<?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-1662440682475649151</id><updated>2012-02-02T13:31:39.863-05:00</updated><category term='Fall ramblings'/><category term='Chicago trip'/><category term='MEME'/><category term='Sunday scripture'/><category term='Miss Em&apos;s Birthday'/><category term='Shatila Bakery'/><title type='text'>It's Me Again Margaret</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>336</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6877293803159713993</id><published>2012-02-01T19:52:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T01:05:44.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKAcsRTjxqQ/TynemFtIkmI/AAAAAAAACDc/Le73D9xzcJI/s1600/100_3559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKAcsRTjxqQ/TynemFtIkmI/AAAAAAAACDc/Le73D9xzcJI/s400/100_3559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704335148989321826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I visit with all of you in my little corner of the Playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to be a Scholar, but I do know a thing or two...maybe, even three.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thank the Lord at almost 60 years old I am still learning!  And what I am learning is, that my complaining doesn't change things a lick.  In fact, I find it makes me feel worse! &lt;br /&gt;When feeling depressed...Woe is me, will definitely not be uttered.  And when my body aches...Hey, some have it worse, LOTS worse. &lt;br /&gt;I have reckoned the cost.  And the sum of my complaints are nothing in the eye of Eternity.  Jesus paid the price...his suffering covers all.&lt;br /&gt;So, with my hands lifted up and my mouth filled with praise and a heart of thanksgiving...I Bless Thee O Lord! &lt;br /&gt;No complaints here...&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6877293803159713993?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6877293803159713993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6877293803159713993&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6877293803159713993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6877293803159713993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_01.html' title='I Know'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKAcsRTjxqQ/TynemFtIkmI/AAAAAAAACDc/Le73D9xzcJI/s72-c/100_3559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-9183176357682046594</id><published>2012-01-17T20:02:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:13:04.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FljW_IDqKLY/TxYaWqmjoGI/AAAAAAAACBo/Jn_WZF_SgY4/s1600/Valentines-Day-Wallpaper-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FljW_IDqKLY/TxYaWqmjoGI/AAAAAAAACBo/Jn_WZF_SgY4/s400/Valentines-Day-Wallpaper-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698771355179393122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, my home is where my heart is.  I was not made to be a career woman...I am a homemaker.  Oh, I went to Beauty College and got my license.  But working in a Salon, just wasn't for me.  So, here I am spending time organizing and doing some purging of closets and drawers.  This is my therapy...this is my calling.&lt;br /&gt;I was made to touch others and am finding this new world of Texting and Emailing so impersonal.  Don't get me wrong...I do Text and Email!  And am certainly not sitting in judgment...never would I do that.  But, how do we convey Love... when no compassionate voice is heard (out loud) or the loving touch of God's own Hands felt through another's touch?  I find that sometimes, a touch speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit is showing me that Love does indeed conquer all.  And that mercy and truth do not ever forsake us!  The Word says  "Bind them (mercy and truth) around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart." Proverbs 3:3&lt;br /&gt;My heart is your tablet Lord and I am ready to Love out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-9183176357682046594?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/9183176357682046594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=9183176357682046594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/9183176357682046594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/9183176357682046594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_17.html' title='Loving Out Loud'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FljW_IDqKLY/TxYaWqmjoGI/AAAAAAAACBo/Jn_WZF_SgY4/s72-c/Valentines-Day-Wallpaper-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8163180629474824447</id><published>2012-01-16T10:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:20:45.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oehry1JC9Rk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say, that I am blessed to have been raised by Southern parents who by example, kept me from being bound by the chains of bigotry...No color was seen in our home.  Hallelujah...Just human beings loved by the Lord of all.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr. (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968) was an American clergyman, activist, and prominent leader in the African-American Civil Rights Movement.[1] He is best known for being an iconic figure in the advancement of civil rights in the United States and around the world, using nonviolent methods following the teachings of Mahatma Gandhi.[2] King has become a national icon in the history of modern American liberalism.[3]&lt;br /&gt;A Baptist minister, King became a civil rights activist early in his career.[4] He led the 1955 Montgomery Bus Boycott and helped found the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) in 1957, serving as its first president. King's efforts led to the 1963 March on Washington, where King delivered his "I Have a Dream" speech. There, he expanded American values to include the vision of a color blind society, and established his reputation as one of the greatest orators in American history.&lt;br /&gt;In 1964, King became the youngest person to receive the Nobel Peace Prize for his work to end racial segregation and racial discrimination through civil disobedience and other nonviolent means. By the time of his death in 1968, he had refocused his efforts on ending poverty and stopping the Vietnam War.&lt;br /&gt;King was assassinated on April 4, 1968, in Memphis, Tennessee. He was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1977 and Congressional Gold Medal in 2004; Martin Luther King, Jr. Day was established as a U.S. federal holiday in 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8163180629474824447?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8163180629474824447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8163180629474824447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8163180629474824447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8163180629474824447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-remember.html' title='I Remember...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Oehry1JC9Rk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8060504927243936129</id><published>2012-01-03T18:08:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:13:46.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Changes Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2SDw1VkzKE/TwOKhqsFunI/AAAAAAAACA4/kOQ4GP4tjfE/s1600/100_3541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2SDw1VkzKE/TwOKhqsFunI/AAAAAAAACA4/kOQ4GP4tjfE/s400/100_3541.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693546664925969010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes handmade by our granddaughter Emilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter has finally arrived in Michigan!  It is cold, so I haven't ventured out anywhere today.  Besides it was laundry day and I had a few chores that had been left undone that I had to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow, I will finally remove Christmas from our home.  I always find myself just a wee bit melancholy and feeling like the house looks dull and drab afterwards...sigh.  So, I have decided to let anything that pertains to Winter, remain.  Yep, all snowmen and snowflakes get to hang out a while longer. Then it won't look quite so pitiful around here.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing exciting going on.  My Tomer and the Grandbabies are still on Christmas Vacation!  They don't go back to school until the 9th, which I find crazy.  But what do I know? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I have no New Years Resolutions, none.  I am a person who doesn't like change...a creature of habit you might say.  I travel the same routes, shop the same stores, frequent the same restaurants etc..  In fact, most would call me boring! (Just like my Posts)  Which are basically, all about serving the Lord, loving and caring for my home and family and for that I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;God makes us who we are. Some love the limelight and are the life of the party. (Not me) And some are the ones behind the scenes, preparing and then cleaning up after the party.  But both are who God made them to be.  There is no right or wrong here.  Just be who God truly wants you to be...but serve Him with your whole heart!&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8060504927243936129?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8060504927243936129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8060504927243936129&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8060504927243936129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8060504927243936129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='No Changes Here'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2SDw1VkzKE/TwOKhqsFunI/AAAAAAAACA4/kOQ4GP4tjfE/s72-c/100_3541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-4216590466406589429</id><published>2011-12-31T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:16:19.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z3sXVxqDbFk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember no man is a failure who has friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-4216590466406589429?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/4216590466406589429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=4216590466406589429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4216590466406589429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4216590466406589429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year_31.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z3sXVxqDbFk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6840518796711708976</id><published>2011-12-29T10:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:20:34.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbfYo_ire08/TvyBs_xlhmI/AAAAAAAACAs/JLn5JvydAvk/s1600/crazy_woman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbfYo_ire08/TvyBs_xlhmI/AAAAAAAACAs/JLn5JvydAvk/s400/crazy_woman2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691566639123105378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo represents how I am feeling this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning has spoken....Fighting, bickering and tattling have broken the peace and silence of our home.  Em and Xavie have been fed, corrected and yes, even fussed at.  Gasp!  Sibling rivalry is alive and well and this ol' grammy's patience is wearing thin.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do some scrubbing. But with them enjoying their Christmas gifts, (in between battling) it would be a waste of time.  They are spread out all over the place!  So, instead I will pour myself another cup of coffee and enjoy the sounds of their laughter and yes, even their wrath. &lt;br /&gt;I will sign off with the words of our Lou to her brother..."Well, at least I went to Church and praised the Lord last night and you just went home to play the Wii."&lt;br /&gt;Here come the judgment...Lol.&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6840518796711708976?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6840518796711708976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6840518796711708976&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6840518796711708976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6840518796711708976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/12/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh....'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbfYo_ire08/TvyBs_xlhmI/AAAAAAAACAs/JLn5JvydAvk/s72-c/crazy_woman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2421974394929938339</id><published>2011-12-24T18:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:29:45.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Wish You A Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xD09W9ZwvCw/TvZfuHW7nOI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Vn5x0swJbqU/s1600/christmas-blessings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xD09W9ZwvCw/TvZfuHW7nOI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Vn5x0swJbqU/s400/christmas-blessings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689840425083051234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2421974394929938339?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2421974394929938339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2421974394929938339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2421974394929938339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2421974394929938339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='We Wish You A Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xD09W9ZwvCw/TvZfuHW7nOI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Vn5x0swJbqU/s72-c/christmas-blessings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-206676404796549941</id><published>2011-12-20T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:14:01.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8IzxCdwlBg/TvE52fg32SI/AAAAAAAAB98/vspxO2MtJrc/s1600/100_3527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8IzxCdwlBg/TvE52fg32SI/AAAAAAAAB98/vspxO2MtJrc/s400/100_3527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688391412680743202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tomer holding a gift from one of his special guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know my Tomer is a School Bus Driver.  At the beginning of the School year when it came to choosing routes...he decided to choose a route for children with Special Needs. I know that God's prompting made this so.  &lt;br /&gt;To go to work and share the joy of these Special Ones has blessed my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;He loves, that they tease him as he locks their wheel chairs into place and straps them in...telling him that he needs a comb over because he has a bald spot atop his head. Lol. Or when the older boy sings Rap, though you hardly understand a word he is waving his arms up and down, making up the song as he goes.  It is joy, pure joy and  they brighten his day and he theirs.  &lt;br /&gt;Then when parents greet Tomer at the Bus and say that he was missed while gone Hunting and that their boys only want him...well, that makes my man choke back tears while trying to repeat this to me.  God makes no mistakes, never, and I know that Tomer is right where God has placed him. Loving and caring for children, and always being touched by each and everyone of them!  &lt;br /&gt;God is faithful!  We are blessed!&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-206676404796549941?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/206676404796549941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=206676404796549941&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/206676404796549941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/206676404796549941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/12/special.html' title='Special'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8IzxCdwlBg/TvE52fg32SI/AAAAAAAAB98/vspxO2MtJrc/s72-c/100_3527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-5536162561629304943</id><published>2011-12-19T18:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:48:38.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Living Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWletuQu5G4/Tu_NZ2hB2CI/AAAAAAAAB9w/6rCzqxVb4k8/s1600/christmas123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWletuQu5G4/Tu_NZ2hB2CI/AAAAAAAAB9w/6rCzqxVb4k8/s400/christmas123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687990698406696994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been the perfect day.  Why, you ask?  Because I got to spend the whole day at home!  I had no appointments to keep, no shopping or Church activities to rush off to...just a day for me.  Which I find, we all are in need of to keep us centered and the home fires burning.&lt;br /&gt;I do not enjoy, feeling like my house needs dusting or that there are piles of laundry calling my name. So, as I sit here watching the Christmas lights, I am at peace.  My house is shining just like those lights and the laundry is just about finished...sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Before we know it, Christmas will be here and a new year will dawn. I will turn 60 in 2012.   Where has the time gone?   I may be getting older, but I will live life with a thankful heart and  continue serving my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.  Oh, I am blessed!  Jesus is the reason for the season!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a time of much peace and joy...Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-5536162561629304943?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5536162561629304943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=5536162561629304943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5536162561629304943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5536162561629304943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-living-life.html' title='Just Living Life'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWletuQu5G4/Tu_NZ2hB2CI/AAAAAAAAB9w/6rCzqxVb4k8/s72-c/christmas123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1458088222680450609</id><published>2011-12-06T18:15:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:16:19.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom &amp; Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBtuFrL369A/Tt6im9yxZnI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/-lMl-rDAV3Q/s1600/peacefulwinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBtuFrL369A/Tt6im9yxZnI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/-lMl-rDAV3Q/s400/peacefulwinter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683158570094388850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I want to live here...I love this house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings...I pray all is well in your neck of the woods.  Here in the Andrews house, we or should I say I, have been decorating.  What I used to do &lt;em&gt;all in one day &lt;/em&gt;,now takes me days to complete.  Guess I am slowing down in my old age.  Or is it, that I may be a little wiser?  Hmmm...I will have to ponder that a while.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay I have the answer!  With age comes a wee bit of wisdom.  I, do not have to work myself into tizzy...which I am really good at! Nope, I just have to complete the task at hand, then move on.  And if I do not finish?   Well, tomorrow is another day!&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you in on a secret, it took me nigh on a week to get this house glowing, but that's okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;I am finally learning to slow down...let go...and let God.  Yep, Jesus is the reason for the Season and I am going to enjoy every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Joy to the World the Lord is Come!&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1458088222680450609?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1458088222680450609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1458088222680450609&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1458088222680450609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1458088222680450609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_06.html' title='Wisdom &amp; Joy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBtuFrL369A/Tt6im9yxZnI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/-lMl-rDAV3Q/s72-c/peacefulwinter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7365643493998744689</id><published>2011-11-23T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:44:59.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting My Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQvBs5k_RU/Ts2oZeK9WJI/AAAAAAAAB7I/-5osUMTaC7w/s1600/315851_2558685256652_1539634523_32695215_1118553825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQvBs5k_RU/Ts2oZeK9WJI/AAAAAAAAB7I/-5osUMTaC7w/s400/315851_2558685256652_1539634523_32695215_1118553825_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678379860733286546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am thankful for Gods many blessings in my life...He is so good!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have shopped for groceries, ran errands with my Tomer and even bought a few Christmas gifts while out and about. &lt;br /&gt;Came home and cleaned til everything's shining and now my Pumpkin Pies are cooling and the Lime Pie is in the fridge.  Yippee! I am tired, but it's a good tired.  Contented, I must say...for God has blessed me with excellent health and the strength to do whatever I set my hands to.  And believe me, that is surely a blessing from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow I will rise early to prepare my Turkey and dressing. And as always, we (Tomer&amp;I) will have Pumpkin Pie and Coffee for Breakfast and enjoy the quiet of the morning.  Then it will be off to decorate our tables and get ready for our precious girls and their families to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight my heart is full.  I am loved...God is good...Oh, I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;~Thanksgiving Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7365643493998744689?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7365643493998744689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7365643493998744689&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7365643493998744689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7365643493998744689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_6734.html' title='Counting My Blessings'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qiQvBs5k_RU/Ts2oZeK9WJI/AAAAAAAAB7I/-5osUMTaC7w/s72-c/315851_2558685256652_1539634523_32695215_1118553825_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2927611429865592982</id><published>2011-11-17T08:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:33:19.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GIVING TREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtC3gDEldTI/TsUPf7EOHoI/AAAAAAAAB6k/VPiFFrLUoNo/s1600/The_giving_tree_img2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675959946476134018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtC3gDEldTI/TsUPf7EOHoI/AAAAAAAAB6k/VPiFFrLUoNo/s400/The_giving_tree_img2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;And everyday the boy would come to play&lt;br /&gt;Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade&lt;br /&gt;Laughing all the summer’s hours away.&lt;br /&gt;And so they love,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."&lt;br /&gt;"But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."&lt;br /&gt;And so he did and&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,&lt;br /&gt;"I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."&lt;br /&gt;"I can’t give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."&lt;br /&gt;"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"&lt;br /&gt;And so he did.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."&lt;br /&gt;"I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down&lt;br /&gt;And build yourself a boat and sail away."&lt;br /&gt;And so he did and&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.&lt;br /&gt;"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."&lt;br /&gt;"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give"&lt;br /&gt;"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"&lt;br /&gt;The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."&lt;br /&gt;"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."&lt;br /&gt;And so he did and&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the trees was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tree was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Shel Silverstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my sweet Miss Em wanted to read me this book before she went off to school. To say that it touched me is an understatement...sigh. To me this tree represents life. It gives freely...its leaves fall like our tears.  And when you think it has given its all...it provides rest for a weary soul.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the giving trees...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2927611429865592982?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2927611429865592982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2927611429865592982&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2927611429865592982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2927611429865592982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-tree_17.html' title='THE GIVING TREE'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtC3gDEldTI/TsUPf7EOHoI/AAAAAAAAB6k/VPiFFrLUoNo/s72-c/The_giving_tree_img2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-4510405358133811301</id><published>2011-11-11T08:51:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T10:49:15.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbKmWLLVdNo/Tr0oiKq_dLI/AAAAAAAAB50/QYInYlyQSrk/s1600/2011-11-11-0818-45_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673735673002030258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbKmWLLVdNo/Tr0oiKq_dLI/AAAAAAAAB50/QYInYlyQSrk/s400/2011-11-11-0818-45_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sgt. Thomas J. Andrews...Ubon, Thailand 1971.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my Tomer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heroes don't wear capes they wear Dog Tags!"&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am thankful for all of our Veterans and the brave men and women who are serving still.&lt;br /&gt;~God Bless America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-4510405358133811301?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/4510405358133811301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=4510405358133811301&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4510405358133811301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4510405358133811301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-veterans-day.html' title='Happy Veterans Day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbKmWLLVdNo/Tr0oiKq_dLI/AAAAAAAAB50/QYInYlyQSrk/s72-c/2011-11-11-0818-45_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3342929353833306757</id><published>2011-11-05T12:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:20:05.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei4RxPrVl2k/TrVoTUrucaI/AAAAAAAAB5k/cPWcy-PE05M/s1600/ar12942597281515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei4RxPrVl2k/TrVoTUrucaI/AAAAAAAAB5k/cPWcy-PE05M/s400/ar12942597281515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671553986921918882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is Saturday...Tomer left early this morning for a Church Leadership Conference.  So Xavier and I enjoyed watching Toy Story 3, while his Mama snoozed on the loveseat. (she works midnights)  We snuggled, drank coffee (yes, grammy gives him a small cup of his own) he drew pages filled with stars then cut them out with care. And we just lolled the morning away.  Such precious moments that I cherish. For one day he will be grown like our Maddy and I will miss this time with him...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;After Manda finished her nap, she and Xavie headed for home and I got busy around here.  The house is vacuumed, dusted and the bathroom wiped down.  Now, it's time for the dreaded grocery shopping!  It's really sad, that I now have to talk mself into this chore that I once looked forward to! But thank the Lord, good ol' Dollar General has finally come to our area and I happily find myself there at least once a week!  I have shopped its aisles, since a young person in my beloved Tennessee and love it for its convenience and great prices.  So, I will making my list and checking it twice...they often have $5 off coupons if you spend $25 or more (I actually have 2 if anyone needs one) and seeing that I need cleaning supplies etc., etc....I will easily meet their quota.  If you have never shopped at Dollar General...stop in.  I highly recommend it...they have lots of seasonal decor and candles...their candles are great and can be found burning here every night.  Well, enough of my rambling.  I pray that you have a blessed, peaceful weekend...God is faithful!&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3342929353833306757?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3342929353833306757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3342929353833306757&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3342929353833306757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3342929353833306757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday.html' title='Saturday...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ei4RxPrVl2k/TrVoTUrucaI/AAAAAAAAB5k/cPWcy-PE05M/s72-c/ar12942597281515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1252751370706791576</id><published>2011-11-01T21:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:52:14.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditzy But Glorious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIIVJ9JD5ek/TrCZOsq9iQI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/C854uLO8kOc/s1600/314826_10100109664039738_55714399_43887925_660717138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIIVJ9JD5ek/TrCZOsq9iQI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/C854uLO8kOc/s400/314826_10100109664039738_55714399_43887925_660717138_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670200408648026370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt a bit ditzy?  I have!  Why?  Because there are times when my Tomer looks at me like I have lost my mind.  In fact...he has even said "I can't believe you" and that's not because I have spoken an untruth.  It's because, he just doesn't get what I am saying!  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do not claim to be a Rhodes Scholar but for crying out loud...don't I complete him???  Lol.  I know, I know, life is certainly not like those romantic movies...thank God.  And I am understanding in my old age, that men and women are indeed different and God made it so for a reason.  I accept that!  Yes, indeed I do.&lt;br /&gt;Tomer works to provide for me and in return, I make this house a home that he longs to come home to. &lt;br /&gt;But, the things that we have in common, God also made so...like loving our families and serving God with our whole hearts. So, though he might not always understand my reasoning...that is okay.  Why?  Because God doesn't make mistakes and we were made for each other!  How glorious is that?&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1252751370706791576?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1252751370706791576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1252751370706791576&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1252751370706791576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1252751370706791576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Ditzy But Glorious'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIIVJ9JD5ek/TrCZOsq9iQI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/C854uLO8kOc/s72-c/314826_10100109664039738_55714399_43887925_660717138_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-9020159510400977543</id><published>2011-10-29T16:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:50:28.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JrPklbX-28/TqyOFLnwLSI/AAAAAAAAB40/hsZf8J0uIQo/s1600/100_3477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JrPklbX-28/TqyOFLnwLSI/AAAAAAAAB40/hsZf8J0uIQo/s400/100_3477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669062250622627106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying the weekend alone since Tom is once again in the woods of Bronson...bow hunting. He though is not alone, my son-in-law David and 3 of the Grandbabies are with him. And this is our sweet Lou's first time hunting on her own and she is excited to say the least! Don't worry, her Papa is in the tree stand with her...but she is hunting! Ahhh, a girl after his own heart. Lol. (I am not an outdoorsy kind of gal)&lt;br /&gt;I have been one busy ol' grammy...While I was away, my Tomer put in a new electrical outlet and did a bit of patch work on the drywall in the kitchen. So, that called for new paint and I came home to a lovely new shade of yellow.  But a drywall dusty kitchen and I have happily cleaned til my heart's content. &lt;br /&gt;So, tonight I am enjoying the yummy smell of Fall candles and my twinkley lights in the kitchen.  Oh and I can't forget the cutest pumpkins glowing on the snack bar that my Kellerbell made just for me!&lt;br /&gt;I have studied and have everything ready for our Sunday School Class in the morning. And after being away for two weekends in a row, it will be good to see their happy little faces as I greet them once again! God is good...ALL THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-9020159510400977543?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/9020159510400977543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=9020159510400977543&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/9020159510400977543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/9020159510400977543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/10/alone-again.html' title='Alone Again'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JrPklbX-28/TqyOFLnwLSI/AAAAAAAAB40/hsZf8J0uIQo/s72-c/100_3477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8805817527640451598</id><published>2011-10-18T11:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:54:46.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place...Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIGicz9fnWQ/Tp2bWZrhLrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/u_kAFFdQwyQ/s1600/kkkkkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIGicz9fnWQ/Tp2bWZrhLrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/u_kAFFdQwyQ/s400/kkkkkkk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664854715454795442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four fun filled days away with a bunch of wonderful women.  Days filled with much laughter, joy and the precious annointing of the Holy Spirit in our lives.   I am once again packing.  I will leave tomorrow, for a trip home to the place where I was born...a place where my heart sings...a place where my Mama and brother Bobby, anxiously await my arrival.  The place where my precious Daddy rests in Cedar Hill Cemetery. &lt;br /&gt;A place where I was taught to love God with all my heart, soul and mind.&lt;br /&gt;The place where I will once again travel those red dirt roads, that connect my past and make me look to the future and as always, see the glory of it all! &lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I have no Love I am nothing. I Corinthians 13:2&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/1662440682475649151-8805817527640451598?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8805817527640451598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8805817527640451598&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8805817527640451598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8805817527640451598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/10/home.html' title='A Place...Home'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIGicz9fnWQ/Tp2bWZrhLrI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/u_kAFFdQwyQ/s72-c/kkkkkkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1641269259938554888</id><published>2011-10-04T16:22:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:02:35.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in The Real World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ourspacer.com/graphics/funny/" style="border: 0px transparent solid !important;" title="i don't care myspace, friendster, facebook, and hi5 comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ourspacer.com/images/graphics/funny/i-don't-care.gif" border="0" alt="i don't care Myspace, Friendster, Facebook, and Hi5 Comment Graphics" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourspacer.com/graphics/funny/" title="Hot Myspace, Friendster, Facebook, and Hi5 Comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourspacer.com/layouts/Abstract/" title="More Hot Stuff at OurSpacer.com"&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of what appears on my homepage from Comcast...I would love to open up the internet and find something of substance!  &lt;br /&gt;Lets see...today's big news is "Teresa Giudice fires back!"  My first thought "who the in the world is she and why do I care?"  Oh after reading further, she happens to be one of the Real Houswives of Jersey Shores...big woo!  I myself do not find these shows entertaining.  Most Reality shows, to me....are junk. But that's just me and what do I know?  &lt;br /&gt;Next came...Kate Winslett's sexy photo shoot.  And Johnny Depp comparing photo shoots to rape.  I'd have to agree with Johnny, if they are to be sexy and clothesless.&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to...the Leonardo Dicaprio and Lively split...I just don't care.  Life goes on and most of these, so called stars change partners like they change clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Infomercial King found dead.  Hmmm...if he was King why have I not heard of him???  I am sorry that he passed in such a sad way though...suicide is so devastating...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I have said all of this, to tell you, that in the big scheme of things...this stuff doesn't matter.  What matters, is the relationship we have with others.  Are we pouring something good into a life?  Are we loving our families?  Are we serving God with our whole heart?&lt;br /&gt;I want to see and hear uplifting stories and life changing events.  God is good and wants only the best for us...He loves us.  This is real...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1641269259938554888?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1641269259938554888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1641269259938554888&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1641269259938554888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1641269259938554888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/10/hot-myspace-friendster-facebook-and-hi5.html' title='Here in The Real World'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8623271033515958489</id><published>2011-09-26T19:48:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:28:43.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions Of Baseball And Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMahvji7wJc/ToEPX51rBWI/AAAAAAAAB3w/87E1mRdpUG4/s1600/03ec648110884aeb91313f601b2df52e_prefRes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMahvji7wJc/ToEPX51rBWI/AAAAAAAAB3w/87E1mRdpUG4/s400/03ec648110884aeb91313f601b2df52e_prefRes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656819510291400034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night of Baseball...sigh.  Don't get me wrong, I am happy that the Tigers are doing so well and are heading to the World Series games this year.  Rah!&lt;br /&gt;But...this ol' grammy can only watch so much and I'm done!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Tomer is currently, in the living room, happily flipping from the Tiger game to Hunting shows...Ugh.  I am in the play room trying to drown out the sounds of SPORTS on T.V.!  Don't want to watch nor hear any of it at the moment.  So, here I sit on the Computer.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've had enough of my whining. Lol.  &lt;br /&gt;Up until now, I have had a really good day... Got my house all Falled up and am enjoying the little pops of color, along with a new scented Candle...Maple Sugar.  Mmmm...so good.  I, still want to get out and pick up, some Corn Stalks and Mums for the Yard. And change my Flag on the front Porch, then my decorating will be complete.  That is...Til Christmas. Ooh, it's my most favorite time to decorate.  Now, I have visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.  So, I will bid you good night...I'm going to go dig out my Christmas Magazines, from last year and dream a while.  God is good! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;P.S.He is now watching "Orange County Choppers!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8623271033515958489?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8623271033515958489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8623271033515958489&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8623271033515958489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8623271033515958489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/09/visions-of-baseball-and-home.html' title='Visions Of Baseball And Home'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMahvji7wJc/ToEPX51rBWI/AAAAAAAAB3w/87E1mRdpUG4/s72-c/03ec648110884aeb91313f601b2df52e_prefRes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-9165410728191962524</id><published>2011-09-23T10:00:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:01:19.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYQdZzN92R8/TnyRMtyuBSI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XpIbBmulHt0/s1600/fall-leaves-300x199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYQdZzN92R8/TnyRMtyuBSI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XpIbBmulHt0/s400/fall-leaves-300x199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655554879707284770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  Here it is a rainy, first day of Fall and I am surely ready for the changes that it brings.  Like, way less watering and caring for plants and flowers.  One morning soon, we will awaken to some sad looking annuals because a frost has taken it's toll on their beauty.   But, that's the way it goes here in Michigan and I love it's ever changing seasons.&lt;br /&gt;The colors of Fall, are vibrant and lively...even though, this means, that soon the trees will be bare.  That is, until the beauty of Snow covers their branches and makes them sparkle and shimmer in the Sunlight.  And oh, I love that too!&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow I will be found hauling up my storage bins.  Happily, admiring each and every Leaf covered Garland, Scare Crow, Pumpkin and Candy Dishes filled once again... with my favorite Candy Corn, mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a time for change.  My Tomer and the Granbabies, are looking forward to their road trips.  Where country roads will, lead them to the woods of Bronson.  Where they enjoy sweet, quality time, spent in the Tree Condo and/or Tree Stands...Bow Hunting. And I, of course will enjoy, alone time at home doing the things that I love...cleaning, reading and watching a chick flick or 2 or 3. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this ol' grammy, has a sick Xavier home from School, who thinks he needs lunch.  The Kindergarten cooties, have already had him at the Dr. and on Antibiotics and Cough Meds!  Have a blessed day and enjoy this lovely new Season...a Season of slowing down a bit and thanking God for His harvest.&lt;br /&gt;~Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-9165410728191962524?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/9165410728191962524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=9165410728191962524&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/9165410728191962524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/9165410728191962524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-fall-yall.html' title='Happy Fall Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYQdZzN92R8/TnyRMtyuBSI/AAAAAAAAB3g/XpIbBmulHt0/s72-c/fall-leaves-300x199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1443663143800248538</id><published>2011-09-19T14:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:07:40.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...God's Supplement</title><content type='html'>"For His anger lasts only a moment, but His favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning."   Psalm 30:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-Rp2M97xqY/TneRcWqQQqI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/zgHlLPiUtyc/s&lt;br /&gt;1600/Autumn_In_Rock_Creek_Canyon%252C_Fractal_Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-Rp2M97xqY/TneRcWqQQqI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/zgHlLPiUtyc/s400/Autumn_In_Rock_Creek_Canyon%252C_Fractal_Image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654147773492118178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A friend shared this article with me and I want to share it with you. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a variety of friends who are all different in character? &lt;br /&gt;Some of them can be considered marginal even? &lt;br /&gt;How do I get on with them all? &lt;br /&gt;I think that each one helps to bring out a "different" part of me.. . &lt;br /&gt;With one of them I am a polite, good girl. &lt;br /&gt;I joke with another friend. &lt;br /&gt;I sit down and talk about serious matters with one of them. &lt;br /&gt;With another I giggle at every silly thing. &lt;br /&gt;I have my tea with one &lt;br /&gt;And dance with another. &lt;br /&gt;I listen to one friend's problems and give her advice &lt;br /&gt;Then I listen to another advising me. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;They are all like pieces of a jigsaw, &lt;br /&gt;When completed they form a treasure box. &lt;br /&gt;A treasure of friends! &lt;br /&gt;They are my friends who understand me better than myself, &lt;br /&gt;who support me through good days and bad days. &lt;br /&gt;They are like colorful anti-depressants that I take on different days. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Real Age doctors tell us that friends are good for our health. &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Oz calls them Vitamins F (from Friends) and counts the benefits of friends to our well being. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Research shows that people in strong social circles have less risk of depression &lt;br /&gt;and terminal strokes. If you take Vitamin F constantly you can be up to 30 years younger than your real age. The warmth of friendship stops stress and even in your tense moments it decreases the chance of a cardiac arrest or stroke by 50%. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that I have a stock of Vitamins F! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In summary we should value our friends and keep in touch with them. &lt;br /&gt;We should try to see the funny side of things and laugh together, not forgetting &lt;br /&gt;to open our mouths big to swallow the floating vitamins F !!!! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my vitamins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1443663143800248538?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1443663143800248538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1443663143800248538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1443663143800248538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1443663143800248538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/09/gods-supplement.html' title='Friends...God&apos;s Supplement'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-Rp2M97xqY/TneRcWqQQqI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/zgHlLPiUtyc/s72-c/Autumn_In_Rock_Creek_Canyon%252C_Fractal_Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8101089214316833967</id><published>2011-09-14T09:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:31:04.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grits Are Jim Dandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BoYW8heymdI/TnCsfEODd8I/AAAAAAAAB3I/vpmCdAV6NYU/s1600/1330011501_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BoYW8heymdI/TnCsfEODd8I/AAAAAAAAB3I/vpmCdAV6NYU/s400/1330011501_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652207182058584002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ol' Southern gal has discovered a new hot, stick to your ribs breakfast...Grits!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some of you Southerner's, will be shocked to learn that I had never tasted grits until last month, when on vacation my daughter Mandy, cooked us up a batch...added a pat of butter and a drizzle of organic Maple Syrup and I was in heaven.  Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to find myself a box of Grits but then I had a brainstorm...try Sav-A-Lot. (a Southern based grocery store)  And oh, my goodness there they were sitting on the shelf...calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;I must say they are a good, hot, stick to your ribs breakfast! For I don't find myself hungry, for hours after eating their creamy deliciousness. &lt;br /&gt;So, if you have never tried them...pick yourself up a box.  You just might be pleasantly surprised.  Besides being tasty they are very budget friendly.&lt;br /&gt;And as Martha says..."that's a very good thing."&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8101089214316833967?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8101089214316833967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8101089214316833967&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8101089214316833967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8101089214316833967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/09/grits-are-jim-dandy.html' title='Grits Are Jim Dandy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BoYW8heymdI/TnCsfEODd8I/AAAAAAAAB3I/vpmCdAV6NYU/s72-c/1330011501_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-4670420404806401670</id><published>2011-09-13T12:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:05:18.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxD95wKyHsA/Tm-Hlt97i9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/xU4bojdf7Cs/s1600/joy_atc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxD95wKyHsA/Tm-Hlt97i9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/xU4bojdf7Cs/s400/joy_atc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651885139437521874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, I have enjoyed being the happy little homemaker. I have been blessed, to be a stay at home Mama and Grammy who loves keeping house and caring for her family.&lt;br /&gt;These days, I find myself alone.  Yes, the grandbabies are now in school all day...except for Elek. (who is blessed to have a stay at home Mama) &lt;br /&gt;So, I have gone from room to room dusting everything in sight.  Laundry, is happily swirling downstairs and even some windows have been cleaned.  My list could go on and on...and oh, what JOY I find in this.  Yes, this ol' grammy is entering another phase of life, though bittersweet...I will embrace this time.&lt;br /&gt;I will attend more Beth Moore Simulcasts, search the Word and serve God with all that is in me. For in Him, I find Joy unspeakable...life is good.&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-4670420404806401670?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/4670420404806401670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=4670420404806401670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4670420404806401670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4670420404806401670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/09/finding-joy.html' title='Finding Joy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxD95wKyHsA/Tm-Hlt97i9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/xU4bojdf7Cs/s72-c/joy_atc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2485208419041618678</id><published>2011-09-08T21:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:58:21.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEz45SLKICA/Tmlx2hfD93I/AAAAAAAAB2w/KED2KLjAQvg/s1600/9-11%252520comparison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEz45SLKICA/Tmlx2hfD93I/AAAAAAAAB2w/KED2KLjAQvg/s400/9-11%252520comparison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650172389028525938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sat here at this computer many times, wanting to write something.  Seems my well had run dry.  I could have went on about school starting, cleaning house, shopping or other everyday going's on around here...but somehow my Spirit said no.&lt;br /&gt;So, I listened to that still small voice...God's whisperings and just logged off.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy.  There is so much going on...Hurricanes, Floods, Earthquakes, Drought and now fires burning in Texas.  People are losing their homes and their livelihoods.  But, the saddest thing is the violence that surrounds us and the senseless, loss of life that it brings. &lt;br /&gt;So, I pray.  I pray for you, I pray for this Nation, I pray for our priorities...have we lost our first love?  The love for God. &lt;br /&gt;And as we remember 9/11 this weekend.  May we, remember You, Lord. Please, let this Nation fall on her knees and thank you for your blessings. Oh, my heart cries...let Freedom Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2485208419041618678?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2485208419041618678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2485208419041618678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2485208419041618678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2485208419041618678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/09/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEz45SLKICA/Tmlx2hfD93I/AAAAAAAAB2w/KED2KLjAQvg/s72-c/9-11%252520comparison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-401616334878930719</id><published>2011-09-07T08:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:28:43.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall On My Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/zWKEpHgJCXk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Browders&lt;/em&gt;...my new favorite song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-401616334878930719?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/401616334878930719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=401616334878930719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/401616334878930719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/401616334878930719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_07.html' title='Fall On My Knees'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1625425655975666222</id><published>2011-09-04T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:53:26.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Opz32yxOLAU/TmQqwa13G2I/AAAAAAAAB2E/mVgAZJ0jVf8/s1600/happy-labor-day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Opz32yxOLAU/TmQqwa13G2I/AAAAAAAAB2E/mVgAZJ0jVf8/s400/happy-labor-day.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648686843956763490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1625425655975666222?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1625425655975666222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1625425655975666222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1625425655975666222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1625425655975666222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Opz32yxOLAU/TmQqwa13G2I/AAAAAAAAB2E/mVgAZJ0jVf8/s72-c/happy-labor-day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3440532763202895375</id><published>2011-08-18T22:27:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T11:13:59.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyBbpcTECvw/Tk3LKa_d8lI/AAAAAAAAB00/AvlA2wXInUk/s1600/100_3316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyBbpcTECvw/Tk3LKa_d8lI/AAAAAAAAB00/AvlA2wXInUk/s400/100_3316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642389288069755474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at the Andrews house, we have surely been enjoying our Summer!  Yes, we had record breaking temps in July...it was Hot!  But, there we sat (roasting) at the Softball games of our Grandgirls, cheering them on.  Just like the USPS...Neither rain, sweltering heat, sleet or snow, could stop us from being there for our grandbabies.&lt;br /&gt;There have been trips to the beach, bike rides with Papa or just hanging out on the back porch, while the grandbabies romp around the back yard.  Elek, especially loves the sandbox...he is such a sweet boy.  And so smart!!! &lt;br /&gt;Now, here it is the middle of August, already.  The Summer, has passed quickly and our girls, are now preparing to send their babies back to School.  Shopping for clothes, shoes, school supplies and oh, I can't forget the dreaded School Physical!  Life is good...things are happy and normal around here.  &lt;br /&gt;God has blessed us, we have more than we deserve. A roof over our heads, air conditioning that keeps us cool on these hot muggy days and lots of food and water to sustain us. While sadly, some have none of these.  I, am thankful for the love of God in my life.   For I truly believe, that love conquers all. It heals the broken and sets free those in bondage.  It breaks, the shackles of a mind, tormented with shame and regret.  &lt;br /&gt;God loves us so much, that He gave His only begotten Son...Jesus.  There is no greater love than this...  &lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3440532763202895375?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3440532763202895375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3440532763202895375&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3440532763202895375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3440532763202895375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_18.html' title='Summer Days and Love'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyBbpcTECvw/Tk3LKa_d8lI/AAAAAAAAB00/AvlA2wXInUk/s72-c/100_3316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1092646088824252144</id><published>2011-07-26T21:01:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:32:19.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>City Slicker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tyb7mt5FSU/Ti9j0g18KVI/AAAAAAAAB0U/3LI9xrQv9qc/s1600/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tyb7mt5FSU/Ti9j0g18KVI/AAAAAAAAB0U/3LI9xrQv9qc/s400/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633831412684302674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Sky Ice Cream and Burgers...Romulus, Michigan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Country girl.  I am accustomed to Chickens roaming freely, pecking at the ground and sometimes YOU, if you get too close or they just happen to be in a fowl mood. Lol.  &lt;br /&gt;This leads me to the subject of this Post.&lt;br /&gt;Last night after Supper along with our Girls and the Grandbabies.  We drove out to the Blue Sky a little roadside Ice Cream and Burger joint.  They also have wonderful Onion Rings if you happen to have a hankerin' for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq0m5ivOEe4/Ti9j0_PNAYI/AAAAAAAAB0c/NLe_gkzZs-I/s1600/lbluesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq0m5ivOEe4/Ti9j0_PNAYI/AAAAAAAAB0c/NLe_gkzZs-I/s400/lbluesky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633831420843327874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order at the window and believe me, there are plenty of picnic tables, lawn swings etc. so that you can hang out and enjoy your frozen confection or meal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got our ice creams and mosied out back to the play area.  There the adults can relax as the kids run off some of their boundless energy.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold...roaming around next door (the owners of Blue Sky live there) are Chickens and a big ol' Rooster.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ian, Em and Xavier were thrilled and off they went to check them out.  Now, this ol' grammy gave them fair warning  "Don't get too close or they'll come after you!"&lt;br /&gt;Ian, who is 11 years old and knows everything :) is after the Rooster...not smart.&lt;br /&gt;Another warning "Leave the Rooster alone."&lt;br /&gt;The next thing you know that Rooster is off the ground and heading for Ian's shirtless torso!  Ahhhh...that boy got out of there in a hurry.  (Wish I would've gotten it on video) Maybe, next time that City Slicker Grandson will believe his ol' grammy...I am a country girl after all.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're looking for a little bit of Country...head on down to the Blue Sky! Where you can have yourself an Ice Cream and get flogged by a Chicken at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1092646088824252144?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1092646088824252144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1092646088824252144&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1092646088824252144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1092646088824252144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_26.html' title='City Slicker'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tyb7mt5FSU/Ti9j0g18KVI/AAAAAAAAB0U/3LI9xrQv9qc/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-694322440721397911</id><published>2011-07-13T20:39:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:47:28.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies Shining On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.co, do, do, do, do,m/-gw2qcMLN6E8/Th468WnZw5I/AAAAAAAAB0M/e7q-VNG3LkM/s1600/269027_2180933213087_1539634523_32320561_6288819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gw2qcMLN6E8/Th468WnZw5I/AAAAAAAAB0M/e7q-VNG3LkM/s400/269027_2180933213087_1539634523_32320561_6288819_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629001392797107090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a picture perfect day.  The morning sky was so blue and the gentle breeze made for a lovely morning on the back porch.&lt;br /&gt;Now, by no means was it quiet and peaceful.  Law, Xavier and Em were flailing about and wailing like a couple of banshees. And believe me their bickering made it hard to get much Bible reading done...sigh.  Things finally calmed down, when their Papa and Mama, took them, Maddy and Ian to the Metro-Park for an afternoon of swimming.  Celebrate good times...come on.  It was wonderful to enjoy some quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet Elek fell fast asleep.  So, that meant that Kell and I got to spend time talking and chillaxin'.  I watched as the hummingbird flitted around for it's afternoon fix of our Honeysuckle Vine.  And the Bees, Butterflies and Rabbits are daily visitors here.  So, even though I am stuck living in the city...this ol' country girl gets to enjoy reminders of both home and glorious memories of childhood.&lt;br /&gt;As always God is faithful.  This past week He brought me through a scary trip to the ER, where thankfully it was nothing serious. Just a bad case of Vertigo. Which kept me homebound because I couldn't drive, since I felt like I had a constant case of motion sickness. &lt;br /&gt;Good night all. The Banana Bread that I whipped up is fresh out of the oven and calling my name. God is good! &lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-694322440721397911?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/694322440721397911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=694322440721397911&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/694322440721397911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/694322440721397911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/07/blue-skies-shining-on-me.html' title='Blue Skies Shining On Me'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gw2qcMLN6E8/Th468WnZw5I/AAAAAAAAB0M/e7q-VNG3LkM/s72-c/269027_2180933213087_1539634523_32320561_6288819_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2103041129899814167</id><published>2011-06-28T09:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:08:41.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Pat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/3j7--it-k50?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/3j7--it-k50?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy...this song was on my heart this morning while praying for you and after listening to it, I felt led to put it here...just for you.  It is my favorite song and it &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; makes me cry!&lt;br /&gt;Praying without ceasing...&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;trish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2103041129899814167?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2103041129899814167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2103041129899814167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2103041129899814167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2103041129899814167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-pat.html' title='For Pat'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-5362686044951404939</id><published>2011-06-18T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:48:37.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WzJeWVYzzqk/Tf1UAN1TblI/AAAAAAAABzc/_fg_beBYxMc/s1600/31960_1453823915809_1539634523_31118068_7036400_nme%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WzJeWVYzzqk/Tf1UAN1TblI/AAAAAAAABzc/_fg_beBYxMc/s400/31960_1453823915809_1539634523_31118068_7036400_nme%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619740272718212690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I...1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWms28AcfSc/Tf1TCM-zDbI/AAAAAAAABzU/A-znJ-gLxDA/s1600/ff0a6a38-6f9b-4eac-8218-8e02c38c9d70daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWms28AcfSc/Tf1TCM-zDbI/AAAAAAAABzU/A-znJ-gLxDA/s400/ff0a6a38-6f9b-4eac-8218-8e02c38c9d70daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619739207337708978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-5362686044951404939?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5362686044951404939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=5362686044951404939&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5362686044951404939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5362686044951404939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WzJeWVYzzqk/Tf1UAN1TblI/AAAAAAAABzc/_fg_beBYxMc/s72-c/31960_1453823915809_1539634523_31118068_7036400_nme%2Band%2Bdaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-519336703249040124</id><published>2011-06-09T15:19:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:52:50.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Company's Comin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udmfI6yxC2o/TfEc4hTZKTI/AAAAAAAABzE/tw_KK55SeDQ/s1600/cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udmfI6yxC2o/TfEc4hTZKTI/AAAAAAAABzE/tw_KK55SeDQ/s400/cleaning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616301967645681970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a planner.  I am a maker of lists.  I need time to prepare.  I want to know things in plenty of time, not last minute!  Why?  Because my OCD kicks in and functioning normally is over!&lt;br /&gt;So, upon hearing that Tomer's cousin would be here tomorrow...I went into panic mode.&lt;br /&gt;Good grief...How can I clean everything in sight, when the grandbabies are here!?&lt;br /&gt;I have the guest bed stripped and laundry whirling downstairs...just like my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I need to scrub floors, the bathroom, dust &amp; vacuum, hose off the back porch and grocery shop.  Ahhh...what am I going to cook? Sheesh.  Now, I am talking to myself!  That's a sure sign that this ol' grammy is in a tizzy!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Trish you can do this.  Just give things a lick and a promise, it's not that bad. And try to remember the words of your daughter Mandy (who is just like her Daddy) "Just calm down!" &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, company's comin' and my mind is gone!&lt;br /&gt;Blessings ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-519336703249040124?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/519336703249040124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=519336703249040124&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/519336703249040124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/519336703249040124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/06/companys-comin.html' title='Company&apos;s Comin&apos;'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udmfI6yxC2o/TfEc4hTZKTI/AAAAAAAABzE/tw_KK55SeDQ/s72-c/cleaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-63111225398122926</id><published>2011-06-05T18:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:18:10.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQeiVy-kP4/TewFkkmBo3I/AAAAAAAABy0/lrPxA9-Zlr0/s1600/100_3243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQeiVy-kP4/TewFkkmBo3I/AAAAAAAABy0/lrPxA9-Zlr0/s400/100_3243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614868961280762738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hotter than normal here in good ol' Michigan. But that's not going to stop this ol' grammy, from heading to my favorite Summer time spot!  Yes, I said Summer because Spring...though slow to get here, has left us in a hurry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aF_NWmsSR6M/TewFj7bV3VI/AAAAAAAABys/iy0CP3joXCw/s1600/100_3248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aF_NWmsSR6M/TewFj7bV3VI/AAAAAAAABys/iy0CP3joXCw/s400/100_3248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614868950230097234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely, love heading out back in the mornings with coffee and Bible in hand.  After spending time in the Word this country girl enjoys the sights, sounds and oh, the smells...our Russian Olive Tree smells heavenly right now.  It is so peaceful to just sit a spell and soak it all in.  God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bXaeB20_P4/TewFjplDACI/AAAAAAAAByk/Mg0pOb4zQIw/s1600/100_3262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bXaeB20_P4/TewFjplDACI/AAAAAAAAByk/Mg0pOb4zQIw/s400/100_3262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614868945438965794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to add even more pleasure to my Porch time.  We have a young Robin fresh from it's nest...who, isn't fearful of us and came close enough for Tomer to offer it a worm.  Sheesh, it even landed on the door step while I was cleaning the storm door window...Whew, it startled me!  (I think, I even let out a wee bit of a holler.)&lt;br /&gt;So, after record breaking snowfalls this Winter, we are now getting adjusted to some unusally high temps...Ain't life grand?  Yes siree, it surely is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-63111225398122926?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/63111225398122926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=63111225398122926&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/63111225398122926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/63111225398122926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_3144.html' title='It&apos;s All Good'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQeiVy-kP4/TewFkkmBo3I/AAAAAAAABy0/lrPxA9-Zlr0/s72-c/100_3243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1111383244979049200</id><published>2011-05-30T08:02:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T08:18:07.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDvhYCmweQc/TeOKMScNuGI/AAAAAAAABxw/UV3xhDCFF-U/s1600/ATT9veteran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDvhYCmweQc/TeOKMScNuGI/AAAAAAAABxw/UV3xhDCFF-U/s400/ATT9veteran.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612481504347011170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;br /&gt;not the preacher, &lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom of religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;br /&gt;not the reporter, &lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom of the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;br /&gt;not the poet, &lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;br /&gt;not the campus organizer, &lt;br /&gt;who has given us freedom to assemble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;br /&gt;not the lawyer, &lt;br /&gt;who has given us the right to a fair trial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN, &lt;br /&gt;not the politician, &lt;br /&gt;Who has given us the right to vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN who &lt;br /&gt;salutes the Flag,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dUTb-y49Rs/TeOHsiQY8oI/AAAAAAAABxg/-_9cj3YwS88/s1600/ATTB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dUTb-y49Rs/TeOHsiQY8oI/AAAAAAAABxg/-_9cj3YwS88/s400/ATTB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612478759813313154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the VETERAN&lt;br /&gt;who serves under the Flag, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSYQwziGS9A/TeOHxknb43I/AAAAAAAABxo/KXJSRRcOuwY/s1600/ATTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSYQwziGS9A/TeOHxknb43I/AAAAAAAABxo/KXJSRRcOuwY/s400/ATTC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612478846346191730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL REST GRANT THEM O LORD, AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON &lt;br /&gt;THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1111383244979049200?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1111383244979049200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1111383244979049200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1111383244979049200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1111383244979049200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-is-veteran-not-preacher-who-has.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDvhYCmweQc/TeOKMScNuGI/AAAAAAAABxw/UV3xhDCFF-U/s72-c/ATT9veteran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-5897918112226329224</id><published>2011-05-28T11:01:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T17:08:50.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Put</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzj6jtS9tj4/TeEV9NawMvI/AAAAAAAABxQ/rv856rP2e3o/s1600/Memorial%252520Day%252520Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzj6jtS9tj4/TeEV9NawMvI/AAAAAAAABxQ/rv856rP2e3o/s400/Memorial%252520Day%252520Image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611790751998423794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a busy week, I have decided that today, I am staying put.  No scurrying off to run errands, no taking care of the grandbabies and certainly no shopping!  &lt;br /&gt;There will be nothing but home time for this ol' grammy.  &lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of my Tomer's company for coffee this morning and together we watched, our resident Mama Rabbit give her Baby Bunny the tour of their (our) yard.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Mama knows what plants are good but Baby doesn't and last night the heads of several Marigolds were snipped clean off their stems and left shriveling on the sidewalk!  If they taste as bad as they smell...I say shoo wee, nasty!  Believe me, Tomer was not happy but thankfully, we had extra plants and the bare ones have already been replaced.&lt;br /&gt;The laundry is swishing away downstairs and I plan to make and cut out some lettering for our Sunday School Bulletin Board.  A new quarter starts next week and that means a new lesson theme begins...hence, re-do of the Bulletin Board.  Maybe, I will post a photo of the finished project???&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to laundrocize and do whatever I set my mind to...Hmmm, thinking that will be a few Word Search Puzzles, a Mani-Pedi, visits with Tomer in the back yard (in between rain drops) and you know that will include several Coffee breaks.  Lol. Ta-ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed weekend and &lt;strong&gt;remember to thank a Veteran&lt;/strong&gt;...Let Freedom Ring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-5897918112226329224?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5897918112226329224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=5897918112226329224&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5897918112226329224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5897918112226329224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/05/home.html' title='Staying Put'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzj6jtS9tj4/TeEV9NawMvI/AAAAAAAABxQ/rv856rP2e3o/s72-c/Memorial%252520Day%252520Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-947595174834511534</id><published>2011-05-23T19:32:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:15:10.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinarily Ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5UKnqsRIJU/TdrvIwWwBXI/AAAAAAAABxA/cllqCEZhXy8/s1600/ordinary-day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5UKnqsRIJU/TdrvIwWwBXI/AAAAAAAABxA/cllqCEZhXy8/s400/ordinary-day1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610059219541689714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings! I haven't been in the writing mood lately...my heart just hasn't been in it.  But, I have determined that today is the day that changes.  Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy as always for this ol' grammy.  Softball and TBall games have commenced, caring for and loving my family and being active in Church helps give my life meaning and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;God is faithful...He created us for a purpose. Yes, He did!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have cleaned, (Tomer says I'm on a cleaning binge) beds have been stripped, comforters and blankets all washed and put back on the beds.  For Supper I cooked up a batch of Egg Plant Parmesan and cut a bizillion calories, by not breading nor frying it in a ton of oil.  Surprisingly, it was as yummy as ever! Goes to show that we can eat healthy and still have it taste good.&lt;br /&gt;Just another ordinary day around here...I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Serving God, taking care of my home and loving my family.  These things make my life extraordinary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-947595174834511534?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/947595174834511534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=947595174834511534&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/947595174834511534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/947595174834511534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/05/extraordinarily-ordinary.html' title='Extraordinarily Ordinary'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5UKnqsRIJU/TdrvIwWwBXI/AAAAAAAABxA/cllqCEZhXy8/s72-c/ordinary-day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-388075933686296440</id><published>2011-05-08T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T08:02:38.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRamq6SIGsc/TcaGV7hdBrI/AAAAAAAABwg/PwEoucHQLJY/s1600/mothers_day_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRamq6SIGsc/TcaGV7hdBrI/AAAAAAAABwg/PwEoucHQLJY/s400/mothers_day_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604314497622542002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-388075933686296440?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/388075933686296440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=388075933686296440&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/388075933686296440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/388075933686296440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRamq6SIGsc/TcaGV7hdBrI/AAAAAAAABwg/PwEoucHQLJY/s72-c/mothers_day_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3595787068992647491</id><published>2011-04-23T16:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T16:32:24.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easters Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyuuxvHrmgc/TbM0FnNXiXI/AAAAAAAABwI/7sIYwtCR1Ow/s1600/Jesus-at-Tomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyuuxvHrmgc/TbM0FnNXiXI/AAAAAAAABwI/7sIYwtCR1Ow/s400/Jesus-at-Tomb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598876032780700018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection? I never noticed this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes. The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, "They have taken the Lord’s body out of the tomb, and I don’t know where they have put him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple outran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn’t go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded up and lying to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—————————   —————————-   —————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that important? Absolutely!      Is it really significant? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day. The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table, until the master was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the master were done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers, his mouth, and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto the table. The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, "I’m done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folded napkin meant, &lt;strong&gt;"I’m coming back!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Easter Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3595787068992647491?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3595787068992647491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3595787068992647491&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3595787068992647491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3595787068992647491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/04/easters-promise.html' title='Easters Promise'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vyuuxvHrmgc/TbM0FnNXiXI/AAAAAAAABwI/7sIYwtCR1Ow/s72-c/Jesus-at-Tomb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1035322678921908046</id><published>2011-04-22T09:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:23:30.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahweh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/dU0xRixOVeM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/dU0xRixOVeM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings and have a wonderful Easter...Jesus is Alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1035322678921908046?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1035322678921908046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1035322678921908046&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1035322678921908046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1035322678921908046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/04/yahweh.html' title='Yahweh'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7991635309910279278</id><published>2011-04-09T20:55:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:19:34.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqkhaSaZrok/TacSwUOcM8I/AAAAAAAABv4/oV-w4TWkR78/s1600/34463_406287347212_138998092212_5068264_3461337_nsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqkhaSaZrok/TacSwUOcM8I/AAAAAAAABv4/oV-w4TWkR78/s400/34463_406287347212_138998092212_5068264_3461337_nsign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595461683303429058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born in Erin.  Lived in Tennessee Ridge...Mama &amp; Bobby still do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being sick for over 2 weeks, it feels wonderful to be going at full throttle again.  Days, of laying around and doing nothing are not enjoyable &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my old age I am learning to let things go.  Believe me, nothing was out of place...I couldn't rest a lick if there was...but the bedrooms didn't get dusted and the laundry was done, just not completely.  I had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; energy...zip, zilch, nada!&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am happily laundrocizing and packing our bags for our Spring trip to Tennessee!  Yes, tomorrow evening, we will be on the road South headed for the place of my birth...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The Red Buds and Dogwoods will be in bloom, the air will be warm and sweet, and the hills, green and welcoming.  Oh, I will greet them with arms wide open and a heart full of joy...Home is where the heart is and I can't wait to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7991635309910279278?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7991635309910279278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7991635309910279278&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7991635309910279278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7991635309910279278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='The Road Home'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqkhaSaZrok/TacSwUOcM8I/AAAAAAAABv4/oV-w4TWkR78/s72-c/34463_406287347212_138998092212_5068264_3461337_nsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2175374384919060122</id><published>2011-03-28T19:17:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:54:10.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Straw Hats and Sun Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wondercomments.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wondercomments.com/spring/spring_comment_09.jpg" alt="Spring comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wondercomments.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the weekend homebound, nursing a bad cold.  I had to venture to Stuff Mart today!  Let me just say...I still felt like junk and looked it too, cause all I did was shower and let my hair air dry.  Believe me, as I entered the Mart for some stuff, I prayed... Lord, please don't let me run into anyone that I know?  Thank God, I didn't...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;As, I strolled about looking at all of the Spring and Summer finery.  I had a brain storm!  Ooh, I am going to buy myself a couple of Straw Hats and several Sun Dresses to match...Yes indeed, that's this ol' grammy's answer to flat hair days when I feel like junk. (And no one will be the wiser) Maybe, I'll even find myself a Parasol to complete the ensemble.  I am a Southern Belle, after all!  &lt;br /&gt;"Well,Fiddle dee dee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2175374384919060122?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2175374384919060122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2175374384919060122&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2175374384919060122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2175374384919060122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-myspace-comments.html' title='Straw Hats and Sun Dresses'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-9153469357009398201</id><published>2011-03-19T10:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T10:31:33.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating...Ian Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0gm5bo1exI/TYS6K5G2DqI/AAAAAAAABvA/IS2JtvVMxRM/s1600/183197_10150098497028160_603098159_6397392_3231225_nIan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0gm5bo1exI/TYS6K5G2DqI/AAAAAAAABvA/IS2JtvVMxRM/s400/183197_10150098497028160_603098159_6397392_3231225_nIan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585794134137245346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our family will gather to celebrate Ian's 11th birthday.  Now, after having 2 girls...when Ian came into the world, this ol' grammy was not prepared for the energy and antics of boys!&lt;br /&gt;What a joy to see his zest for life and his kind, loving heart. He is fearless on bikes and skateboards...yet, shy and quiet among strangers.  He loves Church, his family and has a heart for the hurting.  &lt;br /&gt;He is named after his Papa (my Tomer)  and is so like him.  He has his hands, his thin frame, his energy. &lt;br /&gt;While holding him in church some years back the Lord told Tom that "One day Ian would hold his Grandson in Church."  Papa cries when remembering this...Oh, our God is faithful and has blessed us with this wonderful boy.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for our Eman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-9153469357009398201?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/9153469357009398201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=9153469357009398201&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/9153469357009398201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/9153469357009398201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebratingian-thomas.html' title='Celebrating...Ian Thomas'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0gm5bo1exI/TYS6K5G2DqI/AAAAAAAABvA/IS2JtvVMxRM/s72-c/183197_10150098497028160_603098159_6397392_3231225_nIan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7793894805398663801</id><published>2011-03-17T09:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:39:57.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVTeCqkQEJc/TYIOIwvUAGI/AAAAAAAABuo/9JxCEZ6YOIg/s1600/stpatspic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVTeCqkQEJc/TYIOIwvUAGI/AAAAAAAABuo/9JxCEZ6YOIg/s400/stpatspic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585042031577923682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Saint Patrick's Breastplate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ be with me&lt;br /&gt;Christ before me&lt;br /&gt;Christ behind me&lt;br /&gt;Christ in me&lt;br /&gt;Christ beneath me&lt;br /&gt;Christ above me&lt;br /&gt;Christ on my right&lt;br /&gt;Christ on my left&lt;br /&gt;Christ where I lie&lt;br /&gt;Christ where I sit&lt;br /&gt;Christ where I arise&lt;br /&gt;Christ in the heart of every man&lt;br /&gt;who thinks of me&lt;br /&gt;Christ in the mouth of every man&lt;br /&gt;who speaks of me&lt;br /&gt;Christ in every eye that sees me&lt;br /&gt;Christ in every ear that hears me&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7793894805398663801?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7793894805398663801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7793894805398663801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7793894805398663801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7793894805398663801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-saint-patricks-breastplate-christ.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVTeCqkQEJc/TYIOIwvUAGI/AAAAAAAABuo/9JxCEZ6YOIg/s72-c/stpatspic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8268136152481485993</id><published>2011-03-12T11:06:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:51:12.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Chocolate Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcFQgpvSxrk/TXuhGWwvsXI/AAAAAAAABuQ/cCcRnAgoH1Y/s1600/109116friendship.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcFQgpvSxrk/TXuhGWwvsXI/AAAAAAAABuQ/cCcRnAgoH1Y/s320/109116friendship.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583233293617181042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Saturday morning to ya'!  It has been a week filled with things that I love.&lt;br /&gt;Grandbabies, shopping, coffee night out and yesterday, lunch with my dear friend Nina.  Over burgers and fries, there was non-stop chatter.  Oh, and they had the best coffee and Chocolate Pie...mmm.  We being raised by Southern Mama's, appreciate a good old fashioned slice of heavenly meringue topped goodness.  Then after lunch we went back to Nina's and talked for hours.  &lt;br /&gt;They say that milk does a body good...well, gabfests with your gal pals are a magic elixer that only God could have conjoured up!  We have vowed to meet once a month and I am sticking to it!  The days of being an extreme homebody are over...the joy of yesterday's love and laughter fills me still today.&lt;br /&gt;So, look out world and other gal pals and &lt;a href="http://www.livingongrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that means you.  I  will be calling on you to join me for a joy filled lunch very soon! &lt;br /&gt;Life is fixin' to be celebrated and friends loved.  Oh, it is joy unspeakable and full of glory...and the half has never yet been told!&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8268136152481485993?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8268136152481485993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8268136152481485993&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8268136152481485993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8268136152481485993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/03/friends-and-chocolate-pie.html' title='Friends and Chocolate Pie'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcFQgpvSxrk/TXuhGWwvsXI/AAAAAAAABuQ/cCcRnAgoH1Y/s72-c/109116friendship.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6458164892039350504</id><published>2011-02-25T19:22:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:06:19.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tduiIzodnyo/TWhIrDeyzQI/AAAAAAAABtw/Dc2HhkhLxpw/s1600/100_3011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tduiIzodnyo/TWhIrDeyzQI/AAAAAAAABtw/Dc2HhkhLxpw/s320/100_3011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577788043004398850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month while the Trent and Andrews girls were waiting to be seated for brunch at the Amway Grand Hotel...I was blessed to see this lovely lady passing by wearing a  crown and a big smile on her face.  The group of people with her were so excited!  Nosey me just had to know what was going on.  So, I asked what was happening?  &lt;br /&gt;"It's her 80th Birthday!" I was kindly told, as they rushed past and headed out the door.  Oh, I had to be a part of that joy...I grabbed my camera and Lexi and I went out and joined the celebration. Of course, I did ask permission to take this photo which they so graciously allowed. &lt;br /&gt;And then this sweet lady, let go of all 80 balloons and off they went. 80 colorful balloons floating towards the heavens and where they would go we did not know...sigh.  &lt;br /&gt;What joy it is to know that one day, just like those balloons...I will rise to the Heavens, but I won't be lost...I will meet Jesus and He will guide me to Home.  &lt;br /&gt;~Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6458164892039350504?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6458164892039350504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6458164892039350504&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6458164892039350504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6458164892039350504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/02/80-balloons.html' title='Heavenly Balloons'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tduiIzodnyo/TWhIrDeyzQI/AAAAAAAABtw/Dc2HhkhLxpw/s72-c/100_3011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7595003422617124890</id><published>2011-02-19T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:33:38.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuEPDzVP0e4/TWCZesr6BFI/AAAAAAAABtY/Fzxz4r5BpI0/s1600/StainedGlass-707765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuEPDzVP0e4/TWCZesr6BFI/AAAAAAAABtY/Fzxz4r5BpI0/s400/StainedGlass-707765.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575625091355116626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7595003422617124890?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7595003422617124890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7595003422617124890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7595003422617124890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7595003422617124890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuEPDzVP0e4/TWCZesr6BFI/AAAAAAAABtY/Fzxz4r5BpI0/s72-c/StainedGlass-707765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7876595546545770296</id><published>2011-02-17T14:14:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:26:32.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMKaoMzGcYM/TV1z3T_FMOI/AAAAAAAABtI/s4Ts_oG22fI/s1600/p%252520Heather%252520Ford%25252016%252520pink%252520flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMKaoMzGcYM/TV1z3T_FMOI/AAAAAAAABtI/s4Ts_oG22fI/s320/p%252520Heather%252520Ford%25252016%252520pink%252520flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574739307849396450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I haven't been here much lately.  I sit down thinking, I'm going to write and get right back up thinking...I just don't feel like it. I have nothing much to say.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I will just tell you what I've been up to.  Actually, this ol' grammy has been on the go!  Between Dr. and Dentist appointments, the Sweetheart Banquet at Church, shopping and going downtown with Peg to pray for her son-in-law, who had surgery for Lung Cancer...please pray for Jimmy and his wife Geri, not just for his healing but for their Salvation. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thank You from Peg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, February is chock full of Birthday's and that makes it a happy month around here!  So far, we have celebrated Xavier and Michael's (Kell's husband).  Xavier's menu was Fried Cabbage and Noodles, Chicken Legs and homemade Mac and Cheese. (Mac and Cheese was for Michael) Oh, and of course we had Cake and Ice cream!  Kellerbell's birthday was yesterday.  So, yesterday morning I made her favorite Williams Sausage Patties, homemade Biscuits and Gravy.  I Surely, missed Mama and Daddy for that smell is home to me...sigh.  Sunday, after Church we will celebrate both Kell and Maddy's birthdays with Lasagna and whatever else is requested.  Ian's birthday is next month and I already know that he wants.  Yep, Fried Cabbage and Noodles! That boy ate 3 helpings the other night and then moaned about being too full! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Night, I was asked to be the host speaker at one of our Life Groups. Yikes!  I haven't spoken in front of Adults in so long...I was scared!   Believe me, I did lots of praying and with the help of the Lord I got through it and actually had a great time!  I told them right off that I am used to teaching 6 and 7 year olds not Adults. Thank God for Mariann because she broke the ice and said "Do you want us to sit in the floor?"  Laughing, I told them I'd give them all a cookie afterwards if they did.&lt;br /&gt;I love the people of our Church...they are family to me.  We have been through much together and God as always, is faithful.  Change is not easy but we need to embrace it when it is for our good.  Just as the Seasons change, so must I and I am ready for whatever He calls me to.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will go change loads of laundry...Jesus is even changing my dislike of laundrocizing!&lt;br /&gt;Blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7876595546545770296?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7876595546545770296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7876595546545770296&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7876595546545770296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7876595546545770296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_17.html' title='Busyness'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMKaoMzGcYM/TV1z3T_FMOI/AAAAAAAABtI/s4Ts_oG22fI/s72-c/p%252520Heather%252520Ford%25252016%252520pink%252520flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-513279696368108642</id><published>2011-02-08T14:09:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:56:35.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabfests...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TVGaDgRFWaI/AAAAAAAABss/EUZTuXckMvQ/s1600/coffeefriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571403599025887650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TVGaDgRFWaI/AAAAAAAABss/EUZTuXckMvQ/s320/coffeefriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Tuesday night for almost 7 years I have been meeting my pal Peg for coffee. After reading the article below, sent to me by Louise...I now know that our gabfests are keeping us, not only connected but fit and healthy! So, come on gals get with a friend and enjoy the blessing...it does a body good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They Teach This at Stanford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just finished taking an evening class at Stanford. The last lecture was on the mind-body connection - the relationship between stress and disease. The speaker (head of psychiatry at Stanford) said, among other things, that one of the best things that a man could do for his health is to be married to a woman whereas for a woman, one of the best things she could do for her health was to nurture her relationships with her girlfriends. At first everyone laughed, but he was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women connect with each other differently and provide support systems that help each other to deal with stress and difficult life experiences. Physically this quality “girlfriend time" helps us to create more serotonin - a neurotransmitter that helps combat depression and can create a general feeling of well being. Women share feelings whereas men often form relationships around activities. They rarely sit down with a buddy and talk about how they feel about certain things or how their personal lives are going. Jobs? Yes. Sports? Yes. Cars? Yes. Fishing, hunting, golf?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But their feelings? Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women do it all of the time. We share from our souls with our sisters/mothers, and evidently that is very good for our health. He said that spending time with a friend is just as important to our general health as jogging or working out at a gym.&lt;br /&gt;There's a tendency to think that when we are "exercising" we are doing something good for our bodies, but when we are hanging out with friends, we are wasting our time and should be more productively engaged—not true. In fact, he said that failure to create and maintain quality personal relationships with other humans is as dangerous to our physical health as smoking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every time you hang out to schmooze with a gal pal, just pat yourself on the back and congratulate yourself for doing something good for your health! We are indeed very, very lucky. Sooooo let's toast to our friendship with our girlfriends. Evidently it's very good for our health."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for a double portion...spend a girls only weekend away with those you love dearly! I came home so happy and renewed...can't wait to do it again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TVGX9g9zvOI/AAAAAAAABsk/zhnaaRkR26E/s1600/trish_n_pat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571401297111006434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TVGX9g9zvOI/AAAAAAAABsk/zhnaaRkR26E/s320/trish_n_pat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingongrace.blogspot.com"&gt;Pat&lt;/a&gt; and I footloose and fancy free.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-513279696368108642?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/513279696368108642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=513279696368108642&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/513279696368108642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/513279696368108642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/02/gabfests.html' title='Gabfests...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TVGaDgRFWaI/AAAAAAAABss/EUZTuXckMvQ/s72-c/coffeefriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-4763956564835362120</id><published>2011-02-05T16:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:49:23.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TU3bIeO2W-I/AAAAAAAABr8/94vEs79ajlA/s1600/painting_Sargent_Winter_Chores_in_Sargent_Farmyard_1926_cleaned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TU3bIeO2W-I/AAAAAAAABr8/94vEs79ajlA/s320/painting_Sargent_Winter_Chores_in_Sargent_Farmyard_1926_cleaned.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570349252727954402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! It is snowing again here in good ol' Michigan.  Right about now, I think God is looking down on our weather guys and gals with a big grin on His face and saying "gotcha!"  LOL  I for one am glad we had no clue, because the news would have been highly overrated...like last weeks snowmageddon reports that we heard over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Supper is finished and the kitchen cleaned.  Now, I am laundrocizing! You won't believe it, but I am actually (in my old age) learning to enjoy this the least favorite of my household chores.  Or maybe, I am just more aware that God has blessed me with the strength, energy and agility to keep my home, take care of grandbabies and do what he has called me to do.   That, my friends is something that I truly thank the Lord for!  &lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be short and sweet...Tomer is on his way in from clearing snow. So, I will get off here and greet him with a nice hot cup of tea.  Then, it's time to get Em and Xavie in and out of the shower and prepare for Church in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;God is awesome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-4763956564835362120?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/4763956564835362120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=4763956564835362120&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4763956564835362120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4763956564835362120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_05.html' title='Gotcha'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TU3bIeO2W-I/AAAAAAAABr8/94vEs79ajlA/s72-c/painting_Sargent_Winter_Chores_in_Sargent_Farmyard_1926_cleaned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3362406077338568087</id><published>2011-02-02T11:50:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:47:36.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty In The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM8Lb7HPI/AAAAAAAABrQ/57ZM7WbGxMo/s1600/100_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM8Lb7HPI/AAAAAAAABrQ/57ZM7WbGxMo/s320/100_3037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569137379710278898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used a flash but it was blowing so that it stayed dark.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after everyone was fast asleep...I stayed up to enjoy the peace and quiet. Because of the weather my son-in-law David was out the past 2 nights clearing lots of snow! Since Mandy works midnights, that means that this ol' grammy has been caring for Miss Em and Xavie for 2 days.  So, I was (still am) tired but needed some alone time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM6WCrb-I/AAAAAAAABrA/3ANo0NoblK4/s1600/100_3034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM6WCrb-I/AAAAAAAABrA/3ANo0NoblK4/s320/100_3034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569137348197445602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds started howling and when I peered through the blinds I could barely see!  &lt;br /&gt;So, I grabbed my camera and stood on the front porch to capture these dark images. I find this weather so beautiful. It was cold and windy!  Wow! God is mighty...He controls every storm we batttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM68Xb-AI/AAAAAAAABrI/wQzwQ7UiSgE/s1600/100_3041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM68Xb-AI/AAAAAAAABrI/wQzwQ7UiSgE/s320/100_3041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569137358485059586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I wandered out back and this is the tip of a ruler, just barely peeking out of the snow next to my back door. Some spots measured a foot, while others were barely 10".  Thankfully, it wasn't the 18" to 20" that the weather folks were calling for...Mandy didn't get stuck at work and made it home safely.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM8YjCSCI/AAAAAAAABrY/Uwr4QkCKgYY/s1600/100_3027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM8YjCSCI/AAAAAAAABrY/Uwr4QkCKgYY/s320/100_3027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569137383229769762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to share this bit of beauty in the midst of Winter my Amaryllis (gift from Kell and Michael) is blooming...it is called the "Christmas Gift."  Rightly so, for God gave His only Son and He washes us as White as Snow!   Enjoy this glorious day...blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3362406077338568087?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3362406077338568087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3362406077338568087&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3362406077338568087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3362406077338568087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='Beauty In The Storm'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TUmM8Lb7HPI/AAAAAAAABrQ/57ZM7WbGxMo/s72-c/100_3037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-5727921260535620789</id><published>2011-01-28T08:51:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:22:18.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering The Space Shuttle...Challenger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TULQxvVTrXI/AAAAAAAABqw/GMkcT9TUyqY/s1600/sts-51Lfog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TULQxvVTrXI/AAAAAAAABqw/GMkcT9TUyqY/s320/sts-51Lfog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567241642321358194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the families of these brave souls on this the 25th Anniversary of the Challenger disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EfQt9wYCofE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-5727921260535620789?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5727921260535620789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=5727921260535620789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5727921260535620789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5727921260535620789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/01/youtube-video-player.html' title='Remembering The Space Shuttle...Challenger'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TULQxvVTrXI/AAAAAAAABqw/GMkcT9TUyqY/s72-c/sts-51Lfog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-498672653374125559</id><published>2011-01-15T19:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:46:48.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Kind Of Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TTI8UNKWBDI/AAAAAAAABpo/ZuV9vPwxb6M/s1600/The-Peaceful-Snowy-Night-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TTI8UNKWBDI/AAAAAAAABpo/ZuV9vPwxb6M/s400/The-Peaceful-Snowy-Night-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562574807584080946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day I have had!  Got up this morning and Miss Em handed me a fresh, hot cup of coffee...ahh, she made it just for me.  There was a fresh layer of snow on the  ground...So, I sat and gazed out the window, as Tomer was out clearing the walks and driveway. Thankful, that he finally broke down and bought a snow blower, after all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy, stopped by after working the midnight shift, to pick up Miss Em... and we were left with a day all to ourselves.  After, my usual morning chores I bundled up and headed out to get groceries.  I just love being out when it is snowing...I know, call me crazy!  But, the world just seems so still and peaceful to me.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up making a few extra stops while out and about.  Stopped to rent a couple of movies that Tomer has wanted to see and made a trip to the drive-thru for our favorite coffee's. I wanted to surprise my Tomer, since he was at home doing some things on his honey-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our chores finished for the day, we snuggled under a blanket and watched our movies. Iron Man and Iron Man 2 and &lt;em&gt;surprisingly&lt;/em&gt;, I enjoyed them!&lt;br /&gt;Supper, was a quick and easy meal of Bacon and French Toast. Comfort foods, in the warm comfort of the home God has provided for us all these years.  And after 41 years together, nothing has changed, we still love being together. I know without a doubt that God, made Tomer just for me!    &lt;br /&gt;Yes, this was a perfect day...blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-498672653374125559?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/498672653374125559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=498672653374125559&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/498672653374125559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/498672653374125559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_15.html' title='Perfect Kind Of Day'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TTI8UNKWBDI/AAAAAAAABpo/ZuV9vPwxb6M/s72-c/The-Peaceful-Snowy-Night-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8140342473764104940</id><published>2010-12-31T22:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:57:01.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TR6eiFzMnmI/AAAAAAAABpI/nsu6hPBT0-A/s1600/672647_f260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TR6eiFzMnmI/AAAAAAAABpI/nsu6hPBT0-A/s320/672647_f260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557053298731425378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is New Years Eve.  A new decade is upon us and I pray that God blesses you real good in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a year of joy, peace, health and prosperity.  But above all this, I wish you love.  Love of family, love for your fellow man, love for those who are lost and longing for acceptance in a world, that sometimes looks down on their color, race or creed.  &lt;br /&gt;May we love with God's love...perfect love that casts out fear. If we do, this lost and dying world will see the One who gives hope to all. &lt;br /&gt;Let His light shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone who loves their brother and sister lives in the light, and there is nothing in them to make them stumble.  1 John 2:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8140342473764104940?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8140342473764104940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8140342473764104940&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8140342473764104940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8140342473764104940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_8266.html' title='I Wish You'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TR6eiFzMnmI/AAAAAAAABpI/nsu6hPBT0-A/s72-c/672647_f260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8211610431722045176</id><published>2010-12-25T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:06:05.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TRX4UTbpFII/AAAAAAAABno/khuJc6M6sFg/s1600/a%252520star%252520for%252520christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TRX4UTbpFII/AAAAAAAABno/khuJc6M6sFg/s320/a%252520star%252520for%252520christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618743128659074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8211610431722045176?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8211610431722045176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8211610431722045176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8211610431722045176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8211610431722045176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TRX4UTbpFII/AAAAAAAABno/khuJc6M6sFg/s72-c/a%252520star%252520for%252520christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3127712543655785673</id><published>2010-12-24T10:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:57:43.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Are As In Olden Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TRS4i-NigPI/AAAAAAAABnc/NjtI3If0aU4/s1600/frontporch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TRS4i-NigPI/AAAAAAAABnc/NjtI3If0aU4/s320/frontporch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554267151409512690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish up some baking and prepare to make our traditional Hungarian Gulyas for tonight.  I have been listening to some precious old Christmas Carols...Oh, Holy Night the stars are brightly shining...Noel, Noel born is the King of Israel...Oh, come let us adore Him Christ the Lord.  Such beautiful words.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here sipping on my coffee before going on with my day...I have to say that, I am thankful for a Mama and Daddy, who made sure that their children knew that Jesus was the only reason we celebrate.  I can tell you that deep within my soul, is where the best gift they ever gave lingers...it was to love others, forgive as God forgives and to always be kind. I pray, that those lessons will linger in the souls of my girls and their babies. Always. &lt;br /&gt;It's not what you have or what gifts you give, but how you treat others.  So, Daddy as I sit here missing you this morning. I remember your words "a soft answer, turneth away wrath."  You were always that example in my life...what a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you and yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3127712543655785673?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3127712543655785673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3127712543655785673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3127712543655785673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3127712543655785673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_2972.html' title='Here We Are As In Olden Days...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TRS4i-NigPI/AAAAAAAABnc/NjtI3If0aU4/s72-c/frontporch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7762728354945519587</id><published>2010-12-20T09:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:23:42.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQ9rmMNFj2I/AAAAAAAABms/5tZUE151a1M/s1600/100_2886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQ9rmMNFj2I/AAAAAAAABms/5tZUE151a1M/s400/100_2886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552775169426427746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Em and grammy at our ladies of Faith Advent Service.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas has been a wonderfully, busy time for this ol' grammy! It started with Emilee's Christmas Concert, in which she sang a solo for the first time ever...it was beautiful! Of course, since I happen to be the grammy I am just a wee bit partial.  As soon as she came off the stage, we had to rush to the Church for our ladies of Faith "Advent Service." &lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;a href="http://livingongrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; already wrote of what a beautiful time of sharing and worship...(Oh, what a Holy Night we had.)  I will just say that Amy delivered the perfect message.  And the Holy Spirit filled that room with such love and peace...isn't that what Christmas is all about?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQ9rMT43jTI/AAAAAAAABmk/yjUt8Sx3f7M/s1600/100_2946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQ9rMT43jTI/AAAAAAAABmk/yjUt8Sx3f7M/s400/100_2946.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552774724812508466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made this wreath with a coat hanger, sandwich bags and simple decorations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I hosted our Sister/Cousin Christmas dinner.  As children, we were always together!  My Daddy and their Mama (Aunt Mildred) were very close and our lives so closely intertwined.  They instilled in us the of love for family and now, with them gone on to be with Jesus...I want to keep that love of family alive.&lt;br /&gt;So, today I will enjoy a quiet day at home.  Tomorrow night will be the last of our  Christmas parties...the Church Leadership dinner. Then, I will do the baking of traditional Hungarian Pastries!  &lt;br /&gt;All shopping is done...Need to do some wrapping, but Tomer does most of that while I do the baking in the evenings. That's what we have done our whole married lives...Tomer is always such a help.    &lt;br /&gt;God, is so good and I thank Him for His many blessings in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;Just 5 more days until we celebrate the birth of our Saviour...A baby changed everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7762728354945519587?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7762728354945519587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7762728354945519587&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7762728354945519587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7762728354945519587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_196.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQ9rmMNFj2I/AAAAAAAABms/5tZUE151a1M/s72-c/100_2886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8302822245563220682</id><published>2010-12-13T11:23:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:47:30.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarnished and Imperfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ_LgcgUI/AAAAAAAABlc/KYdAaNaHeqo/s1600/100_2894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ_LgcgUI/AAAAAAAABlc/KYdAaNaHeqo/s400/100_2894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550204940550177090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas in the Andrews house...Hallelujah! There is nothing that gets me in the decorating mood like a good ol' snow storm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;View from my front window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ-8-8LkI/AAAAAAAABlU/duMT-DJn6z0/s1600/100_2910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ-8-8LkI/AAAAAAAABlU/duMT-DJn6z0/s400/100_2910.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550204936651550274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome...it would be lovely to sit right here and enjoy a visit over coffee.  Don't worry I have tea, both herbal and green varitities for all of my friends, who enjoy a nice cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ-QAaW7I/AAAAAAAABlM/nQBP4ikUPgQ/s1600/100_2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ-QAaW7I/AAAAAAAABlM/nQBP4ikUPgQ/s400/100_2903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550204924578126770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view into our kitchen from the living room...more of the kitchen later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ-DEkcHI/AAAAAAAABlE/1wO9MCbvgHA/s1600/100_2902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ-DEkcHI/AAAAAAAABlE/1wO9MCbvgHA/s400/100_2902.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550204921105903730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireplace mantle...I think with the new tile and Chandelier that Tomer just added makes this my favorite thing to gaze upon this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pat...do you notice anything familiar?  Yes, I hung your Mom's Chandelier near the fireplace!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ9i-b-DI/AAAAAAAABk8/Ed3YDjpjwoU/s1600/100_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ9i-b-DI/AAAAAAAABk8/Ed3YDjpjwoU/s400/100_2900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550204912490248242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tree wasn't completed yet...more photo's later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least...the tree!  My absolute favorite thing.  I have ornaments that hung on both of our trees as children. They may be a little tarnished from age but that makes them even more special.  Why?  Because as I grow older their imperfections remind me of my life...though imperfect, my Saviour loves me...I may be a bit tarnished but He makes me shiney and new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8302822245563220682?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8302822245563220682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8302822245563220682&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8302822245563220682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8302822245563220682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_13.html' title='Tarnished and Imperfect'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TQZJ_LgcgUI/AAAAAAAABlc/KYdAaNaHeqo/s72-c/100_2894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7780675863674140154</id><published>2010-12-07T08:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:22:51.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TP40_iOuF3I/AAAAAAAABkk/82JM4lPaAxk/s1600/uss-arizona-explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TP40_iOuF3I/AAAAAAAABkk/82JM4lPaAxk/s400/uss-arizona-explosion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547930057091979122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pearl Harbor Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arizona was struck by a converted sixteen inch armor penetrating naval shell that was dropped from a high level horizontal bomber. The bomb penetrated between the number one and two turrets, proceeded aft and downward through several decks, and exploded in one of the Arizona's aircraft catapult gunpowder magazines. The resulting fire ignited the main gun magazines where great quantities of gunpowder were stored. The explosion blew out all forward transverse bulkheads and caused the ship to sink to the harbor bottom in a few minutes. The explosion and sinking resulted in the death of over 1100 crew members.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TP4wAZHIJWI/AAAAAAAABkE/YY53MVUNLWM/s1600/pearl-harbor-uss-arizona-memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TP4wAZHIJWI/AAAAAAAABkE/YY53MVUNLWM/s400/pearl-harbor-uss-arizona-memorial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547924574265943394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arizona has been preserved as a tomb for most of the crew and as a memorial to the events of this day. The observation structure in the picture spans the ship's hulk, with Ford island in the background. The memorial is accessed by boats from the naval base at Pearl Harbor. Within the memorial, the first object seen is the ship's bell. In the middle, viewing ports overlook the Arizona. At the far end, a marble wall is inset with bronze letters naming the deceased crew members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TP40NrjSyuI/AAAAAAAABkU/JOMvKmy_ekU/s1600/pearl-harbor-mem-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TP40NrjSyuI/AAAAAAAABkU/JOMvKmy_ekU/s400/pearl-harbor-mem-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547929200600730338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7780675863674140154?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7780675863674140154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7780675863674140154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7780675863674140154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7780675863674140154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/12/remember.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TP40_iOuF3I/AAAAAAAABkk/82JM4lPaAxk/s72-c/uss-arizona-explosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6339480232474902810</id><published>2010-12-04T11:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:42:04.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis The Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TPpzAfO5ZvI/AAAAAAAABjs/AjfbUwZ-ajM/s1600/frosty_morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TPpzAfO5ZvI/AAAAAAAABjs/AjfbUwZ-ajM/s320/frosty_morning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546872343281362674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy morning around here!  I will spare you all the the details of my household chores, they are way too boring!   What I will tell you, is that I am feeling just a wee bit stressed!!!  So, I decided that I need to sit right here and take some deep breaths...ahhh. That's better!  Now, I will repeat to myself that-Jesus is the reason for the season!&lt;br /&gt;The smell of spice cake is filling my home...Mmm.  I am making a pumpkin trifle dessert for tonight's Christmas Party at Church.  And this Tim Horton's coffee that my Tomer went out of his way to bring me this morning, reminds me that I am still special to him after all of these years together.  I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow evening we will try to Christmas this place up...&lt;br /&gt;I may not have one ornament hung or lights glowing in this house (yet)...but my heart glows with the love of God.  He, loved me enough to send His only Son for me...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'Tis the Season of love and Jesus is the reason for it all!&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace...sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6339480232474902810?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6339480232474902810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6339480232474902810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6339480232474902810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6339480232474902810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis The Season'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TPpzAfO5ZvI/AAAAAAAABjs/AjfbUwZ-ajM/s72-c/frosty_morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-958974587233160911</id><published>2010-11-29T19:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:52:35.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TPRDbBKkyxI/AAAAAAAABjk/XM2v5FlDA7c/s1600/iStock_000007782057XSmall1lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TPRDbBKkyxI/AAAAAAAABjk/XM2v5FlDA7c/s320/iStock_000007782057XSmall1lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545131172648241938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit!!!  After hauling out all Christmas lights to get ready for decorating half of them are not working!  How can that be?  Last year, when we ever so neatly tucked them away they were working...sigh.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomer says, after this year no more mini lights and that we will change to the new (more expensive and much brighter) LED lights.  Okay, but will that end our dilema?&lt;br /&gt;I don't happen to believe so.  Nope, I think I should have kept the box of big ol' lights my Mom-in-law still used...ya' know the ones that burn your fingers off?  They were well over 40 years old and still shining, with no half-strands darkened and never to work again!  Plus, there were no fits of anger to steal our joy and I am  sure, that they were made in the good ol' U. S. Of A., not China or Taiwan etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for letting me rant tonight...I sure wasn't gonna say anything to my Tomer- cause one loud gutteral groan was enough for this ol' grammy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;New lights they be a coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-958974587233160911?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/958974587233160911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=958974587233160911&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/958974587233160911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/958974587233160911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_29.html' title='Crazy Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TPRDbBKkyxI/AAAAAAAABjk/XM2v5FlDA7c/s72-c/iStock_000007782057XSmall1lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-527516749112743739</id><published>2010-11-24T19:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:32:21.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TO2qsH35kiI/AAAAAAAABi0/YZjHa3J5qQE/s1600/thanksgiving-day-prayer-before-meals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TO2qsH35kiI/AAAAAAAABi0/YZjHa3J5qQE/s400/thanksgiving-day-prayer-before-meals.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543274391367422498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pies are out of the oven...later tonight my Tomer and I will have our traditional taste testing with lots of whipped cream!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we will gather round the table  with our daughters and their families and thank the Lord for His many blessings.  I Pray that your day is filled with&lt;strong&gt; hope &lt;/strong&gt;and joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; does not disappoint, because the &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.  Romans 5:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-527516749112743739?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/527516749112743739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=527516749112743739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/527516749112743739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/527516749112743739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_24.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TO2qsH35kiI/AAAAAAAABi0/YZjHa3J5qQE/s72-c/thanksgiving-day-prayer-before-meals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6396111111548156146</id><published>2010-11-23T18:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:57:44.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesey Movies On My DVR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOxQxBA2PlI/AAAAAAAABis/bCLQtCGw29s/s1600/holly_corner_large-300x272.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOxQxBA2PlI/AAAAAAAABis/bCLQtCGw29s/s400/holly_corner_large-300x272.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542894044402040402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again...time for all those cheesey Christmas movies on the Hallmark and Family Channels.  With remote in hand, here I sit...sigh.  Kell and Elek left a bit ago.  So, I finished the scrubbing of the bathroom, passed the vacuum and polished all fingerprints from the tables.(laundrocizing will commence later)&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself with a few hours alone...I am going to push the DVR button, cuddle up with a blanket made just for me and drink myself a tall glass of lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;Yes siree, this ol' grammy has learned to take time to let the cares of this world roll right off my shoulders! I won't waste another moment dwelling on things that I can't control or change by worrying.  Why bother?  The Lord knows my needs before I even ask!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, friends I have much to be thankful for!  Click...I'm fixin' to watch the "Christmas Choir."  &lt;br /&gt;I am blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6396111111548156146?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6396111111548156146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6396111111548156146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6396111111548156146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6396111111548156146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheesey-movies-on-my-dvr.html' title='Cheesey Movies On My DVR'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOxQxBA2PlI/AAAAAAAABis/bCLQtCGw29s/s72-c/holly_corner_large-300x272.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8664644713346762352</id><published>2010-11-20T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:43:53.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOgDvBvcpuI/AAAAAAAABic/Uhfpd4NEgtA/s1600/chuckthank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOgDvBvcpuI/AAAAAAAABic/Uhfpd4NEgtA/s400/chuckthank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541683447935575778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is Saturday!  I am happily catching up on some of the housework, that was ignored while I had the cooties.  Dusting the bedrooms and doing things, that only I knew were needing to be done.  Little unseen corners...Hmmm, makes me ponder on the little things in my life that are seen only by God.  Can I catch up with those things I let go...when I know what God expects of me?  &lt;br /&gt;Life gets busy...too busy!  I am trying, to not just take care of my household chores but make the work that God has for me in His House (my body, mind and Spirit) most important.&lt;br /&gt;After all, He made these hands to be used for His glory.  So today,I lift them in Praise and thank the Lord for His goodness.  I am blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8664644713346762352?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8664644713346762352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8664644713346762352&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8664644713346762352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8664644713346762352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOgDvBvcpuI/AAAAAAAABic/Uhfpd4NEgtA/s72-c/chuckthank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-4382555943847758158</id><published>2010-11-15T11:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:53:45.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love From The Pig Pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOFfjnxsWbI/AAAAAAAABiU/GBjT_uH2s6o/s1600/Pig-Pen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOFfjnxsWbI/AAAAAAAABiU/GBjT_uH2s6o/s400/Pig-Pen.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539814082219891122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess maker, mess maker, make me a mess!  That is the tune that I sing to our resident Pig Pen...Elek!  Once upon a time my house was a sparkling, everything neat as a pin, kind of place.  Not so much since Elek has hit the the floor running!  &lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a child go from one thing to another so quickly, leaving paths of destruction all along his way...sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I am no Spring Chicken!  In fact, this ol' grammy has days that I barely keep up with the devastation.  LOL. I cannot even finish making a bed before he has scaled the bed post and is happily jumping up and down while chanting "boing, boing, boing." &lt;br /&gt;I have found it necessary, for my own sanity, to leave some of the toys lay where they fall or drive myself utterly up the wall. If you are looking for peace and quiet don't come around here.  No, don't do it because there is nothing quiet about Elek or Xavier.  But, if you want lots of I love you's, big hugs and mushy kisses...This is the place for you. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed my boys are a mess!  But, no matter the mayhem, I promise that you will leave here feeling loved and wearing a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-4382555943847758158?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/4382555943847758158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=4382555943847758158&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4382555943847758158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4382555943847758158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/11/mess-maker-mess-maker-make-me-mess-that.html' title='Love From The Pig Pen'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TOFfjnxsWbI/AAAAAAAABiU/GBjT_uH2s6o/s72-c/Pig-Pen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7967783492925668033</id><published>2010-11-12T08:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:26:10.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Shakes And Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TN1OUdtrlQI/AAAAAAAABiE/mPkPHmla-ZQ/s1600/menu_drinks_shakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TN1OUdtrlQI/AAAAAAAABiE/mPkPHmla-ZQ/s400/menu_drinks_shakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538669230216156418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sooo good to finally be back!   Between computer woes and me feeling like junk...I have not been here much of late.  As for the computer, I finally broke down and bought myself a new laptop when the Mart was running a great sale last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know that I said I did not enjoy my Manda's laptop but this newer version is awesome.  This ol' gal just has to get used to this mouse...touchy, touchy, touchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel human again after being sick...thank the Lord!  I woke up Sunday in the wee hours feeling lousy.  Made myself crawl out of bed for Sunday School since my Tomer was in the woods of Bronson...hunting.  Someone had to teach our class and i was it.  Honestly, I did a little groaning but the words "Obedience is better than sacrifice"  kept running through my mind.  Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;After Church I was like a horse heading for the barn!  (I promise that I kept the speed limit.)  Made a run through White Castles for lunch and one of their delicious chocolate shakes.  If you haven't had one, let me just say "that they are good for what ails ya!"  Yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after crock pot meals and spending lots of time vegging on the couch...I am up but not quite going at full speed, as yet. The Lord is good! And believe me, I am not complaining about having a cold...for a 58 year old grammy I am blessed with good health and strength enough to care for my grandbabies.  And for that...I am so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you all...bessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy...I found this recent song by The Gaither Vocal Band and I love it.  Thought you would too...especially since Michael is singing it!  Now, I have to get to Family Bible Store so that I can pick up their new CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lykqwqxgH_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lykqwqxgH_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7967783492925668033?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7967783492925668033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7967783492925668033&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7967783492925668033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7967783492925668033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/11/chocolate-shakes-and-michael.html' title='Chocolate Shakes And Michael'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TN1OUdtrlQI/AAAAAAAABiE/mPkPHmla-ZQ/s72-c/menu_drinks_shakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3220460843667630628</id><published>2010-11-01T23:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:44:14.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TM-FAWhoq3I/AAAAAAAABhk/KXZgwi63Hs0/s1600/sick_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TM-FAWhoq3I/AAAAAAAABhk/KXZgwi63Hs0/s400/sick_in_bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534788708154780530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna...you got me thinking of my favorite authors and this poem has been running through my mind.  It always makes me smile...kids make me happy, what wonderful little beings they are!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt; Sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot go to school today,"&lt;br /&gt;Said little Peggy Ann McKay.&lt;br /&gt;"I have the measles and the mumps,&lt;br /&gt;A gash, a rash and purple bumps.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, &lt;br /&gt;I'm going blind in my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;My tonsils are as big as rocks,&lt;br /&gt;I've counted sixteen chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;And there's one more--that's seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;And don't you think my face looks green?&lt;br /&gt;My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--&lt;br /&gt;It might be instamatic flu.&lt;br /&gt;I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that my left leg is broke--&lt;br /&gt;My hip hurts when I move my chin,&lt;br /&gt;My belly button's caving in,&lt;br /&gt;My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,&lt;br /&gt;My 'pendix pains each time it rains.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is cold, my toes are numb.&lt;br /&gt;I have a sliver in my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,&lt;br /&gt;I hardly whisper when I speak.&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is filling up my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;I think my hair is falling out.&lt;br /&gt;My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,&lt;br /&gt;My temperature is one-o-eight.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,&lt;br /&gt;There is a hole inside my ear.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?&lt;br /&gt;What's that? What's that you say?&lt;br /&gt;You say today is. . .Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;G'bye, I'm going out to play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick... written by one of my favorite authors, Shel Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;From his book &lt;em&gt;Where The Sidewalk Ends&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3220460843667630628?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3220460843667630628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3220460843667630628&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3220460843667630628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3220460843667630628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/11/sick.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TM-FAWhoq3I/AAAAAAAABhk/KXZgwi63Hs0/s72-c/sick_in_bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3147035493345391024</id><published>2010-10-12T21:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:43:59.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TLURSweRN0I/AAAAAAAABhM/J4CtZHcEMI4/s1600/harvest-moon-rising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TLURSweRN0I/AAAAAAAABhM/J4CtZHcEMI4/s400/harvest-moon-rising.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527343131614328642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Where has the time gone?  I just don't seem to want to sit in front of this computer but decided to check in. Around these parts we are enjoying a beautiful Indian Summer.  Oh, the days have been glorious and the boys are enjoying their time outdoors, (with Papa) running off some of their boundless energy...and believe me, that is a very good thing for this ol' grammy.&lt;br /&gt;We, are still working on some projects around the house.  Maybe, now that the gardens are just about finished for the season and the weather cools off...we will finally accomplish what's left on our to-do list.   &lt;br /&gt;My computer is down and being worked on again.  So, I am using Manda's lap top, for which I am thankful.  But, to be honest I am not enjoying it very much...I prefer my PC...sigh.  I am forever hitting wrong keys!  Oh, and the mouse...I won't even get started on that subject...lol. &lt;br /&gt;God is good...my days are filled with love, laughter and the strength and energy to care for my home and family.  I am blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3147035493345391024?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3147035493345391024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3147035493345391024&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3147035493345391024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3147035493345391024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/10/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TLURSweRN0I/AAAAAAAABhM/J4CtZHcEMI4/s72-c/harvest-moon-rising.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6066640502718130063</id><published>2010-10-02T22:25:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:11:21.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Daddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TKfps7GsXlI/AAAAAAAABg8/ExOLu0jUYdY/s1600/reading-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TKfps7GsXlI/AAAAAAAABg8/ExOLu0jUYdY/s400/reading-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523640425982484050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TELL ME THE STORY OF JESUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fanny J. Crosby - Sweney)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the story of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Write on my heart every word&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the story most precious&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest that ever was heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell how the angels in chorus sang&lt;br /&gt;As they welcomed his birth&lt;br /&gt;Glory to God in the highest&lt;br /&gt;Peace and good tidings to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the story of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Write on my heart every word&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the story most precious&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest that ever was heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell of the cross where they nailed him&lt;br /&gt;Write of the anguish and pain&lt;br /&gt;Tell of the grave where they laid him&lt;br /&gt;Tell how he liveth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in that story so tender&lt;br /&gt;Clearer than ever I see&lt;br /&gt;Stay let me weep while you listen&lt;br /&gt;Love paid a ransom for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the story of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Write on my heart every word&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the story most precious&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest that ever was heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard this song this afternoon and it brought back such memories. Daddy, always had a song on his heart!  I still hear his beautiful tenor voice singing songs of Jesus...every word is written on my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p796UWyH8zQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p796UWyH8zQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6066640502718130063?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6066640502718130063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6066640502718130063&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6066640502718130063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6066640502718130063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me Daddy...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TKfps7GsXlI/AAAAAAAABg8/ExOLu0jUYdY/s72-c/reading-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-4586448611767000029</id><published>2010-09-30T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:11:14.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TKU5Ru9eeAI/AAAAAAAABg0/ygPyiJPz-9k/s1600/fallday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TKU5Ru9eeAI/AAAAAAAABg0/ygPyiJPz-9k/s400/fallday1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522883494866221058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is the last day of September!  That means that tomorrow is the first day of Bow Hunting Season..woo hoo!  The trailer is clean and packed, all propane tanks are filled to the brim, so that all Hunters will be able to warm up after a day in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;Tomer and Miss Em will leave tomorrow as soon as he gets home from work.  That means 2 days for this ol' grammy to do as I please...Hmmm, what to do with myself?  There will be no cooking for sure and for certain and my chores are already finished.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am ahead of the game. That assures me of guilt free days as I read, rent myself a movie or two and order take out.  Maybe, I will do a little browsing at Hobby Lobby and The Christmas Tree Store. Maybe, I will go get a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;I'll think more about it tomorrow...blessings one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-4586448611767000029?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/4586448611767000029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=4586448611767000029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4586448611767000029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4586448611767000029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time Again'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TKU5Ru9eeAI/AAAAAAAABg0/ygPyiJPz-9k/s72-c/fallday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7353084618316259826</id><published>2010-09-26T20:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:26:57.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not Dismayed</title><content type='html'>The weather is cold and dreary but not so my heart.  It is filled with the warmth and love of a Saviour, who is faithful and always carries us through lifes trials.&lt;br /&gt;Church is an important part of our lives.  We are active members, doers of the Word. Believing that each of us is born with awesome gifts from God that should be used for His glory and not wasted.&lt;br /&gt;We have experienced some trials these past weeks...some rough and raging seas have made the place that is our Sanctuary, confusing and frankly disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am not dismayed!   I, do not follow man nor give account to any...I follow Jesus Christ and because of Him I walk in faith and victory today.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving past things behind and going forward, &lt;strong&gt;knowing&lt;/strong&gt; that God is moving and only He is in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7353084618316259826?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7353084618316259826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7353084618316259826&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7353084618316259826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7353084618316259826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-not-dismayed.html' title='I Am Not Dismayed'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6393318367467544948</id><published>2010-09-15T21:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:24:02.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Homemaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TJF24pzVu1I/AAAAAAAABgk/a9ANy5ecrRc/s1600/autumn-forest2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TJF24pzVu1I/AAAAAAAABgk/a9ANy5ecrRc/s400/autumn-forest2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517321734171507538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's almost here...Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been the busy little homemaker today.  After my time with the boys and Tomer left for Church. (I played hooky.)  I decided to vacuum, polish furniture and of course, laundrocize.  Don't want a pile a show dog can't jump.  &lt;br /&gt;I then made myself a nice fresh cup of coffee, lit my yummy smelling candle from Kell and settled in to watch a show I had on DVR that Tomer doesn't enjoy.  Tomer, always ruins programs by figuring out the ending...grrr, it sometimes aggravates me!  Now, after 41 years with him, I find myself doing the same thing...proud to say that I sometimes beat him to the conclusion...love it when that happens...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been glorious!  Jerry (local weather guy) says rain is coming in tonight after midnight and we surely need it!  I love listening to it in the night don't you?  &lt;br /&gt;After my program was over, I decided to go check out the garden.  Picked some tomatoes, Hungarian peppers and raspberries.  Just couldn't resist the raspberries! So, as soon as I got back to the kitchen I ate a handful!  Oh, they are so sweet this year.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am baking a batch of Amish breakfast bars.  They are a great snack! Tomer, likes to keep a bag of them on the school bus to curb the hunger pangs until he gets home.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, it's about time to get the last load of laundry from the dryer.  Soon the oven timer will ring and my day will be done.  Gonna get myself a glass of water and relax a bit before bed time.  &lt;br /&gt;~Blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6393318367467544948?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6393318367467544948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6393318367467544948&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6393318367467544948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6393318367467544948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-been-busy-little-homemaker-today.html' title='Happy Homemaker'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TJF24pzVu1I/AAAAAAAABgk/a9ANy5ecrRc/s72-c/autumn-forest2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-4451698167319286290</id><published>2010-09-12T22:02:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:14:04.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Hortons...Grammy'sTimbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2H014HzDI/AAAAAAAABgc/ykEOyG9xGm8/s1600/100_2721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2H014HzDI/AAAAAAAABgc/ykEOyG9xGm8/s400/100_2721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516214460484144178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ol' grammy and Papa have a new sport to follow!  Our Xavier aka Scooter has joined the wonderful world of Soccer!  Now, you all know that I just love me some Tim Horton's Coffee...just feast your eyes on our Scooters shirt.  Yep, Tim Hortons is their sponsor and you can be sure that I showed up at the game with my large coffee with butter caramel flavoring and 2 creams please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2H0bbYiJI/AAAAAAAABgU/lIIBZo0ZT_E/s1600/100_2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2H0bbYiJI/AAAAAAAABgU/lIIBZo0ZT_E/s400/100_2723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516214453384284306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our Timbit!  As soon as he got his shirt he had to come and show me.  It cracked me up, especially since I always get them a pack of their favorite Timbits (doughnut holes) when we make a trip to the drive-thru.  This shirt is priceless...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2Hz7RZbLI/AAAAAAAABgM/de7qiKBq3Qw/s1600/100_2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2Hz7RZbLI/AAAAAAAABgM/de7qiKBq3Qw/s400/100_2717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516214444752465074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the field playing his heart out.  He actually made 2 goals...the look on his face made my heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2HzSZrYUI/AAAAAAAABgE/Wnbz2TMGZRY/s1600/100_2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2HzSZrYUI/AAAAAAAABgE/Wnbz2TMGZRY/s400/100_2722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516214433781342530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sissy...my sweet Lou.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2Hyx6vNoI/AAAAAAAABf8/B1sNK6CQNxk/s1600/100_2724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2Hyx6vNoI/AAAAAAAABf8/B1sNK6CQNxk/s400/100_2724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516214425061635714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game...tired, and sweaty.  But, never fear Tim Hortons will take care of that...just go to one of their shops, raise your shirt and they will give them something nice and cold to drink.  Our boy couldn't wait! He would rather drink than eat... so, it was right up his alley.   &lt;br /&gt;We loved watching these little ones and left with big smiles on our faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-4451698167319286290?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/4451698167319286290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=4451698167319286290&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4451698167319286290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4451698167319286290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_12.html' title='Tim Hortons...Grammy&apos;sTimbit'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI2H014HzDI/AAAAAAAABgc/ykEOyG9xGm8/s72-c/100_2721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8583105006664798405</id><published>2010-09-12T20:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:56:28.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny &amp; Papa's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zeU-D3OI/AAAAAAAABf0/srm7HWZN-t8/s1600/100_2691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zeU-D3OI/AAAAAAAABf0/srm7HWZN-t8/s400/100_2691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516192083461004514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zd0YrYaI/AAAAAAAABfs/LdEOkCwnZeQ/s1600/100_2700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zd0YrYaI/AAAAAAAABfs/LdEOkCwnZeQ/s400/100_2700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516192074714276258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zdWdX8GI/AAAAAAAABfk/b42JMI9mU_4/s1600/100_2692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zdWdX8GI/AAAAAAAABfk/b42JMI9mU_4/s400/100_2692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516192066680909922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zcjHNakI/AAAAAAAABfc/XXHrQja52-E/s1600/100_2698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zcjHNakI/AAAAAAAABfc/XXHrQja52-E/s400/100_2698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516192052897737282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8583105006664798405?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8583105006664798405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8583105006664798405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8583105006664798405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8583105006664798405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='Granny &amp; Papa&apos;s'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TI1zeU-D3OI/AAAAAAAABf0/srm7HWZN-t8/s72-c/100_2691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2696781255974785383</id><published>2010-09-09T20:53:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:02:18.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TImCvfdprkI/AAAAAAAABe4/7DuB0YRlYJs/s1600/100_2661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TImCvfdprkI/AAAAAAAABe4/7DuB0YRlYJs/s400/100_2661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515082971103211074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fiery Sunset over Lake Huron.  East Tawas, Michigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another busy day is coming to an end and it's time to wind down before bed.  My day was good. No, it was blessed!  Filled with taking care of 2 busy grandboys, picking up the other 3 grands after school, taking Lou to ball practice and finally going to Ian's ball game. (they won...Rah!) It was freezing! So, as soon as I got in I changed into sweats and put socks on my frozen piggies.  The chill of Autumn is in the air!  And ya' know what?  I am ready for it. The changing of seasons is what I love about Michigan; each one so dramatically different and beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;Soon, I will decorate my home with the vibrant colors of Fall.  And of course, fill all candy dishes with my favorite Candy Corn.  This morning, Kell blessed me with a yummy smelling Swan Creek Candle...Pumpkin Spice, the perfect scent for this time of year! &lt;br /&gt;Yep, tonight there are visions of Pumpkins, Indian Corn, Corn Stalks and Apple Orchards running through my head.  I am one happy grammy!  Good night all.&lt;br /&gt;~blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2696781255974785383?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2696781255974785383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2696781255974785383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2696781255974785383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2696781255974785383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/09/visions.html' title='Visions...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TImCvfdprkI/AAAAAAAABe4/7DuB0YRlYJs/s72-c/100_2661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7417342510481039178</id><published>2010-08-25T10:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:26:36.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies And Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THUv6kR54ZI/AAAAAAAABeg/iooxLcVjTG8/s1600/100_2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THUv6kR54ZI/AAAAAAAABeg/iooxLcVjTG8/s400/100_2617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509362402375360914" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blue skies lookin' at me...nothin' but blue skies do I see!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The skies of East Tawas, Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ol' grammy has been one busy chick these past few days!  Unloading the trailer, vacuuming a bucket of sand from it's floors, stripping the beds both from the trailer and the house.  The trailer, is once again ready for it's stay in the country.  Hunting Season is just around the corner!  &lt;br /&gt;Today, I am laundrocizing and repacking our bags...tomorrow Tomer and I leave for my favorite place on the planet...my birthplace...Tennessee!  I can't wait to feel Mama's arms around my neck and enjoy nice long conversations with my brother Bobby! Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest grandbaby Maddy Beth is in Delaware spending time with Aunt Meagan, Uncle Tony and Luca.  Yesterday, she texted photo's of the Ocean.  She was thrilled to see it for the first time.  Papa and I, kept trying to talk her out of going...LOL.  But she is an 8th grader after all and growing up way too quickly...sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Em and Xavie are now at war!  There is much yelling and flailing about...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I had best go break it up!  Where's that wooden spoon of mine!?  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya'll later!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7417342510481039178?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7417342510481039178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7417342510481039178&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7417342510481039178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7417342510481039178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/08/blue-skies-and-home.html' title='Blue Skies And Home'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THUv6kR54ZI/AAAAAAAABeg/iooxLcVjTG8/s72-c/100_2617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-5495793315809415156</id><published>2010-08-24T22:35:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:09:54.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not Dismayed</title><content type='html'>The weather is cold and dreary but not so my heart.  It is filled with the warmth and love of a Saviour, who is faithful and always carries us through lifes trials.&lt;br /&gt;Church is an important part of our lives.  We are active members, doers of the Word. Believing that each of us is born with awesome gifts from God that should be used for His glory and not wasted.&lt;br /&gt;We have experienced some trials these past weeks...some rough and raging seas have made the place that is our Sanctuary, confusing and frankly disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am not dismayed!   I, do not follow man nor give account to any...I follow Jesus Christ and because of Him I walk in faith and victory today.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving past things behind and going forward, &lt;strong&gt;knowing&lt;/strong&gt; that God is moving and only He is in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-5495793315809415156?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5495793315809415156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=5495793315809415156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5495793315809415156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5495793315809415156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_24.html' title='I Am Not Dismayed'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8553960481868899348</id><published>2010-08-21T19:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:04:58.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Away From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc5qtJUAI/AAAAAAAABeQ/l-tmFPoCzK8/s1600/100_2556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc5qtJUAI/AAAAAAAABeQ/l-tmFPoCzK8/s400/100_2556.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508004490060058626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home after a wonderful time of family fun in the sun.  The weather was perfect, the view magnificent and the grandbabies were happy and busy.&lt;br /&gt;Watching them is such a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc5JcAa9I/AAAAAAAABeI/ADRVDBXL460/s1600/100_2647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc5JcAa9I/AAAAAAAABeI/ADRVDBXL460/s400/100_2647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508004481129802706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our home away from home.  We didn't have to spend much time indoors since the temps were in the mid 70's and there was a nice breeze off Lake Huron.  I have fallen in love with the Eastern Coast of our great state.  I will post pics of the fiery glow of the sunsets later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc4vM938I/AAAAAAAABeA/6pOtU9p34Hs/s1600/100_2638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc4vM938I/AAAAAAAABeA/6pOtU9p34Hs/s400/100_2638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508004474087399362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bedroom.  When the grandbabies needed a rest they would pile up in our bed and watch old videos.  There is absolutely no television reception and we didn't miss it a bit.  And we are surely not going to get a satellite for the camper like most have...no, not gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc4HpGbXI/AAAAAAAABd4/A5XWgtYdpqs/s1600/100_2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc4HpGbXI/AAAAAAAABd4/A5XWgtYdpqs/s400/100_2623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508004463467982194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is the first place we head to when in town.  The Village Chocolatier.&lt;br /&gt;If you love chocolate this is the place for you!  My Tomer and son-in-law David do not like chocolate...can you even imagine!?  But, they enjoyed pretzel rods dipped in caramel and peanuts...yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc3v_iLnI/AAAAAAAABdw/n71wlV6c6FM/s1600/100_2682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc3v_iLnI/AAAAAAAABdw/n71wlV6c6FM/s400/100_2682.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508004457119624818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling down the streets of East Tawas before making our way home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Another, family vacation over...filled with food, fun and those you love.  Life just doesn't get any better than this!   Taste and see that the Lord is good...He is, all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8553960481868899348?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8553960481868899348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8553960481868899348&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8553960481868899348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8553960481868899348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_21.html' title='Home Away From Home'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/THBc5qtJUAI/AAAAAAAABeQ/l-tmFPoCzK8/s72-c/100_2556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3057832904539838278</id><published>2010-08-14T20:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:03:02.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGc21EKP57I/AAAAAAAABdg/dGSRJPab4E0/s1600/tawas03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGc21EKP57I/AAAAAAAABdg/dGSRJPab4E0/s400/tawas03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505429354761414578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy week for this ol' grammy!  Vacation starts tomorrow after Church...Hallelujah!  The above photo is part of the campground in Tawas where we will be.  It is our favorite spot on Lake Huron.     &lt;br /&gt;The Camper has been scrubbed to perfection. (Hunters aren't very good housekeepers!)&lt;br /&gt;The fridge is on and somewhat stocked, along with other groceries, bottled water and lots of powerade.  Clothes packed and bikes on the bike rack.  Myself, I have several books stored away, that I will read while the others hit the beach...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Never fear, my camera is in my purse and I will take lots of pictures.  Especially, of the"Chocolatier."  A store with so many chocolates and scrumptious chocolate covered yummies that we walk around drooling...Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am one tired chick so I will sign off for now.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings~&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3057832904539838278?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3057832904539838278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3057832904539838278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3057832904539838278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3057832904539838278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_3228.html' title='On The Road Again'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGc21EKP57I/AAAAAAAABdg/dGSRJPab4E0/s72-c/tawas03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-4062524092299329560</id><published>2010-08-13T09:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:45:16.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoteworthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGVMYYzxiPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/0dbAQnzYJJY/s1600/ronald+reagan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGVMYYzxiPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/0dbAQnzYJJY/s400/ronald+reagan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504890101390477554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We should always remember that our strength still lies in our faith in the good sense of the American people. And that the climate in Washington is still opposed to those enduring values, those 'permanent things' that we've always believed in. ... Washington is a place of fads and one-week stories. It's also a company town, and the company's name is government, big government. ... In the discussion of federal spending, the time has come to put to rest the sob sister attempts to portray our desire to get government spending under control as a hard-hearted attack on the poor people of America. ”&lt;br /&gt;—Ronald Reagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-4062524092299329560?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/4062524092299329560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=4062524092299329560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4062524092299329560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/4062524092299329560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/08/quoteworthy.html' title='Quoteworthy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGVMYYzxiPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/0dbAQnzYJJY/s72-c/ronald+reagan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6413803690703541876</id><published>2010-08-10T22:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:48:29.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise...Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII6lEmQkI/AAAAAAAABdI/H34I4VVIO-g/s1600/100_2499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII6lEmQkI/AAAAAAAABdI/H34I4VVIO-g/s400/100_2499.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503971497076998722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Forestville, Michigan is located in what is known as the Thumb Area of our State.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home and to say that we had a wonderful time, is an understatement!  Just look at God's glorious sunrise over Lake Huron. How peaceful to sip coffee on the porch and watch this sight together.  Sheila's summer home is absolutely beautiful and I didn't take one single photo of the house...duh.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII6Gpf60I/AAAAAAAABdA/6GBRAxGGuLU/s1600/100_2513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII6Gpf60I/AAAAAAAABdA/6GBRAxGGuLU/s400/100_2513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503971488910273346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do any swimming but having your own beach is mighty fine.  The peace and quiet brings healing to the bones.  With NO television, we did much laughing, telling of stories and catching up...believe me, we did not miss the boob tube one lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII58eJfsI/AAAAAAAABc4/U9VDMADcf8g/s1600/100_2505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII58eJfsI/AAAAAAAABc4/U9VDMADcf8g/s400/100_2505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503971486178311874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just travel down the porch steps and you are on the beach. Gorgeous!  Sheila's gardens, are just part of the natural landscape and attract so many butterflies and birds that I sat for hours just taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII5aJlSxI/AAAAAAAABcw/emNfYa8eT0k/s1600/100_2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII5aJlSxI/AAAAAAAABcw/emNfYa8eT0k/s400/100_2474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503971476965247762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this parting shot from the living room window.  Sure is dark out there in the country.  Good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6413803690703541876?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6413803690703541876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6413803690703541876&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6413803690703541876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6413803690703541876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_10.html' title='Sunrise...Sunset'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TGII6lEmQkI/AAAAAAAABdI/H34I4VVIO-g/s72-c/100_2499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2169830726897612950</id><published>2010-08-03T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:50:51.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Us Gals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFi2CwsGVyI/AAAAAAAABco/g4hAKcLB_OY/s1600/Girls_Weekend_Road_Trip_493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFi2CwsGVyI/AAAAAAAABco/g4hAKcLB_OY/s400/Girls_Weekend_Road_Trip_493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501347103378921250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going on a road trip and I love me a road trip!  My cousins Sandi and Cindy and I, leave in the morning...Yee Haw!  We, will pick up our friend Sheila whom we haven't seen for years and head up north to her Summer home.  Yep...we have made some of our favorite dishes so that there will be no big time cooking!  Sandi requested my chicken salad on croissants, so that's what I did this afternoon.  Now, I am baking a batch of Amish breakfast bars.  No fuss, no muss...Just catching up, relaxing and enjoying some girl time.  &lt;br /&gt;Blessings...Catch ya'll next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2169830726897612950?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2169830726897612950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2169830726897612950&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2169830726897612950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2169830726897612950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Just Us Gals'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFi2CwsGVyI/AAAAAAAABco/g4hAKcLB_OY/s72-c/Girls_Weekend_Road_Trip_493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6333450377423880343</id><published>2010-07-28T10:56:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:48:50.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long July...Here Comes August</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFBF1ZablmI/AAAAAAAABcY/RIyruy5dX_E/s1600/100_2280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFBF1ZablmI/AAAAAAAABcY/RIyruy5dX_E/s400/100_2280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971928676505186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tomer, performing his daily routines in the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July has been a very busy month!  Between Softball Games, a Tiger game, Graduation and Birthday Parties, Dr.'s appointments, tests, annual eye exam, a trip to Red Cross and sadly, more than one Funeral,  It seems that I have pushed the fast forward button on July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFBF07oXeOI/AAAAAAAABcQ/alLCHCzB0Hc/s1600/100_2267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFBF07oXeOI/AAAAAAAABcQ/alLCHCzB0Hc/s400/100_2267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971920681892066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Side gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomer and Xavier aka Scooter, have ridden off on their bikes and are headed to the bank.  So, after making the bed, feeding them breakfast, making a fresh brewed pitcher of sweet tea and starting my laundrocizing.  I, am taking full advantage of my time alone!  I, am going to sit right here on the back porch and jot down a few lines. Woo...It is a hot and muggy morning.  Another day with 90' temps but the rains are supposed to come through later and cool things down a bit...love me some rain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFBF0UU-XgI/AAAAAAAABcI/OdylFtT0C8w/s1600/100_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFBF0UU-XgI/AAAAAAAABcI/OdylFtT0C8w/s400/100_2257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498971910131572226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love this plant...can't remember it's name though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with August but a few days away, things should slow down a wee bit.  Maybe, just long enough to get the painting done and the floors refinished before vacation starts.  For now, I will stay put, enjoy the quiet, the bees and butterflies roaming about and  keep my eyes open for our resident hummingbird, who shows up most mornings and evenings to hover and flit around our bee balm plants. (also called Minarda by some)  There's NO need for a feeder which never seemed to work anyways!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the  boys are back!  No more quiet for this ol' grammy...Catch ya'll later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good...all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6333450377423880343?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6333450377423880343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6333450377423880343&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6333450377423880343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6333450377423880343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_28.html' title='So Long July...Here Comes August'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TFBF1ZablmI/AAAAAAAABcY/RIyruy5dX_E/s72-c/100_2280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-7484541466432611238</id><published>2010-07-24T23:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:16:01.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Hymns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEu0eRWORrI/AAAAAAAABcA/rsdNggc1syY/s1600/hymnal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEu0eRWORrI/AAAAAAAABcA/rsdNggc1syY/s400/hymnal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497686202281510578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do miss those good old Gospel Hymns.  Yes, I know they aren't hip and don't whip us into the frenzy that most feel the need for nowadays.  I have nothing against today's worship songs...listen to them as I clean house.  But, old Hymns soothe my soul.  And in quiet times God moves us, speaks to us.  He, requires time with us and in this crazy hubbub that we call life, do we set aside time for fellowship with the Master, the Lover of our Souls?&lt;br /&gt;God help me to seek You, to sit in Your presence and soak in Your tender mercies.&lt;br /&gt;Only you can give us the peace that we long for.  Lord, you are everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-7484541466432611238?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/7484541466432611238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=7484541466432611238&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7484541466432611238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/7484541466432611238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-hymns.html' title='Old Hymns'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEu0eRWORrI/AAAAAAAABcA/rsdNggc1syY/s72-c/hymnal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-5774476375542576450</id><published>2010-07-22T21:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:58:00.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball + Heat = Tired...But Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEjuDFYTwaI/AAAAAAAABbw/c2JmqQsK7y4/s1600/100_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEjuDFYTwaI/AAAAAAAABbw/c2JmqQsK7y4/s400/100_2310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496905081956843938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball is over for a season and we are home after an exciting few days away. We had a great time!  But man, were we tired at the end of the day.  For one thing, sitting at the ball field when the temp is 94', with no shade...is hot, hot, hot!  Thank God, for Umbrella's (for shade) and an air conditioned hotel room, to look forward to at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEjuCnNNtYI/AAAAAAAABbo/4YwmRQnwwNw/s1600/100_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEjuCnNNtYI/AAAAAAAABbo/4YwmRQnwwNw/s400/100_2307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496905073857246594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When making reservations, Tomer made sure that our lodgings had a pool to keep the grandbabies happy and occupied in the evening.  Yes, after swimming and showers, Papa was the first one snoozing, glasses still on his face!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEjuB05X25I/AAAAAAAABbg/mvoQgp7EriU/s1600/100_2309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEjuB05X25I/AAAAAAAABbg/mvoQgp7EriU/s400/100_2309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496905060352252818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Em was snoring followed by Xavie and Ian. They were all out for the night at 8;30 p.m.!  Me, I kicked back, made myself a cup of coffee and enjoyed having the remote control all to myself!   The first photo shows proof of my joy...LOL.  What a wonderful time we had...but, it's always good to get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-5774476375542576450?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5774476375542576450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=5774476375542576450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5774476375542576450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5774476375542576450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_22.html' title='Softball + Heat = Tired...But Happy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEjuDFYTwaI/AAAAAAAABbw/c2JmqQsK7y4/s72-c/100_2310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3970263795102899577</id><published>2010-07-16T08:53:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:45:25.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts And Cracker Jacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEBWkCqEavI/AAAAAAAABbY/Bh8GnHpn4Qc/s1600/all+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEBWkCqEavI/AAAAAAAABbY/Bh8GnHpn4Qc/s400/all+stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494486722580605682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Son-in-law (Coach) Mike, in front. Maddy, our softball girlie is far right, back row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't find me here for the next week...Our Maddy's team won the District 5 Championships and are on their way to States!!!  Woo! Hoo!  &lt;br /&gt;We will be spending the weekend away.  Then driving back and forth next week since the tournaments are in Clinton...A nice little town not quite an hours drive from here.&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to be hot and humid, but we have sat in jackets shivering or under umbrellas both for rain and shade.  Nothing stops this baseball family!  We just slather on sunscreen, never forget the bug spray and always make sure to have lots of beverages and snacks on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we'll root, root, root for our team. If they don't win it's a shame! For it's 1...2...3 strikes you're out at the ol' ballgame!    Go Taylor East-West!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, think I'll have to buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks!  &lt;br /&gt;Catch ya'll later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3970263795102899577?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3970263795102899577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3970263795102899577&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3970263795102899577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3970263795102899577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/07/peanuts-and-cracker-jacks.html' title='Peanuts And Cracker Jacks'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TEBWkCqEavI/AAAAAAAABbY/Bh8GnHpn4Qc/s72-c/all+stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-3902243916700104091</id><published>2010-07-14T09:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:01:01.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion Flower Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TD3APvDV0NI/AAAAAAAABbQ/E89e8uG1uoI/s1600/100_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TD3APvDV0NI/AAAAAAAABbQ/E89e8uG1uoI/s400/100_2284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493758497022922962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This Passion Plant, was given to me by my late brother-in-law Mike, who could explain every detail of it's story. He lovingly took a new plant sprouting from the ground, planted it in a pot and nurtured it until he knew it would survive on it's own.  Then, he kindly gave it to me and Tomer planted it nigh on 20 years ago.  It's blooms, are faithful reminders of the Lords sacrifice and Mike's love of his gardens.  I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story of the Passion Plant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story relates that in 1609 Jacomo Bosio, a monastic scholar, was working on his extensive treatise on the Cross of Calvary, when an Augustan friar, Emmanuel de Villegas, a Mexican by birth, arrived in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;He showed Jacomo Bosio drawings of a wonderful flower, ‘stupendously marvellous’, but Bosio was unsure whether or not to include these drawings in his book to the glory of Christ, fearing that they were greatly exaggerated. However, after receiving more drawings and descriptions from priests in New Spain and assurances from Mexican Jesuits passing through Rome that these astonishing reports of this lovely flower were indeed true, and when finally he saw drawings, essays and poems published by the Dominicans at Bologna he was satisfied that this marvellous flower did exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now considered it his duty to present this ‘Flos Passionis’ flower story to the world as the most wondrous example of the ‘Croce triofante’ discovered in the forest. He considered the flower to represent not directly the cross of our Lord but more the past mysteries of the Passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Peru, New Spain and the West Indies the Spanish descendants still call it the ‘Flower of the Five Wounds’. Bosio observed that the bell shaped flower took a long time to form, then after staying open for just one day, it closed back into the same bell shape as it slowly faded away. He wrote, ‘It may well be that in HIS infinite wisdom it pleases HIM to create it thus, shut up and protected, as though to indicate that the wonderful mysteries of the cross and of HIS passion were to remain hidden from the heathen people of these countries until the time preordained by HIS highest Majesty’....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosio’s passion flower shows the crown of thorns (corona filaments) twisted and plaited, the Passin Flower Drawing three nails (stigma) and the column of the flagellation just as they appear on ecclesiastical banners. He writes that the insides of the petals are tawny in Peru, but in New Spain they are white tinged with rose-pink, the crown of thorns having a blood red fringe, suggesting the ‘Scourge with which our blessed LORD was tormented’. He describes ‘the column [androgynophore] rising in the centre of the flower surrounded by the thorn of crowns, the three nails at the top of the column. In between, near the base of the column is a yellow colour about the size of a reale, in which there are five spots or stains [stamens] of the hue of blood evidently setting forth five wounds received by our LORD on the cross’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour of the column, crown [ovary] and the nails is clear green and the crown is surrounded by a kind of veil of very fine violet coloured hair. There are seventy two filaments (crona filaments) which, according to tradition, is the number of thorns in the crown of thorns set upon Christ’s head. ‘The abundant and beautiful leaves are shaped like the head of a lance or pike like the spear that pierced the side of our Saviour, while the underside of the leaf is marked with dark round spots signifying thirty pieces of silver’, that Judas was paid to betray Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-3902243916700104091?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/3902243916700104091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=3902243916700104091&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3902243916700104091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/3902243916700104091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/07/passion-flower-legend.html' title='The Passion Flower Legend'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TD3APvDV0NI/AAAAAAAABbQ/E89e8uG1uoI/s72-c/100_2284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1064475087112304385</id><published>2010-07-11T22:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:25:36.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions...Oh, My</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TDqAP2o8HnI/AAAAAAAABbA/KTpZnVvSkJc/s1600/paint+cans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TDqAP2o8HnI/AAAAAAAABbA/KTpZnVvSkJc/s400/paint+cans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492843705385361010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved, the process of getting my design plan ready for a redo. Seems lately, this no estrogen phase of my life is making me indecisive and confused.  Do any of you gals understand?  If so, can I get an Amen!? &lt;br /&gt;To start off, I have been making lists on the redo in my living room and adjacent playroom.  The carpet was ripped from the playroom and the first part of August the hardwood floors in both rooms will be refinished. One decision made...Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Now, what has gotten to me is the paint colors!  I used to walk into the store and within a few minutes, the decision was made and I was out of there.  Now finally, after at least 3 trips to Home Depot I came home with more than paint swatches!  Of course, Tomer had to slightly aggravate me to get me motivated by asking  "Are you ever going to buy paint, what are you waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I purposed in my heart as I hurried to the car, that I would not leave that place without paint!  I not only bought paint but spotted some ceramic tiles that I fell in love with and they will be used on the fireplace.  And I only spent an hour and a half going back and forth, until I said ready or not...this is it.  Took my swatches to the paint guy, had the paint mixed and got myself out of that place!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I need to do is decide on curtains and wall decor...Lord help me please?&lt;br /&gt;This ol' grammy's tired just thinking about traipsing from store to store...decisions, decisions...oh, and did I tell you that I once loved shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Not so much anymore!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1064475087112304385?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1064475087112304385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1064475087112304385&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1064475087112304385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1064475087112304385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Decisions, Decisions...Oh, My'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TDqAP2o8HnI/AAAAAAAABbA/KTpZnVvSkJc/s72-c/paint+cans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-5287351671380049030</id><published>2010-07-04T08:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T08:30:12.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TDB-G-LkV3I/AAAAAAAABa4/QwK8RQW-D3g/s1600/220px-The_Star-Spangled_Banner_-_Project_Gutenberg_eText_21566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TDB-G-LkV3I/AAAAAAAABa4/QwK8RQW-D3g/s400/220px-The_Star-Spangled_Banner_-_Project_Gutenberg_eText_21566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490026604000466802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cover of sheet music for "The Star-Spangled Banner", transcribed for piano by Ch. Voss, Philadelphia: G. Andre &amp; Co., 1862&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    O! say can you see by the dawn's early light,&lt;br /&gt;    What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,&lt;br /&gt;    Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,&lt;br /&gt;    O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming.&lt;br /&gt;    And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,&lt;br /&gt;    Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;&lt;br /&gt;    O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave&lt;br /&gt;    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,&lt;br /&gt;    Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,&lt;br /&gt;    What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,&lt;br /&gt;    As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?&lt;br /&gt;    Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,&lt;br /&gt;    In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:&lt;br /&gt;    'Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave&lt;br /&gt;    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And where is that band who so vauntingly swore&lt;br /&gt;    That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,&lt;br /&gt;    A home and a country should leave us no more!&lt;br /&gt;    Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.&lt;br /&gt;    No refuge could save the hireling and slave&lt;br /&gt;    From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:&lt;br /&gt;    And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave&lt;br /&gt;    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand&lt;br /&gt;    Between their loved home and the war's desolation!&lt;br /&gt;    Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land&lt;br /&gt;    Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.&lt;br /&gt;    Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,&lt;br /&gt;    And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."&lt;br /&gt;    And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave&lt;br /&gt;    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave![12]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-5287351671380049030?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/5287351671380049030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=5287351671380049030&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5287351671380049030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/5287351671380049030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th Of July'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TDB-G-LkV3I/AAAAAAAABa4/QwK8RQW-D3g/s72-c/220px-The_Star-Spangled_Banner_-_Project_Gutenberg_eText_21566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2067835398824642185</id><published>2010-07-01T22:03:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:06:13.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondrous Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TC1Rd4o5GhI/AAAAAAAABaw/X4PDoieqlY8/s1600/boyandgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TC1Rd4o5GhI/AAAAAAAABaw/X4PDoieqlY8/s400/boyandgirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489133094696458770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's been a week since I have been here!  Where has the time gone?  Daddy always said "Sister, the older you get the faster those ol' years fly."  He was right.  &lt;br /&gt;This week, we lost a sweet sister in the Lord.  My Tomer and I went to the Funeral Home last night and today, Peg and I went to the Church for the funeral.  As I sat there during the service, in the church we attended quite a few years back.  I felt right at home. &lt;br /&gt;I had sat in that very pew so many times, listening to the voice of the Pastor as he sang and conducted services.  Today, it was different...we sat as he lovingly did this at his precious Mom's funeral. What a blessing it was, to see his son who was once in our 4 and 5 year old Sunday School Class. Now a married man with children of his own.  And to see him serving the Lord...singing and leading us in worship.  Well, it was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;God has been so good. He has called us to be a part of shaping young lives. What a privilege to serve the One, who calms the seas with but a wave of His Hand.  The One, who paints the sky blue and the sun yellow.   The One, who had a plan for my life...to work along side my husband as we teach these precious little ones about the mighty, wondrous God we serve.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am so richly blessed tonight...my cup runneth over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2067835398824642185?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2067835398824642185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2067835398824642185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2067835398824642185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2067835398824642185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/07/lifes-lessons.html' title='Wondrous Blessings'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TC1Rd4o5GhI/AAAAAAAABaw/X4PDoieqlY8/s72-c/boyandgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8763586425254320675</id><published>2010-06-25T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:53:23.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblin' Grammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&lt;a href="http://www.jucoolimages.com/goodday.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jucoolimages.com/images/goodday/goodday_50.gif"  alt="Free Orkut and MySpace good day Graphics Glitters " border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jucoolimages.com/goodday.php" target="_blank"&gt;click to get Orkut Myspace have a good day Comments &amp; Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy around the ol' Andrews Homeplace.  The basement has been scrubbed and is now minus lots of junk...where does it all come from?  I got my new washer and dryer in and have actually enjoyed laundrocizing!  But, I know at some point the newness will wear off and it will be my least favorite chore once again..sigh.&lt;br /&gt;We, had a heartbreaking time at the ballfield last night...sigh.  Ian's team was tied for 1st place and lost by one run!  I know that 2nd place is good, but to see the disappointment on by first grandboys face, made this ol' grammy want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be a day of leisure...gonna wash this grey right outta my hair.  Give myself a mani/pedi, finish reading my book and maybe even watch an old movie.  Don't worry, I read my Bible outside at the Bisto Table this morning.  It was too cool on the back porch swing, so Tomer moved the table and chairs into the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it felt mahvelous!  &lt;br /&gt;Seems, all I do is ramble anymore...but my life is full!  My grandbabies are happy active children and we are so blessed by everything they do.  God, has given us the privilege of having a family.  When Dr.'s said it was impossible and that we should consider adopting...God had a plan for us.  He knew even before I was born that I would be a Mama and Grammy.  Taste and see that the Lord is good...He is...all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8763586425254320675?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8763586425254320675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8763586425254320675&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8763586425254320675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8763586425254320675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/ramblin-grammy.html' title='Ramblin&apos; Grammy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6472492594058731010</id><published>2010-06-20T20:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:01:38.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog...Temporarily Interrupted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61s8V93WI/AAAAAAAABaY/A2d7G1XQPYI/s1600/100_2152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61s8V93WI/AAAAAAAABaY/A2d7G1XQPYI/s400/100_2152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485021179900976482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Miss Em's team the Angels ended the season undefeated!  Here, our little gals are receiving their pins, after winning the first round of the All Star games yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61E6qhogI/AAAAAAAABZ4/qHVcuI7eQXc/s1600/100_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61E6qhogI/AAAAAAAABZ4/qHVcuI7eQXc/s400/100_2159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485020492255568"/&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;Ian pitching in yesterdays heat...The A's are tied for first.  This Wednesday night they will play the tie breaker...Go A's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61GUEJoZI/AAAAAAAABaI/R5oMZgGZwZk/s1600/100_2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61GUEJoZI/AAAAAAAABaI/R5oMZgGZwZk/s400/100_2165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485020516253802898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy, spent the night with this ol' Grammy last night.  She, Ian and I shared lots of time under Umbrella's at Em's game today.  There was absolutely no shade and Mr. Sun was intense.  Maddy's, team the Tigers took 1st place and she is on to the All Star games next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61FxUKrrI/AAAAAAAABaA/SluRiYYRoD4/s1600/100_2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61FxUKrrI/AAAAAAAABaA/SluRiYYRoD4/s400/100_2138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485020506925739698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware...this face may not be as innocent as it seems.  LOL!   That's our Xavier, hamming it up for the camera and enjoying his Sissy's game.  Well, he spends most of the game with his friends...running, playing and drinking lots of beverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61EQvOgrI/AAAAAAAABZw/8PlD7hwZEug/s1600/100_2172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61EQvOgrI/AAAAAAAABZw/8PlD7hwZEug/s400/100_2172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485020481000997554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angels winning streak ended today, that means the season is over for our gals.&lt;br /&gt;Great job Angels...you made us proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6472492594058731010?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6472492594058731010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6472492594058731010&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6472492594058731010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6472492594058731010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_6440.html' title='This Blog...Temporarily Interrupted'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB61s8V93WI/AAAAAAAABaY/A2d7G1XQPYI/s72-c/100_2152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1214273908347138538</id><published>2010-06-20T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T10:01:32.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB6xk2Ep0TI/AAAAAAAABZo/3OLTtZTRN_g/s1600/100_2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB6xk2Ep0TI/AAAAAAAABZo/3OLTtZTRN_g/s400/100_2164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485016642732282162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1214273908347138538?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1214273908347138538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1214273908347138538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1214273908347138538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1214273908347138538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB6xk2Ep0TI/AAAAAAAABZo/3OLTtZTRN_g/s72-c/100_2164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1449417450871487688</id><published>2010-06-19T22:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:47:45.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Are Daddy's Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB17bTYKemI/AAAAAAAABZg/vl2TZK6fA54/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB17bTYKemI/AAAAAAAABZg/vl2TZK6fA54/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484675630195440226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mama and Daddy the day after they married...April 1950.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always, find myself a little sad on these special days.  My sweet Daddy died suddenly.  And these days, I am reminded that I simply wasn't ready to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;There was 8 of us Musser children and Daddy was so proud of each and every one of us. I will miss him always.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He quoted the the bold part of this Scripture often.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 127:4-5 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt; 4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior&lt;br /&gt;       are sons born in one's youth.  (Daddy said children, not sons)&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blessed is the man&lt;br /&gt;       whose quiver is full of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       They will not be put to shame&lt;br /&gt;       when they contend with their enemies in the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fathers day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1449417450871487688?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1449417450871487688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1449417450871487688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1449417450871487688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1449417450871487688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/blessed-are-daddys-children.html' title='Blessed Are Daddy&apos;s Children'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB17bTYKemI/AAAAAAAABZg/vl2TZK6fA54/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8580950284082442525</id><published>2010-06-19T19:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:20:30.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB1UrMYFmwI/AAAAAAAABZY/vCChBcI9Nrc/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB1UrMYFmwI/AAAAAAAABZY/vCChBcI9Nrc/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484633022240496386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8580950284082442525?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8580950284082442525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8580950284082442525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8580950284082442525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8580950284082442525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TB1UrMYFmwI/AAAAAAAABZY/vCChBcI9Nrc/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8971072479439631297</id><published>2010-06-15T09:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:26:08.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TBeCqh9c50I/AAAAAAAABZI/xhBkF4rbL2Y/s1600/morning-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TBeCqh9c50I/AAAAAAAABZI/xhBkF4rbL2Y/s400/morning-coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482994738529101634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unusually quiet here this morning...I am alone.  Just me, myself and I.  No television, just my handy dandy notebook and a nice freshly ground cup of coffee...Mmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;The beginning of Summer vacation is but a few days away...Tomer and Kell will be on vacation and I will only have Em and Xavie, 3 days during the week.  Tomer and I, have our list of to-do's ready and I am so excited to be getting some things done around here.  First, on my list is painting the living room and play room...sigh.  I still, haven't made a final decision on paint colors though because I have been curtain shopping and so far...nothing thrills me.  Oh, well nothing life shattering.&lt;br /&gt;Next...the BASEMENT!  That place is going to be purged of a lot of junk.  I have decorations for every season and holiday.  What hasn't been used in a while is out of here!  Then...after removing all of the cobwebs, I will scrub every nook and cranny!  Oh, and the bathroom down there needs a total makeover!  Cause the toilet started leaking and since it was rarely used, the tiles need to be replaced.  Lots to do, lots of plans but we've got all Summer to enjoy the gardens and just hanging around the house.  God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;Then, in August our campsites are reserved in East Tawas, our favorite spot on Lake Huron.  Our girls and families, Tomer and I are counting down the days.  Sandy beaches, a gorgeous Lighthouse and lots of great shops to browse in.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd best hush and make my dessert for our Church Leadership Picnic at Elizabeth Park tonight...have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8971072479439631297?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8971072479439631297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8971072479439631297&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8971072479439631297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8971072479439631297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/quiet.html' title='Quiet....'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TBeCqh9c50I/AAAAAAAABZI/xhBkF4rbL2Y/s72-c/morning-coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2030981440158566574</id><published>2010-06-13T22:05:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:48:15.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TBWOvv4KqrI/AAAAAAAABYY/Nwe8A4TNXds/s1600/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TBWOvv4KqrI/AAAAAAAABYY/Nwe8A4TNXds/s400/scan0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482445072350489266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 years ago today...my Daddy was born in this house that he called the "Old Homeplace."   But, today Daddy is in a new Home Place, with his precious Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TBWPTqfVktI/AAAAAAAABYg/1GB5p17XuEA/s1600/daddy+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TBWPTqfVktI/AAAAAAAABYg/1GB5p17XuEA/s400/daddy+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482445689379459794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, was blessed to be raised on the ways and gentle kindness, of this small town Southern man.  Thank you Lord...for Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zwq9RCeISY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zwq9RCeISY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2030981440158566574?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2030981440158566574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2030981440158566574&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2030981440158566574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2030981440158566574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TBWOvv4KqrI/AAAAAAAABYY/Nwe8A4TNXds/s72-c/scan0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-8069698823096894729</id><published>2010-06-04T23:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:18:27.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAnDnA2zYRI/AAAAAAAABYI/akif_wI_7hM/s1600/Heaven_and_Earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAnDnA2zYRI/AAAAAAAABYI/akif_wI_7hM/s400/Heaven_and_Earth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479125496685093138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"It is not your job to change people.  Only to demonstrate what God is like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, to always keep a notebook close by in case a thought or idea comes to mind. Nowadays, I have to jot down the things I hear that leave an impression or touch me deep within...because franky, this ol' gal's memory isn't what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight as I leafed through my handy, dandy notebook.  The above quote jumped out at me!  And I thought, how many times have I questioned another's actions?  As a Christian, I know, that I have been guilty of this...not in a malicious way.  But maybe, a holier than thou way.  You know, the thoughts that run through your mind when someone doesn't keep their word or live up to your expectations.  Because they don't serve God the way you think they should.  Oh, yeah...guilty!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they do things that I would never do...never.  But,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; my convictions&lt;/span&gt; are just that...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my convictions&lt;/span&gt;.  I know fully, that everyone, has to work out their own salvation.  With fear and trembling, I might add, because God's Word says so. But, the reality of it is, when this life is done and we face God...We will not be asked to give account for others...We will stand alone.   &lt;br /&gt;So, the only job I have is to change myself...I am ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-8069698823096894729?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/8069698823096894729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=8069698823096894729&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8069698823096894729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/8069698823096894729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAnDnA2zYRI/AAAAAAAABYI/akif_wI_7hM/s72-c/Heaven_and_Earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-1204076240949649856</id><published>2010-06-01T19:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:23:11.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAWUDKDDKNI/AAAAAAAABYA/fG9-prboXMA/s1600/08spr_trees_01_h_feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAWUDKDDKNI/AAAAAAAABYA/fG9-prboXMA/s400/08spr_trees_01_h_feature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477947303723739346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things in your neck of the woods?  Here, we are experiencing our warmest Spring ever!  At least, that's what Jerry Hodak our local weatherman says.  Just last week when coming out of the Mart, Tomer said " Man, this feels like July not May!" He was right...Jerry said so.  &lt;br /&gt;One good thing about it, is our flowers and vegetables are all in the ground.  And with this heat and a fair amount of rain, things are filling in nicely.  Things are green and lush!&lt;br /&gt;We, are in the middle of redoing some landscaping out front. Everything, has to do well in shade...Any hints?  My Tomer is a lover of trees.  Has been since a boy, when his Uncle Willy, instilled the love of planting in him.  So, that means our front yard is pure shade, this time of year.  The huge Maple Trees have taken over and the shrubs and Weeping Cherry tree are looking plumb pitiful.  Having no sun, has surely stunted their growth.  But, as Tomer always says the trees insulate our home.  And I have to agree, because on these hot days our A/C doesn't come on until way late in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Tomer, is a man of purpose...Always has a plan, a list or both.  He, knows why he does everything!  He, doesn't understand winging it, spur of the moment and never flies by the seat of his pants.  Nope, it's 1...2...3...or...A...B...C.  (sounds like a Jackson 5 song) At the moment he is...1. mowing, so that he can...2. fertilize, because it is...3. going to rain.  Don't worry, he uses no chemicals in our yard. It's Cock-a-doodle-do!  Yes, folks that is the name of it.  We, have a storm drain close by and he is mindful that all run off, flows to the river.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd best quit my rambling, finish my coffee and enjoy the back porch swing a bit.  The rains headed our way will keep me inside tomorrow.  Tomer's plans are right on schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-1204076240949649856?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/1204076240949649856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=1204076240949649856&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1204076240949649856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/1204076240949649856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomers-trees.html' title='Trees...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAWUDKDDKNI/AAAAAAAABYA/fG9-prboXMA/s72-c/08spr_trees_01_h_feature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-2073502982702502692</id><published>2010-05-30T21:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:48:53.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day...My Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMk8E4_8kI/AAAAAAAABX4/fYdHzBzLJuU/s1600/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMk8E4_8kI/AAAAAAAABX4/fYdHzBzLJuU/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477262186336219714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy but 17 years old in his first Army photo.  The photo is a little rough around the edges, but it shows his sweet, handsome face and that's most important.&lt;br /&gt;World War II Vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMk7u9n70I/AAAAAAAABXw/lXwIIDFqXnY/s1600/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMk7u9n70I/AAAAAAAABXw/lXwIIDFqXnY/s400/scan0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477262180450037570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marker provided by the government...lies at Daddy's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMk6-h6x4I/AAAAAAAABXo/LlfAI63W1m0/s1600/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMk6-h6x4I/AAAAAAAABXo/LlfAI63W1m0/s400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477262167448930178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandaddy Carter...Mama's Daddy.  He served and had a wife and 5 daughters waiting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMVEZOvweI/AAAAAAAABXY/NFEFTDUxQU8/s1600/2010-03-04-0947-04_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMVEZOvweI/AAAAAAAABXY/NFEFTDUxQU8/s400/2010-03-04-0947-04_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477244737049051618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but certainly not least...my Tomer.  Ubon, Thailand 1971.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, to all who have served and those serving still.  I am a very thankful American...the land of the free and the home of the brave...because of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-2073502982702502692?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/2073502982702502692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=2073502982702502692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2073502982702502692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/2073502982702502692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_30.html' title='Memorial Day...My Heroes'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79dVBB4X5IM/TAMk8E4_8kI/AAAAAAAABX4/fYdHzBzLJuU/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662440682475649151.post-6207954436231859574</id><published>2010-05-29T23:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:41:28.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G I Joe and Lillie</title><content type='html'>e"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lQk27hPzZs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662440682475649151-6207954436231859574?l=grammyoffive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/feeds/6207954436231859574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1662440682475649151&amp;postID=6207954436231859574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6207954436231859574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662440682475649151/posts/default/6207954436231859574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grammyoffive.blogspot.com/2010/05/g-i-joe-and-lily.html' title='G I Joe and Lillie'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15653217196457292626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErbPv_UeF30/Ts-vFaqNsPI/AAAAAAAAB7g/SNU5NJiuGkk/s220/382914_2655779203940_1539634523_32734252_638562796_nme%2Band%2BTomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
