxvetJq_k/s320/Photo+By+Katrina+086.JPG" border="0" /&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/1457563863939560437-1479728671110730820?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1479728671110730820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1479728671110730820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1479728671110730820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1479728671110730820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/tupelo-sendoff-for-155th.html' title='Tupelo sendoff for the 155th'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SfuJSQwNhhI/AAAAAAAABH0/DkZ_mF0Rsmc/s72-c/Photo+By+Katrina+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7961818433938610444</id><published>2009-05-01T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:49:54.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM</title><content type='html'>If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with&lt;br /&gt;you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular&lt;br /&gt;workout routine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of&lt;br /&gt;personal training at the local health club for me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football&lt;br /&gt;cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and&lt;br /&gt;give it a try.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named&lt;br /&gt;Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and&lt;br /&gt;model for athletic clothing and swim wear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club&lt;br /&gt;encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well&lt;br /&gt;worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a&lt;br /&gt;dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the&lt;br /&gt;skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout&lt;br /&gt;today. Very inspiring!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already&lt;br /&gt;aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be&lt;br /&gt;a FANTASTIC week-!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo&lt;br /&gt;made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put&lt;br /&gt;weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made&lt;br /&gt;the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a whole new life for me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the&lt;br /&gt;counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a&lt;br /&gt;hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer&lt;br /&gt;or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other&lt;br /&gt;club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair&lt;br /&gt;monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity&lt;br /&gt;rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in&lt;br /&gt;shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Butthole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his&lt;br /&gt;thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a&lt;br /&gt;half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and&lt;br /&gt;hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny witch to find me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I hate that jerk Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other&lt;br /&gt;human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic&lt;br /&gt;little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move&lt;br /&gt;without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if&lt;br /&gt;you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the darn barbells or&lt;br /&gt;anything that weighs more than a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir&lt;br /&gt;director?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice&lt;br /&gt;wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want&lt;br /&gt;to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to&lt;br /&gt;even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the&lt;br /&gt;Weather Channel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my&lt;br /&gt;husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a&lt;br /&gt;hysterectomy.&lt;br /&gt;I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have&lt;br /&gt;sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7961818433938610444?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7961818433938610444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7961818433938610444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7961818433938610444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7961818433938610444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/womans-week-at-gym.html' title='A WOMAN&apos;S WEEK AT THE GYM'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6180369018677846441</id><published>2009-04-28T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:58:02.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Can't have it both ways.</title><content type='html'>I am such a bad blogger. I have so many good intentions but then something always pulls me the other way. I am glad I stay busy. Idle hands. You should know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey Attitude&lt;br /&gt;Recently one Congressman from a Bible belt congressional district was asked about his attitude toward whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;The politician responded, "If you mean the demon drink that poisons the mind, pollutes the body, desecrates family life, and inflames sinners, then I'm against it."&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "But if you mean the elixir of Christmas cheer, the shield against winter chill, the taxable potion that puts needed funds into public coffers to comfort little crippled children, then I'm for it. This is my position, and I will not compromise."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-6180369018677846441?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6180369018677846441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6180369018677846441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6180369018677846441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6180369018677846441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-have-it-both-ways.html' title='Can&apos;t have it both ways.'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4604227673622767016</id><published>2009-04-15T09:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:34:05.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Scottsboro Alabama Storms</title><content type='html'>Ask anyone in the south "How is the weather". &lt;strong&gt;Crazy&lt;/strong&gt; would be the word. It is never the same in any season. I turn on the heat one day &amp;amp; the air the next. Wear t-shirts one day &amp;amp; pull out the long sleeves the next. Never know what to expect. Would I move out of the South? NO.&lt;br /&gt;My sister has tried sending me pictures she went out &amp;amp; made but they can't come through becasue of her server. A blog I visit has some pictures. This was no tornado just winds. The blog explains it. Be sure &amp;amp; read her blog. She has alot of good info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pennyspurse.com/?p=1612"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Penny's Purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pennyspurse.com/?cat=19"&gt;Penny's Purse Storm Damage Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedailysentinel.com/story.lasso?ewcd=a30a5f7060ad3030"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Scottsboro Daily Sentinel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this article explains what happened that have people&lt;br /&gt;confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedailysentinel.com/story.lasso?ewcd=fdef9c1908d36753"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jackson County declared disaster area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoreflect.com/pr3/thumbpage.aspx?e=4668673"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ginger Snap Photo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;of High Wind Damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture from a friend of mine. She has some listed on Facebook. It is her car. Well..... was her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325104046143041154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SeaR6pZZ7oI/AAAAAAAABHg/t3egpc0zN4I/s400/LindasCarApril2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4604227673622767016?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4604227673622767016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4604227673622767016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6309127876405598236</id><published>2009-04-10T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:52:28.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>One Flaw In Women</title><content type='html'>God doesn't give you the people you want,&lt;br /&gt;He gives you the people you NEED.&lt;br /&gt;To help you, to hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;to leave you, to love you&lt;br /&gt;and to make you into the&lt;br /&gt;person you were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Flaw In Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men.&lt;br /&gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens,&lt;br /&gt;but they hold happiness, love and joy.&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy&lt;br /&gt;and laugh when they are nervous.&lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer&lt;br /&gt;when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;They go without so their family can have.&lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.&lt;br /&gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel&lt;br /&gt;and cheer when their friends get awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about&lt;br /&gt;a birth or a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member,&lt;br /&gt;yet they are strong when they&lt;br /&gt;think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you&lt;br /&gt;to show how much they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what&lt;br /&gt;makes the world keep turning.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;They have compassion and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their&lt;br /&gt;family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Women have vital things to say&lt;br /&gt;and everything to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-6309127876405598236?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6309127876405598236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6309127876405598236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>When the moon hits the sky like a big pizza pie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sd1sCdvwvVI/AAAAAAAABHY/TUNTn6OTKZk/s1600-h/Photo+By+Katrina+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322529124222287186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sd1sCdvwvVI/AAAAAAAABHY/TUNTn6OTKZk/s400/Photo+By+Katrina+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Came out of church tonight &amp;amp; seen this over the top of the back side. It was like a bright shining spot light over top. Isn't God amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-8214832823464495452?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8214832823464495452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8214832823464495452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8214832823464495452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8214832823464495452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-moon-hits-sky-like-big-pizza-pie.html' title='When the moon hits the sky like a big pizza pie...'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sd1sCdvwvVI/AAAAAAAABHY/TUNTn6OTKZk/s72-c/Photo+By+Katrina+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6724713500629256650</id><published>2009-04-08T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:32:09.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>I have a new granddaughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annabelle Lillian LeBlanc &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;born April 6th, 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 lbs 15 oz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 inches long &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SdztB4f5-eI/AAAAAAAABHI/FUE69igAQLI/s1600-h/AnnaBelleApril2009+081-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322389476246944226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SdztB4f5-eI/AAAAAAAABHI/FUE69igAQLI/s400/AnnaBelleApril2009+081-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322389478998351490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SdztCCv5HoI/AAAAAAAABHQ/0miyAwOKogU/s400/AnnaBelleApril2009+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-6724713500629256650?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6724713500629256650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6724713500629256650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6724713500629256650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6724713500629256650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-new-granddaughter.html' title='I have a new granddaughter'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SdztB4f5-eI/AAAAAAAABHI/FUE69igAQLI/s72-c/AnnaBelleApril2009+081-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4234351217490744261</id><published>2009-04-08T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:39:49.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Exercise Pointers</title><content type='html'>-It is well documented that for every minute that you exercise, you add one minute to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $50,000 per month.&lt;br /&gt;- I joined a health club last year, spent about 40,000 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;- I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;- I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;br /&gt;- The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.&lt;br /&gt;- If you are going to try cross-country running, start with a small country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overweight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient says:&lt;/strong&gt; It isn't possible that I'm as overweight as you say I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor says:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe you would prefer to look at it in a different way. According to this chart, you're about 10 inches too short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4234351217490744261?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4234351217490744261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4234351217490744261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4234351217490744261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4234351217490744261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/exercise-pointers.html' title='Exercise Pointers'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4774471637107911618</id><published>2009-03-31T13:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:16:20.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>The Coat Hanger</title><content type='html'>A woman was at work when she received a phone call that her small daughter was very sick with a fever.  She left her work and Stopped by the pharmacy to get some medication. She got back to her car and found that she had locked her keys In the car.  She didn't know what to do, so she called home and told The baby sitter what had happened. The baby sitter told her that the Fever was getting worse.  She said, 'You might find a coat hanger and Use that to open the door.'&lt;br /&gt;The woman looked around and found an old rusty coat hanger that Had been left on the ground, possibly by someone else who at some time Had locked their keys in their car.  She looked at the hanger and Said, 'I don't know how to use this.' She bowed her head and asked God to send her help. Within five Minutes a beat-up old motorcycle pulled up, with a dirty, greasy, Bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag on his head. &lt;br /&gt;The Woman thought,  'This is what you sent to help me?' But, she was desperate, so she was also very thankful. The man got off of his cycle and asked if he could help.  She  said, 'Yes, my daughter is very sick.  I stopped to get her some Medication and I locked my keys in my car.  I must get home to her. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car? He said, 'Sure.' He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was opened.&lt;br /&gt;She hugged the man and through her tears she said, 'Thank you so much! You are a very nice man.'&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, 'Lady, I am not a nice man.  I just got out of Prison today.  I was in prison for car theft and have only been out For about an hour.'&lt;br /&gt;The woman hugged the man again and with sobbing tears cried out  loud,&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Thank you God!  You even sent me a professional!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4774471637107911618?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4774471637107911618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4774471637107911618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4774471637107911618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4774471637107911618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/coat-hanger.html' title='The Coat Hanger'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6441422212496588617</id><published>2009-03-28T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:46:48.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My little sister is engaged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sc7gpgaI8lI/AAAAAAAABHA/8nNUQyi4-MQ/s1600-h/PamLee2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318435213649965650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sc7gpgaI8lI/AAAAAAAABHA/8nNUQyi4-MQ/s400/PamLee2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sc7gpPT3RbI/AAAAAAAABG4/C6y_sJ1LMXU/s1600-h/PamLee2-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sister is engaged! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has fallen in love &amp;amp; is getting married by summer's end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-6441422212496588617?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6441422212496588617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6441422212496588617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6441422212496588617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6441422212496588617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-sister-is-engaged.html' title='My little sister is engaged'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sc7gpgaI8lI/AAAAAAAABHA/8nNUQyi4-MQ/s72-c/PamLee2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-9008182128577491376</id><published>2009-03-25T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:27:46.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317316483480192050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScrnK1wqhDI/AAAAAAAABGY/DvBaDAUs8Fo/s400/AmericanGothic1930-22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Scrnf-imeWI/AAAAAAAABGg/F1BTC0BKn5U/s1600-h/Signs+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317316846614378850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Scrnf-imeWI/AAAAAAAABGg/F1BTC0BKn5U/s400/Signs+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-9008182128577491376?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9008182128577491376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=9008182128577491376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/9008182128577491376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/9008182128577491376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday_25.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScrnK1wqhDI/AAAAAAAABGY/DvBaDAUs8Fo/s72-c/AmericanGothic1930-22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1534510055202271936</id><published>2009-03-19T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:51:38.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday afternoon'/><title type='text'>My mom the volunteer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Click on picture for larger view.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScKCNRPHSBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V7dH3qbMQiA/s1600-h/March2009CleanUpCrew"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953674727311378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScKCNRPHSBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V7dH3qbMQiA/s400/March2009CleanUpCrew" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother &amp;amp; step-dad make the paper. He is the first from the far left &amp;amp; my mom is the 3rd from the left holding the rake. "Go MOM"&lt;br /&gt;No arrest, fighting or drug charges. haha. Trust me you will never see that on here with their name attached. The article explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what my cousin Opal Lewis Meek sent out looking for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Town of Hollywood has a Clean Up Day Scheduled for Saturday, March 7, 2009, and plans to have a Dumpster at the Hollywood Crossroads which will take old furniture, limbs, old flowers, stands,etc. but no tires, oil, paint, batteries, or household trash will be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Baptist Cemetery located on County Road 42 in Hollywood, AL, will have Clean Up Day on Saturday, March 7, beginning at 9 a.m.    For more information call Pat Harding Womack at 256 - 599-0519 or 256 - 575-2727.   Bring your own work tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come out and support all this clean up effort and especially the Old Baptist Cemetery.  This is the white cemetery which has no perpetual care.   The Black Old Baptist Cemetery there has perpetual care.  The Sheriff's Department recently did a tremendous amount of cleanup of the white portion as coordinated by Pat Harding Womack and the Town of Hollywood provided the food to feed the inmates.  We will need to really work to keep the cemetery looking nice.  The inmates have cleaned up before but the mimosa trees really take over fast and so does the sage grass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All help and support is greatly appreciated.   Looking forward to seeing you there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1534510055202271936?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1534510055202271936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1534510055202271936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1534510055202271936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1534510055202271936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mom-volunteer.html' title='My mom the volunteer...'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScKCNRPHSBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V7dH3qbMQiA/s72-c/March2009CleanUpCrew' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3957363391034080421</id><published>2009-03-18T13:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:32:06.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314596379894359314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScE9P-QuJRI/AAAAAAAABGA/9IKs8XFN7Bk/s320/AmericanGothic1930-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScE9m8tLhvI/AAAAAAAABGI/ptkXVO2GgTo/s1600-h/PhotoByKatrina+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314596774613845746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScE9m8tLhvI/AAAAAAAABGI/ptkXVO2GgTo/s400/PhotoByKatrina+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The buttercups on the hill of MDOT in Tupelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3957363391034080421?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3957363391034080421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3957363391034080421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3957363391034080421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3957363391034080421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/ScE9P-QuJRI/AAAAAAAABGA/9IKs8XFN7Bk/s72-c/AmericanGothic1930-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-5843674284824289438</id><published>2009-03-17T10:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:16:31.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Irish Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sb_JHESr40I/AAAAAAAABFg/i5JrrdvHJ4s/s1600-h/HappyStPatDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314187208568857410" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sb_JHESr40I/AAAAAAAABFg/i5JrrdvHJ4s/s400/HappyStPatDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;May the wind be always at your back.&lt;br /&gt;May the sun shine warm upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;And the rains fall soft upon your fields.&lt;br /&gt;And until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;May God hold you in the palm of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These things, I warmly wish for you- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Someone to love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Some work to do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A bit of o’ sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A bit o’ cheer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And a guardian angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Always near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May your troubles be less &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And your blessing be more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And nothing but happiness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come through your door &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May your blessings outnumber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Shamrocks that grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And may trouble avoid you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wherever you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Saint Patrick's Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;from The Patty's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-5843674284824289438?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5843674284824289438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=5843674284824289438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5843674284824289438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5843674284824289438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/irish-blessings.html' title='Irish Blessings'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/Sb_JHESr40I/AAAAAAAABFg/i5JrrdvHJ4s/s72-c/HappyStPatDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1534628093784691767</id><published>2009-03-11T15:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:08:24.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Homer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Happy 22nd Anniversary to my Mother (Cat) &amp;amp; stepdad (Homer). She &amp;amp; Homer married 5 months after I did. I had moved to Virginia so I didn't get to attend the wedding. Small &amp;amp; intimate with family &amp;amp; friends present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SbgZmxffL0I/AAAAAAAABFY/JTEMNLxsAt4/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312023914394627906" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SbgZmxffL0I/AAAAAAAABFY/JTEMNLxsAt4/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1534628093784691767?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1534628093784691767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1534628093784691767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1534628093784691767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1534628093784691767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/mom-homer.html' title='Mom &amp; Homer'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SbgZmxffL0I/AAAAAAAABFY/JTEMNLxsAt4/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8489060387877357283</id><published>2009-03-11T15:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:01:57.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Free Samples</title><content type='html'>After trying a new shampoo for the first time, a gal fired off an enthusiastic letter of approval to the manufacturer.&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later she came home from work to a large carton in the middle of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Inside were free samples of the many products the company produced: soaps, detergents, tooth paste, and paper items.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what do you think" her hubby asked smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Next time," she replied. "I'm writing to BMW!"&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-8489060387877357283?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8489060387877357283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8489060387877357283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8489060387877357283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8489060387877357283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-samples.html' title='Free Samples'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-105965172205661659</id><published>2009-03-10T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:21:43.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>My blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This site is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; closed. It is due to a lack of time to take care of the site updates and maintenance. I hope to have the site back up soon, just waiting for life to calm down. I'm running over with blessings to have such a full and busy wonderful life! Please drop back. I have lots of new info to post soon. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-105965172205661659?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/105965172205661659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=105965172205661659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/105965172205661659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/105965172205661659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blog.html' title='My blog'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-9206136887928478948</id><published>2009-03-09T14:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:35:57.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Letter to employee's</title><content type='html'>As the CEO of this organization, I have resigned myself to the fact that Barrack Obama is our President and that our taxes and government fees will increase in a BIG way.&lt;br /&gt;To compensate for these increases, our prices would have to increase by about 10%.&lt;br /&gt;But since we cannot increase our prices right now due to the dismal state of the economy, we will have to lay off six of our employees instead.&lt;br /&gt;This has really been bothering me, since I believe we are family here and I didn't know how to choose who would have to go.&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I did. I walked through our parking lot and found six “Obama For Change” bumper stickers on our employees' cars and have decided these folks will be the ones to let go. I can't think of a more fair way to approach this problem.&lt;br /&gt;They voted for change; I gave it to them.&lt;br /&gt;I will see the rest of you at the annual company picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOSS.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-9206136887928478948?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9206136887928478948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=9206136887928478948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/9206136887928478948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/9206136887928478948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-employees.html' title='Letter to employee&apos;s'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1351260120039908120</id><published>2009-02-17T14:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:49:23.502-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>A 21st Century Marriage</title><content type='html'>I stopped at a florist shop after work to pick up roses for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;As the clerk was putting the finishing touches on the bouquet,&lt;br /&gt;a young man burst through the door, breathlessly requesting a dozen red roses.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry," the clerk said. "This man just ordered our last bunch."&lt;br /&gt;The desperate customer turned to me and begged, "May I please have those roses?"&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" I asked. "Did you forget your wedding anniversary?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's even worse than that," he confided.&lt;br /&gt;"I crashed my wife's hard drive!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1351260120039908120?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1351260120039908120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1351260120039908120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1351260120039908120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1351260120039908120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/21st-century-marriage.html' title='A 21st Century Marriage'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7470810249823605520</id><published>2009-02-17T10:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:47:58.879-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>Red envelope project</title><content type='html'>I have received this e-mail from a few of my friends. Something really easy to do that makes a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendaredenvelope.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be sure &amp;amp; visit the web site after you read below with more info on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Friends and Intercessors:&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I was praying about a number of things, and my mind began to wander. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was deeply distressed at the symbolic actions that President Obama took as he began his presidency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namely, that he signed executive orders releasing funds to pay for abortions, permission to fund human stem cell research, and federal funding for contraception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been involved in the pro-life movement for nearly 20 years, and it pained my heart to see a man and a political party committed to the shedding of innocent blood. This man, and this party lead our country, but they do not represent me or the 54% of Americans who believe that abortion is wrong and should no longer be legal.&lt;br /&gt;As I was praying, I believe that God gave me an interesting idea. Out in the garage I have a box of red envelopes. Like the powerful image of the red LIFE tape, an empty red envelope will send a message to Barack Obama that there is moral outrage in this country over this issue. It will be quiet, but clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I would like you to do:&lt;br /&gt;Get a red envelope.&lt;br /&gt;You can buy them at Kinkos, or at party supply stores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the front, address it to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;President Barack Obama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The White House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1600 Pennsylvania Ave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Washington ,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; D.C. 20500-0001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back, write the following message:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This envelope represents one child who died in abortion.It is empty because that life was unable to offer anything to the world.Responsibility begins with conception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it in the mail, and send it. Then forward this email to every one of your friends who you think would send one too. I wish we could send 50 million red envelopes, one for every child who died before having a a chance to live. Maybe it will change the heart of the President.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me that this is not a baby------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 2nd granddaughter Annabelle Lillian that is coming in April may disagree. Here she is at her last appointment. She was caught napping with her hand on the side of her face &amp;amp; under her chin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZroxcCCrTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/iCElRh1H7JQ/s1600-h/3d-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303807447218171186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZroxcCCrTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/iCElRh1H7JQ/s400/3d-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7470810249823605520?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7470810249823605520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7470810249823605520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7470810249823605520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7470810249823605520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-envelope-project.html' title='Red envelope project'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZroxcCCrTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/iCElRh1H7JQ/s72-c/3d-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7811773898863977866</id><published>2009-02-15T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:39:59.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><title type='text'>What the heck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZjRffroPEI/AAAAAAAABFI/eaM24CFag88/s1600-h/PhotoByKatrinaNovember2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303218900239400002" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZjRffroPEI/AAAAAAAABFI/eaM24CFag88/s400/PhotoByKatrinaNovember2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7811773898863977866?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7811773898863977866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7811773898863977866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7811773898863977866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7811773898863977866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-heck.html' title='What the heck'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZjRffroPEI/AAAAAAAABFI/eaM24CFag88/s72-c/PhotoByKatrinaNovember2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2247178700925552689</id><published>2009-02-15T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:50:04.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Hiccups Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A man goes into a drugstore and asks the pharmacist if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;give him something for the hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist promptly reaches out and slaps the man's face.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do that for?" the man asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you don't have the hiccups anymore, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "No, but my wife out in the car still does!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2247178700925552689?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2247178700925552689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2247178700925552689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2247178700925552689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2247178700925552689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/hiccups-cure.html' title='Hiccups Cure'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8672340165381045015</id><published>2009-02-13T16:38:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:55:21.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An oldie but a goodie. I have seen this around for awhile but still love getting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;"For God so lo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ed the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;That He G&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;His on&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;Begott&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;So&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................................&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat whosoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;Believeth &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................&lt;/span&gt;Should &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ot perish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.........................&lt;/span&gt;But have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verlasting life."&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16&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/1457563863939560437-8672340165381045015?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8672340165381045015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8672340165381045015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8672340165381045015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8672340165381045015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2881007430958649162</id><published>2009-02-12T19:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:10:33.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I know somebody that knows somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I received an e-mail from a friend of mine that has had received an email from a friend of hers. I now know somebody that knows somebody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish this guy all the best. Here is the e-mail from my friend &amp;amp; below hers is the email she received from her friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Friends &amp;amp; Family -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's first grade teacher in Brentwood, TN, Nicole Smith's husband is on the American Idol this year. We are asking you all to please vote for him Tuesday night so that he can continue on to the next round. He has had a couple records out, but he hasn't had any major hits yet so they are hoping and praying for this to work out for them. Mrs. Smith is one of our all time favorite teachers and we would love for this opportunity to give his career the push it needs. Please she her email below. Pictures of Brent are on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Millers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZTV-guEk8I/AAAAAAAABFA/U66QY07qD50/s1600-h/AIPhoto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302097931233694658" style="WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZTV-guEk8I/AAAAAAAABFA/U66QY07qD50/s400/AIPhoto.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am calling on each of you for your support and your votes! Even if you aren’t typically an American Idol watcher/fan I am asking each of you to please begin to watch, at least for the time being! As most of you already know, my husband, Brent Keith (Smith), is now officially a part of the top 36 on this season of American Idol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you please commit to voting (and praying) for Brent next Tuesday, February 17th (on your local Fox channel at 8/7 central), as he will be performing for the first time live and out of the 12 (6 guys and 6 girls) that will be performing next week only 1 girl with the most votes and 1 guy with the most votes and 1 person with the next highest number of votes (guy or girl) will move on to the top 12! YIKES! That means 9 contestants will go home next week! We really want Brent to stay in this thing! The judges will be able to bring back 3 contestants during the wild card round, but we would sure love to not have to wait for that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, let anyone and everyone you know about this and get them to commit to voting for Brent Keith as he moves forward in this season of American Idol!!! Please pass it on to as many people as you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRENT KEITH COULD BE THE NEXT AMERICAN IDOL (with your help)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole M. Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2881007430958649162?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2881007430958649162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2881007430958649162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2881007430958649162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2881007430958649162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-somebody-that-knows-somebody.html' title='I know somebody that knows somebody'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZTV-guEk8I/AAAAAAAABFA/U66QY07qD50/s72-c/AIPhoto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2169968228365921663</id><published>2009-02-11T08:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:57:18.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>A Special Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I would like to share with you an e-mail I receive around each Valentines Day. I am proud to say this is from my Associate Pastor. He is thought very highly of in our church. I know for a fact that man has a place in heaven waiting on him. He is about the smartest most humble man I know that knows the entire history of the bible. He goes in depth that is way beyond me. His SSClass has to meet in the gym because it is so large.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Langerfeld&lt;br /&gt;Feb 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of you have read this story many times, I share it every year during Valentine's Week in tribute to the greatest, most wonderful woman I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Special Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her family had come to America from Sweden. She had a typical Scandinavian look... Long blond hair; blue eyes; long slender legs; soft, blemish-free skin. She was gorgeous - she was beautiful. In fact, a professional international photographer in her hometown thought she was so pretty that he used a photograph of her to advertise his business.&lt;br /&gt;But that was not her real beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was raised by some wonderful Christian parents and had become a Christian at an early age. Integrity, honesty and sweetness were just a few of her characteristics. In fact, at her engagement party, her sister, who knew her better than anyone, said that she had never heard her tell a lie. All of her friends said the same thing about her: She was the sweetest girl they knew. She would never speak a harsh word about anyone. Everyone loved to be around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man she met in her freshman year started dating her and fell in love with her - both her exterior photographic beauty and the wonderful godly character of her inward beauty. She fell in love with him and they spent every free moment they could with each other over the next four years. They were committed to each other and they believed in waiting long before the "True Love Waits" Campaign ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after they graduated from college, they were married. They loved each other's company. They would walk together, exercise together, go on bike rides together, chaperone youth trips together - go to movies, watch TV, eat pizza, travel - all the things any normal couple would love to do together. They were so much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught school for a year and then became a bookkeeper for a surgical supply company. One day, while she was working, for no apparent reason, she lost her balance and fell on the floor. She was later able to get up and went to see a doctor that night. He set her up to see a Neurologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, it happened again. For no apparent reason, she lost her balance and fell. This time, though, she couldn't get up. She had lost all feeling in her legs. They wouldn't move. Her husband, had to come to the office and pick her up in his arms and carry her to the hospital. After six days in the hospital, the doctor gave this beautiful, active young lady the dreadful news. She had Multiple Sclerosis and she would continue to deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young couple, who had now been married only 18 months - who loved to go everywhere together and do everything together - would now face some new challenges. All their future plans would change, everyday life would change. They would change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 30 years, this young lady did deteriorate. She had to take steroids (not the kind athletes use, but anti-inflammatory steroids). Her bones became brittle, breaking easily. Her face became puffy and bloated and she could not even put on make-up. Her body was a mess. She went from a walker, to an electric scooter, to a wheelchair. She could no longer feed herself, write her name, or control her own bodily functions. She now had to have someone stay with her 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that couple had not had the kind of committed love that's based first on a personal relationship and a commitment to Jesus Christ and second, on a love that's based on a commitment to each other, the marriage never would have lasted. In fact, a large percentage of the marriages where a spouse has MS, the other spouse leaves them. The other spouse won't stay committed to the constant care and the continual physical, psychological and mental changes that continue to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hear me carefully - those two people are not heroes. They are not super-saints or super-Christians. They will be the first to tell you that they are not super Christians. Those two people are normal, ordinary people, empowered by the Love of God and a love for each other, to do what the world considers beyond normal and extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this for a fact - because that woman, that beautiful young lady who will never walk again, who can't even feed herself, is Lynda Langerfeld - my wife. She's not a hero. I'm not a hero. We're children of God, doing what the children of God are supposed to do. Doing what His children are called to do. Doing what God expects of every man and every woman who make a vow before God on their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often, Hollywood will portray a "hero" sacrificing his life for his "heroine" in a film. In the world's eyes, he's a hero. In God's eyes, he's an ordinary man making an extraordinary sacrifice that every Christian who's committed to his spouse ought to make. Sacrificial, Committed Love is the rule, not the exception. We're not super-saints, we're not heroes when we're being faithful and committed to our mates. We're doing what God has called every husband and wife to do since the beginning of time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZLnAsJwu2I/AAAAAAAABEw/EMpAs9YgD9g/s1600-h/DLang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301553710406613858" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZLnAsJwu2I/AAAAAAAABEw/EMpAs9YgD9g/s320/DLang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c) 2002&lt;br /&gt;David Langerfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="mailto:dlangerfeld@HarrisburgBaptist.org" href="mailto:dlangerfeld@HarrisburgBaptist.org"&gt;dlangerfeld@HarrisburgBaptist.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.harrisburgonline.org/" href="http://www.harrisburgonline.org/"&gt;http://www.harrisburgonline.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permission to distribute this article via email or individual copies is automatically granted on the condition it will be used for non-commercial purposes and will not be sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2169968228365921663?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2169968228365921663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2169968228365921663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2169968228365921663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2169968228365921663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/special-love-story.html' title='A Special Love Story'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SZLnAsJwu2I/AAAAAAAABEw/EMpAs9YgD9g/s72-c/DLang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-5726540353354542181</id><published>2009-02-08T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:30:22.382-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Male assertiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A mild-mannered man was tired of being bossed around by his wife so he went to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist said he needed to build his self-esteem, and so gave him a book on assertiveness, which he read on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;He had finished the book by the time he reached his house.&lt;br /&gt;The man stormed into the house and walked up to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Pointing a finger in her face, he said, "From now on, I want you to know that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I expect a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then, after dinner, you're going to draw me my bath so I can relax.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm finished with my bath, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"&lt;br /&gt;"The funeral director," said his wife.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-5726540353354542181?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5726540353354542181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=5726540353354542181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5726540353354542181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5726540353354542181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/male-assertiveness.html' title='Male assertiveness'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1000372174284580089</id><published>2009-02-07T17:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:44:57.308-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>What the world has come to</title><content type='html'>Some guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old fridge, he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying: ‘Free to good home. You want it, you take it.’ For three days the fridge sat there without even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided that people were too un-trusting of this deal.&lt;br /&gt;It looked too good to be true, so he changed the sign to read: ‘Fridge for sale $50.’&lt;br /&gt;The next day someone stole it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this over at    &lt;a href="http://www.bloggled.com/blog/"&gt;www.bloggled.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1000372174284580089?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1000372174284580089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1000372174284580089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1000372174284580089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1000372174284580089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-world-has-come-to.html' title='What the world has come to'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-714465338418063556</id><published>2009-02-06T21:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:24:33.567-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SY0MVXXo-YI/AAAAAAAABEg/V0-AMwd8hEs/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299905897674897794" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SY0MVXXo-YI/AAAAAAAABEg/V0-AMwd8hEs/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; One of the many things I do is keep the e-mail address list up to date for my Sunday School class. If anything needs to be sent out to an individual or as a whole I can do it. Most of the time it is a prayer request. We have a really large ladies class &amp;amp; we consider ourselves Prayer Warriors. Prayer is something my whole class takes very much to heart. We know without a doubt that the Lord is who you turn to for the answer to any problem you could ever have. Of all the prayer request I send out, today's to my class was for my mother. Here is what it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SY0MVrQDm6I/AAAAAAAABEo/vB3cUSRc4UY/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299905903011797922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SY0MVrQDm6I/AAAAAAAABEo/vB3cUSRc4UY/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have sent prayer request for different people but now this one is mine.&lt;br /&gt;My mother (Catherine Adkins-64 years old) had been sick for a few days. She was thinking flu. She had a doctor’s appointment today. I have had my own prayer for some time that she along with my sister would give up smoking. The doctor informs her today if she does not that she will have to start breathing treatments. Her lungs after smoking for so long have become weak. My mother is now willing to lay her cigarettes on the altar &amp;amp; leave it to God to help her. Along with His help she thinks she can kick the habit. She has smoked for at least 48 years, give or take a few years of trying to kick it.&lt;br /&gt;Please put my mother in your prayers for her to be able to QUIT for good.&lt;br /&gt;My sister has yet to get a bad report but throw in a few words for my sister to be convicted to lay hers down.&lt;br /&gt;My mother’s husband (Homer Adkins) had also been sick so they made double appointments &amp;amp; he was seen also. He is prone to get pneumonia really easy but the doctor says it is just a cold. Stay in, take some meds &amp;amp; he should be feeling better in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you updated a little later on of her progress.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is blessing us with a beautiful weekend so that should help matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any words of encouragement my mother would love to have you e-mail her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Leave your words under my comment section &amp;amp; she will read them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-714465338418063556?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/714465338418063556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=714465338418063556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/714465338418063556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/714465338418063556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SY0MVXXo-YI/AAAAAAAABEg/V0-AMwd8hEs/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2420316200079224569</id><published>2009-02-06T10:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:17:34.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>The Elephant Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As an Alabama fan or Bama for short I had often wondered how the mascot of an elephant came about. While stalking blogs today one took me to the &lt;a href="http://www.rolltide.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bama site&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it nice for any questions you have you can find the answer at your fingertips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYxiItufvbI/AAAAAAAABEY/4OqqRA2_utI/s1600-h/bama_square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299718763361320370" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYxiItufvbI/AAAAAAAABEY/4OqqRA2_utI/s320/bama_square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rolltide.com/trads/elephant.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Elephant Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of how Alabama became associated with the "elephant" goes back to the 1930 season when Coach Wallace Wade had assembled a great football team.&lt;br /&gt;On October 8, 1930, sports writer Everett Strupper of the Atlanta Journal wrote a story of the Alabama-Mississippi game he had witnessed in Tuscaloosa four days earlier. Strupper wrote, "That Alabama team of 1930 is a typical Wade machine, powerful, big, tough, fast, aggressive, well-schooled in fundamentals, and the best blocking team for this early in the season that I have ever seen. When those big brutes hit you I mean you go down and stay down, often for an additional two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;"Coach Wade started his second team that was plenty big and they went right to their knitting scoring a touchdown in the first quarter against one of the best fighting small lines that I have seen. For Ole Miss was truly battling the big boys for every inch of ground.&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of the quarter, the earth started to tremble, there was a distant rumble that continued to grow. Some excited fan in the stands bellowed, 'Hold your horses, the elephants are coming,' and out stamped this Alabama varsity.&lt;br /&gt;"It was the first time that I had seen it and the size of the entire eleven nearly knocked me cold, men that I had seen play last year looking like they had nearly doubled in size."&lt;br /&gt;Strupper and other writers continued to refer to the Alabama linemen as "Red Elephants," the color referring to the crimson jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;The 1930 team posted an overall 10-0 record. It shut out eight opponents and allowed only 13 points all season while scoring 217. The "Red Elephants" rolled over Washington State 24-0 in the Rose Bowl and were declared National Champions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2420316200079224569?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2420316200079224569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2420316200079224569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2420316200079224569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2420316200079224569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/elephant-story.html' title='The Elephant Story'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYxiItufvbI/AAAAAAAABEY/4OqqRA2_utI/s72-c/bama_square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6382491834724804406</id><published>2009-02-05T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:15:06.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>National Signing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh how I love my talented family. My sister sent me an e-mail about her granddaughter. AKA my great-neice. We sure do have some talent running through our blood line. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our granddaughter, &lt;strong&gt;Hayley Alden&lt;/strong&gt;, was all over the news in South Bend today, along with many of her fellow players from Penn H.S., and signed to play soccer at Indiana State next fall.  We are really proud of her for her achievements especially this yr. She has been awarded sport and academic awards.&lt;br /&gt;Click on her name (about 6 down) and the video should come up on the right of your screen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow this link..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wndu.com/localnews/headlines/38899694.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;National Signing Day: A look at where local athletes are headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-6382491834724804406?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6382491834724804406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6382491834724804406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6382491834724804406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6382491834724804406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/national-signing-day.html' title='National Signing Day'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8422346488994978913</id><published>2009-02-05T19:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:49:12.208-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boys'/><title type='text'>Sickness &amp; Buses</title><content type='html'>I have gotten so far behind on the day to day stuff. I have a blog post setting in my draft folder. I need to get it out &amp;amp; post it about our....hold your breath......Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I have been home all day with a sick child. My youngest son has been bothered with sinus/allergy stuff for some time. We have gone to the doctor about it several times but then after awhile it is back. Just now he ran through the house full speed. But in the morning he will be deathly ill for school. I picked him up from school yesterday. I had bible study at church yesterday morning &amp;amp; errands to do to get ready for my kindergarten class at church last night. I was headed toward Wally World &amp;amp; caller ID on my cell phone showed the school. I should have known....sick. They thought it looked like PINK EYE. I went to get him, shot to Wally World real quick, got home, put medicine in him, got my lesson ready, went back to church &amp;amp; finally back home to rest &amp;amp; eat. In all this I wasn't being totally inconsiderate. It was not pink eye. I won't go in to nasty detail but all the signs were not there. He got up this morning &amp;amp; just the allergy stuff was there.&lt;br /&gt;On top of all the sick stuff today my oldest son did go to school. He rides the bus home in the afternoons. Well the time came &amp;amp; went for him to be home. OH NO was I suppose to pick him up from school late. I did it again. I need to write these things down. Just kidding I did not forget him. The bus was late. Finally after walking the floor &amp;amp; standing outside willing the bus to come it didn't. I called the bus garage &amp;amp; guess what...they close early. Does that make sense? Buses are running &amp;amp; the office closes. I left a somewhat angry message. I am sure no one calls me back. I called the school &amp;amp; they knew right off what I needed. The bus driver had become sick &amp;amp; they had to double up on a bus. It took him 2 hours past his regular time to get home. He came through the door at around 5:25 PM. School is out at 3:oo pm. I guess the reason I am so upset is I have been having several several problems with this route. It seems no one there wants to fix the problem. To beat it all the bus driver was not even familiar with the area &amp;amp; kept getting lost. She was taking directions from the students &amp;amp; they didn't even know where to go. Now wasn't that just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Well he is home safe &amp;amp; sound. My sickly child is off in the house watching cartoons probably on my unmade bed &amp;amp; I am about to go hunt for food in the pantry to feed them. Jeff is traveling this week so we have been on a very flexible schedule for meals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-8422346488994978913?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8422346488994978913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8422346488994978913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8422346488994978913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8422346488994978913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/sickness-buses.html' title='Sickness &amp; Buses'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8348718498797394326</id><published>2009-02-05T18:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:53:18.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ice at my mom's best friends house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuHz4QbqaI/AAAAAAAABEQ/jNja54dJTN0/s1600-h/HPIM0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299478711875905954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuHz4QbqaI/AAAAAAAABEQ/jNja54dJTN0/s320/HPIM0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuHzqD7EaI/AAAAAAAABEI/3cMkqTgq6uQ/s1600-h/HPIM0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299478708065341858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuHzqD7EaI/AAAAAAAABEI/3cMkqTgq6uQ/s320/HPIM0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother has a really good friend that lives in western Kentucky &amp;amp; they are one of the thousands of families that have been hit hard by the ice storms. Here are a few of the photo's that my mother sent me. On top of all this they have cattle back behind the house at the barn they still have to go out &amp;amp; feed daily. Some friends of theirs have a dairy across the road &amp;amp; I don't know how that is going since they have been without power for some time now. Here is a post of when my mother &amp;amp; I made a trip there awhile back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-loved.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUDY's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuG0FN1OyI/AAAAAAAABEA/om29SB6CH-c/s1600-h/HPIM0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299477615843031842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuG0FN1OyI/AAAAAAAABEA/om29SB6CH-c/s320/HPIM0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuG0KbCUZI/AAAAAAAABD4/EFdDw-ZkNig/s1600-h/IceAtJudys(4)2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299477617240592786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuG0KbCUZI/AAAAAAAABD4/EFdDw-ZkNig/s320/IceAtJudys(4)2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1457563863939560437-8348718498797394326?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8348718498797394326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8348718498797394326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8348718498797394326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8348718498797394326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-at-my-moms-best-friends-house.html' title='Ice at my mom&apos;s best friends house'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuHz4QbqaI/AAAAAAAABEQ/jNja54dJTN0/s72-c/HPIM0384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2207040389354902692</id><published>2009-02-05T18:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:29:53.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hometown'/><title type='text'>‘Little Deere’ loader apparently stolen</title><content type='html'>How to know you are from a small town.....&lt;br /&gt;You know when you open up your hometown paper (or go to the website) &amp;amp; most of the news involves your relatives. A little bit of good &amp;amp; a litttle bit of bad. This was about my Brother-in-law. Wouldn't you just love to know who took it &amp;amp; look them in the eyes &amp;amp; ask WHY? To steal right from a Baptist Association office.&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 other articles about it &amp;amp; one below the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://times-journal.com/story.lasso?ewcd=776bebcda75a83c4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Times Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theweeklypost.com/story.lasso?ewcd=5b4ed7e7523060bc"&gt;The Weekly Post &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuEGezF1AI/AAAAAAAABDw/t1NqDpJlCs8/s1600-h/tractor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299474633412957186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuEGezF1AI/AAAAAAAABDw/t1NqDpJlCs8/s320/tractor3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen this tractor?The Sand Mountain Baptist Association Disaster Relief Team recently had this tractor stolen off their premises. For more information on the theft, see this week's edition of The Weekly Post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Little Deere’ loader apparently stolen&lt;br /&gt;By Chasity Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedailysentinel.com/"&gt;The Daily Sentinel &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published February 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small tractor that has been used to help countless families in need has been stolen from the Sand Mountain Baptist Association.&lt;br /&gt;According to David Patty, Director of Missions for the Sand Mountain Baptist Association, the small John Deere tractor the association uses in disaster relief was stolen this past weekend from the Sand Mountain Baptist Associational Office under a garage.&lt;br /&gt;The trailer it was sitting on was also stolen. The association reported the theft to the Jackson County Sheriff's Office on Monday."Our disaster relief team has used 'little deere' all over the country to help people, and now someone has stolen it," Patty said.&lt;br /&gt;"It is a sad day indeed."The tractor is a John Deere compact tractor model 4100 with a front loader model 410.&lt;br /&gt;The front loader has been modified to aid in debris removal.&lt;br /&gt;The trailer is a 16 foot Lone Wolf flat bed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with information about the theft is asked to call the Jackson County Sheriff's Office at 574-2610.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2207040389354902692?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2207040389354902692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2207040389354902692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2207040389354902692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2207040389354902692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-deere-loader-apparently-stolen.html' title='‘Little Deere’ loader apparently stolen'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYuEGezF1AI/AAAAAAAABDw/t1NqDpJlCs8/s72-c/tractor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8788060520802195403</id><published>2009-02-05T17:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:56:25.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hometown'/><title type='text'>Update on my Uncle that was hurt on the job.</title><content type='html'>Lewis back at work after injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedailysentinel.com/contact.lasso?ewcd=c9a90e40b5fb214ebe14d7fc49d4e867d3fed1964ae21107b1f3eb33b539ae6a996de45f752236dd"&gt;By Dewayne Patterson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daily Sentinel&lt;br /&gt;Published February 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Larry Lewis, a deputy at the Jackson County Sheriff's Office, had never been out of work more than three days, other than vacation time, before December of last year.&lt;br /&gt;That changed on a Sunday night in Section on Dec. 21, 2008. That night, while directing traffic on Alabama Highway 35 as members of the Section Fire Department battled a structure fire, Lewis was struck by a vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;Lewis suffered two broken legs, a concussion, bruised sternum and several lacerations. Tuesday, Lewis, 54, was finally able to return to work, on restrictive duty, in the sheriff's office."I'm thrilled to death to be back," Lewis said. "I consider myself one of the luckiest people in the world not to be hurt any worse."&lt;br /&gt;Lewis spent two days in Huntsville Hospital before spending the next several weeks at home recuperating. He said he doesn't remember the accident."We're proud to have him back," said Chief Deputy Doyle York.&lt;br /&gt;"He'll be on limited duties for awhile, and hopefully be back to 100 percent in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;"Lewis, who has been employed with the sheriff's office since 2003, said one of the main reasons he was able to return to work was the many thoughts and prayers he received, in addition to the numerous phone calls from people checking on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-8788060520802195403?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8788060520802195403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8788060520802195403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8788060520802195403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8788060520802195403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-on-my-uncle-that-was-hurt-on-job.html' title='Update on my Uncle that was hurt on the job.'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6403670954754362632</id><published>2009-02-03T15:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:46:04.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>What really happened on the Hudson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYi6fEnW-YI/AAAAAAAABDo/usELwTllVJw/s1600-h/ON+THE+HUDSON.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298690004578924930" style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYi6fEnW-YI/AAAAAAAABDo/usELwTllVJw/s320/ON+THE+HUDSON.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;CLICK on picture for larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture I have seen circulating on blog sites &amp;amp; just received from my BIL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-6403670954754362632?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6403670954754362632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6403670954754362632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6403670954754362632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6403670954754362632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-really-happened-on-hudson.html' title='What really happened on the Hudson'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYi6fEnW-YI/AAAAAAAABDo/usELwTllVJw/s72-c/ON+THE+HUDSON.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2597518691391961863</id><published>2009-02-03T15:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:41:22.864-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Collection of apologies for not blogging</title><content type='html'>"I got promoted to an officer in my World of Crafts guild "&lt;br /&gt;"I've been honestly overwhelmed by trying to keep up with my two language courses"&lt;br /&gt;"I forgot my password..."&lt;br /&gt;"I've been busy shooting pictures of soccer teams."&lt;br /&gt;"I've been very depressed since Ginger died."&lt;br /&gt;"I was planning on working more on my Sims characters. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.....Just something I found while surfing blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2597518691391961863?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2597518691391961863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2597518691391961863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2597518691391961863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2597518691391961863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/collection-of-apologies-for-not.html' title='Collection of apologies for not blogging'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3415353643212651604</id><published>2009-02-03T15:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:23:53.990-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Flat tire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I had a flat tire on the highway. So I eased my car over to the shoulder of the road, carefully got out of the car and  opened the trunk.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took out 2 cardboard men, unfolded them and stood them at the rear  of my car facing oncoming traffic. They look so lifelike you wouldn't believe! They are in trench coats, exposing their nude bodies and private parts to the approaching drivers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started to change my tire, and to my surprise, cars started slowing down looking at my lifelike men.  And of course, traffic started  backing up. Everybody was tooting their horns and waving like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It wasn't long before the Highway Patrol  pulled up behind me. He got out of his car and started walking towards me.  I could tell he was not a happy camper!    "What's going on here?"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"My car has a flat tire," I said calmly.  "Well, what the heck are those obscene cardboard men doing here by the road?"  I couldn't believe that he didn't know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I told him,   "Hello-o-o-o-o-o, those are my emergency flashers!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3415353643212651604?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3415353643212651604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3415353643212651604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3415353643212651604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3415353643212651604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/flat-tire.html' title='Flat tire'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4655441724728216756</id><published>2009-02-03T13:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:25:18.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boys'/><title type='text'>Before I was a Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;, I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;, I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;, I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;, I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;, I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I was a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYim7lD8KzI/AAAAAAAABDg/rL0d1FjsGok/s1600-h/ChurchPhotokids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298668504092519218" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYim7lD8KzI/AAAAAAAABDg/rL0d1FjsGok/s320/ChurchPhotokids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My kids in a church photo a few years ago. They are now 22, 11 &amp;amp; 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4655441724728216756?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4655441724728216756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4655441724728216756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4655441724728216756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4655441724728216756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-i-was-mom.html' title='Before I was a Mom'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SYim7lD8KzI/AAAAAAAABDg/rL0d1FjsGok/s72-c/ChurchPhotokids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4670195984875030137</id><published>2009-02-03T08:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:00:44.870-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Some Crazy Conspiracy in Our Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT HERE IN OUR OWN COUNTRY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We Must Stop This Immediately! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have you noticed that stairs are getting steeper. Groceries are heavier.  And, everything is farther away. Yesterday I walked to the corner and I was dumbfounded to discover how long our street had become!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And, you know, people are less considerate now, especially the young ones.  They speak in whispers all the time!  If you ask them to speak up they just keep repeating themselves, endlessly mouthing the same silent message until they're red in the face!  What do they think I am, a lip reader? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I also think they are much younger than I was at the same age.  On the other hand, people my own age are so much older than I am.  I ran into an old friend the other day and she has aged so much that she didn't even recognize me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got to thinking about the poor dear while I was combing my hair this morning, and in doing so, I glanced at my own reflection. Well, REALLY NOW -even mirrors are not made the way they used to be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Another thing, everyone drives so fast these days!  You're risking life and limb if you happen to pull onto the freeway in front of them.  All I can say is, their brakes must wear out awfully fast, the way I see them screech and swerve in my rear view mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Clothing manufacturers are less civilized these days.  Why else would they suddenly start labeling a size 10 or 12 dress as 18 or 20?  Do they think no one notices? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The people who make bathroom scales are pulling the same prank.  Do they think I actually "believe" the number I see on that dial?  HA!  I would never let myself weigh that much!  Just who do these people think they're fooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'd like to call up someone in authority to report what's going on -- but the telephone company is in on the conspiracy too: they've printed the phone books in such small type that no one could ever find a number in there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All I can do is pass along this warning: WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unless something drastic happens, pretty soon everyone will have to suffer these awful indignities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE SO WE CAN GET THIS CONSPIRACY STOPPED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS: I am sending this to you in a larger font size, because something has happened to my computer's fonts - they are smaller than they once were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4670195984875030137?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4670195984875030137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4670195984875030137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4670195984875030137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4670195984875030137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-crazy-conspiracy-in-our-time.html' title='Some Crazy Conspiracy in Our Time'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4810008885239757244</id><published>2009-02-03T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:29:44.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>George and Moses</title><content type='html'>George W. Bush, in an airport lobby, noticed a man in a long flowing white robe with a long flowing white beard and flowing white hair. The man had a staff in one hand and some stone tablets under the other arm.&lt;br /&gt;George W. approached the man and inquired, "Aren't you Moses."&lt;br /&gt;The man ignored George W. and stared at the ceiling. George W. positioned himself more directly in the man's view and asked again, "Aren't you Moses". The man continued to peruse the ceiling. George W. tugged at the man's sleeve and asked once again, "Aren't you Moses". The man finally responded in an irritated voice, "Yes I am". George W. asked him why he was so uppity and the man replied, "The last time a bush spoke to me I ended up spending forty years in the wilderness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4810008885239757244?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4810008885239757244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4810008885239757244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4810008885239757244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4810008885239757244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/george-and-moses.html' title='George and Moses'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-891961866182043676</id><published>2009-01-24T20:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:35:30.280-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Facebook Addict</title><content type='html'>Katrina stands up slowly &amp;amp; says....My name is Katrina &amp;amp; I am a Facebook addict. Then she bows head in shame. While the whole time sitting next to all her friends at the same meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Katrina Potter Patty's Facebook profile" href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Katrina-Potter-Patty/828930522" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img alt="Katrina Potter Patty's Facebook profile" src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/828930522.1004.1122164813.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Katrina Potter Patty's Facebook profile" href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Katrina-Potter-Patty/828930522" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-891961866182043676?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/891961866182043676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=891961866182043676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/891961866182043676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/891961866182043676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/katrina-potter-pattys-facebook-profile.html' title='Facebook Addict'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2982488246314536815</id><published>2009-01-24T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:27:25.908-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>AN UPDATE TO THE NOTE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AN UPDATE TO THE NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Jones, I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit.  I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. &lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.  Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/always-check-your-childs-homework.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SEE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/always-check-your-childs-homework.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always Check your childs homework from my December post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2982488246314536815?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2982488246314536815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2982488246314536815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2982488246314536815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2982488246314536815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-to-note.html' title='AN UPDATE TO THE NOTE:'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4069738257179996753</id><published>2009-01-24T19:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:11:46.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>My name</title><content type='html'>I was playing on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook.com &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; had a pop up well.......pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sheknows.com/baby-names"&gt;SHEKNOWS Baby Name Meanings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would give this one a try. I don't beleive in this sort of thing. It reminds me of Fortune Tellers. Only the Lord knows how He will have your life go but it was fun to see if it matched me. This one I hope does. It sort of sounds like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"People with this name tend to be idealistic, highly immaginative, intuitive, and spiritual. They seek after spiritual truth and often find it. They tend to be visionary and may inspire others. If they fail to develop their potential, they may become dreamers, or misuse power."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4069738257179996753?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4069738257179996753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4069738257179996753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4069738257179996753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4069738257179996753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-name.html' title='My name'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2465970081992507999</id><published>2009-01-18T21:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:51:27.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>I Believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Birth Certificate shows that we were born&lt;br /&gt;A Death Certificate shows that we died&lt;br /&gt;Pictures show that we lived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a seat . . . Relax . . . And read this slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Believe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That just because two people argue,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It doesn't mean they do love each other.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life..&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It may be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;last time you see them..&lt;br /&gt;I Believe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That you can keep going long after you think you can't.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it needs to be done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That my best friend and I, can do anything, or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you're down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had and what you've learned from them and less to do with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That it isn't always enough, to be forgiven by others.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;I Believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They just make the most of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you God for all the wonderful people who help us throughout the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;journey of life...&lt;br /&gt;May Angels guard you and guide you .&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/1457563863939560437-2465970081992507999?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2465970081992507999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2465970081992507999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2465970081992507999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2465970081992507999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-believe.html' title='I Believe...'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-9206938924388834941</id><published>2009-01-17T18:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:10:32.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'>Playing on the computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXJ_3l-GfTI/AAAAAAAABCE/Opc34uVayCo/s1600-h/IHaveKids.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433105175870770" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXJ_3l-GfTI/AAAAAAAABCE/Opc34uVayCo/s320/IHaveKids.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXKANerUI9I/AAAAAAAABCU/3JGsg2AoNe0/s1600-h/EmbarrassingMyChildren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433481175147474" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXKANerUI9I/AAAAAAAABCU/3JGsg2AoNe0/s320/EmbarrassingMyChildren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXKANUiIyRI/AAAAAAAABCc/PBE2xQnSYmA/s1600-h/ILoveMyFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433478452300050" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXKANUiIyRI/AAAAAAAABCc/PBE2xQnSYmA/s320/ILoveMyFriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXKANhGslcI/AAAAAAAABCs/skb4PMRc47M/s1600-h/MyFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433481826866626" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXKANhGslcI/AAAAAAAABCs/skb4PMRc47M/s320/MyFriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXKANUaiYHI/AAAAAAAABCk/g_FKG9m5ag8/s1600-h/LifeIsGood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433478420422770" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXKANUaiYHI/AAAAAAAABCk/g_FKG9m5ag8/s320/LifeIsGood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXJ_3zrvNNI/AAAAAAAABCM/YHQhH-mutOE/s1600-h/IShootPeople.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292433108856943826" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXJ_3zrvNNI/AAAAAAAABCM/YHQhH-mutOE/s320/IShootPeople.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have become addicted to Facebook.com along with alot of my other friends.&lt;/div&gt;If you don't have a page you are missing all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my buttons I have.&lt;br /&gt;Look for me if you have a page.&lt;br /&gt;Katrina Potter Patty&lt;br /&gt;my network is Huntsville, AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-9206938924388834941?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9206938924388834941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=9206938924388834941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/9206938924388834941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/9206938924388834941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-on-computer.html' title='Playing on the computer'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SXJ_3l-GfTI/AAAAAAAABCE/Opc34uVayCo/s72-c/IHaveKids.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4474534323975961044</id><published>2009-01-15T20:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:46:09.235-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><title type='text'>Current Temp</title><content type='html'>Current Temp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tupelo, Mississippi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.7 °F&lt;br /&gt;Overcast sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a projected low tonight of 9° F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am sorry but for the South....THAT IS STINKING COLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is what my sister has in her front yard in Northern Indiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SW_z_YqzpwI/AAAAAAAABBU/wRZKlQojKZE/s1600-h/SnowJAN2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291716357462927106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SW_z_YqzpwI/AAAAAAAABBU/wRZKlQojKZE/s320/SnowJAN2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4474534323975961044?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4474534323975961044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4474534323975961044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4474534323975961044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4474534323975961044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-temp.html' title='Current Temp'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SW_z_YqzpwI/AAAAAAAABBU/wRZKlQojKZE/s72-c/SnowJAN2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4198216615102522234</id><published>2009-01-15T17:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:38:37.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>So wierd</title><content type='html'>As I was typing another post this came through my e-mail from a friend. She has not even seen my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it starts out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how much we complain in life we are truly blessed by GOD! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember all that the Lord has done for you! Have a blessed day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... is that not a God Stop Moment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4198216615102522234?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4198216615102522234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4198216615102522234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4198216615102522234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4198216615102522234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-wierd.html' title='So wierd'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7259740643725706153</id><published>2009-01-15T14:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:29:46.893-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>What a blessed life I have!</title><content type='html'>On my way dropping off the boys for school this morning I always listen to my favorite local radio station. Wizard 106 from Tupelo, MS. For the last couple of weeks they have been giving away tickets for the Brad Paisley concert in Southhaven. My daughter has been listening to every give away trying her best to win tickets.&lt;br /&gt;They ask the question....You may know Ricardo Montalban from his Fantasy Island role but &lt;em&gt;what was his character name in his Star Trek role&lt;/em&gt;? He also played in a couple of movies of Star Trek. I can't beleive I even remembered the name of the movie. I threw that in but that didn't get me anything extra.&lt;br /&gt;Well get to the point already!&lt;br /&gt;I won 2 tickets to the concert in SouthHaven along with his CD.&lt;br /&gt;The answer was Khan &amp;amp; it was &lt;a title="Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek_II:_The_Wrath_of_Khan"&gt;Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan&lt;/a&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;I am no Treky but I did pretty good. I immediately called Alicia to see if she was listening for tickets. She said yes but time has passed &amp;amp; they are about to announce the winner. I told her to turn the radio back up! She said but they already did it. I repeated turn the radio back up! All of a sudden a lady came on that called &amp;amp;  her answer was Darth Vader. WRONG. Then my sweet (cough cough)  strong southern accent came on. I had the answer. I am still in shock I won. Well Alicia said have fun but I told her I wasn't going. I was giving the tickets to her. She was so excited. They are getting ready to leave as I type. Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Now if that had of been &lt;a href="http://www.rodstewart.com/"&gt;Rod Stewart &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://tobykeith.musiccitynetworks.com/"&gt;Toby Keith &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.traceadkins.com/"&gt;Trace Adkins&lt;/a&gt;  I would not have given those tickets to my own mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7259740643725706153?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7259740643725706153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7259740643725706153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7259740643725706153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7259740643725706153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-blessed-life-i-have.html' title='What a blessed life I have!'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8510533689192276301</id><published>2009-01-12T10:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:56:47.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>40 Tips For A Better Life - 2009</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry I have not posted in a bit. I will have a post in the next day or so. I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;Here is something to get you by until then. A high school friend of mine I had gotten back in touch with awhile back sent me this.Thanks Selena for the real things we can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;It is the ultimate anti-depressant.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a DVR and tape your late night shows and get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement,&lt;br /&gt;'My purpose is to __________ today.'&lt;br /&gt;5. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Play more games and read more books than you did in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured IN plants.&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat blueberries, wild Alaskan salmon, broccoli, almonds, &amp;amp; walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;13. Clear clutter from your house, your car, your desk, and let new and flowing energy into your life.&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, OR issues of the past, negative thoughts, or things you cannot control. Instead, invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;15. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class, but the lessons you learn will last a l ifetime.&lt;br /&gt;16. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card.&lt;br /&gt;17. Smile and laugh more. It will keep the NEGATIVE BLUES away.&lt;br /&gt;18. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;26. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;27. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;28. REMEMBER, GOD heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;29. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;30. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;31. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful, or joyful .&lt;br /&gt;32. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;33. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;34. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up.&lt;br /&gt;35. Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;36. Call your family often. (Or e-mail them to death!)&lt;br /&gt;37. Each night before you go to bed, complete the following statements:&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for __________. Today I accomplished _________.&lt;br /&gt;38. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.&lt;br /&gt;39. Enjoy the ride. Remember this is not Disney World and you certainly don't want a fast pass. You only have one ride through life, so make the most of it and enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;40. Share this with those you care about. I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your troubles be less, May your blessings be more, May nothing but happiness come through your door!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-8510533689192276301?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8510533689192276301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8510533689192276301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8510533689192276301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8510533689192276301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/40-tips-for-better-life-2009.html' title='40 Tips For A Better Life - 2009'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1036599640426380704</id><published>2008-12-24T19:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:48:35.025-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Deputy recovering from injuries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thedailysentinel.com/"&gt;The Daily Sentinel &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailysentinel.com/"&gt;By Dewayne Patterson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published December 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Deputy Doyle York of the Jackson County Sheriff’s Office said Tuesday an injured deputy should be home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Deputy Larry Lewis is recovering from injuries suffered after being struck by a vehicle Sunday night in Section.&lt;br /&gt;According to Sheriff Dennis Miller, deputies from his office were directing traffic while the Section Fire Department answered a call nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Miller said a female driver came off a side street onto Highway 35 before striking Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t know if she panicked,” said Miller. “We don’t really know what happened yet.”&lt;br /&gt;York said state troopers are still investigating the incident. Though Miller is not releasing the driver’s name, he has said she had outstanding warrants on some misdemeanor charges in Marshall County, including driving with a suspended license.&lt;br /&gt;Lewis, who has been employed with the sheriff’s office since 2003, suffered two broken legs, injuries to his head, chest and rib areas, leaving him badly bruised with several cuts as well.&lt;br /&gt;He was transported to Huntsville Hospital Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;York said Lewis was expected to be released Tuesday from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re hoping he gets to come,” said York. “I talked to him today.&lt;br /&gt;He’s in good spirits and ready to get home.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1036599640426380704?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1036599640426380704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1036599640426380704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1036599640426380704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1036599640426380704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/deputy-recovering-from-injuries.html' title='Deputy recovering from injuries'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3933084772774210210</id><published>2008-12-23T14:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:51:36.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Update on Larry Paul</title><content type='html'>Got an e-mail from one of my many cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Called Huntsville Hospital and talked to Brenda. She says Larry Paul has been discharged and they are going home. This was about 1:00 today." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to know my Uncle. He is tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3933084772774210210?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3933084772774210210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3933084772774210210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3933084772774210210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3933084772774210210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/got-e-mail-from-one-of-my-many-cousins.html' title='Update on Larry Paul'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2853670407183333508</id><published>2008-12-23T12:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:10:47.623-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hometown'/><title type='text'>The paper article</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(Click for larger view)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVEpallDOHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_T9HLYG62mw/s1600-h/Wreck2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283049374623152242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVEpallDOHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_T9HLYG62mw/s400/Wreck2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2853670407183333508?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2853670407183333508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2853670407183333508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2853670407183333508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2853670407183333508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/paper-article.html' title='The paper article'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVEpallDOHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_T9HLYG62mw/s72-c/Wreck2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4623500761930243761</id><published>2008-12-22T23:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:04:25.173-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hometown'/><title type='text'>Pray for my Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB6jjta-nI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zEttHzT2I5k/s1600-h/Paul+2007-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282857114205354610" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB6jjta-nI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zEttHzT2I5k/s320/Paul+2007-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB-buk2TnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nhrPLBznxNA/s1600-h/SD531838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861377729744498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB-buk2TnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nhrPLBznxNA/s320/SD531838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My mother w/Larry Paul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a call from my mother this morning that my Uncle Larry Paul was taken to Huntsville Hospital. He is a police officer for Jackson County in my hometown. He was injured on the job last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what I heard he was directing traffic because of a house fire &amp;amp; a lady that grew impatient tried to go around to get away &amp;amp; hit him. She was wanted on some other charges so at the moment I believe she is sitting in the pokey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother said he busted the windshield out when he hit, it broke both his legs &amp;amp; it did something to his lungs. Everything seems to not be life threatening but it is serious. Alot of rehab ahead I imagine. I hope to see him this weekend. He is a special Uncle to me. My dad passed away a few months before I married. Larry Paul walked me down the aisle &amp;amp; gave me away. You never forget those things. Thanks Larry Paul. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB-byP8v4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/VOiSFXEaeuE/s1600-h/LarryPaulKatrina1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861378715828098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB-byP8v4I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/VOiSFXEaeuE/s320/LarryPaulKatrina1986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Way back when...1986)&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/1457563863939560437-4623500761930243761?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4623500761930243761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4623500761930243761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4623500761930243761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4623500761930243761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/pray-for-my-uncle.html' title='Pray for my Uncle'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB6jjta-nI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zEttHzT2I5k/s72-c/Paul+2007-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-118169879448274857</id><published>2008-12-22T23:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:28:58.013-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><title type='text'>My little Elves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am an eBayer &amp;amp; I went on &amp;amp; watched a few items. I ran across these &amp;amp; love they are vintage/old/used. They have history. It says they were bought at an estate auction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to get my little elves in. I may see if my daughter wants to start her tradition with my granddaughters using one of these. I don't mind telling you I only paid $17.50 for all 5 of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB0_XPAQeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/jFrAkQuq1Do/s1600-h/elves005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282850994823119330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB0_XPAQeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/jFrAkQuq1Do/s320/elves005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-118169879448274857?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/118169879448274857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=118169879448274857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/118169879448274857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/118169879448274857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-elves.html' title='My little Elves'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SVB0_XPAQeI/AAAAAAAAA-4/jFrAkQuq1Do/s72-c/elves005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2889591859809211603</id><published>2008-12-20T20:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:27:56.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sisters'/><title type='text'>My sister's elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How have I missed not knowing about this little thing? This is what my sister in Indiana sent me after my previous post about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU2pSDG_bHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8w9oxbXu1iA/s1600-h/ShelfElf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282064065512828018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU2pSDG_bHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8w9oxbXu1iA/s320/ShelfElf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thought you might like to see where I put my little elf this year. Usually I try to stick him somewhere, not so obvious, but try to be creative too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's just straddling the tough part of this plant stem! I just love him...you can't see but his leggings are the green stripe as his hat, and black boots."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2889591859809211603?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2889591859809211603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2889591859809211603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2889591859809211603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2889591859809211603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sisters-elf.html' title='My sister&apos;s elf'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU2pSDG_bHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8w9oxbXu1iA/s72-c/ShelfElf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3885504671873559305</id><published>2008-12-20T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:38:49.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU1yvT5W8wI/AAAAAAAAA-o/G97PPQJGha4/s1600-h/morningmouse.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282004095095730946" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU1yvT5W8wI/AAAAAAAAA-o/G97PPQJGha4/s320/morningmouse.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home today doing..................NOTHING. My sinuses are crazy. Stayed in bed really late. My hubby brought me some Tylenol to the bed when he got home from work. Hyped up on that right now. I hope I shake it by next weekend. Got to much to do between now &amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sitting on the couch watching TV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sniffle, cough, hack, saying oooooohhhhh, pity pity pity. I hate being sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3885504671873559305?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3885504671873559305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3885504671873559305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3885504671873559305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3885504671873559305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-home-today-doing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU1yvT5W8wI/AAAAAAAAA-o/G97PPQJGha4/s72-c/morningmouse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-3962675638176698381</id><published>2008-12-20T14:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:23:44.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Always Check your Childs homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU1VDe7kbXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qLlKRO1tsuA/s1600-h/HomeDepotJob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281971456306343282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU1VDe7kbXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qLlKRO1tsuA/s320/HomeDepotJob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At home the children were told to draw what their parents do for a living.&lt;br /&gt;After the work was sent home with a grade this was the note sent the&lt;br /&gt;next school day with 1st grader...Here is what the note said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Davis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is not a dance pole on stage in a strip joint!&lt;br /&gt;I work at Home Depot, ...that's me selling a shovel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mrs. Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AN UPDATE TO THE NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Mrs. Jones,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.&lt;br /&gt;I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit.  I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.&lt;br /&gt;From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs.  Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-3962675638176698381?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3962675638176698381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=3962675638176698381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3962675638176698381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/3962675638176698381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/always-check-your-childs-homework.html' title='Always Check your Childs homework'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SU1VDe7kbXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/qLlKRO1tsuA/s72-c/HomeDepotJob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7521400204140758003</id><published>2008-12-19T14:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:01:53.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The joy of old pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUwGdCUFSVI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Ufazr3U0-zo/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281603558905825618" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUwGdCUFSVI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Ufazr3U0-zo/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was snapped in my dad's studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has albums full of pictures of when we were growing up. Being a photographer's daughter can be that way. If my dad wasn't there mom had the camera. I guess that is why I always have a camera on me. My mom scans some every so often &amp;amp; sends them to me. About 5 minutes ago these popped in.&lt;br /&gt;I look &amp;amp; wonder...What happened to that little girl? Where is she? My answer is she is happily married, has the kids she always wanted &amp;amp; has a good life. She is still within the woman she is now. Every so often she makes an appearance in the company of good friends. She has special friends. Loves to laugh &amp;amp; have fun &amp;amp; believes she is proud of the woman she did become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUwGdcZgHdI/AAAAAAAAA-I/GGzNp1187z8/s1600-h/scan0001+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281603565907877330" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUwGdcZgHdI/AAAAAAAAA-I/GGzNp1187z8/s320/scan0001+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Pam &amp;amp; I. Gotta dig my red leather skirt. How about my sisters socks above her knee's? The babies breath we are holding in our hands used to grow along the ditch bank behind the house. It was the same ditch bank we used to have to go cut our own switches from. Not that I would know about that sort of thing. Do you know what a switch is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lot behind us is where the Scottsboro Sonic is located today. Before that it is where I played softball as a youth. Hardee's is &amp;amp; was across the road. It was Burger Chef then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUwGdwM-JDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ySFAgKq0Z_Y/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281603571224028210" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUwGdwM-JDI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ySFAgKq0Z_Y/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister &amp;amp; I. She had received her high school class ring &amp;amp; we were showing them both off. She was class of '85 &amp;amp; I was class of '82. Funny is I do not even remember this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks mom for the memories. I really mean that. &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/1457563863939560437-7521400204140758003?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7521400204140758003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7521400204140758003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7521400204140758003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7521400204140758003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/joy-of-old-pictures.html' title='The joy of old pictures'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUwGdCUFSVI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Ufazr3U0-zo/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8750036936985029341</id><published>2008-12-18T20:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:08:21.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>Elves watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had to go to my church Wednesday morning to make some copies for my M&amp;amp;M's class that night. While there I ran across a little surprise while I was on my way out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;See me previous post of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-traditions.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Christmas Traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; about the Shelf Elf. I just think this is just the cutest thing. The tradition not the elf. He is kind of freaky looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was at the door where all the little kids are picked up from day school. I told my boys while I was snapping a pictures &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes...I had my camera with me)&lt;/span&gt; I thought I seen him blink. Just funny to tell my big boys they better be good because elves are always watching from somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUsPfRap4sI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qCaiACoE44M/s1600-h/PhotoByKatrinaDecember2008+032-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281332017947599554" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUsPfRap4sI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qCaiACoE44M/s320/PhotoByKatrinaDecember2008+032-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUsPf-oDNQI/AAAAAAAAA94/Dml1W_JdB9g/s1600-h/PhotoByKatrinaDecember2008+033-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281332030083380482" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUsPf-oDNQI/AAAAAAAAA94/Dml1W_JdB9g/s320/PhotoByKatrinaDecember2008+033-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My daughter &amp;amp; I (with my granddaughter Abbi) went shopping today for Christmas presents. We hit a few stores &amp;amp; did get some gifts. Seems mostly for Abbi. Well honestly I am the grandma/nana. That's my duty. We stopped back by my house to drop off some things before I took them back home &amp;amp; I gave her the &lt;a href="http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-traditions.html"&gt;Christmas Pickle&lt;/a&gt; I had found for her. I found pickle ornaments at a local store here. Village Green on Main Street had them but when I asked if they had a spider they looked at me weird. Come on...you have a pickle &amp;amp; you think a spider is wierd. They were all sweet but it was funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1457563863939560437-8750036936985029341?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8750036936985029341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8750036936985029341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8750036936985029341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8750036936985029341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/elves-watching.html' title='Elves watching'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUsPfRap4sI/AAAAAAAAA9w/qCaiACoE44M/s72-c/PhotoByKatrinaDecember2008+032-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8949625219895356207</id><published>2008-12-18T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:19:15.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><title type='text'>M&amp;M's tonight</title><content type='html'>For our M&amp;amp;M's (Music &amp;amp; Missions) class tonight at church we had a party before we break for Jesus' birthday. All the kindergarteners had a great time. Double chocolate chip cookie, chips, grapes &amp;amp; drink. We had a great time. Since I do the mission &amp;amp; craft part I had little coloring books made for them to take home &amp;amp; bracelets that said Happy Birthday Jesus on them. We ate, talked, laughed &amp;amp; Kathy the one who leads the Music part shared her Nativity barn with them that her father made for her many many many years ago with some figures she has. She read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crippled-Lamb-Board-Book/dp/0849975026"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Crippled Lamb&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to them. A touching story about a disabled lamb who finds he has a special purpose and place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUnoKV-94WI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SAUkwExB4GQ/s1600-h/HappyBirthdayJesusDec2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281007302466199906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUnoKV-94WI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SAUkwExB4GQ/s320/HappyBirthdayJesusDec2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281009778481744706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUnqad3Ey0I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/AvnxTiQTNCQ/s320/HappyBirthdayJesusDec2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank you Lord for such sweet people you put in my life that love you &amp;amp; honor you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-8949625219895356207?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8949625219895356207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8949625219895356207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8949625219895356207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8949625219895356207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-tonight.html' title='M&amp;M&apos;s tonight'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUnoKV-94WI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/SAUkwExB4GQ/s72-c/HappyBirthdayJesusDec2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1665889726358396542</id><published>2008-12-17T23:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:02:54.034-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boys'/><title type='text'>Scouts this past Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past Monday was a pack meeting for our Cub Scouts at church. My Tigers had been working hard to earn their Tiger Cub emblem/badge. If you know what it is you know what you have to do. If you don't... well being a new scout (Tiger rank) you have to start out learning the Scout Motto, the Scout Salute &amp;amp; Scout Sign. We also did our Cub Scout promise in front of everyone. It may seem so simple to the older scouts but this is a great accomplishment for 1st graders. My Tigers are so smart. Once they were shown the first time they had no problems. Just like little soldiers. We actually earned it a few weeks ago but really wanted to have the ceremony at the pack meet. It is a parent thing. Photo opportunity. Show off what we know to the older boys. Now that we have the badge we can start earning beads to attach to it. Working out of the book earns you those. Next pack meeting in January we will have several boys earning several beads. 8 of my 12 are in the ceremony. 4 couldn't make it that night.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest son is already a Webelo II rank &amp;amp; it seems like it was forever ago he was a Tiger. He will cross over to an official Boy Scout at the end of the school year. It slips by quick. I have a really great group of boys. I have included some pics of my Tigers. No names for privacy reason's, except my sons though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280999086699574194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUngsH3j87I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Ru5zw-F6sqI/s320/PackMeetingDecember2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris (Webelo II (my son) receiving a pin for his uniform from his Scout leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280999065761241474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUngq53eWYI/AAAAAAAAA8o/dNjYXsXGTxk/s320/PackMeetingDecember2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me showing the Tiger Emblem of what we had been working on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280999093684538434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUngsh46DEI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ACSog97D-ZY/s320/PackMeetingDecember2008+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Tigers growling!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My son Matthew is the 3rd scout from the left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280999079588112498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUngrtYDqHI/AAAAAAAAA84/83VXkNUtfyA/s320/PackMeetingDecember2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cub Scout salute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280999074898332514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUngrb57S2I/AAAAAAAAA8w/iB1A6oxx5e0/s320/PackMeetingDecember2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cub Scout sign&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Something comes to mind. While selling Scout popcorn at Sam's one day some of our Tigers asked someone  if they would like to buy some..... his answer was "He didn't recognize the Boy Scouts of America!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What the...........?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What part could he not agree with.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 10 purposes of Cub Scouting are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Character Development&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Growth&lt;br /&gt;Good Citizenship&lt;br /&gt;Sportsmanship and Fitness&lt;br /&gt;Family Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Respectful Relationships&lt;br /&gt;Personal Achievement&lt;br /&gt;Friendly Service&lt;br /&gt;Fun and Adventure&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for Boy Scouts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cub Scouting's 12 Core Values&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizenship&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;Cooperation&lt;br /&gt;Courage&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Health and fitness&lt;br /&gt;Honesty&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance&lt;br /&gt;Positive attitude&lt;br /&gt;Resourcefulness&lt;br /&gt;Respect&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cub Scouting colors are blue and gold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They have special meaning, which will help boys see beyond the fun of Cub Scouting to its ultimate goals.&lt;br /&gt;The blue stands for truth and spirituality, steadfast loyalty, and the sky above.&lt;br /&gt;The gold stands for warm sunlight, good cheer, and happiness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry I will get off my band wagon now. Just could never understand narrow minded people. Did it phase me? No. I am still the Tiger leader for now. I wished he had not said something like that but he did, it is over &amp;amp; life goes on. The boys never gave it a second thought.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1665889726358396542?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1665889726358396542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1665889726358396542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1665889726358396542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1665889726358396542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/scouts-this-past-monday.html' title='Scouts this past Monday'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUngsH3j87I/AAAAAAAAA9A/Ru5zw-F6sqI/s72-c/PackMeetingDecember2008+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-8164458732020639228</id><published>2008-12-16T22:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:04:46.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boys'/><title type='text'>Fallen off the earth</title><content type='html'>No! Not me. I have been asked though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not hiding out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not been sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not gone in the witness protection program!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just been really busy. I wish I could in a couple of lines catch you up on everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a taste of our weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620065712695602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUiH-Mqa6TI/AAAAAAAAA8g/KT1pLYLhwaE/s320/Christmas2008-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-8164458732020639228?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8164458732020639228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=8164458732020639228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8164458732020639228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/8164458732020639228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/fallen-off-earth.html' title='Fallen off the earth'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SUiH-Mqa6TI/AAAAAAAAA8g/KT1pLYLhwaE/s72-c/Christmas2008-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4398970011794330699</id><published>2008-12-12T10:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:44:12.817-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tradition's</title><content type='html'>What are your Christmas Tradition's at your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was really up to date on about all of them but since this past Monday I have been let in on a few. I had lunch at a friends house &amp;amp; on her tree was a spider. Yes a fake spider. What does that have to do with Christmas? Well my answer is "Everything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of any of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Pickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Shelf Elf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Comb &amp;amp; Pocket Watch Chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a couple of spider brooch pins to use. This time of year you can't really find spiders. I did go on eBay &amp;amp; found some. They arrive any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Christmas Spider Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On Christmas Eve, a long time ago, a gentle mother was busily cleaning the house for the most wonderful day of the year... Christmas day, the day on which the little Christ child came to bless the house. Not a speck of dust was left. Even the spiders had been banished from their cozy corner on the ceiling. They had fled to the farthest corner of the attic. &lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree was beautifully decorated. The poor spiders were frantic, for they could not see the tree, nor be present for the little Christ child's visit. Then the oldest and wisest spider suggested that perhaps they could wait until everyone went to bed and then get a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;When the house was dark and silent, the spiders crept out of their hiding place. When they neared the Christmas tree, they were delighted with the beauty of it. The spiders crept all over the tree, up and down, over the branches and twigs and saw every one of the pretty things.&lt;br /&gt;The spiders loved the Christmas tree. All night long they danced in the branches, leaving them covered with spider webs. In the morning, when the little Christ child came to bless the house, he was dismayed! He loved the little spiders for they were God's creatures, but he knew the mother, who had worked so hard to make everything perfect, would not be pleased when she saw what the spiders had done.&lt;br /&gt;With love in his heart and a smile on his lips, the little Christ child reached out and gently touched the spider webs. The spider webs started to sparkle and shine! They had all turned into sparkling, shimmering silver and gold.&lt;br /&gt;According to legend, ever since this happened, people have hung tinsel on their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas trees. It has also become a custom to include a spider among the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decorations on the Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My moral of the story is that everything does not need to be perfect &amp;amp; to remember the little things make Christmas special &amp;amp; pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Christmas Spider&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A warm silken web &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A child to enfold, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was spun by a spider &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a stable so cold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In thanks for the warmth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For her shivering Babe, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between Mary and the spider &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A promise was made: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Good fortune will follow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All those who can see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Spider on the eve&lt;br /&gt;before Christmas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On their Christmas tree." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Pickle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lower was born in Bavaria in 1842.  He left Germany with his family and emigrated to the United States.  While fighting in the American Civil War, John Lower was captured and sent to a prison in Andersonville, Georgia.  He soon fell to poor health given the poor conditions of the prison.  Starving, he begged of a guard for just one pickle before resigning to his death.  The guard, taking pity on him, found and gave John Lower a pickle.  Lower family lore yields John's testimony that the pickle, by the grace of God, gave him the mental and physical strength to live on.  After being reunited with his family he began the tradition of hiding a pickle on the Christmas tree.  Hence, the first person who found the pickle on Christmas morning would be blessed with a year of good fortune... and a special gift, just as John Lower had experienced!&lt;br /&gt;If a family could not afford an extra gift, the lucky finder of the pickle was rewarded by being the first to open a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Germany,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the last decoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;placed on the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;was always a pickle... carefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hidden deep in the boughs.  Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;has it that the observant child who found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it on Christmas Day was blessed with a year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;of good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;fortune...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Shelf Elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This one could tend to freak some kids out but it is such a cute idea. My kids are a little old for it now but I would still love to find one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Elf on the Shelf: A Christmas Tradition™ is an activity the entire family will enjoy. Based on the tradition Carol Aebersold began with her family in the 1970s, this cleverly rhymed children's book explains that Santa knows who is naughty and/or nice because he sends a scout elf to every home. During the holiday season, the elf watches children by day and reports to Santa each night. When children awake, the elf has returned from the North Pole and can be found hiding in a different location. This activity allows The Elf on the Shelf to become a delightful hide-and-seek game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; another version&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is a fun new tradition you can start in your home. Elf on the Shelf is a little elf doll that reports directly to Santa Claus. Kids can tell the elf their Christmas wishes. They may also want to be on their very best behavior as the Elf on the Shelf has Santa's ear. Some children also like to name their elf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Place the little elf around your home during the weeks before Christmas. During the holidays the elf watches children carefully during the day. At night when the kids are sleeping the elf magically returns to the North Pole to report to Santa Claus. In the morning the elf appears in a new place which offers a daily hide-and-seek ritual for kids. Kids will love trying to locate the elf's new location each morning.&lt;br /&gt;Elf on the Shelf is based on a tradition Carol Aebersold began with her family in the 1970s. This cleverly rhymed children's book explains that Santa knows who is naughty and/or nice because he sends a scout elf to every home. During the holiday season, the Elf on the shelf watches children by day and reports to Santa each night. When children awake, the Elf on the shelf has returned from the North Pole and can be found hiding in a different location. This activity allows The Elf on the Shelf to become a delightful hide-and-seek game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Comb &amp;amp; Pocket Watch Chain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A friend of mine had these two things hanging from her tree. It reminds you of the sacrifices that you make in life. Such a great story. Get a tissue ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Della are a husband and wife living in a rented room in New York. They are quite poor and recently Jim has had his salary cut back to only $20 a week from the $30 a week he used to make. After rent and groceries, the couple hardly have any money left.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is only a day away and, for a Christmas present, Della wants to buy Jim a gold watch chain for his gold watch. They do not have much to be proud or happy about, but Jim is very proud of that watch. And Della? Della is most proud of her beautiful long hair. But she really wants to buy that gold chain for Jim's watch. Too bad she only has $1.87. So, she decides to sell her hair to a woman who makes wigs and other hair articles. The woman pays Della $20 for her hair. The chain costs $21, so she now has enough money. She buys the chain to give to Jim. She goes home and prepares Jim's dinner and waits for him to come home, a little bit worried that Jim will be shocked when he sees her with all her beautiful hair cut off.&lt;br /&gt;When Jim comes home, he does look shocked when he sees Della with short hair. He stares at her in a strange way and it scares her. She explains to Jim how she sold her hair to buy him a nice Christmas present. Jim tells her not to worry and that nothing can change his love for her. The reason he is shocked to see her without her long hair is that he also wanted to get a nice Christmas present for Della. He gives her the present wrapped in paper and Della unwraps it to see that Jim had bought her a set of beautiful combs for her hair.&lt;br /&gt;She had seen them in a shop before, but they were so expensive. How was Jim able to afford them? Suddenly, she remembers Jim's present. She gives him the gold chain. The chain is beautiful, but when Della asks Jim to put it on his watch, Jim surprises her. He sold the watch to buy her those nice combs.&lt;br /&gt;Were they both foolish to sell their favorite possessions? O. Henry tells us that, no, they were wise. They were wise because they had each sacrificed their most valuable possessions for the person they loved. They were like the three wise men — the Magi — who brought presents for Jesus Christ after he was born. Keep in mind, that this is why Christians still give presents on Christmas Day: to remember the gifts the Magi brought Christ on that very first Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4398970011794330699?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4398970011794330699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4398970011794330699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4398970011794330699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4398970011794330699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Tradition&apos;s'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4741488067940613831</id><published>2008-12-05T08:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:42:00.305-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>Let's Say Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1024.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314901635659682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/STk8cqsX96I/AAAAAAAAAyo/_LItocMnCAU/s320/BannerNew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something cool that Xerox is doing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you go to this web site, &lt;a title="http://www.letssaythanks.com/" href="http://www.letssaythanks.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.LetsSayThanks.com&lt;/a&gt; you can pick out a thank you card and Xerox will print it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving in Iraq . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't pick out who gets it, but it will go to a member of the armed services. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How AMAZING it would be if we could get everyone we know to send one!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a great site.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please send a card.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is FREE and it only takes a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-4741488067940613831?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4741488067940613831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4741488067940613831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4741488067940613831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4741488067940613831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-say-thanks.html' title='Let&apos;s Say Thanks'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/STk8cqsX96I/AAAAAAAAAyo/_LItocMnCAU/s72-c/BannerNew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-5393745109202433109</id><published>2008-11-22T14:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:08:03.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>MeMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found this at my neice's site of &lt;a href="http://shortybearsplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denise's blog &lt;/a&gt;and thought it would be fun to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; the things you’ve done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain (actually hiked up a mountain)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang/played a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Made a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Gotten a speeding ticket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you decide to do this on your blog, let me know so I can come over and see what you've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-5393745109202433109?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5393745109202433109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=5393745109202433109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5393745109202433109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/5393745109202433109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/meme.html' title='MeMe'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-6401504878360916157</id><published>2008-11-18T08:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:43:58.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Shoeboxes &amp; Scouts &amp; Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270236683199456258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSOkVyhWJAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4AnpAxM7GsM/s320/OCCCollectionCenter2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSOkimRyoAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rzSC5sk59jI/s1600-h/OCCCollectionCenter2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270236903251288066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSOkimRyoAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rzSC5sk59jI/s320/OCCCollectionCenter2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday started off the Collection Center in Tupelo for Operation Christmas Child. We all have such a great time together talking, laughing &amp;amp; packing boxes. The table &amp;amp; floor is what 2 churches brought in. The boxes are starting to come in. Today was to be a slow day so a couple of us took it as an off day. I did go by to drop off some things (drinks &amp;amp; snacks for the rest of the week) &amp;amp; found out we are running low on cartons. Pat (regional coordinator) started calling around &amp;amp; a box company was gracious enough to donate some cartons to us to pack shoeboxes in. That will be a lifesaver. I ran &amp;amp; picked those up &amp;amp; headed to Wally World after to finish getting things for my dinner for the China guest. While out 3 people mentioned to me they seem us/me on the news. No--- no one was arrested, shot or drug deal gone bad stuff. It was OCChild getting the attention it deserves. I didn't get to watch the news so I didn't get to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday night (last night) the Boy Scouts at church hosted the Cub Scouts at church to come outside &amp;amp; join them in activities. We had a nice camp fire but it was so cold outside. I am sitting here now clearing my throat because of it being sore. It was so cold. Did I mention that it was really cold? Jeff &amp;amp; Chris left earlier to go to a store &amp;amp; get some hunting stuff. Here is what Chris got. Minus the scout pants he still has on from earlier. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270236174374851266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSOj4LAG0sI/AAAAAAAAAxA/U-PyAbJBDVY/s320/HuntingGearNov2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I am about to go to bed so I will finish it with a picture of hubby &amp;amp; myself with our dinner guest on their way to the door. We had such a great time. We talked about kids, husbands, wives, family, jobs, &amp;amp; cultures. Poor Jennifer sat &amp;amp; listened &amp;amp; did not understand a thing. I did have the guys translate some things but I believe they got sick of that after a bit. We had so much fun. Of all places to make a picture was a worst room in the house. The boys playroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270239746274686818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSOnIFXY92I/AAAAAAAAAxY/1aEiLmugdXw/s320/DinnerNov2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jeff, Ken, Toby, Jennifer, myself&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/1457563863939560437-6401504878360916157?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6401504878360916157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=6401504878360916157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6401504878360916157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/6401504878360916157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/shoeboxes-scouts-dinner.html' title='Shoeboxes &amp; Scouts &amp; Dinner'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSOkVyhWJAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4AnpAxM7GsM/s72-c/OCCCollectionCenter2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-4386592800333720546</id><published>2008-11-18T08:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:55:59.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>From God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSLWhm7advI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dVgWo42LikE/s1600-h/BeStillAndKnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270010386850674418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSLWhm7advI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dVgWo42LikE/s320/BeStillAndKnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To: YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Date: TODAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From: GOD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sub ject : YOURSELF &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reference: LIFE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I will be handling all of your problems for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do NOT need your help. So, have a nice day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. And, remember... If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will get to it in MY TIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, you have a nice day...God&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/1457563863939560437-4386592800333720546?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4386592800333720546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=4386592800333720546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4386592800333720546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/4386592800333720546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-god.html' title='From God'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSLWhm7advI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dVgWo42LikE/s72-c/BeStillAndKnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2874848620485171534</id><published>2008-11-17T15:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:45:50.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Smile for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSHlvgDnLXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yb1p6qLguFY/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269745643221888370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSHlvgDnLXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yb1p6qLguFY/s400/Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSHlPo1qZXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/cFTwLsvULr4/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2874848620485171534?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2874848620485171534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2874848620485171534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2874848620485171534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2874848620485171534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile-for-you.html' title='Smile for you'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSHlvgDnLXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yb1p6qLguFY/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1729942729702066019</id><published>2008-11-15T21:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:10:15.087-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo By Katrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deerfield Point'/><title type='text'>China guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does a Southern guy do on the day after opening day of deer season for youth's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take your son deer hunting of course. After church today my hubby got a call from a friend that said the deer were on the move in the afternoon because of the warm afternoons. Hubby &amp;amp; Chris threw on some hunting stuff grabbed a gun &amp;amp; hit the door running for our land. Chris (11 years old) has been wanting to kill his first deer so bad. No luck last year. Matthew (7 years old) just is not to interested just yet. He &amp;amp; I took the time to stay home &amp;amp; stay warm. I cut labels to use at the collection center tomorrow for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OCC&lt;/span&gt;. Matthew watched TV &amp;amp; played out in the playroom. Such a peaceful Sunday afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby called around 5:00pm. They were leaving the land. No deer in site. No deer roast yet. They did however bring home food. They brought home a hot &amp;amp; ready pizza from Little Caesars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for my title of "China Guest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff has had a few of his Chinese people from China in the past couple of weeks. They come here once every 18 months or so. Jeff is with Ashley Furniture. (NO-He can not get you cheap furniture. NO-He can not get you a job) They wanted to experience some southern culture while they are here. &lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; we took them to &lt;a href="http://deerfieldpoint.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just for that. Hubby had gotten a big 4 wheeler from a friend &amp;amp; took both the boys 90cc 4 wheelers. He took a couple of guns for target practice, rubber boots to hike down the trail &amp;amp; fishing rods to catch some bass. They seemed to have had a great time. When we were getting ready to leave we went to a little store up the road on HWY 15 to have BBQ (lunch, 午饭 wǔfàn or zhōngfàn). It is called Pam's Place. Stop by for great BBQ. It is cooked right out front in a barrel &amp;amp; they thought that was really something. Toby &amp;amp; Ken speak pretty good English. Jennifer does not speak any. Her being around me had to be a hoot. I just talked &amp;amp; talked. I had the guys tell her some things but as women we have our communication. I had looked up a 4 page list of things to say or rather have her look at the paper &amp;amp; point to the words.....It did not help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDnRTTPKDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/cl1wYAiCZCI/s1600-h/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465848448231474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDnRTTPKDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/cl1wYAiCZCI/s320/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jennifer using Chris' little 22 Henry. Our lake in the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDnQmmPQNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/z_mzPEKw0Us/s1600-h/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465836448334034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDnQmmPQNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/z_mzPEKw0Us/s320/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jennifer &amp;amp; me/I (Yes-it was dang cold)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDop2wuzTI/AAAAAAAAAvY/gdnKCaQ7GxI/s1600-h/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269467369795669298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDop2wuzTI/AAAAAAAAAvY/gdnKCaQ7GxI/s320/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jennifer, Toby &amp;amp; Ken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDnQNhEwjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/OflvksflTDE/s1600-h/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465829715788338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDnQNhEwjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/OflvksflTDE/s320/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toby, Jennifer, Ken &amp;amp; Hubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDqOMwUj_I/AAAAAAAAAvw/e7eeZ5xbv6E/s1600-h/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269469093686448114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDqOMwUj_I/AAAAAAAAAvw/e7eeZ5xbv6E/s320/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toby &amp;amp; Ken riding on the back of the truck coming out&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDoqGsggdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/6XUdEdwTfRE/s1600-h/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269467374072922578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDoqGsggdI/AAAAAAAAAvg/6XUdEdwTfRE/s320/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loading up to go eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDqN4nUd9I/AAAAAAAAAvo/2d_pujvRkAs/s1600-h/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269469088279984082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDqN4nUd9I/AAAAAAAAAvo/2d_pujvRkAs/s320/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loading up the 4 wheelers to go eat BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our guest are due to go back at the end of this week. They have been staying in a local hotel. We will be having them as dinner guest Tuesday. I look forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entertaining such wonderful friends from another culture&lt;/span&gt;. You learn so much.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye (informal)-- &lt;br /&gt;拜拜。 Bai-bai (Byebye) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless you--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yi bai sui&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/1457563863939560437-1729942729702066019?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1729942729702066019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1729942729702066019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1729942729702066019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1729942729702066019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/china-guest.html' title='China guest'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SSDnRTTPKDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/cl1wYAiCZCI/s72-c/60AcresChinaGuestNovember2008+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-2756943390642084984</id><published>2008-11-15T18:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:03:54.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Into the week</title><content type='html'>So much goes on in the week. Not just loading shoeboxes &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; but one of my son's had a check-up Monday with his Ear Nose &amp;amp; Throat doctor. Several weeks ago he had some tiny knots show up in his neck. A parents worst fear. Well after a good thorough exam the doctor seen no real concern. None of the things are present that made him all to concerned. As a parent we still question ourself but I had to trust the doctor &amp;amp; the Lord to watch over my son. Now for the family that follows my blog...Guess which child it is that has given me the concern?.........You have it! Matthew....he does not do anything simple. After all of this it seems to be allergies. He was constantly clearing his throat. We thought it to be habit but it seems to be something else now. He is on a nose spray &amp;amp; pill at night &amp;amp; it has made a big difference. Had to get from the appointment to school &amp;amp; pick up Chris from Chess Club, get home, take a breath, eat a bite &amp;amp; get out the door for scouts. Just a normal Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a bible study at the moment on &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday &lt;/strong&gt;mornings. My SSClass teacher is leading something she has written. Forgiveness. We have done this in class but she has added some to it &amp;amp; put it as a Bible Study. I wish everyone could have the teacher I have. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry K but it is the truth.)&lt;/span&gt; Next week is the last week of it &amp;amp; it seems to come to fast.&lt;br /&gt;Chris had a science project due the next day &amp;amp; after church that night we had to hit it hard. It turned out pretty good. It should after buying a hundred dollars of supplies from Hobby Lobby. It is a Decidious Forest. Can't you just tell? Click on the picture &amp;amp; find the deer eating apples from the orchard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR-BVaSVzZI/AAAAAAAAAuw/4zkUD30_-hw/s1600-h/ChrisScienceProjectNov2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269072293880253842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR-BVaSVzZI/AAAAAAAAAuw/4zkUD30_-hw/s320/ChrisScienceProjectNov2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; came &amp;amp; this week my church has a ministry that we got involved in a couple of years ago. It is called Courthouse Ministry. We have the entire week from 9 am to noon each day that we serve coffee &amp;amp; cookies to the people that are waiting for the judge &amp;amp; their lawyers on the second floor. The cookie dough is donated &amp;amp; our kitchen staff cooks them up fresh each morning for us to pick up before we go. Me &amp;amp; another lady from church have to find at least 10 volunteers each time our week rolls around every 3 months. Most churches have stopped doing the ministry so our time rolls around alot more. If you have ever tried to fill volunteer positions then you know it is probably easier asking for a kidney than their time. Sorry but its the truth. So sad to see alot of the cases that come in. People waiting seem to have their nerves shot just a tad. Talking with them, giving them a cup of coffee &amp;amp; a cookie &amp;amp; sharing Christ with them seems to put them a bit more comfortable. Anyone who knows me knows I can talk. I once carried on a lenghty phone conversation with an information operator. She was quite nice. My husband was not shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of talking- I talked to one of my sisters Thursday night for 134.02 minutes. That was a short conversation. She has taken a 2nd job so she works all the time now. Don't really know much we talked about, just life is all. Something special is shared between sisters. I have wanted to choke her sometimes &amp;amp; she me but in the end we are always sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;---Had another date night. My church has once a month Parents Night Out. We take full advantage to have the time together. Couples need that. The boys had fun. They had scheduled a guy to come in &amp;amp; do little tricks &amp;amp; balloon art. Matthew loved the balloon dogs. It popped within an hour of being home. What a surprise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-2756943390642084984?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2756943390642084984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=2756943390642084984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2756943390642084984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/2756943390642084984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/into-week.html' title='Into the week'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR-BVaSVzZI/AAAAAAAAAuw/4zkUD30_-hw/s72-c/ChrisScienceProjectNov2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1417358564800302471</id><published>2008-11-15T16:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:05:01.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Boy this day to day stuff on a blog is alot of work. I hate so much I do not get to share my day to day things. In just one week I have been so busy with things. I really want to share the really important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important was one week ago. Jeff &amp;amp; I celebrated our 22nd wedding anniversary. The first picture of us is on our wedding rehearsal day. Alot thinner &amp;amp; alot younger. Hard to believe 22 years later. Alicia (our daughter) came over with her husband &amp;amp; our granddaughter &amp;amp; stayed with the boys while we went out to eat &amp;amp; to a movie. Felt nice not having to rush back to a sitter. Still though the wild &amp;amp; crazy couple we are....... made it back in by 10:30 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9VWTmevdI/AAAAAAAAAuI/f1wXHef9kEg/s1600-h/Nov86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269023930753924562" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9VWTmevdI/AAAAAAAAAuI/f1wXHef9kEg/s320/Nov86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9VXNM7c4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4DnEhcj8wwU/s1600-h/22ndAnniversary+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269023946216010626" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9VXNM7c4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4DnEhcj8wwU/s320/22ndAnniversary+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9VXNM7c4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4DnEhcj8wwU/s1600-h/22ndAnniversary+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday at our church we had our Operation Christmas Child Shoebox dedication. It went really well. At last count we had up to 485. Boxes are still coming into church for the people that did not get to make dedication night. I believe our count should go over 5oo total. Our Minister of Music &amp;amp; his wife was over the program &amp;amp; ask if I would want to say anything. At first I said no but the more I thought about it I changed my mind. I guess I thought it may be rude not to at least thank people for all they did. I was so nervous I thought I would be sick. I am used to being behind the scenes &amp;amp; not right out in front of everyone. Monday I ran by the warehouse that we will be using as the Collection Center to be collecting all the boxes. I picked up some cartons to load all our boxes into. We have a great staff at church &amp;amp; they have already took all our full cartons to the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9bM2TBNcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P1xemF-1QLo/s1600-h/OCCDedication2008HBC+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269030365338613186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9bM2TBNcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P1xemF-1QLo/s320/OCCDedication2008HBC+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9bNkjDRFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nfD4J4TRU1Y/s1600-h/OCCDedication2008HBC+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269030377753887826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9bNkjDRFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nfD4J4TRU1Y/s320/OCCDedication2008HBC+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9bNWQc6qI/AAAAAAAAAug/TAO37GZCDiU/s1600-h/OCCDedication2008HBC+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269030373917780642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9bNWQc6qI/AAAAAAAAAug/TAO37GZCDiU/s320/OCCDedication2008HBC+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go cook some dinner now......be right back.......I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1417358564800302471?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1417358564800302471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1417358564800302471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1417358564800302471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1417358564800302471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SR9VWTmevdI/AAAAAAAAAuI/f1wXHef9kEg/s72-c/Nov86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7437734737089766838</id><published>2008-11-07T22:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:30:00.582-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><title type='text'>Baby News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My daughter is expecting her second baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She found out Thursday it is another girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My granddaughters first picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRUVY2JYbuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/xDMaZLO9kns/s1600-h/Profile2+3D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266138855875571426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRUVY2JYbuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/xDMaZLO9kns/s320/Profile2+3D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7437734737089766838?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7437734737089766838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7437734737089766838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7437734737089766838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7437734737089766838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-news.html' title='Baby News'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRUVY2JYbuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/xDMaZLO9kns/s72-c/Profile2+3D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-95432180399204584</id><published>2008-11-07T20:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:16:17.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deerfield Point'/><title type='text'>Weekend is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a busy week but tomorrow &amp;amp; Sunday will be really nice.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was thinking that I would never get everything done. Even if I had 5 more hours in the day I would still feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;Before I took the boys to school a lady I do alot of projects with at church called &amp;amp; asked if I had done something I was suppose to 2 weeks ago. Remember my previous post: "I need to write these things down". Well that was one of those moments. I had to pick up some donated cookie dough for a Courthouse Ministry we do through our church. I got home to shower &amp;amp; dress. I had to e-mail my scout parents. We are working on several things from our scout book so I had to get them prepared what to bring for the meeting Monday. check! done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRUCk5Uvd8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/f_otjaykeI8/s1600-h/ChristmasTraditionsBrunch2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266118172166027202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRUCk5Uvd8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/f_otjaykeI8/s320/ChristmasTraditionsBrunch2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our church has a Christmas Traditions Brunch tomorrow. I had signed up to do a table. In other words to decorate it. I am what you could call a procrastinator here lately. I had not gotten my stuff out of the attic. My silk ponsettia looked ragged so I ran to Hobby Lobby to get a different one. Picked up some shiney fabric, new gold rope for the centerpiece wreath &amp;amp; grabbed a few teacher ornament gifts. Ran short on that time thing. Cut my trip short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of what the table starts as. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A clean slate. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRUDJlB5baI/AAAAAAAAAtY/4ngyBjzlXjk/s1600-h/ChristmasTraditionsBrunch2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266118802373438882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRUDJlB5baI/AAAAAAAAAtY/4ngyBjzlXjk/s320/ChristmasTraditionsBrunch2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you have to come up with something fabulous. I am not a decorator so fabulous is not in my vocabulary. I did pretty good. You have to decorate with something you do in your home at Christmas. I love Nativity scenes so that is what I used. The church provides the china so that will be added tomorrow. Got my table done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check! 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Chris gets off the bus next so I had to have his camping bag packed &amp;amp; have hime at the church by 4:30. Thank goodness it was only an overnight trip or I would not have gotten his bag packed. The Webelo 2's have a big day tomorrow so Chris was pretty excited to do all that guy stuff. The scout trailer &amp;amp; leaders pulled out of the parking lot on time &amp;amp; with all scouts accounted for. Matthew &amp;amp; I have been taking it easy tonight. Matthew has been playing with a hunk of play dough &amp;amp; is quite content. Since the time has changed it gets dark early so when my door bell rang tonight it sort of startled me. Jeff is, as I am typing this, driving from the airport in Memphis home. He had been gone on a business trip this week. Well Mormon's were at the door. I had seen them earlier riding their bikes up on Main Street. They really get around. Really good Christian guys but they can't convert a die hard Southern Baptist woman. Sorry!     Check! Done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practiced for the Operation Christmas Child program at church Wednesday. Our dedication is Sunday night. Both Chris &amp;amp; Matthew will be singing in their choir groups. Both hate to sing. I guess I keep hoping they will just have a light bulb come on inside &amp;amp; fall in love with it. I think I am pushing it. Pray for everything to go great. I have butterflies in my belly. Before the kids come in to sing I will be introduced as the person who lead this years OCC collection. In front of the whole church plus some. I am always the one behind the scenes not right out in front in full view. That seems to make you a target. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my husband is expected in a few minutes so I better clear him a path to get through the house. After the brunch tomorrow we are going to be getting some stuff done to the house again. We keep wanting to get it sold but if it is not on the market it isn't going anywhere. Be sure &amp;amp; read &lt;a href="http://deerfieldpoint.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my other blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; see what I did yesterday at the land.      &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/1457563863939560437-95432180399204584?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/95432180399204584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=95432180399204584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/95432180399204584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/95432180399204584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-is-here.html' title='Weekend is here'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRUCk5Uvd8I/AAAAAAAAAtI/f_otjaykeI8/s72-c/ChristmasTraditionsBrunch2008+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-595471853753992854</id><published>2008-11-07T20:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:51:50.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Southern Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRT5kwzKnNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/y01pwPtngPg/s1600-h/hillbilly2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266108274273066194" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRT5kwzKnNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/y01pwPtngPg/s320/hillbilly2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRT5k1kq2KI/AAAAAAAAAs4/1iKkUXAUt_0/s1600-h/HillBillyWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266108275554441378" style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRT5k1kq2KI/AAAAAAAAAs4/1iKkUXAUt_0/s320/HillBillyWoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;&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;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;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;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;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;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;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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Georgia :&lt;br /&gt;The owner of a golf course was confused about paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his secretary for some mathematical help. He called her into his office and said, 'You graduated from the University of Georgia and I need some help. If I were to give you $20,000, minus 14%, how much would you take off?'The secretary thought a moment, and then replied, 'Everything but my earrings.&lt;br /&gt;'***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Alabama:&lt;br /&gt;A group of Alabama friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos for the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck.'Where's Henry? ' the others asked.'Henry had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of miles back up the trail,' the successful hunter replied.'You left Henry laying out there and carried the deer back?' they inquired.'A tough call,' nodded the hunter.'But I figured no one is going to steal Henry!'&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana:&lt;br /&gt;A senior at LSU was overheard saying, 'When the end of the world comes, I hope to be in Louisiana.'When asked why, he replied he'd rather be in Louisiana because everything happens in Louisiana 20 years later than in the rest of the civilized world.&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi:&lt;br /&gt;The young man from Mississippi came running into the store and said to his buddy, 'Bubba, somebody just stole your pickup truck from the parking lot!'Bubba replied, 'Did you see who it was?'The young man answered, 'I couldn't tell, but I got the license number.'&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee:&lt;br /&gt;A Tennessee State trooper pulled over a pickup on I-65.The trooper asked, 'Got any ID?'The driver replied, 'Bout whut?'&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas:&lt;br /&gt;A man in Little Rock had a flat tire, pulled onto the side of the road, and proceeded t o put a bouquet of flowers in front of the car and one behind it. Then he got back in the car to wait.A passerby studied the scene as he drove by and was so curious he turned around and went back. He asked the fellow what the problem was.The man replied, 'I have a flat tire.'The passerby asked, 'But what's with the flowers?'The man responded, 'When you break down they tell you to put flares in the front and flares in the back. I never did understand it neither.'&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can say what you want about the South,but you never hear of anyone retiring and moving North... &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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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/1457563863939560437-595471853753992854?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/595471853753992854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=595471853753992854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/595471853753992854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/595471853753992854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/southern-thinking.html' title='Southern Thinking'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRT5kwzKnNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/y01pwPtngPg/s72-c/hillbilly2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1103475144758732281</id><published>2008-11-06T23:18:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:30:33.857-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boys'/><title type='text'>Boy what a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPe595DpsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_NMG2U2ErIw/s1600-h/Halloween2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265797476774028994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPe595DpsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_NMG2U2ErIw/s320/Halloween2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well another Halloween has come &amp;amp; gone. I say good riddance. I usually get the house all spooked up. We put out some decorations put not many this year. We are the house with fake spider webs on the porch with spooky music playing in the window. We don't get much of a chance to hand out candy. We usually take the boys around the neighborhood to trick or treat &amp;amp; by the time we make it back the biggest crowd has already come. We get some die hards still out late but by the time they come I am in my PJ's &amp;amp; warmed up from being out. The late ones do rack up on candy because to keep from eating it all myself I grab a large handful &amp;amp; dump it in their bags. Not the boys haul though. I don't have a death wish. As a kid I used to be really excited over my take at Halloween because we didn't get alot of candy other than Halloween. My boys are just spoiled from getting it all year. They have gotten into it some but not real bad. It is so weird how when they put it all in a tub together there was lots of little chocolate goodies. But when they go back it seems to have diminished. Weird! Right! wink. wink.&lt;br /&gt;Well the door to door stuff was pretty good BUT....always a but.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day I noticed my toilet &amp;amp; washer acting funny. For treat or treating people in our neighborhood ride 4wheelers, golf carts or mowers around. Saves alot of steps. One year we decorated our mower to look like a train. This year not as elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPfVSWaAbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/BnKpD9jYS4E/s1600-h/Halloween2006+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265797946122305970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPfVSWaAbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/BnKpD9jYS4E/s320/Halloween2006+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPfVBfNPnI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_9hfh_mdcns/s1600-h/Halloween2006+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265797941595815538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPfVBfNPnI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_9hfh_mdcns/s320/Halloween2006+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well get on with the night. Hubby came home from work, the boys were dressed up &amp;amp; it was getting dark. I had hitched the wagon to the mower. While in the front yard the boys &amp;amp; I heard a loud POW. we all went &amp;amp; looked toward the garage door. I thought at first someone had egged our garage door. We live on a cul-de-sac. No one had came in &amp;amp; not from the side. We would check the inside when we got back. Hubby &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPbq9UJPII/AAAAAAAAArI/A1xTVOO-zhM/s1600-h/Halloween2006+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;driving the mower &amp;amp; the boys &amp;amp; I were in the wagon. We started out of the yard &amp;amp; the tire was flat on the wagon. We turned around went back to the garage to get some air in the tire from my husbands shop. We hit the remote &amp;amp; the door would not go up. (Remember the POW sound.) Well he went around to the side door &amp;amp; tried from inside. It would not go up. Deal with it when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;We made our trip around the "Hood" as we call it. We get back home &amp;amp; pull the mower &amp;amp; trailer to the door. We get inside &amp;amp; put our stuff down &amp;amp; turn the lights on to alert trick or treaters "We Are Back". One the my boys comes to me &amp;amp; says " Why is the cats feet wet". Oh no, Did the little snot turn his bowl over? No, not something simple in this house. The toilet had erupted &amp;amp; had flooded my laundry room. Great! It seems at times all I do is clean messes. I always get stuck with the dirty work. Well the garage door is jammed &amp;amp; so is the toilet. Hubby come in &amp;amp; starts calling garage door places at night. He does talk to someone who promises to come out the next day &amp;amp; look at it. No problem! WRONG! Hubby has to be at work the next day &amp;amp; both the boys have a b'day party to go to. Ok, what is the problem? Both vehicles are stuck inside the garage. Well this great man comes &amp;amp; gets our door up in between jobs. He comes back later &amp;amp; replaces our springs &amp;amp; we are sprung. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While he is here, the plumbing guy is here also running a snake through our drain line outside. Since the half bath is not really used chances are something went through my line from the washer. Still can not be sure. We are always missing a sock here &amp;amp; there so I am convinced that is where they are going. I have a stash of socks that are missing a mate hoping the mate will come back some day but that ship has sailed. But as sure as I throw it away I will find it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well I have used the garage door several times, washed a few loads of laundry, ran my dish washer &amp;amp; all seems to be ok. Never gonna get this house back on the market. At this rate we will have all new pieces in this house. &lt;/p&gt;Here is how my granddaughter got from house to house in the "Hood". What a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPd4PdaXZI/AAAAAAAAArw/Utjoh9som8k/s1600-h/Halloween2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265796347618549138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPd4PdaXZI/AAAAAAAAArw/Utjoh9som8k/s320/Halloween2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter went for her ultrasound today....All is well &amp;amp; we will have another baby girl soon. Not sure of the date. I know...bad grandma. That will be another story later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-1103475144758732281?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1103475144758732281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1103475144758732281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1103475144758732281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1103475144758732281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/boy-what-day.html' title='Boy what a day'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SRPe595DpsI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_NMG2U2ErIw/s72-c/Halloween2008+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-7112876888593286628</id><published>2008-11-04T09:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:37:07.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>Innocence of Children</title><content type='html'>Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was: A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife.. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he was adopted. A little girl said, 'I know all about adoption, I was adopted..' 'What does it mean to be adopted?', asked another child. 'It means', said the girl, 'that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!' &lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;On my way home one day, I stopped to watch a Little League base ball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score was  'We're behind 14 to nothing,' he answered with a smile. 'Really,' I said. 'I have to say you don't look very discouraged.' 'Discouraged?’ the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face..... 'Why should we be discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet.' &lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.  Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.  On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement.  'Guess what, Mom,' he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me.....'I've been chosen to clap and cheer.' &lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;An eye witness account from New York City , on a cold day in December, some years ago: A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you’re in such deep thought staring in that window!' 'I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,’ was the boy's reply.The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel. By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes. She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.' As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her. &lt;strong&gt;'Are you God's wife?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-7112876888593286628?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7112876888593286628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=7112876888593286628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7112876888593286628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/7112876888593286628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/innocence-of-children.html' title='Innocence of Children'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-1059785594195279774</id><published>2008-10-30T10:35:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:58:41.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hometown'/><title type='text'>Riley Corbitt - Heavens Newest Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQncXm2ps3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Pg7EHCLaphI/s1600-h/Riley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979937684009842" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQncXm2ps3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Pg7EHCLaphI/s320/Riley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQnbT2ehp9I/AAAAAAAAAqs/zcXKnRXKwjo/s1600-h/Riley+Corbitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262978773646682066" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQnbT2ehp9I/AAAAAAAAAqs/zcXKnRXKwjo/s320/Riley+Corbitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received some really sad news yesterday. My cousins little girl Riley passed away. The Lord had put her here on this earth for a while to touch the hearts of many but He was ready for her to come to Him now. She passed away around 1:30 yesterday afternoon. I did not get to see Riley as much as I would like to have living away from my hometown. You could always ask about her &amp;amp; everyone could give you updates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an article that was in my hometown newspaper about her explaining her disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Daily Sentinel&lt;br /&gt;Published March 25, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Roy and Paula Corbitt of Woodville are living every parent’s worst nightmare. Instead of watching their beautiful 3-year-old daughter, Riley, grow and thrive each day, learning new skills and exploring the world around her, they are watching their child regress, slowly losing the milestones she had already reached. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQnZpPpXzmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UXSa2hQgmpk/s1600-h/PaulaRileyCorbitt2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262976942157057634" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQnZpPpXzmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UXSa2hQgmpk/s320/PaulaRileyCorbitt2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paula &amp;amp; Riley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riley is in the grips of a degenerative disease that has ravaged her body for all of her young life and is expected to claim her life within the next few years.Riley has fought hard from the beginning of her life. Born at 35 weeks, she turned an ash gray color the day before she was supposed to come home from the hospital. Riley was moved to the neonatal unit for special medical attention. During this period, the baby would suddenly stop breathing. She was examined and found to have jaundice with an enlarged liver and spleen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the doctors were able to control her jaundice, Riley was sent home and followed up with a gastrologist in Huntsville. At the age of 2 months, Riley was sent to Children’s Hospital in Birmingham where doctors repaired three hernias and performed a liver biopsy. The doctor diagnosed Riley as having neonatal hepatitis. Her parents were told she would outgrow the condition within a year, and doctors prescribed medications. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She never outgrew her symptoms; in fact, they only grew worse.Shortly before Riley turned 2, doctors recommended that she receive a liver transplant because her condition had turned into cirrhosis. Paula researched her options and requested that Riley be sent to Emory for the transplant. Her parents met with the transplant team and were preparing for the operation when Dr. Romero decided to test her for Niemann-Pick’s disease since Riley had several symptoms. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The four main symptoms of Niemann-Pick’s disease are an enlarged lived, an enlarged spleen, jaundice and palsy of the eyes. The only symptom that Riley does not exhibit is the palsy.Riley underwent a liver biopsy and skin biopsy and was diagnosed with Niemann-Pick’s disease a little over a month later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paula explained that Niemann-Pick’s disease is a genetic disorder. The only way for a child to have the disease is for both parents to carry the gene for it, and even then there is only a 25 percent chance that the child will have the disease. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are also different types of the disease, which are characterized from A to C, depending on life expectancy. For example, children with Type A will normally die before reaching age 2. Riley has Type C, which means she only has a life expectancy of 5 or 10 years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The disease is characterized by the inability to metabolize cholesterol and other lipids properly within cells. Consequently, excessive amounts of cholesterol and other lipids accumulate in the liver, spleen and brain, causing the brain and other organs to deteriorate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paula said the disease is already progressing rapidly in Riley. At her MRI in October, the doctor told them that lesions have begun forming on her brain, signifying damage and loss of brain tissue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her parents have already begun to notice her decline. A year ago, she was able to walk unassisted, but now she needs support to be able to move around. Her speech is also deteriorating.“Riley won’t go forward anymore,” Paula said. “She is starting to go backward.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At her March 7 appointment, there was no new loss of brain tissue but the muscles in her back and throat have begun to weaken. Her spleen is now enlarged to her navel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The disease also causes Riley to have tremors which are helped by an experimental drug called Cevesca. Although the drug is not FDA approved, it is her only hope in slowing the storage of cholesterol on her brain. Paula said that although the side effects cause additional problems for Riley, the medication does help control the tremors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The future does not hold much hope for Riley. Doctors say she will eventually be bed-ridden and need a feeding tube, unable to walk, talk, or even swallow. Niemann-Pick’s disease is incurable. The doctors have offered her parents no hope for a recovery. “It slowly kills everything,” Paula said. “We were told all there is (to help) is the Cevesca, but they don’t know if it will help.” A liver transplant is not even an option now. “They won’t giver her a liver transplant because they won’t give a healthy liver to a child who won’t get any better,” Paula said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the midst of this seemingly hopeless situation, there is joy and a great deal of love. Riley and her family recently lived out every child’s dream – going to Disney World – through the Make A Wish and Give Kids the World foundations. Paula said Riley had a wonderful time, and she especially enjoyed riding the carousel and train.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The family also plans to travel to Dallas in August for the National Niemann-Pick’s Disease Foundation Family Conference. There, they will be able to meet with doctors and researchers, as well as other families who are living with the disease. The community is also embracing Riley and trying to raise money to help the family deal with medical expenses. Just one bottle of Cevesca costs $3,000, and that does not even begin to take into account the medical expenses that have added up during Riley’s young life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A benefit for Riley will be held April 8 at Woodville High School gymnasium from noon until 8 p.m. There will be a gospel and bluegrass concert, a raffle, chili supper, cake auction and silent auction. Many items have been donated for the auction, including an Alabama football, a Shaun Alexander football, grills, quilts, televisions and much more. A special fund has also been set up at Regions Bank for monetary donations for Riley. The money will be used to help pay for her medical expenses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riley has a way of touching everyone’s heart. Despite the gravity of the situation and her physical decline, Riley wakes up every morning with a smile on her face and is a delight in the lives of everyone who knows her – or just has the pleasure of meeting her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;&gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the statement I read that sticks to me each time I think of Riley.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Riley has a way of touching everyone’s heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite the gravity of the situation and her physical decline, Riley wakes up every morning with a smile on her face and is a delight in the lives of everyone who knows her – or just has the pleasure of meeting her." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQnexxYdgOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/O4iMd5yrfV8/s1600-h/Christmas2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262982586210025698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQnexxYdgOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/O4iMd5yrfV8/s320/Christmas2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click for larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1457563863939560437-1059785594195279774?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1059785594195279774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=1059785594195279774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1059785594195279774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/1059785594195279774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/10/riley-corbitt-heavens-newest-angel.html' title='Riley Corbitt - Heavens Newest Angel'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQncXm2ps3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Pg7EHCLaphI/s72-c/Riley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457563863939560437.post-281735048598162864</id><published>2008-10-29T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:52:52.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>My Resimay</title><content type='html'>To hoom it mae cunsern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I waunt to apply for the job what I saw in the paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kin Type realee qwik wit one finggar and do sum a counting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I am good on the fone and I no I am a pepole person, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pepole realee seam to reespond too me well.. Certain men and all the ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I no my spelling is not too good but find that I Offen can get a job wit my persinalety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My salerery is open so we kin discus wat you want to pay me and wat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you think that I am werth, I kin start emeditely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank yoo in advanse fore yore anser.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hopifuly Yore best aplicant so farr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinseerly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bubba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: Because my resimay is a bit short - below is a pickture of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQjar9_lVnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/IddWj0iel7I/s1600-h/BUBBA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262696613492905586" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQjar9_lVnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/IddWj0iel7I/s320/BUBBA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Employer's response:.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Bubba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's OK, we've got spell check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;See you Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1457563863939560437-281735048598162864?l=daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/feeds/281735048598162864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1457563863939560437&amp;postID=281735048598162864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/281735048598162864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457563863939560437/posts/default/281735048598162864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daytodaylifeofasouthernmom.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-resimay.html' title='My Resimay'/><author><name>KPPatty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07276078120179900062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/R861PR9fd1I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xg9bAbUHisk/S220/AngelPrayingCloseUp-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_10p7IYVIXQY/SQjar9_lVnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/IddWj0iel7I/s72-c/BUBBA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
