<?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-19777198</id><updated>2012-01-16T18:37:40.021-06:00</updated><category term='Pictures KB Took'/><category term='Pictures I Took; Photo Challenge'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Things that make me sad'/><category term='I am lucky to have my friends'/><category term='We Took A Road Trip To Iowa And Saw A Lot Of Corn'/><category term='trivial tuesday'/><category term='work BAH'/><category term='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='We love a good road trip'/><category term='tooting my own horn'/><category term='Don&apos;t Touch My Hat'/><category term='I really like music.'/><category term='Fitness Schmitness'/><category term='Guide to Holiday Gift Giving Coolness'/><category term='I really can cook.  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Really.'/><title type='text'>Recipes Week 3?</title><content type='html'>Turns out I'm not that good at this new recipe a week thing either.  I mean, I cook new ones all the time, but I don't seem to blog about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  Just UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's one for cookies that I thought turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gooey Chocolate Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 pkg. (8 oz) cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg (18-1/4oz) chocolate cake mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In large bowl, beat cream cheese and butter until light and fluffy.  Beat in egg and vanilla.  Add cake mix and mix well (dough will be sticky).  Cover and refrigerate for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll rounded tablespoonfuls of dough into balls.  Place two inches apart on ungreased baking sheets (or roll up and put in a big ziploc bag and stick in the freezer).  Bake at 350 degrees for 9-11 minutes (longer is starting from frozen dough) or until tops are cracked.  Cook for 2 minutes before removing from pans to wire racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added walnuts and these dudes were soft and yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go forth and bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-868986252861884826?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/868986252861884826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=868986252861884826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/868986252861884826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/868986252861884826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/recipes-week-3.html' title='Recipes Week 3?'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6795479329824930244</id><published>2011-03-06T09:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:40:36.666-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Toys Make Me Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We love a good road trip'/><title type='text'>Notable</title><content type='html'>A couple notable things happened last week.  Wednesday morning dawned and I was packed and ready to go.  First to Dallas for a work luncheon, then for a Southwest Airlines flight out of Dallas Love Field to Houston's Hobby.  After a shuttle to the hotel and a terrible nights sleep (excitement mixed with anxiety mixed with a strange bed and the lack of my husband to keep me warm) Thursday morning had me on another shuttle.  This time to &lt;a href="http://www.texasdirectauto.com/"&gt;Texas Direct Auto &lt;/a&gt;to picked up my new (to me) car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1aEcT1oSik/TXOld9tK_dI/AAAAAAAACQ4/2XWN6JjJqfI/s1600/HHR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1aEcT1oSik/TXOld9tK_dI/AAAAAAAACQ4/2XWN6JjJqfI/s400/HHR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580986297440992722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a 2010 Chevy HHR LT with just under 12,000 miles.  It has ALL the fun toys.  After driving my pickup, which I do still love, for the last 7 years I am excited to have something that makes traveling a little less expensive and that is easier to get around in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thursday afternoon I was cruising to Galveston, sun roof open, ready for some fresh seafood.  I hit the beach for a while.  In the slightly modified words of Charlie Robison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I heard the ocean singing and I sang along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;while I danced over the water to some old forgotten song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;For your viewing pleasure (again maybe?  I can't remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kGulN5J8e64" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a bite to each at the distinguished and lovely &lt;a href="http://gaidos.com/"&gt;Gaido's &lt;/a&gt;which has been serving fresh, Gulf seafood for 100 hundred years.  I choose the house salad, Watkin's Bisque and Sapporito Shrimp, if you were wondering.  I didn't eat half of it and mourned leaving it and not being able to finish.  It was scrumptious.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, I drove down the Sea Wall Boulevard (it may have another name, I don't know).  I took a picture with my Blackberry's camera, of me, that I actually like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mAYSWt2z2k/TXOn5_S3U9I/AAAAAAAACRA/YV9JHjMfabk/s1600/SeaWallCindy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mAYSWt2z2k/TXOn5_S3U9I/AAAAAAAACRA/YV9JHjMfabk/s400/SeaWallCindy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580988977927115730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I did a little shopping at GNC and Sally's Beauty Supply since I hadn't planned this little excursion to Galveston and was planning on being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I drove MY NEW CAR home!  I love it, Y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6795479329824930244?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6795479329824930244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6795479329824930244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6795479329824930244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6795479329824930244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/notable.html' title='Notable'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1aEcT1oSik/TXOld9tK_dI/AAAAAAAACQ4/2XWN6JjJqfI/s72-c/HHR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-4868225705471859203</id><published>2011-02-14T07:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:31:35.857-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Chocolate-Sour Cream Frosting.</title><content type='html'>It's Valentine's Day.  Happy Valentine's day by the way.   My advice to you is to make cupcakes today.   Plain yellow cupcakes will be fine because you also should put on this frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate-Sour Cream Frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 12oz package of semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of sour cream&lt;br /&gt;4 cups of powdered sugar (this is what the recipes call for, I use HALF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In large saucepan melt chocolate chips and butter over low heat, stirring frequently.  Cool for 5 minutes.  Stir in sour cream.  Gradually add powdered sugar, beating until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it keeps in the fridge for about a week so you can make cupcakes on Saturday too!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-4868225705471859203?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4868225705471859203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=4868225705471859203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4868225705471859203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4868225705471859203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2011/02/chocolate-sour-cream-frosting.html' title='Chocolate-Sour Cream Frosting.'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6634952914070871510</id><published>2011-01-19T14:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:44:54.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's a need, not a want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We really need some tool storage. Really. I can never find anything I want. Ever. Hammer? No idea. Phillips screwdriver? I don't have a clue. Drill? Nope. Nothing. Never. Nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think I can talk KB into this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564000469607961122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TTdM8qEW0iI/AAAAAAAACQs/thjycSZy4Os/s400/PinkToolBox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'cause this is the one I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6634952914070871510?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6634952914070871510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6634952914070871510' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6634952914070871510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6634952914070871510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-need-not-want.html' title='It&apos;s a need, not a want'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TTdM8qEW0iI/AAAAAAAACQs/thjycSZy4Os/s72-c/PinkToolBox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6808488150579678699</id><published>2011-01-12T15:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:58:12.357-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Uhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cOSr6c5I/AAAAAAAACQk/4kXcmUBuG5M/s1600/Gerard-gerard-butler-774866_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561413621708911506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cOSr6c5I/AAAAAAAACQk/4kXcmUBuG5M/s400/Gerard-gerard-butler-774866_1024_768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;KB's Arms look better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cN4eKh5I/AAAAAAAACQc/PlXLnKavAfQ/s1600/Gerard-Butler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561413614671923090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cN4eKh5I/AAAAAAAACQc/PlXLnKavAfQ/s400/Gerard-Butler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cN0eh3EI/AAAAAAAACQU/tZBd5o3Nt0g/s1600/gerard_butler_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561413613599710274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cN0eh3EI/AAAAAAAACQU/tZBd5o3Nt0g/s400/gerard_butler_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cD5haxdI/AAAAAAAACQM/FbdlNqt50Wc/s1600/GB_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561413443155314130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cD5haxdI/AAAAAAAACQM/FbdlNqt50Wc/s400/GB_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6808488150579678699?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6808488150579678699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6808488150579678699' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6808488150579678699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6808488150579678699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/uhhh.html' title='Uhhh'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TS4cOSr6c5I/AAAAAAAACQk/4kXcmUBuG5M/s72-c/Gerard-gerard-butler-774866_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-3749339821837365752</id><published>2011-01-11T08:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:31:57.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I really can cook.  Really.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Recipe of the Week'/><title type='text'>New Recipes Week #1</title><content type='html'>Week One of the Try a New Recipe A Week Challenge that I am doing with &lt;a href="http://hafdozenreasons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kath&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://apronstringsandbabythings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;.  I am such a joiner.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I tried a recipe that my friend Shele gave me years, YEARS ago.  Chicken Enchiladas.  Yum.  Anyway.  I forgot to take any pictures until we had already eaten out of the dish.  Oh well.  Here is what they look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TSxw7vf_2zI/AAAAAAAACQE/TIJXEKVzKHY/s1600/IMGP0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TSxw7vf_2zI/AAAAAAAACQE/TIJXEKVzKHY/s400/IMGP0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560943811560987442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shele's Chicken Enchiladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package of boneless, skinless chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Italian Dressing&lt;br /&gt;2 cans cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;1 16oz container sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 large can chopped green chilies (can use two small cans)&lt;br /&gt;1 package burrito size flour tortillas (8-10 count)&lt;br /&gt;2 packages of pepper-jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican seasoning&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (note from CD: I have no idea what this is, so I added some crushed red peppers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Chachere's (Green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In square baking pan, poor the Italian dressing over the chicken.  Sprinkle a little mexican seasoning and Tony's over each piece.  Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While chicken is baking, grate cheese and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In large saucepan, mix both cans of soup and green chilies.  Add both seasonings (it is less spicy if you leave out the Tony's.  I'd say 2 TBLS of Mexican and about 1 tsp of Tony's to achieve mild to medium "hear".  Let simmer over low to medium heat.  About 20 minutes before the chicken is done, add in the entire container of sour cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove chicken from the oven (leave oven on if you plan to eat immediately following preparation).  Put chicken on a plate and using 2 forks, shred the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a 9x13 baking dish, taken a flour tortilla and put a little of the chicken in it, add some cheese, and cover with two (tablespoon size) scoops of sauce.  Roll it up and start the next one.  After you're done with the tortillas, add any extra chicken to the sauce and stir.  Cover the tortillas in the remaining sauce and chicken.  Cover the sauce with the remaining cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If eating immediately, put in the oven uncovered at 350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes.  If you are heating after being refrigerated, it will need to bake for 30-40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notes from CD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-These are really, really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- KB doesn't care for the taste of sour cream, so they were a little "sour creamy" for him.  Next time I am going to cut back on the sour cream and maybe add a can of green enchilada sauce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-I used bone in chicken breast, because that is what I had.  Same story with the deboning and shredding except, I use my fingers because I don't like the sound of the forks on the plate.  Yes, I know.  Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The 9x13 didn't hold all mine.  Maybe I filled each tortilla with too much chicken and cheese.  I wound up with 5 tortillas in the 9x13 and 3 tortillas in a 8x8.  Since it worked out this way, I probably could have used more sauce, but I didn't worry about it.  They turned out great.  I froze the 8X8, so in a few weeks I'll be able to report how they freeze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**This was actually better left over.  The flavors continued to meld and enhance each other.  In fact, I've got a friend coming over for lunch today.  Menu?  Chicken Enchiladas!  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-3749339821837365752?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3749339821837365752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=3749339821837365752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3749339821837365752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3749339821837365752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-recipes-week-1.html' title='New Recipes Week #1'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TSxw7vf_2zI/AAAAAAAACQE/TIJXEKVzKHY/s72-c/IMGP0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6585781720651240310</id><published>2011-01-03T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:25:23.629-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I really can cook.  Really.'/><title type='text'>New Year, Less Fear</title><content type='html'>That's my theme for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this blog isn't defunct after all.  &lt;a href="http://hafdozenreasons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kath&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://apronstringsandbabythings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria &lt;/a&gt;have resolved to try one new recipe a week and to blog about it.  This just may give me some purpose.  I'll never be a "food blogger", I really don't have it in me.  But, I'd like to do this little challenge.  So, you shall see more of me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6585781720651240310?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6585781720651240310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6585781720651240310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6585781720651240310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6585781720651240310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-less-fear.html' title='New Year, Less Fear'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8208103557113855357</id><published>2010-12-05T21:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:15:52.816-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear readers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Rocks'/><title type='text'>5th Blogiversary (Almost)</title><content type='html'>In a few days I'll be having my 5th Blogiversary.  In 2005 this blog started with &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-decorating.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; about Christmas decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006 I wrote about my &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2006/01/story-about-grandpa.html"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/a&gt; and about our trip with &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/search/label/Red%20Bone%20Coonhound"&gt;Daisy Dawg&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/search/label/Blue%20Lacy"&gt;brand new puppy&lt;/a&gt; to Amarillo for the &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2006/11/wrca-weekend-2006.html"&gt;WRCA Championship Rodeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 I bought my first Digital SLR camera and became &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/search/label/I%20am%20a%20total%20wanna%20be%20photographer"&gt;A Total Wannabe Photographer&lt;/a&gt;.  Also in 2007 KB and I went from&lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/search/label/Redheaded%20Relationship%2FMarriage"&gt; The Redheaded Relationship to The Redheaded Marriage&lt;/a&gt;.  I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n 2008, KB took me on a &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2008/09/iowa-road-trip-part-3.html"&gt;Road Trip to Iowa&lt;/a&gt; for the first time.  I loved it!  I had gastric by-pass surgery and told y'all about it here and then deleted the posts.  Thus began the road to weight loss that so far totals over a hundred pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in 2009, &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/noses-get-broken-and-i-finally-speak-my.html"&gt;I finally spoke my mind&lt;/a&gt;.  KB was laid off from a job he liked.  Also, in 2009 we moved into an &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/search/label/Rollling%20Mansion"&gt;RV!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010, KB and I had difficulties in our marriage and persevered.  While living in our RV, Texas experienced record levels of&lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-days-of-winter.html"&gt; snowfall that our dogs just loved.&lt;/a&gt;  KB got a job that required us to moved to a new town in a new county in the state we love.  We were (and still are) completely excited because as it happens, KB and I have loved this place for years.  We have a&lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-town-hometown.html"&gt; New Hometown&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An impulse turned a five year adventure.  It's been a wild ride that I've shared with you folks here.  As we enter into this wonderful but extremely busy time of year, I want you to know how much I appreciate y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may, or may not write anymore this year.  I may, or may not, write here next year.  My email address is cindydianne_tx(@)yahoo.com, if y'all need me - give me a holler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8208103557113855357?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8208103557113855357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8208103557113855357' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8208103557113855357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8208103557113855357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/12/5th-blogiversary-almost.html' title='5th Blogiversary (Almost)'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-4839670374997792404</id><published>2010-11-25T05:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:08:24.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guide to Holiday Gift Giving Coolness'/><title type='text'>The Third Annual Guide to Holiday Gift Giving Coolness</title><content type='html'>I missed 2009. Let's just call the last half of 2009 through the first half of 2010 the Year of the Funk. I think I shall forgive myself for it. Carry on, nothing to see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there is something to see here. I've been collecting some of my favorite gift ideas. Some of these babies are on sale and in limited supply so get on out there and get them. Apparently, the Monday after thanksgiving is the big online shopping day. So, I shall give you a head start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because credit cards really do get ripped off via &lt;a href="http://www.hammacher.com/Product/Default.aspx?sku=77308&amp;amp;refsku=75815"&gt;electronic signals&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Because  gems in "Mom Jewelery" is so&lt;a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/nestling-birds-necklaces"&gt; yesterday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Because Art needs a nice &lt;a href="http://gifts.redenvelope.com/jewelry/sculpted-jewelry-tree-25455526-25455526?viewpos=4&amp;amp;trackingpgroup=RHMPG"&gt;display&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Because &lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/Catalog/Dining/tabid/493/List/0/CategoryID/111/level/a/ProductID/1579/ProductName/Chalkboard-Jarsuu/Default.aspx"&gt;changing your mind&lt;/a&gt; really should be an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Because not all of us have the attention span to &lt;a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/ticket-stub-diary"&gt;scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Because there is a little &lt;a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/cowgirl-kitchen-towels"&gt;cowgirl&lt;/a&gt; in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Because you shouldn't use plastic when you can &lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/Catalog/Dining/Dining/tabid/493/CategoryID/115/List/0/catpageindex/2/catpagesize/25/Level/a/ProductID/5884/ProductName/Spring-Flowers-Swizzle-Sticks/Default.aspx"&gt;use glass&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Because &lt;a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/udon-noodle-bowls"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; are just cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Because not all hotels offer &lt;a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/sewing-kits"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Because &lt;a href="http://www.herringtoncatalog.com/spa-sandals.html"&gt;Swiss and Spa&lt;/a&gt; mean awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Because an &lt;a href="http://www.garnethill.com/petal-skirt/womens-fashion/skirts/view-all-skirts/183926"&gt;awesome skirt&lt;/a&gt; can take you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Because you really need to be able to pick your &lt;a href="http://martilena.com/products/New"&gt;own fabric.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm your Huckleberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-4839670374997792404?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4839670374997792404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=4839670374997792404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4839670374997792404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4839670374997792404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/third-annual-guide-to-holiday-gift.html' title='The Third Annual Guide to Holiday Gift Giving Coolness'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1058270894978816051</id><published>2010-11-19T09:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:28:55.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Friday, Friday, FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>I took off work today.  YAY!  I slept until 7:30.  I am still in my pj's.  I've FBed, played games, drank coffee, plotted and planned.  KB and I are going to have lunch with our friend/pastor today.  BBQ Baby!  Hammond's has THE best turkey.  LOVE IT.  So, that's what's for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the snazzy dress I ordered for the snazzy wedding we are attending tomorrow night arrives in the mail today!  I have a back up dress, in case you were wondering why I was waiting UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE!  Then I need to pick out my dress and make sure I have the appropriate foundations.  Y'all know what that means, right?  Yep!  "Suck it in" stuff and panty hose *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes to my attention, with a housefull of family impending, that we have a significant shortage of decent pillows.  That needs to be rectified pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friend from back in my Lockheed Martin days and her husband are coming to visit in the late morning tomorrow for a few hours.  I.am.very.excited.  We've had it planned for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM BEHIND ON MY THANKSGIVING PREPARATIONS!  Anyone surprised? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1058270894978816051?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1058270894978816051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1058270894978816051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1058270894978816051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1058270894978816051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-friday-friday.html' title='Friday, Friday, FRIDAY'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-3109405918179240212</id><published>2010-11-17T11:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:27:45.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I really can cook.  Really.'/><title type='text'>The Freezer is My Friend</title><content type='html'>I just mixed, rolled, Ziploc freezer bagged and froze some of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sausage Balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2lbs pork sausage (Jimmy Dean, y'all)&lt;br /&gt;-1.5 cups baking mix&lt;br /&gt;-16 oz shredded cheddar (I used sharp)&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 cup finely diced onion&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 cup finely chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix it all together.  I used my &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/search?q=kitchenaid"&gt;Kitchen Aid Stand Mixer&lt;/a&gt; with the dough hook attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form into 1" balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 375 degrees for 15 minutes (longer is starting frozen) or until golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an alternate recipe that leaves out the celery and the onion and adds 1TBLS Milk.  But, I like the onion and celery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your cleaning and Thanksgiving prep going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-3109405918179240212?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3109405918179240212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=3109405918179240212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3109405918179240212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3109405918179240212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/freezer-is-my-friend.html' title='The Freezer is My Friend'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-4147591558681350202</id><published>2010-11-15T13:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:31:21.828-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump on THIS bandwagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I really can cook.  Really.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Pull Yourself Together</title><content type='html'>I am a planner.  I have a Franklin Covey planner that I use.  A lot.  If you are having a difficult time figuring out how to get ready for Thanksgiving and not lose your mind (like me) then I propose we work together.  I mean, this way we won't be in it alone.  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to post my plan of action.  Feel free to follow along and to post ideas for saving time and energy!  Remember, this is in addition to important stuff like, you know, working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, November 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum sofa cushions *Update - this turned into washing all the slip covers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix up Cranberry Ice Box Cookies and freeze&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix up and bake part one of the Cheesecake crust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit your horse.  Blow in his nostrils.  Kiss on him because  you are one of those, despite knowing better and because it is JJ.  Feed him extra hay from the bed of your pick up.  (and if you can't do this, find something that gives you peace and do it.) *I didn't make it to see JJ*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*I did work on my lab for my Internal Protection class though*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, November 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean the guest room.  Go ahead and vacuum and clean the light fixture.  Make sure the sheets are clean.  Then leave and SHUT THE DOOR.  You are done in there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish the Cheesecake and freeze.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remind your husband that he has a list of things to do before Thanksgiving and that he might want to look at it (because you know that ordering that glass for the baker's rack will take about a week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*Update - Added three loads of laundry and a little closet organization to the list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, November 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean The Girl's room (or the boy's if you have one).  Our isn't going to be here before Thanksgiving to do it herself.  Go ahead and clean that light fixture and ceiling fan.  Sweep or vacuum.  Make sure the sheets are clean.  SHUT THE DOOR.  You are done in there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dice and freeze a couple of onions.  Just get that done.  You know you are going to need them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide if you are setting the table on Thanksgiving or doing a buffet.  Decide about plates and cups and silver.  Make sure any paper you need is on the shopping list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Torment the husband about his list.  Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, November 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean the guest bathroom.  Go ahead and scrub that shower.  Mop the floor.  Clean the light fixtures.  Check there is extra toilet tissue.  Make sure there is shampoo and body wash and towels for your guests.  Shine that mirror!  SHUT THE DOOR.  You are done in there. (except you may have to touch up if someone stops by for a visit, which is encouraged by the way)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean your office.  Dust it.  Put papers away.  Make it as pretty and tidy as you can.  Now, promise to keep it that way.  You can do it!  (this is me giving myself a pep talk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy hosiery for Saturday's fancy wedding.  Wonder for the 50th time why that girl chose the weekend before Thanksgiving to get married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chop nuts.  Pecans, walnuts.  Whatever and however much you are going to need next week.  Just get it over with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, November 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are making dressing/stuffing, go ahead and cook your cornbread.  Cook it.  Let it cool.  Crumble it.  Ziploc bag it.  Freeze it.  (I love my freezer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finalize, if you haven't, your menu.  Tidy up your shopping list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean your kitchen and dining room.  Do it right.  I won't be cooking much the rest of the weekend, so I can just get this part done.  Don't forget the refrigerator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remind the husband of his list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, November 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is a free day for y'all out there in blog world.  I have school, friends coming and to be getting ready for the fancy wedding by around 3:30.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remind your husband about his to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, November 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sweet potato balls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Community Wide Thanksgiving Service at the First Baptist Church.  6PM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This would be a good day to have the kids clean the baseboards.  If they are just dusty, a swiffer cloth will be great.  If they are gooey, a damp cloth may be necessary.  I'll be doing the baseboards room by room because I don't have a kid at home that weekend to force into slave labor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, consider tidying up the laundry room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remind your husband about his to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, November 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean Master bathroom.  Go ahead and scrub that shower.  Mop the floor.  Shine the mirrors and fixtures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean the Master bedroom.  Change the sheets.  Dust.  Pick up books and junk, finding homes for it all as you go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Threaten your husband within an inch of his life if he messes any of it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your turkeys are frozen, take them from the freezer, put them in the pans (or find some other way to catch any oozing yuck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, November 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean the living room.  Dust.  Clean that ceiling fan that has dust on it.  Primp it all up.  Sweep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are making pies that go in the frig and don't have meringue on them (yuck) you can make these Tuesday night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are making giblet gravy, you can cook and chop up the giblets (yuck, my grandmother still does this for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are making candies or cookies, you can bake them today and store in air tight containers.  (Remember, I have frozen cookie dough, so this will be easy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, November 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make the dressing and refrigerate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure the turkey's are defrosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make the Pumpkin and Pecan Pies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the evening, start the dough for the rolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the sweet potato balls out of the freezer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure the kitchen is clean, the dishwasher is emptied and the trash has been taken out before bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do a final sweep for items that didn't find their home during the week and for dust that may have settled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up your much anticipated family at the airport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, November 25th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up at the crack o dawn and start that turkey if you are roasting or smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure your bird is good and dry before you fry it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be thankful for two ovens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish the rolls and set to rising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opt for paper plates and don't feel bad about it.  You are not Martha Stewart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't forget to make tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And for real, don't use that jellied cranberry sauce.  There is usually a cranberry sauce recipe on the bags of fresh cranberries you find at the grocery store - do it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat until you are sick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide which Black Friday sales you are going to brave, if any.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, November 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do it all again for the other side of the family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collapse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, November 27th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, November 28th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask your husband to get down the Christmas boxes.  Listen to him gripe about the number of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go with Crystal to The Ritz in Dallas and don't worry about all the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-4147591558681350202?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4147591558681350202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=4147591558681350202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4147591558681350202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4147591558681350202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/pull-yourself-together.html' title='Pull Yourself Together'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-7571438574351202514</id><published>2010-11-11T08:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:59:06.187-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>"You Don't Turn Here"</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago, I was up in the Messtroplex (DFW y'all).  Coming home I called my Grandmother.  Grandmother is 80 something.  She lives in a cute little apartment by herself, though she does have someone that comes a couple days a week and helps her clean and do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Grandmother, wanna come stay with me in our new awesome house on the hill with a view and a comfortable guest bed?" and she said yes.  So, I scooped her up and we came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way we talked about when she used to live in the areas we drive through to get to our new and awesome small town.  I told her how I go home, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we come up to the Hwy and I get ready to turn, she tells me that this isn't where we turn.  Apparently, 20 years ago when SHE drove this road all the time, the HWY was what is now called Business Highway.  I said "No, Grandmother, this is where we turn".  At this point she again emphasized how wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love her.  Apparently, I didn't know how to get home and needed her help.  I needed her help to drive a road I've driven countless times.  I needed her help to get to my house that SHE HAD NEVER BEEN TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next day I had to take her back home to pick up her medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-7571438574351202514?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7571438574351202514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=7571438574351202514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7571438574351202514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7571438574351202514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-turn-here.html' title='&quot;You Don&apos;t Turn Here&quot;'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-176358812718446384</id><published>2010-11-09T06:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T06:39:00.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday'/><title type='text'>I've Got A Tip For You Tuesday #26</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have two today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Clean your shower and bathtub right after you use it.  That's when the steam has helped loosen the grime.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Once a week, give your toilet bowl an overnight soaking of white vinegar.  By morning, it will be disinfected.  Just flush clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-176358812718446384?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/176358812718446384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=176358812718446384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/176358812718446384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/176358812718446384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-got-tip-for-you-tuesday-26.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday #26'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8090424502352528270</id><published>2010-11-08T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:40:02.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My style'/><title type='text'>Exposed!</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed.  It is a horrible thing.  Currently, laundry duties are twice as difficult because of storage.  You see, my linens are exposed!  It's kind of like having your unmentionables on the kitchen table when someone drops by - unsettling.  I easily spend double, maybe triple the amount of time normal folding linens.  The towels aren't a problem.  The sheets? Oh.my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, feel my pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TNgnuFPGjuI/AAAAAAAACPQ/dHEs9K3A-Hc/s1600/IMGP0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TNgnuFPGjuI/AAAAAAAACPQ/dHEs9K3A-Hc/s400/IMGP0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537219414485012194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8090424502352528270?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8090424502352528270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8090424502352528270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8090424502352528270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8090424502352528270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/exposed.html' title='Exposed!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TNgnuFPGjuI/AAAAAAAACPQ/dHEs9K3A-Hc/s72-c/IMGP0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5673933757685820913</id><published>2010-11-05T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:20:25.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not My Style'/><title type='text'>Worn Out</title><content type='html'>I am tired.  I'm not sure if it is the additional stress brought on by the "new" job or the allergens floating around or my body's anticipation of the horrid thing that is called Standard Time.  But, whatever it is, it is no longer welcome.  I just can't cope with this amount of tired.  I don't have time for this amount of tired.  This amount of tired sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I noticed that I've whined/complained/griped almost all week in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for an attitude of gratitude.  I'll get on that, just as soon as I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5673933757685820913?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5673933757685820913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5673933757685820913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5673933757685820913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5673933757685820913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2975899541135288736</id><published>2010-11-04T13:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:25:05.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Boo hoo</title><content type='html'>I am sad to put away my Halloween decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TNL6Fld08ZI/AAAAAAAACPI/SPnV41eAmlc/s1600/IMGP0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TNL6Fld08ZI/AAAAAAAACPI/SPnV41eAmlc/s400/IMGP0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535761865855267218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Daisy likes it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2975899541135288736?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2975899541135288736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2975899541135288736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2975899541135288736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2975899541135288736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo hoo'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TNL6Fld08ZI/AAAAAAAACPI/SPnV41eAmlc/s72-c/IMGP0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-860618633388698110</id><published>2010-11-02T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:20:41.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work BAH'/><title type='text'>The Raise Wasn't Big Enough</title><content type='html'>I took a new position within the same company back in July.  It was very exciting because it was a promotion.  It was very scary because I was going to be less in control of my work than before.  After 3 1/2 months, I can honestly tell you that the raise wasn't big enough to justify the additional stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-860618633388698110?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/860618633388698110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=860618633388698110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/860618633388698110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/860618633388698110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/raise-wasnt-big-enough.html' title='The Raise Wasn&apos;t Big Enough'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-3057928448811640494</id><published>2010-11-01T08:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T08:48:18.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The horses help keep me sane'/><title type='text'>An Incredible Start To November!</title><content type='html'>After a too short trip to the ranch, we are home again.  It's funny.  It doesn't feel like we were in Oklahoma long enough, but it feels like we were away from home for too long.  Does that make any sense at all?  I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of the quick trip up to the ranch was to pick up &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20horses%20help%20keep%20me%20sane"&gt;JJ (the Great)&lt;/a&gt; and bring him home.  We finally located a place to board him that we like and feel confident will take good care of him.  I didn't know how much I missed him and how much I needed him back close to me until we picked him up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's about 20 minutes away happily munching on hay and Equine Senior.  He's got other horses to be friends with and I have INDOOR ARENAS to ride in when it is cold and rainy!  It's going to be a completely tolerable winter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I want to, I can go see him RIGHT NOW!  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-3057928448811640494?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3057928448811640494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=3057928448811640494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3057928448811640494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3057928448811640494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/incredible-start-to-november.html' title='An Incredible Start To November!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2508670284409772917</id><published>2010-10-30T06:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T06:05:01.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>We're at the ranch.  I set this post to auto-publish.  And yes, I know that Saturday isn't Halloween.  But, I what to give you some fun facts about the spooky day.  But, it doesn't seem right to do it on The Lord's Day (as if they aren't all His).  So, here are some facts about October 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Celtic festival celebrated 2,000 years ago, Halloween has evolved into a fixture of American culture that encompasses spooky folk traditions - from early Scottish and Irish immigrants to German, African, Haitian, English and Dutch beliefs and customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ancient Celtic people hid themselves in ghoulish disguises on Oct. 31, so that any malicious spirits they encountered wouldn't recognize them as human.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trick-or-Treating as we know it today became popular between 1920 and 1950.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The top Halloween costumes last year were witches and vampires for adults and princesses and Spider-man for kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trick-or-Treating for UNICEF began in 1950 in one Pennsylvania school and now is a national campaign that has raised nearly $160 million to provide clean water, food, medicine and other assistance for children worldwide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The jack-o'-lantern evolved from a medieval Irish tradition of using carved-out, candle lit turnips as lanterns.  The turnips were placed on gateposts to ward off evil spirits.  Irish immigrants in America began using more easily carved native pumpkins their jack-o'-lanterns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although Halloween always has had spooky, otherworldly connections, it wasn't until the 1978  movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; that the holiday became associated with violence and horror.  Considered a horror film classic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; was filmed in 21 days on a budget of $320,000.00 and became the highest-grossing independent movie of its time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Americans spend some $5 billion to $7 billion a year on Halloween.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What do y'all say that next year we all DON'T spend money on Halloween, pool it together and do some good.  It sounds like a plan to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2508670284409772917?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2508670284409772917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2508670284409772917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2508670284409772917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2508670284409772917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6187869545225759010</id><published>2010-10-26T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:13:00.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday'/><title type='text'>I've Got A Tip For You Tuesday # 25</title><content type='html'>Clean your oven!  Seriously! It's grody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove tough stains from the bottom of the oven by spreading automatic dishwasher soap or baking soda and covering it with wet paper towels before you go to bed.  Simply wipe clean the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, put aluminum foil down there for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6187869545225759010?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6187869545225759010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6187869545225759010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6187869545225759010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6187869545225759010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-got-tip-for-you-tuesday-25.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday # 25'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2714370823611067749</id><published>2010-10-25T08:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:13:10.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump on THIS bandwagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Good Ol' Southern Dunkin</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a big deal 'round these parts.  After much teeth gnashing and angst, KB was Baptized.  A vast majority of the people in Baptist churches get baptized earlier in life.  KB, always one to buck a trend, didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never a big deal, until recently.  You see, in order to join a Baptist church one has to have been baptized by immersion.  It's our thing.  John immersed Jesus, so we do the same.  To us, it is just how it is.  KB and I wanted to join a local church that we love and therefore, KB needed to be "dunked", as he so eloquently puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a little self-conscious that he hadn't done this particular act of obedience earlier in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNwOY2B5I/AAAAAAAACPA/2OrQK9P2K2I/s1600/IMGP0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNwOY2B5I/AAAAAAAACPA/2OrQK9P2K2I/s400/IMGP0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531983576930060178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, he went ahead and did what he needed to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNv8jeWpI/AAAAAAAACO4/pfHJJ5SRwRY/s1600/IMGP0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNv8jeWpI/AAAAAAAACO4/pfHJJ5SRwRY/s400/IMGP0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531983572142807698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our wonderful church didn't make too big of a deal about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNvt65cEI/AAAAAAAACOw/cVpCUmikeUQ/s1600/IMGP0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNvt65cEI/AAAAAAAACOw/cVpCUmikeUQ/s400/IMGP0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531983568214519874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They just loved him through it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNu8b7K2I/AAAAAAAACOo/usc2RIoo69s/s1600/IMGP0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNu8b7K2I/AAAAAAAACOo/usc2RIoo69s/s400/IMGP0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531983554931272546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we came home and ate lasagna.  It was a great, awesome, wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2714370823611067749?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2714370823611067749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2714370823611067749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2714370823611067749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2714370823611067749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-ol-southern-dunkin.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Southern Dunkin'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TMWNwOY2B5I/AAAAAAAACPA/2OrQK9P2K2I/s72-c/IMGP0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6880317466370363288</id><published>2010-10-08T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:44:01.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd and mysterious ways we entertain ourselves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am a Perpetual Student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am lucky to have my friends'/><title type='text'>Beesy</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year, I guess.  The weather cools down and all that activity we've put off during the heat of the summer commences.  In my case, I have a year's worth of not baking to catch up on.  For example, I am in the process of  mixing up a Colossal Batch of Oatmeal Cookies - 13 dozen to be exact.  I won't be baking them all.  I like to roll 'em up and freeze them for eating a couple at a time or when we have company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of company, we've been having guests every weekend.  It's awesome!  I missed my friends and family while we were living in the Rolling Mansion.  I can't imagine why no one came to visit!  What with them having to sleep on an air mattress in the living room and all.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TK9wHWae6-I/AAAAAAAACOY/hKKMN5hisL0/s1600/bee_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TK9wHWae6-I/AAAAAAAACOY/hKKMN5hisL0/s400/bee_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525758539384941538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School is going just fine.  I took the mid-term 6 days after starting the class and scored 85 out of 85.  Then, I figured out that I could graduate in Spring 2012 if I took one 16 week and two 6 week courses each semester rather than just two 8 week courses a semester.  So much for taking it easy, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am in the process of filling out an application (WHAT A PAIN) to teach for the local community college.  Honestly, I am hoping for an online medium.  Mainly because that is how I think I would be most comfortable starting out.  I figure it will be good experience and look good on the resume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TK9wHPZHDeI/AAAAAAAACOQ/P4V7HYmpdVY/s1600/bee_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TK9wHPZHDeI/AAAAAAAACOQ/P4V7HYmpdVY/s400/bee_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525758537500134882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of resumes, I updated mine.  I finally broke down and took off the old objective statement.  I figure they know, if they are getting the resume, that I'm looking for a job.  Not that I am looking for a job, because I am not.  Well, I am looking for a teaching job, but not a new full-time job.  Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is October.  I love October.  I giggled like a school-girl when I started taking out my beloved Halloween decorations.  I guess technically I am a school-girl, but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all come and visit!  I keep the guest room ready all the time!  &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2009/08/raymond-gary-or-is-it-gary-raymond.html"&gt;We'll leave the light on for you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6880317466370363288?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6880317466370363288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6880317466370363288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6880317466370363288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6880317466370363288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/beesy.html' title='Beesy'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TK9wHWae6-I/AAAAAAAACOY/hKKMN5hisL0/s72-c/bee_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-9023973917221697796</id><published>2010-10-07T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:51:09.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Call to Action'/><title type='text'>WMU</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night I attended a pot luck for the women at our church.  First, you just have to love any excuse to have a bunch of church folk cook for you.  Second, it was for the Women's Mission Union.  We talked about Operation Christmas, which we are hijacking a bit this year and sending the shoe boxes to a orphanage in Uganda.  We learned a little more about Human Trafficking.  People, it's bad.  A few facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 161 countries out of 192 are involved in some manner of human trafficking&lt;br /&gt;- Women and children are the favored targets, making us 80% of the people being trafficked&lt;br /&gt;- Industrialized countries are the main source of slaves or labor servants approximated at 15.5 million victims&lt;br /&gt;- The Superbowl (being help in North Texas this next year) brings in approximately 50,000 trafficked individuals, many in the form of prostitution, each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all think about how we can help, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-9023973917221697796?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9023973917221697796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=9023973917221697796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9023973917221697796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9023973917221697796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/wmu.html' title='WMU'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1350857194873097153</id><published>2010-09-30T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:14:47.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I really can cook.  Really.'/><title type='text'>The Slow Cooker Is My Friend</title><content type='html'>Make it your friend too.  Try this recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slow Cooker Tamale Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb ground beef&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp cumin&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 can (15 oz) black beans, drained and rinsed&lt;br /&gt;1 can (14 oz) diced tomatoes with green chilis (I used Rotel)&lt;br /&gt;1 can (11 oz) whole kernel corn, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 can (10 oz) enchilada sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 green onions, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup minced fresh cilantro (I didn't have this)&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg (8 1/2 oz) corn bread mix&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded Mexican cheese blend (I used whatever was in the fridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In large skillet, cook beef over medium heat until no longer pink, drain.  Stir in the spices.  Transfer to a slow cooker.  Stir in beans, tomatoes, corn, enchilada sauce, onions and cilantro.  Cover and cook on low for 6-8 hours or until heated through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In small bowl, combine the muffin mix and eggs; spoon over meat mixture.  Cover and cook 1 hour longer or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with cheese, cover and let stand for 5 minutes.  Serve with sour creak and additional cilantro is desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         - Taste of Home, September 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 32px; height: 24px;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1350857194873097153?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1350857194873097153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1350857194873097153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1350857194873097153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1350857194873097153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/slow-cooker-is-my-friend.html' title='The Slow Cooker Is My Friend'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-3339016899324893793</id><published>2010-09-24T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:56:50.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a total wanna be photographer'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Received some 8x10 and larger prints of my pictures today.  I just might make a photographer.  They are pretty dang good, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-3339016899324893793?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3339016899324893793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=3339016899324893793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3339016899324893793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3339016899324893793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2556683493325916474</id><published>2010-09-23T18:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:28:50.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am a Perpetual Student'/><title type='text'>Because I Am Just A Glutton For Punishment</title><content type='html'>I applied for and was accepted into a Master of Science Information Assurance program.  It it from a school in Maryland and is online.  SO, I don't have to commute to attend.  It is in my field.  I have co-workers in the program so we can share books.  The large telecom company will pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think I had that much to lose, except maybe my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2556683493325916474?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2556683493325916474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2556683493325916474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2556683493325916474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2556683493325916474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/because-i-am-just-glutton-for.html' title='Because I Am Just A Glutton For Punishment'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-3019610928531120937</id><published>2010-09-14T16:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:26:42.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Bone Coonhound'/><title type='text'>She's Bad to the Bone!</title><content type='html'>She likes creatures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAGgdcy3XI/AAAAAAAACOA/zTl9uF80x8I/s1600/1954972724_8187c602aa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAGgdcy3XI/AAAAAAAACOA/zTl9uF80x8I/s400/1954972724_8187c602aa_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516916698259840370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creature Comforts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAE1zRhbUI/AAAAAAAACN4/DrszERFtAPA/s1600/342967546_8df08b9aef_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAE1zRhbUI/AAAAAAAACN4/DrszERFtAPA/s400/342967546_8df08b9aef_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516914865872137538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wacky Perches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAEq34_thI/AAAAAAAACNw/PkY3ZOFJ-yU/s1600/Daisy_Table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAEq34_thI/AAAAAAAACNw/PkY3ZOFJ-yU/s400/Daisy_Table.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516914678132880914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vintage Tableclothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJADcJTQhLI/AAAAAAAACNo/W9n5YClG7xQ/s1600/IMGP0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJADcJTQhLI/AAAAAAAACNo/W9n5YClG7xQ/s400/IMGP0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516913325596771506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Odd Locations...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAHWpt7_sI/AAAAAAAACOI/9Uo5fRR7yhI/s1600/IMGP0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAHWpt7_sI/AAAAAAAACOI/9Uo5fRR7yhI/s400/IMGP0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516917629265903298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wacky Hidey Holes - including my unpacked suitcase with now dirty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that can have you more furious one minute and laughing the next than a hound.  There is nothing that can make you more proud one minute and more embarrassed the next than a hound.  If you have never had one - I completely recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-3019610928531120937?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3019610928531120937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=3019610928531120937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3019610928531120937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3019610928531120937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/shes-bad-to-bone.html' title='She&apos;s Bad to the Bone!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TJAGgdcy3XI/AAAAAAAACOA/zTl9uF80x8I/s72-c/1954972724_8187c602aa_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-4868480128357595261</id><published>2010-09-11T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:51:31.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><title type='text'>It's September 11th</title><content type='html'>I feel like I should write a rousing tribute to the men and women who died in the World Trade Center 9 years ago.  Sadly, I have a bad case of writer's block and all I can really do it tell you that I WILL NEVER FORGET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also never forgive those that had a hand it that tragedy.  God tells us to forgive.  God commands us to forgive as He forgives us.  I just cannot do it.  I can't forgive those people who contributed to the destruction of those people, our way of life, my child's naivety and security,  and my friends and family and people I don't even know who continue to fight for us because of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-4868480128357595261?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4868480128357595261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=4868480128357595261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4868480128357595261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4868480128357595261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-september-11th.html' title='It&apos;s September 11th'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6006703241396333124</id><published>2010-09-09T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:11:24.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>I can't get the stupid white board I bought to stay on the dang wall!  I'm annoyed.  Someone come fix it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6006703241396333124?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6006703241396333124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6006703241396333124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6006703241396333124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6006703241396333124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-4201774842420671874</id><published>2010-09-08T18:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:26:11.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrown</title><content type='html'>I kind of feel like this blog is a horse I've been thrown off of and I know I need to get back on but I am hesitant.  Wonder why I am hesitant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-4201774842420671874?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4201774842420671874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=4201774842420671874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4201774842420671874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4201774842420671874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/thrown.html' title='Thrown'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6299982911726389664</id><published>2010-08-14T10:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:31:47.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me HAPPY'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Time of Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If heaven was an hour, it would be twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TGa0oLvRytI/AAAAAAAACM8/9mErImEPPLw/s1600/Sunset_081110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TGa0oLvRytI/AAAAAAAACM8/9mErImEPPLw/s400/Sunset_081110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505286196945865426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the fireflies start their dancin' on the lawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TGa0nuJOfwI/AAAAAAAACM0/doVZSKFW19c/s1600/Sunset_moon_081110_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TGa0nuJOfwI/AAAAAAAACM0/doVZSKFW19c/s400/Sunset_moon_081110_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505286189001637634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And supper's on the stove and mamma's laughin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TGa0nS5qPkI/AAAAAAAACMs/lQqL4G74pJI/s1600/Sunset_Moon_081110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TGa0nS5qPkI/AAAAAAAACMs/lQqL4G74pJI/s400/Sunset_Moon_081110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505286181688589890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And everybody's workin' day is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As seen and heard from the deck of the new and not yet settled home on the hill!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Lyrics from "If Heaven" by Andy Griggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6299982911726389664?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6299982911726389664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6299982911726389664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6299982911726389664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6299982911726389664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favorite-time-of-day.html' title='My Favorite Time of Day'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TGa0oLvRytI/AAAAAAAACM8/9mErImEPPLw/s72-c/Sunset_081110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8252917150879083745</id><published>2010-08-01T00:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:23:25.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollling Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures in a Small Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me HAPPY'/><title type='text'>Alive and... Well, We're Moving</title><content type='html'>Tonight is our last night as full time Rolling Mansioners.  (Knock on wood) We move tomorrow.  Actually, we started tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDLIUBb1I/AAAAAAAACMc/2Ou_yH0KH6M/s1600/Outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDLIUBb1I/AAAAAAAACMc/2Ou_yH0KH6M/s400/Outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500306009647837010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDdHK-oPI/AAAAAAAACMk/1RJktLyeoZ8/s1600/hr3347133-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDdHK-oPI/AAAAAAAACMk/1RJktLyeoZ8/s400/hr3347133-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500306318579114226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Office with a view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDK2LpiZI/AAAAAAAACMU/bMZSxEXQ_Po/s1600/LivingRoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDK2LpiZI/AAAAAAAACMU/bMZSxEXQ_Po/s400/LivingRoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500306004780878226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDKi8Wn9I/AAAAAAAACMM/ZP-5sqPnuHk/s1600/Kitchen_Dining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDKi8Wn9I/AAAAAAAACMM/ZP-5sqPnuHk/s400/Kitchen_Dining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500305999616450514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen and looking into Dining Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDKInez9I/AAAAAAAACL8/claCEs5P5YE/s1600/Bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDKInez9I/AAAAAAAACL8/claCEs5P5YE/s400/Bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500305992549584850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And my favorite part!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I am alive.  Very much alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8252917150879083745?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8252917150879083745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8252917150879083745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8252917150879083745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8252917150879083745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/alive-and-well-were-moving.html' title='Alive and... Well, We&apos;re Moving'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TFUDLIUBb1I/AAAAAAAACMc/2Ou_yH0KH6M/s72-c/Outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8372692068370551047</id><published>2010-07-19T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T05:39:00.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not My Style'/><title type='text'>Chairs as Art?  Art as Chairs?</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the laundry mat waiting for KB's jeans to dry the other day I was pursuing &lt;a href="http://luxemagazine.com"&gt;Luxe &lt;/a&gt;magazine.  Before you go thinking I am some kind of sophisticated chick, I should confess that it was the first time I'd ever heard of Luxe, much less used it as eye candy.  I saw some really pretty things.  I'll probably show you some of them, because really I want a record of them for the someday that we build our own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I do that, I want to show you these chairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TEPXDBlqX9I/AAAAAAAACL0/VuxXEaMEHcI/s1600/clarke-reilly-chairs-at-blackman-cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TEPXDBlqX9I/AAAAAAAACL0/VuxXEaMEHcI/s400/clarke-reilly-chairs-at-blackman-cruz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495472417288118226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think they look like they have garbage bags draped on them.  They are supposed to be some sort of awesome, artsy, high-end beauty.   The garbage bag fabric is made from Vintage Mennonite petticoats.  Ok, that part is kind of neat.  However, the way it is used?  Ugh.  Just UGH!  Seriously?  I think these things are about $65,000US.   Worth it?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Stupid Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8372692068370551047?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8372692068370551047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8372692068370551047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8372692068370551047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8372692068370551047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/chairs-as-art-art-as-chairs.html' title='Chairs as Art?  Art as Chairs?'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TEPXDBlqX9I/AAAAAAAACL0/VuxXEaMEHcI/s72-c/clarke-reilly-chairs-at-blackman-cruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1713203881086382002</id><published>2010-07-14T13:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:13:24.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrrr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>White Chapel</title><content type='html'>*Insert Picture of Pretty White Chapel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert Picture of Pretty White Chapel's Sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert Picture of Pretty White Chapel's Original Building*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert Picture of Valley where Pretty White Chapel Sits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bemoan the fact that I didn't have a memory card in my camera when I took these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1713203881086382002?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1713203881086382002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1713203881086382002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1713203881086382002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1713203881086382002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/white-chapel.html' title='White Chapel'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-3066545262777709445</id><published>2010-07-08T20:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:22:27.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures in a Small Town'/><title type='text'>Five Oaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TDZ8EjzybNI/AAAAAAAACLs/LDN7zs8E3Ik/s1600/IMGP0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TDZ8EjzybNI/AAAAAAAACLs/LDN7zs8E3Ik/s400/IMGP0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491713213398674642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TDZ8ELFaSNI/AAAAAAAACLk/CEJpwcjxfHQ/s1600/IMGP0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TDZ8ELFaSNI/AAAAAAAACLk/CEJpwcjxfHQ/s400/IMGP0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491713206761703634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TDZ8DpteFiI/AAAAAAAACLc/ZJKnRv5DyzU/s1600/IMGP0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TDZ8DpteFiI/AAAAAAAACLc/ZJKnRv5DyzU/s400/IMGP0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491713197802919458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chisolm Trail, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-3066545262777709445?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3066545262777709445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=3066545262777709445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3066545262777709445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3066545262777709445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-oaks.html' title='Five Oaks'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TDZ8EjzybNI/AAAAAAAACLs/LDN7zs8E3Ik/s72-c/IMGP0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6548420218138660235</id><published>2010-07-02T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:51:45.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures in a Small Town'/><title type='text'>Awesome Bridge</title><content type='html'>On the way from Whitney to Glen Rose on Wednesday, KB and The Girl discovered this bridge.  Apparently it was awesome.  So awesome that it is now and probably forever (or however long she lives) dubbed "Awesome Bridge" in Samantha, the GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took me back out there and we got out and did some walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCy8Ov5emWI/AAAAAAAACLU/nnVa36-Wpq0/s1600/IMGP0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCy8Ov5emWI/AAAAAAAACLU/nnVa36-Wpq0/s400/IMGP0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488969007419529570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was in service for nearly 100 years.  Once dubbed the Queen of the Brazos, it sits beside its replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv4QGGORGI/AAAAAAAACLE/FknXxFOITSM/s1600/IMGP0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv4QGGORGI/AAAAAAAACLE/FknXxFOITSM/s400/IMGP0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488753526279390306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we walked about 1/3 of the way onto the bridge, we spied a flower.  We walked on over to see why it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv3nUqGSBI/AAAAAAAACK8/eMCqxdTeESM/s1600/IMGP0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv3nUqGSBI/AAAAAAAACK8/eMCqxdTeESM/s400/IMGP0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488752825813321746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It turned out to be sobering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv3IJV6uXI/AAAAAAAACK0/ba_8mWemwM0/s1600/IMGP0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv3IJV6uXI/AAAAAAAACK0/ba_8mWemwM0/s400/IMGP0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488752290199943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's almost too bad that they paved over the original boarding.  But, on the other hand, it wouldn't have been used for nearly a hundred years if they hadn't done some modernization to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv5CF_xuEI/AAAAAAAACLM/ruU9XaMm1JE/s1600/IMGP0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv5CF_xuEI/AAAAAAAACLM/ruU9XaMm1JE/s400/IMGP0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488754385245812802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to catch The Girl when she isn't cheesing for the camera these  days.  I do a lot of shots that she doesn't know about.  She really  likes the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv2hcmAmSI/AAAAAAAACKs/_yCpV2oj4TQ/s1600/IMGP0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv2hcmAmSI/AAAAAAAACKs/_yCpV2oj4TQ/s400/IMGP0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488751625352812834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She fancies herself a bit of a dare devil.  But, notice the grip!  She was really enjoying the view from her perch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv2F0VTBgI/AAAAAAAACKk/0AwVxhhHUmI/s1600/IMGP0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCv2F0VTBgI/AAAAAAAACKk/0AwVxhhHUmI/s400/IMGP0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488751150688830978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And really, who can blame her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6548420218138660235?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6548420218138660235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6548420218138660235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6548420218138660235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6548420218138660235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesome-bridge.html' title='Awesome Bridge'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCy8Ov5emWI/AAAAAAAACLU/nnVa36-Wpq0/s72-c/IMGP0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-7368147178640820995</id><published>2010-06-30T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:30:17.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures in a Small Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me HAPPY'/><title type='text'>New Town (Hometown)</title><content type='html'>Both separately and together, KB and I have wanted to live in this town for years.  We came here on our first road trip which corresponded to our third date.  The  town that we had our first official day in today.  After we move out of  our Rolling Mansion and into a home, this will be the town that will be  on our little "KB and CindyDianne, Glen Rose, Texas" sign when we go on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our new hometown.  The town we just left didn't feel like home.   This one already does. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is knowing that we are here for the long term makes the  difference.  Maybe knowing how long we've loved this place is the reason for the new attitude.   Whatever the reason, we couldn't be happier to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved the Sara Evans song "New Hometown".  I identified with  it because I really needed to escape the big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every day we walk  right past&lt;br /&gt; All the concrete and the glass&lt;br /&gt; I don't know where we're going&lt;br /&gt; I hardly ever see your face&lt;br /&gt; And there's not enough space&lt;br /&gt; For all the love we should be growing&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt; We just need a little earth to stand on&lt;br /&gt; Plant our hearts on solid ground&lt;br /&gt; Turn the lights out on this city&lt;br /&gt; And wake up in a new hometown&lt;br /&gt; We'll stand out in our front yard&lt;br /&gt; Where we can finally breathe&lt;br /&gt; If we find a little earth to stand on&lt;br /&gt; Baby you and me&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Imagine Friday football games&lt;br /&gt; Where everybody knows our names&lt;br /&gt; They even stop to say hello&lt;br /&gt; I bet they'll have a town parade&lt;br /&gt; Kids selling lemonade&lt;br /&gt; Baby, don't you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songwriters: Schelske, Sara Linn; Evans,  Matt; Smith, Shaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Baby, I really did want to go!  KB doesn't think a person can have a new hometown.  And in a certain  way, he's right.  You are from where you are from, that's your hometown.   I'll always be a Mansfield Tiger.  But, I'd like to think you can make a  new town your hometown.  I'm going to be giving it my very best shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned in the days to come as I give y'all a tour of our new home(town).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-7368147178640820995?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7368147178640820995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=7368147178640820995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7368147178640820995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7368147178640820995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-town-hometown.html' title='New Town (Hometown)'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8522144060229999999</id><published>2010-06-28T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:27:29.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday KB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCjbK50RaRI/AAAAAAAACKc/o4wFqqFlVwM/s1600/HappyBirthday7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCjbK50RaRI/AAAAAAAACKc/o4wFqqFlVwM/s400/HappyBirthday7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487877126316189970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here is to many, many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8522144060229999999?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8522144060229999999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8522144060229999999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8522144060229999999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8522144060229999999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-kb.html' title='Happy Birthday KB!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCjbK50RaRI/AAAAAAAACKc/o4wFqqFlVwM/s72-c/HappyBirthday7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2874611135253076633</id><published>2010-06-25T09:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:23:20.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Toys Make Me Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures in a Small Town'/><title type='text'>Haven't Given Up</title><content type='html'>I haven't given up on my little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we got a post office box in our new town.  Did you know you need TWO forms of ID with your address on them and one of them has to be a picture ID in order to get a PO Box?  I didn't.  Fortunately, I had what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove around the little side roads to get places.  We did this because I'll be taking the side roads on my scooter.  The scooter I am hoping to have shortly.  The scooter we are selling the Neon so I can have it.  The scooter I see myself on with a matching helmet and scooting about town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCS53jgVydI/AAAAAAAACKM/FsNeXIGKsWQ/s1600/mc_lbq2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCS53jgVydI/AAAAAAAACKM/FsNeXIGKsWQ/s400/mc_lbq2306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486714610118937042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCS539tr2hI/AAAAAAAACKU/o_UDcw3HZVg/s1600/mc_lbq2309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCS539tr2hI/AAAAAAAACKU/o_UDcw3HZVg/s400/mc_lbq2309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486714617154230802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute will I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2874611135253076633?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2874611135253076633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2874611135253076633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2874611135253076633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2874611135253076633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/havent-given-up.html' title='Haven&apos;t Given Up'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TCS53jgVydI/AAAAAAAACKM/FsNeXIGKsWQ/s72-c/mc_lbq2306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6727947353171531864</id><published>2010-06-14T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:59:20.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings On</title><content type='html'>Friday we drove to Glen Rose and picked out our place to move the Rolling Mansion.  The plan is to stay in the RV for a couple more months and make some friends and connections.  Hopefully, that and prayer will pave the way for a cute little house on a few (or a bunch) of acres at an affordable price.  We may have to rent for a while longer than we had planned if we were staying in Hill Co.  The real estate is quite a bit more expensive in our new county.  There is also a lot fewer roads in horrid shape.  They also don't fix the bumps in county roads by laying down a bunch of white gravel, as is the case on our current road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might even be able to keep a vehicle clean, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove a section of road that we hadn't driven before and it is even more beautiful than the other parts we've explored.  We didn't think that was possible.  We are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to decide if we are going to take a quick trip to &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Mexico%20Really%20Is%20the%20Land%20of%20Enchantment"&gt;The Land of Enchantment&lt;/a&gt; before KB starts work and won't have vacation time for quite a while.  I think we should go if we can swing it.  Vacation time after this will be dedicated to family in Iowa for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my first order for portraits that I took last night.  I hope the quality is what I want.  If not, I'll send them somewhere else.  :-D  To make the ordering of pictures a bit easier, I used Shutterfly to slap together a quick web site.  Check it out at &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.shutterfly.com/"&gt;http://cindydianne.shutterfly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all for today.  I apologize for the boring post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6727947353171531864?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6727947353171531864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6727947353171531864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6727947353171531864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6727947353171531864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/goings-on.html' title='Goings On'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-604973991803744910</id><published>2010-06-10T19:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:28:07.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollling Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things We&apos;ve Learned About RV Living'/><title type='text'>News!</title><content type='html'>It appears we have another move on our horizon; our immediate horizon.  KB got the job in Glen Rose.  Wait a minute.  Just take a look at that again!  KB got the job in Glen Rose.  The job that we wanted so badly 10 months ago.  My cousin/friend Crystal said "See?  God wasn't saying 'No'  He was saying 'Not now, have faith'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be rolling the mansion about 40 minutes down the road on June 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and speaking of the rolling mansion.  My dad diagnosed the a/c issue and KB replaced the offending part (capacitor) for $6.77!  How awesome is that.  Now the rolling mansion is pleasantly warm instead of hotter than heck.  I mean, it really is difficult to cool a tin can.  But, $6.77? That's a blessing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very excited.  Seriously excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a promotion!  I start a new position in a new department next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things are looking up!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-604973991803744910?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/604973991803744910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=604973991803744910' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/604973991803744910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/604973991803744910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/news.html' title='News!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1240376136874651236</id><published>2010-06-07T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:18:51.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me hot under the collar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollling Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things We&apos;ve Learned About RV Living'/><title type='text'>Not Charming</title><content type='html'>1.  Deer hit our truck.  $2000.00 worth of damage.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dad loaned us his boat.  3 days later it broke.&lt;br /&gt;3.  A/C in the Rolling Mansion broke on the same day as the boat.&lt;br /&gt;4.  KB didn't get the job in the County we live in...&lt;br /&gt;5.  I've had tough go of it at my  job, though it seems to have worked out.  More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news?  KB had another job interview today for the job he wanted but didn't get last summer.  I wrote about how disappointing that was &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-now.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  Maybe we won't be disappointed this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news?  It is hot; record heat hot.  No a/c in Texas is NOT CHARMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1240376136874651236?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1240376136874651236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1240376136874651236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1240376136874651236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1240376136874651236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/not-charming.html' title='Not Charming'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-3572929169525442512</id><published>2010-05-28T13:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:26:46.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Charming</title><content type='html'>Savannah just might be the most charming city in the United States.  It's beautiful.  Trevor said that with 22 town squares it is the smallest big town he's ever seen.  It's quaint even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAAVNWPNJOI/AAAAAAAACJ0/H3X3d6GLjdg/s1600/IMGP0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476400465934361826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAAVNWPNJOI/AAAAAAAACJ0/H3X3d6GLjdg/s400/IMGP0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spanish moss and lamp posts every where you look.  Did you know that Spanish Moss isn't moss at all?  It is an airborne plant.  A long time ago the settlers tried to use it in mattresses.  That didn't work out very well.  It has chiggers in it.  So, look.  Don't touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAATmHdOVeI/AAAAAAAACJk/-rAcGeVdtUc/s1600/IMGP0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476398692440102370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAATmHdOVeI/AAAAAAAACJk/-rAcGeVdtUc/s400/IMGP0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Savannah is built along the Savannah river.  It has been there since 1733.  They built it on bluffs and because of that it has never been flooded by the river.  Never.  I guess New Orleans could have taken a lesson, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAASrH_ud6I/AAAAAAAACJc/kBFjeMmNRYg/s1600/IMGP0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476397678972532642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAASrH_ud6I/AAAAAAAACJc/kBFjeMmNRYg/s400/IMGP0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The largest industry in Savannah is not tourism (which is second), it is shipping.  It is the second largest container port on the East coast.  It is so popular, in part, because it is so far inland.  If you look at a map and draw a line South from Dayton, OH you will bump into Savannah.  Because of this, shipping the Central and Western United States is shorter and therefore less expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476399291027655922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAAUI9XnjPI/AAAAAAAACJs/7yctgSIB6PU/s400/IMGP0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt; If I ever have to move to the East coast.  You will find me here.  I will be in one of those old haunted houses with a big front porch drinking sweet tea and waving at the people passing by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476400948749660706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAAVpc3V8iI/AAAAAAAACJ8/1u_ivaWDP0g/s400/IMGP0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I mean, even the water fountains are charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-3572929169525442512?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3572929169525442512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=3572929169525442512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3572929169525442512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/3572929169525442512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/charming.html' title='Charming'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/TAAVNWPNJOI/AAAAAAAACJ0/H3X3d6GLjdg/s72-c/IMGP0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8732847891139082481</id><published>2010-05-21T09:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:48:33.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S_ac9_87goI/AAAAAAAACJU/8D3G0MoOm5U/s1600/IMGP0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S_ac9_87goI/AAAAAAAACJU/8D3G0MoOm5U/s400/IMGP0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473734986068361858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken a lot of picture yet.  So much beauty, so hard to not get a bunch of people I don't want in the frame.  Hopefully, today will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8732847891139082481?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8732847891139082481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8732847891139082481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8732847891139082481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8732847891139082481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-havent-taken-lot-of-picture-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S_ac9_87goI/AAAAAAAACJU/8D3G0MoOm5U/s72-c/IMGP0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1715873252728529914</id><published>2010-05-17T18:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:17:09.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Took A Road Trip To Iowa And Saw A Lot Of Corn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Ask Me How I Know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Out and Back</title><content type='html'>USAF pilots do these things called "Out and Back's" where they fly out somewhere and then back on the same day.  It is kind of how I feel right now; though in reverse.  My "out" is home.  I am here for a day and then Back on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Des Moines last night at 5:30 (that's 1730, for those of you on a 24 hour clock) and arrived this morning around 6:00 (0600).  I drove for about 200 miles. Maybe.  KB drove all night.  I'd wake up for a while, ask him if he was ok and fall back to sleep.  I'm not that great of a road trip companion though I hope that KB will disagree.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, Trevor and I are leaving tomorrow night and flying to Atlanta, staying the night and then setting off on an adventure in Savannah.  Maybe I'll use my camera more than I did in Iowa (which is to say not at all) this time.  I've always kind of wanted to go to Savannah.  Though, if I am being honest, I always thought it would be a romantic trip... I really wish KB were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor and I will be back on Sunday afternoon.  Maybe I'll post, maybe I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss KB already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1715873252728529914?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1715873252728529914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1715873252728529914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1715873252728529914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1715873252728529914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/out-and-back.html' title='Out and Back'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6083026500120805369</id><published>2010-05-14T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:20:14.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Took A Road Trip To Iowa And Saw A Lot Of Corn'/><title type='text'>Greetings from Iowa</title><content type='html'>We made an emergency trip to Iowa on Wednesday afternoon/evening.  KB's 97 year old grandma fell and broke her hip.  She had high risk surgery (mostly because of her age) to repair it yesterday morning.  KB drove all night Wednesday night and we arrived here yesterday morning at 0630.  We made it to the hospital just after they took her (early, btw) to surgery and spent an anxious couple of hours waiting for her to come out of surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her room, she had a difficult time waking up.  But, she eventually did.  She said "OH, KB. I am so glad you are here" and went back to sleep.  About 45 minutes later, she woke up and said she was hungry.  She VERY quickly ate a container of jello and drank some apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a hoot.  Really.  I am so glad she made it through surgery.  Before surgery, she was saying she didn't know why she was still here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably stay until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying with Crystal and Randy.  They were brave souls to put us up.  AND OUR DOGS.  Did I mention that we brought the dogs?  Randy and Crystal have two dogs and a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy hasn't stopped stalking the cat since we got here 24 hours ago.  She lies in wait for hours.  I've never seen a more patient dog.  It is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen any corn yet.  But, we've been in town.  Though, it may be a little early in the season.  I don't really know that much about growing corn up here.  At home, our corn is about knee high.  Mundane, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6083026500120805369?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6083026500120805369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6083026500120805369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6083026500120805369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6083026500120805369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/greetings-from-iowa.html' title='Greetings from Iowa'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-4810232467633624509</id><published>2010-05-10T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:50:00.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Macro Monday #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s63OHcULI/AAAAAAAACIU/ZSZ43Nd2qpg/s1600/WackyTree_May_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s63OHcULI/AAAAAAAACIU/ZSZ43Nd2qpg/s400/WackyTree_May_2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466027293100757170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, KB is interviewing for a position that, if offered and accepted, will move us to East Texas.  Talk about a change.  Pray for us that God' will for our location, employment is done and that we make our decisions wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-4810232467633624509?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4810232467633624509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=4810232467633624509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4810232467633624509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4810232467633624509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/macro-monday-3.html' title='Macro Monday #3'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s63OHcULI/AAAAAAAACIU/ZSZ43Nd2qpg/s72-c/WackyTree_May_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6084037534753742838</id><published>2010-05-09T09:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:57:01.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures in a Small Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am lucky to have my friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a total wanna be photographer'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day Y'all</title><content type='html'>Aside from my own mother, one of my favorite mom type people is my childhood friend, MC.  I've written about her &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2007/10/mc.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt; and she is very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC is the one (person) I tell everything to without worry of judgment or lack of support.  We've been through it all since the 4th grade.  Really.  Anyway, Friday night I took pictures of her daughter, Errin.  They weren't just pictures, but Senior pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-bQPraubiI/AAAAAAAACJM/JyaywDr6pf4/s1600/Errin_2010_Adjusted_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-bQPraubiI/AAAAAAAACJM/JyaywDr6pf4/s400/Errin_2010_Adjusted_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469287765259480610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are re-shooting on Tuesday because a) we started late and lost the light and b) about a third of the pictures were under exposed because I pulled an amateur (which fits, no?) mistake and didn't double check how they were turning out.  But... some of them are stunning...if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-bQPRfq4PI/AAAAAAAACJE/DHFVm7mAm6U/s1600/Errin_2010_Adjusted_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-bQPRfq4PI/AAAAAAAACJE/DHFVm7mAm6U/s400/Errin_2010_Adjusted_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469287758300897522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted something different from the other Senior Portraits she's seen.  She said most of the ones she has seen were taken in the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens.  And that IS a gorgeous place to have one's photo taken.  I've had a few taken there over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3817946235_2726340dbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/3817946235_2726340dbc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember love, love, loving this outfit and my mom hardly ever let me wear it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2594/3818756350_fae8548bb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2594/3818756350_fae8548bb4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't judge the quality of the photographer based on what these look like!  They were scanned directly from my mom's scrap book, plastic film and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It turns out there are a bunch of really awesome and different places for portraits in our small town.  We were told off by a chihuahua on our way into the field to get the rusted out truck pictures.  I had to stand in the middle of the road for some of them and MC wasn't great and warning me there were cars coming.  But, I really like how Errin's are turning out.  She's such a gorgeous girl...maybe some of her pictures will be portfolio worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6084037534753742838?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6084037534753742838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6084037534753742838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6084037534753742838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6084037534753742838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day-yall.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day Y&apos;all'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-bQPraubiI/AAAAAAAACJM/JyaywDr6pf4/s72-c/Errin_2010_Adjusted_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-9193591843705245919</id><published>2010-05-08T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:50:00.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting is the hardest job EVER'/><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>-Trevor is going through his first break up.  It is tough.  I hurt for him.  The hardest part is that I am mostly helpless to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one thing to know it will eventually happen and another for it to  be happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Girl has her first boyfriend.  We got a text message Wednesday night that said "Im just gonna come rite out and say this but Connor ask me out today and i said yes and i dnt want to keep this a secret so yahhh i just want to tell you all this.  i love yooh"  (yes, she typed it EXACTLY like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later her relationship status on Facebook went from "Single" to "In a relationship".  Oh yay!  She's 13.  Just YAY!  Can I tell you just how excited her father is?  Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one thing to know it will eventually happen and another for it to be happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-9193591843705245919?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9193591843705245919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=9193591843705245919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9193591843705245919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9193591843705245919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6184904988700799926</id><published>2010-05-07T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:50:30.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>I.am.so.glad.it.is.Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo shoot (Senior portraits) tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday up to the Metroplex for Mother's Day, hotel stay and KB's interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that KB has an interview on Monday for a County "Trapper" position.  He really wants to do this job.  Though, this interview is for the position in East Texas.  The benefit to getting the position in this particular county is that is comes with a (free) house and 4 acres to live in and they pay the electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next week or so, the County Trapper position for the county we live in now should come available.  The benefit to getting this particular position is that we already live here, we mostly like the area and it is closer to the metroplex and our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just praying for the doors to be opened on the position that He wants KB to take and that the doors be closed for the position that He doesn't think will best reflect His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish KB luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6184904988700799926?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6184904988700799926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6184904988700799926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6184904988700799926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6184904988700799926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-362166201875741342</id><published>2010-05-05T06:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:01:00.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Toys Make Me Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self portrait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a total wanna be photographer'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Bluebonnets</title><content type='html'>KB and I try to take some bluebonnet pictures together.  It started with our engagement photo, beautifully photographed by my friend Edie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/461606304_ba95902935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/461606304_ba95902935.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we waited kind of late.  The bluebonnets are past their peak.  And, tonight we waited kind of late to start... like almost dark.  They didn't turn out well.  But, it was really about playing with my new toy.  I ordered a remote control shutter release for my camera.  No more doing the 12 second hustle on self timer.  It is a really nice (and inexpensive) addition to my arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One photo, I cropped the heck out of in order to 1/2 way like it.  You can see a single bluebonnet over shoulder on the left of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-DiEQBbUrI/AAAAAAAACI0/h9v6O2rSyPA/s1600/Bluebonnet_Epic_Fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-DiEQBbUrI/AAAAAAAACI0/h9v6O2rSyPA/s400/Bluebonnet_Epic_Fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467618510276088498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one that was 1/2 way decent with bluebonnets (though not pretty any longer) showing was the Kissy, Kissy one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-DiE2JldPI/AAAAAAAACI8/vuApAixQdUU/s1600/Bluebonnet_KissyKissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-DiE2JldPI/AAAAAAAACI8/vuApAixQdUU/s400/Bluebonnet_KissyKissy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467618520510854386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a shame we didn't get these pictures made sooner; both in the day and in the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;On a side note, have you noticed that every since I took the pressure off myself regarding the my blog, I've been posting?  Hmmm.  Verrrry Interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-362166201875741342?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/362166201875741342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=362166201875741342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/362166201875741342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/362166201875741342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-bye-bluebonnets.html' title='Bye Bye Bluebonnets'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/461606304_ba95902935_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1787124151167022609</id><published>2010-05-04T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:44:13.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday'/><title type='text'>I've Got A Tip For You Tuesday #24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-BNnMGGtjI/AAAAAAAACIs/vAG8cLIgIuk/s1600/PreSpotConcentrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-BNnMGGtjI/AAAAAAAACIs/vAG8cLIgIuk/s400/PreSpotConcentrate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467455283284850226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had oil in my new sweater.  I decided to move the oil drainer pan thingy the other day while wearing my new short sleeve, topper type sweater.  I got oil on it.  OIL!  (which made me think of the BP Disaster in the Gulf and you don't EVEN want me to get started on that)  But, I used Pre-Spot by Melaleuca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-BNm-STsiI/AAAAAAAACIk/0y5N55gNxeE/s1600/rprespot_bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-BNm-STsiI/AAAAAAAACIk/0y5N55gNxeE/s400/rprespot_bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467455279577936418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That oil came right out.  No problem.  That being said, there is a little catch.  Melaleuca is a direct sales company that specializes in eco-friendly products.  Their home products are phenomenal and I've been using them for ... 4 years exclusively.  I love them.  Like most direct sales companies, you need to sign up in order to get the best deal on the products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, this isn't a pitch to get you to join me in buying Melaleuca.  Mainly, I just wanted to tell you how excited I was that the spot remover got OIL (CAR OIL) out of my sweater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tip is this... if you are looking for eco-friendly cleaners, check out &lt;a href="http://melaleuca.com"&gt;Melaleuca&lt;/a&gt;.  It is good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1787124151167022609?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1787124151167022609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1787124151167022609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1787124151167022609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1787124151167022609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-got-tip-for-you-tuesday-24.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday #24'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S-BNnMGGtjI/AAAAAAAACIs/vAG8cLIgIuk/s72-c/PreSpotConcentrate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1347879599202416712</id><published>2010-05-03T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T06:46:00.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Macro Monday #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s0Ic60-eI/AAAAAAAACIE/Jonw7bjpzn4/s1600/Abilene_2009_Signed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s0Ic60-eI/AAAAAAAACIE/Jonw7bjpzn4/s400/Abilene_2009_Signed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466019892550760930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1347879599202416712?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1347879599202416712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1347879599202416712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1347879599202416712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1347879599202416712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/05/macro-monday-2.html' title='Macro Monday #2'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s0Ic60-eI/AAAAAAAACIE/Jonw7bjpzn4/s72-c/Abilene_2009_Signed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5949749017735593580</id><published>2010-04-30T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:10:14.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollling Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a total wanna be photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Rocks'/><title type='text'>Blog Identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s_nH7yoKI/AAAAAAAACIc/0-KOCnapDyk/s1600/MO_BotanicGardens_May2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s_nH7yoKI/AAAAAAAACIc/0-KOCnapDyk/s400/MO_BotanicGardens_May2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466032514121506978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog, like its writer, is experiencing an identity crisis.  Not sure what to do with it, I'll continue to update occasionally, but without the pressure I put on myself, until I get a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot going on in our world.  The vagabond nature of our existence is wearing on us.  Turns out, we are both "Put roots down" kind of folk.  That being said, if we were truly using the Rolling Mansion for its intended purpose and making trips, I would be A-OK with that adventure.  But, being in our 6th month of park hosting ... well, we are tired of it.  We will tough it out in order to get some money in savings, if we can ever stop finding things to spend our money on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking at our future and making plans.  We are dealing with a teenage girl that we don't have enough control over.  We are dealing with living in a place that we don't know anyone.  We are dealing with major issues in our marriage (which are much, much better with counseling and increased communication).  See?  I told you there is a lot going on.  Who knows?  Maybe the answer is to go and start a new blog where no one knows me and say what is really on my mind.  Here, I feel I am responsible to my friends and my family to not be completely free with turning my thoughts into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might finish my "Story of Me" series or at least do a few more posts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might continue to publish some of my photography.  Though, I should probably spend more time on Flickr getting the constructive criticism I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might let some people do Guest Posts (volunteers?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for certain, I will not make this blog a stressor when it is supposed to be an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5949749017735593580?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5949749017735593580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5949749017735593580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5949749017735593580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5949749017735593580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-identity-crisis.html' title='Blog Identity Crisis'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S9s_nH7yoKI/AAAAAAAACIc/0-KOCnapDyk/s72-c/MO_BotanicGardens_May2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-7887863938641728224</id><published>2010-04-27T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:11:01.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I Was A Substitute Teacher</title><content type='html'>for about 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked like 6 times.  It wasn't fun.  But, I did it because I was trying to pay for the board for my horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I worked as a sub, I was working at Trevor's High School.  It was a Sophomore Science class.  Trevor made the announcements that day.  That made it pretty cool.  It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, this kid, a man child, walked up to me and asked me out on a date.  I laughed and said "No.  You are too young and I am married."  The man child said "That's ok.  Hooray for 3-way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing.  I told him to sit down.  I should have sent him to the office for disciplinary action.  I should have said or done something.  But, I had nothing.  If he had been a man man instead of a man child, I probably would have had a clever come back.  He wasn't.  I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the last time I was a substitute teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, correctly, I didn't have what it took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-7887863938641728224?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7887863938641728224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=7887863938641728224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7887863938641728224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7887863938641728224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-substitute-teacher.html' title='I Was A Substitute Teacher'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1340809780873886508</id><published>2010-04-20T08:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:23:17.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a total wanna be photographer'/><title type='text'>Wanna Be Photographer</title><content type='html'>I am a total wanna be photographer.  Occassionally, I take a picture that people see and really like.  Occasionally, the people that see them and really like them know me in real life and ask me to take their picture.  Sometimes, I say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I had two sessions scheduled.  One with Beth who is a Bible study friend and fellow equine nonsense partaker.  The other was Errin, whose Mom is like my sister and they want me to do Errin's Senior pictures.  The weather was perfect for it in Glen Rose, but not up in the Metroplex where it rained all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story, short, Beth came to Glen Rose and we took some lovely pictures.  I am still running through them doing that crop and enhance thing.  Though, honestly, I don't have photoshop so I don't do much to my photos.  I like to think it is making me a better photographer.  But, I think that is just what I tell myself to make me feel better about not having Photoshop!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on Sunday, Kent drug me out of the house kicking and screaming to "Get in the right frame of mind".   We had The Girl, who is a great character with a cheesy smile and an awesome subject.  I captured her pretty well in this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S82xcYp02zI/AAAAAAAACHc/nP8kiSjb88Y/s1600/Ivy_Bluebonnet_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S82xcYp02zI/AAAAAAAACHc/nP8kiSjb88Y/s400/Ivy_Bluebonnet_2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462217024282614578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the few I got without the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, I have to go find a decent lab, figure out how to get digital files to them, figure out how to price prints, figure out if I can take pictures that people want to actually pay for prints of, figure out ALL KINDS OF THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck, here is a couple of the pics of Beth (unfinished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S823128xqMI/AAAAAAAACHk/1AjF7jMfpeI/s1600/Beth_Preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S823128xqMI/AAAAAAAACHk/1AjF7jMfpeI/s400/Beth_Preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462224058981656770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8232jmxYGI/AAAAAAAACHs/V1awJh9NXkU/s1600/Beth_Preview_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8232jmxYGI/AAAAAAAACHs/V1awJh9NXkU/s400/Beth_Preview_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462224070968959074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I mention it started raining at the end of our session?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critique? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1340809780873886508?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1340809780873886508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1340809780873886508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1340809780873886508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1340809780873886508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/wanna-be-photographer.html' title='Wanna Be Photographer'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S82xcYp02zI/AAAAAAAACHc/nP8kiSjb88Y/s72-c/Ivy_Bluebonnet_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5010052795249655034</id><published>2010-04-19T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:05:00.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Macro Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8vPYOx2g8I/AAAAAAAACHU/7ZoIZzSPD0A/s1600/WhiteRose_Macro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8vPYOx2g8I/AAAAAAAACHU/7ZoIZzSPD0A/s400/WhiteRose_Macro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461686988307858370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Stupid Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5010052795249655034?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5010052795249655034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5010052795249655034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5010052795249655034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5010052795249655034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/macro-monday.html' title='Macro Monday'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8vPYOx2g8I/AAAAAAAACHU/7ZoIZzSPD0A/s72-c/WhiteRose_Macro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-7509922944524182336</id><published>2010-04-16T09:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:42:59.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things you may or may not want to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Rocks'/><title type='text'>Friday Blessings</title><content type='html'>I am tired.  Like, super duper tired.  I am physically tired.  I am mentally tired.  I am tired of driving.  I am tired of working.  I really want to go to bed and watch 19 hours of mindless TV.  I will probably only watch 4 or 5 at some point in the very near future because... because my latest addiction is Brothers and Sisters and Season 2, Disk 2 just arrived from Netflix.  Of course, it is down at the mail box place in town and I am tired.  Maybe KB will pick it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your bluebonnet picture.  It should probably have been done on Monday for Macro Monday.  But, I hadn't taken it on Monday and I can't wait until this Monday because I don't have another bluebonnet picture to post and I am too tired to go take one.  See a trend?  Tired and run on sentences.  I am never too tired to be the queen on run on sentences.  Somethings are just a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8h1ezGAZPI/AAAAAAAACHM/QUdVLeetXdU/s1600/Bluebonnet_Macro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8h1ezGAZPI/AAAAAAAACHM/QUdVLeetXdU/s400/Bluebonnet_Macro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460743720158651634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  Happy weekend and all that junk.  I'll be running to dance recitals, attempting to clean up with extreme mess of a Rolling Mansion, watching Brothers and Sisters and taking photographs of actual people if you need me.  Which, honestly, I hope you don't need me.  I am tired.  Plus, you not needing me is one reason we are so close!  I need you!  You don't need me.  It's in the contract, if you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-7509922944524182336?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7509922944524182336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=7509922944524182336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7509922944524182336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7509922944524182336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-blessings.html' title='Friday Blessings'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8h1ezGAZPI/AAAAAAAACHM/QUdVLeetXdU/s72-c/Bluebonnet_Macro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5977449047995539662</id><published>2010-04-15T06:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:03:37.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Bluebonnet Week Continued</title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all.  I'm up in the Metroplex for a conference.  So, this won't be long... but I promised bluebonnet pictures this week.  No time to make them all pretty since I HAD to go shopping last night because I got here and hated what I brought to wear once I put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the color of bluebonnet most people think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8b_TG1Xi_I/AAAAAAAACG8/rK443dqde3c/s1600/IMGP0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8b_TG1Xi_I/AAAAAAAACG8/rK443dqde3c/s400/IMGP0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460332301950356466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know they also show up in this color? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8b_4efhP5I/AAAAAAAACHE/LGrYcb6QwSI/s1600/IMGP0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8b_4efhP5I/AAAAAAAACHE/LGrYcb6QwSI/s400/IMGP0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460332943956328338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you like better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5977449047995539662?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5977449047995539662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5977449047995539662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5977449047995539662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5977449047995539662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/bluebonnet-week-continued.html' title='Bluebonnet Week Continued'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8b_TG1Xi_I/AAAAAAAACG8/rK443dqde3c/s72-c/IMGP0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5930072601164208463</id><published>2010-04-13T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:20:45.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>G.R.I.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grit &lt;/span&gt;(grit) n.  firmness of mind or spirit; unyielding courage in the face of hardship or danger. Alternatively, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;irls &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;aised &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;exas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluebonnets have grit people.  Like the girls from their home state, they bloom in the face of adversity.  Bar ditches along highways?  Yes.  Fields with cows stomping all over them? Yes.  Rocky hillsides next to a wind blown lake? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8Tdp4bDSFI/AAAAAAAACG0/_Vdfl7P4y80/s1600/Bluebonnet_GRIT_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8Tdp4bDSFI/AAAAAAAACG0/_Vdfl7P4y80/s400/Bluebonnet_GRIT_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459732359870105682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like some horses I've owned (not at all like me), bluebonnets are also counter suggestive.  You want them to bloom in your front pasture?  Only if it is their idea.  You want them to take from seed in the back of your place?  Was it their idea?  Because otherwise, no.  The trick, like with some of the horses I've owned (not at all like me) is to make those silly blue bonnets think it was their idea to bloom there.  So far, I've not figured out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8TdoZiBqwI/AAAAAAAACGs/NUPHSRrmJ0k/s1600/Bluebonnet_GRIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8TdoZiBqwI/AAAAAAAACGs/NUPHSRrmJ0k/s400/Bluebonnet_GRIT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459732334397991682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I get the real deal on making these babies bloom where planted, I'll let you know.  Right now, you just have to deal with the little counter suggestive beauties.  Just meet them where they are.  mmmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://across.co.nz/GRITexas.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;funny little article when I was googling Girls Raised in Texas.  Y'all read it, ya hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5930072601164208463?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5930072601164208463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5930072601164208463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5930072601164208463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5930072601164208463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/grit.html' title='G.R.I.T.'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8Tdp4bDSFI/AAAAAAAACG0/_Vdfl7P4y80/s72-c/Bluebonnet_GRIT_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2511136965297485278</id><published>2010-04-12T16:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:08:39.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><title type='text'>Bluebonnet Time</title><content type='html'>In Texas, we have Summer, Fall, Winter and Bluebonnet time.  Our Spring lasts about as long as the bluebonnets, give or take a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of year that you see families gathered along the side of highways braving traffic and tip toeing through the flowers for just the right location for a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of year that families pack picnic lunches and head out on wild flower watching excursions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of bluebonnets, it is bluebonnet week at this here blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite bluebonnet pictures.  Of course, the adorable model might have something to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8OUWWnh1fI/AAAAAAAACGk/pGefR5yF0aM/s1600/Trev_BlueBonnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8OUWWnh1fI/AAAAAAAACGk/pGefR5yF0aM/s400/Trev_BlueBonnet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459370285052581362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2511136965297485278?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2511136965297485278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2511136965297485278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2511136965297485278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2511136965297485278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/bluebonnet-time.html' title='Bluebonnet Time'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S8OUWWnh1fI/AAAAAAAACGk/pGefR5yF0aM/s72-c/Trev_BlueBonnet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6237504996194803096</id><published>2010-04-11T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:48:20.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Rocks'/><title type='text'>Help Me.</title><content type='html'>In Flickr, how does one view only the photos marked "public" and be signed in where one can change the permissions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6237504996194803096?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6237504996194803096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6237504996194803096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6237504996194803096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6237504996194803096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-me.html' title='Help Me.'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-9078279172604952083</id><published>2010-04-10T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:30:26.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I feel like telling the Truth about Something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My style'/><title type='text'>Wacko Waco</title><content type='html'>KB and I were having a pretty good day in Waco.  We went to a local &lt;a href="http://thebearmountain.com/"&gt;adventure outfitter&lt;/a&gt; and contributed to their bottom line.  KB bought a crazy pair of &lt;a href="http://www.vibramfivefingers.com/indexNA.cfm"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;.  We had some lunch.  We went to a couple western wear stores.  It was all so nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I decided it was time for a new bra and time for me to brave *GASP* Victoria's Secret.  For the record, if you ever are feeling too good about yourself, all you need to do is go to this store.  I left thinking that I would rather go to Lane Bryant and get the satisfaction of trying on the smallest stuff in that store than ever darken the door of VS again.  The secret?  Not going.  Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-9078279172604952083?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9078279172604952083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=9078279172604952083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9078279172604952083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9078279172604952083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/wacko-waco.html' title='Wacko Waco'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-7769921171814458212</id><published>2010-04-09T16:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:09:13.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Wild Flowers</title><content type='html'>It's wild flower time in Texas.  Beautiful.  Seriously gorgeous.  I've been all over the States, but nothing is more beautiful to me than Texas, this time of year.  I've always said that a beautiful day in Texas is more beautiful than any other place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst my pelican stalking I've been taking some wild flower pictures.  Here's an Indian Paintbrush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7-lSKrR5dI/AAAAAAAACGc/iZGvYrCroRg/s1600/Paintbrush_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7-lSKrR5dI/AAAAAAAACGc/iZGvYrCroRg/s400/Paintbrush_2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458263004918441426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-7769921171814458212?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7769921171814458212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=7769921171814458212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7769921171814458212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7769921171814458212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/04/wild-flowers.html' title='Wild Flowers'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7-lSKrR5dI/AAAAAAAACGc/iZGvYrCroRg/s72-c/Paintbrush_2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1698478445181009101</id><published>2010-04-07T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:00:41.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Pelican Stalking</title><content type='html'>Did I mention the white pelicans are migrating through?  They are here on our lake.  We've been trying to get a couple decent pictures.  The silly things are proving quite elusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7yPhU5jALI/AAAAAAAACGU/Rp3VqPHtMOc/s1600/PelicanStalking_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7yPhU5jALI/AAAAAAAACGU/Rp3VqPHtMOc/s400/PelicanStalking_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457394651174731954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this is the best one I've gotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7yPhU5jALI/AAAAAAAACGU/Rp3VqPHtMOc/s72-c/PelicanStalking_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-7448605937255564997</id><published>2010-04-04T06:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:37:00.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>That's My King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59c3f37a42d7f2c5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;He is YOUR Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Have you accepted Salvation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;The Grace of Salvation is yours - Just Ask Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-7749411256299881683</id><published>2010-03-31T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:41:48.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Rocks'/><title type='text'>Header</title><content type='html'>I put up the Easter/April header early.  I couldn't wait to see the pretty, pretty colors.  Plus, Easter is in early April.  I might change the header to something non-Eastery later in the month.  But, I wouldn't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WIND IS BLOWING the Rolling Mansion around and whistling in the windows and I am tired of it.  It's time for March to go out like a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-7749411256299881683?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7749411256299881683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=7749411256299881683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7749411256299881683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7749411256299881683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/header.html' title='Header'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5164893036446502447</id><published>2010-03-29T20:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:10:28.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness Schmitness'/><title type='text'>The Devil's Concubine</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago, KB placed an order online.  He quickly began his obsessive tracking of the package which was coming from CalifornI-A.  It took 4 days and I wasn't sure he was going to be able to stand the long, long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7Fb1ODzfJI/AAAAAAAACF8/dpKwUzjKSo0/s1600/TSPABX_03_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7Fb1ODzfJI/AAAAAAAACF8/dpKwUzjKSo0/s400/TSPABX_03_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454241593587629202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo from the http://fitnessanywhere website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fitnessanywhere.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After using it last week, I hobbled around for 3 days.  I am hoping after tonight's work out that I'll be able to get out of bed tomorrow.  Calling this thing effective is an understatement.  Apparently I am going to be fit, even if KB has to drag me into it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://fannymanson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; posted on FB about Asian Beetles, calling them The Devil's Concubine of Bugs.  This is The Devil's Concubine of workout equipment.  Thanks for the description Angela.  I needed a descriptive for this monstrosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on my mobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5164893036446502447?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5164893036446502447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5164893036446502447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5164893036446502447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5164893036446502447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/devils-concubine.html' title='The Devil&apos;s Concubine'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S7Fb1ODzfJI/AAAAAAAACF8/dpKwUzjKSo0/s72-c/TSPABX_03_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5957740762388052999</id><published>2010-03-26T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:32:41.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>48 Hours in the Twitterland of CindyDianne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cindydianne... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     has a pimple that looks suspiciously like a 3rd eye situated squarely between my eyebrows.  Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     hates touching raw chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     is it just me or is assless chaps redundant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     letting the damn dog out (at 12:30AM) to potty since she is too big a wuss to do it in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     nights like this make me thankful for full care boarding for JJ - just sayin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     has put on her toe rings for the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you haven't been missing all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5957740762388052999?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5957740762388052999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5957740762388052999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5957740762388052999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5957740762388052999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/48-hours-in-twitterland-of-cindydianne.html' title='48 Hours in the Twitterland of CindyDianne'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6959085724703729300</id><published>2010-03-23T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:23:36.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things that make me HAPPY'/><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>In the midst of some really tough times, a huge blessing has surfaced.  I unknowingly paid off our truck back on February 19th.  What?  How could I not know?  First, I had it in my head that it would be paid off in November.  Second, I am not good at mail.  This turns out to be a good thing, because I kept sending payments in an attempt to pay it off early and lo and behold, we now have money in a savings account.  Money we hadn't planned on.   So now, we have a little money AND we have a little more money each month to a) buy another vehicle and b) pay off other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6959085724703729300?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6959085724703729300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6959085724703729300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6959085724703729300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6959085724703729300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6518870405556036296</id><published>2010-03-18T21:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:55:19.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>On Monday I called Trevor and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Spring Break and you need to spend a day with your Mom&lt;/span&gt;.  I took off Wednesday and we went on an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic was horrid.  It seems that because it is Spring Break everyone thinks that spending some time with their kids is a good idea.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copy Cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wound our way through downtown Fort Worth and found ourselves at &lt;a href="http://www.montgomeryplaza.com/"&gt;Montgomery Plaza&lt;/a&gt;.  The old Montgomery Ward building was built in 1928 and is an absolutely cool building that has been turned into super sweet homes.  There is a retail center and restaurants on the lower floors.  We grabbed some lunch.  Trevor looked around and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Fort Worth?  I didn't know it was nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pushed on through the cultural district and wound up at the &lt;a href="http://www.fwbg.org/gardens.htm"&gt;Fort Worth Botanical Gardens&lt;/a&gt;  in hopes of taking a photography walk.  Trevor got a &lt;a href="http://www.nikonusa.com/Find-Your-Nikon/Product/Digital-SLR/25452/D5000.html"&gt;Nikon D5000&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas with two lenses and hadn't even changed to the longer lens.   It was so crowded that I swear we got the last parking spot and we had to circle around for it.  It was so crowded that we could hardly take a picture without some stranger in the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S6Lja4erZ-I/AAAAAAAACF0/wGZKPahDcKU/s1600-h/Trevor_Photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S6Lja4erZ-I/AAAAAAAACF0/wGZKPahDcKU/s400/Trevor_Photographer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450168550048884706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he handsome?  I just can't believe he's 20 years old.  Amazing.  Absolutely shocking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S6LcgjVIvjI/AAAAAAAACFs/1t3aFCpxiIQ/s1600-h/FWBotanicGardens_Bee_031710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S6LcgjVIvjI/AAAAAAAACFs/1t3aFCpxiIQ/s400/FWBotanicGardens_Bee_031710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450160950869540402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did manage a could shots I think turned out alright.  See the bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S6Lcf5qpt8I/AAAAAAAACFk/eWUDN1BitXw/s1600-h/FWBotanic_031710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S6Lcf5qpt8I/AAAAAAAACFk/eWUDN1BitXw/s400/FWBotanic_031710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450160939685492674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we left the gardens, we went shopping.  First for a shirt and tie for KB, then for new black slacks and a top for me.  We have a funeral to attend on Saturday and didn't have exactly what we needed.   Trevor is a big help shopping.  Though, he does require me to actually buy clothes that fit.  Which makes me a tad self conscience.  I am used to baggy clothes and am more comfortable hiding my newly emerging figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found slacks at SteinMart.  I just love Steinmart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have an ending to this post.  It doesn't really have a moral.  I just wanted to share about my day with my boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.  Sort of.  Not much of an end.  But, I am going to stop writing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6518870405556036296?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6518870405556036296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6518870405556036296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6518870405556036296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6518870405556036296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S6Lja4erZ-I/AAAAAAAACF0/wGZKPahDcKU/s72-c/Trevor_Photographer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6213534032424397710</id><published>2010-03-16T10:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:44:14.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollling Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Lacy'/><title type='text'>Why I am Currently Swearing I'll Never Have Another Dog</title><content type='html'>and might actually get rid of one of two that we currently have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kQpkN7JI/AAAAAAAACFc/hzOY90Cmyow/s1600-h/IMGP0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kQpkN7JI/AAAAAAAACFc/hzOY90Cmyow/s400/IMGP0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449254680084212882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kQAqJGlI/AAAAAAAACFU/KAxWCXZ7aS4/s1600-h/IMGP0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kQAqJGlI/AAAAAAAACFU/KAxWCXZ7aS4/s400/IMGP0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449254669103209042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kPgF5S2I/AAAAAAAACFM/Nsz0uHZFlvs/s1600-h/IMGP0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kPgF5S2I/AAAAAAAACFM/Nsz0uHZFlvs/s400/IMGP0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449254660361243490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kPLrO1NI/AAAAAAAACFE/OsMYYDlRpnc/s1600-h/IMGP0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kPLrO1NI/AAAAAAAACFE/OsMYYDlRpnc/s400/IMGP0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449254654880699602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my chair.  At the end of an exhausting and sad (more on that later) day yesterday KB and I walked in to this.  This is the 2nd chair she's chewed.  The first one was wood, a hundred years old and the rocker that I rocked my baby boy in.  That one can be repaired, though it will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one.  It isn't all that sentimental.  It IS completely necessary.  Dear Readers, I LIVE IN AN R.V. - there are two place I can be to relax: the bed and this chair.  I am so pissed that I can not even see straight.  12 hours later I am still pissed.  And I haven't even really thought about the blinds yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is Violet isn't my favorite dog.  She is needy, pushy and she taught Daisy some bad habits.  She does have her good points, but I can't see them right now.  My chair is in line sight of my work station.  So, I have been staring at the destruction all morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I want to give her away.  Honestly, I wouldn't think twice about it if it weren't for The Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6213534032424397710?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6213534032424397710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6213534032424397710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6213534032424397710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6213534032424397710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-i-am-currently-swearing-ill-never.html' title='Why I am Currently Swearing I&apos;ll Never Have Another Dog'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5-kQpkN7JI/AAAAAAAACFc/hzOY90Cmyow/s72-c/IMGP0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8990333740485285555</id><published>2010-03-15T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:00:09.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Stupid Monday'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Sing along with me.  I&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; know&lt;/span&gt; y'all know this one.  Who among us can't hear this song in our heads while we read along to these lyrics...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six o'clock already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was just in the middle of a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was kissin' Valentino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By a crystal blue Italian stream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can't be late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you wish your bed was already made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just another manic Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish it was Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause that's my funday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My I don't have to runday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just another manic Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have to catch an early train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got to be to work by nine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I had an air-o-plane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still couldn't make it on time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause it takes me so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame it on the train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the boss is already there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did my lover have to pick last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To get down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't it matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I have to feed the both of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Employment's down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He tells me in his bedroom voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'mon honey, let's go make some noise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time it goes so fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're having fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just another manic Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish it was Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause that's my funday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My I don't have to runday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just another manic Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Stupid Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8990333740485285555?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8990333740485285555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8990333740485285555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8990333740485285555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8990333740485285555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-934542493514069460</id><published>2010-03-13T10:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:16:04.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Tater and Mudbugs</title><content type='html'>Today, we are celebrating &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2008/04/mexia.html"&gt;Tater's&lt;/a&gt; birthday.  Tater is doing the cooking.  Yippee!  The menu tonight is a crawfish boil.  HALLELUJAH People!  I love me some mud bugs.  The hotter the better.  Bring that spice Baby!  For the record, I don't suck the heads.  But, for those that don't love crawfish like I do, there will also be shrimp, sausage and potatoes in the boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really, the night is about breaking in the new Jimmy Buffet Margaritaville Machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5vFzqqdMoI/AAAAAAAACE8/kxrszPX18w8/s1600-h/Margaritaville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5vFzqqdMoI/AAAAAAAACE8/kxrszPX18w8/s400/Margaritaville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448165665651110530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am such a lightweight that I'll probably be dancing and flirting with the old men by 6PM.  The party starts at 5:30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be a great time.  We've been looking forward to it for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-934542493514069460?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/934542493514069460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=934542493514069460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/934542493514069460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/934542493514069460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/tater-and-mudbugs.html' title='Tater and Mudbugs'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S5vFzqqdMoI/AAAAAAAACE8/kxrszPX18w8/s72-c/Margaritaville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6618840918290924594</id><published>2010-03-10T08:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:34:12.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures in a Small Town'/><title type='text'>Overheard at the Laundromat</title><content type='html'>I had never washed clothes in a laundromat until last summer.  When in the mad dash to move out of our house, move into a 5th Wheel and put all the things (like linens) that we were keeping in space bags, in plastic containers and in storage.  During that time our washing machine broke.  Yay us.  That first trip to the laundromat was quite...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was in my hometown which isn't the small little town I grew up in.  Second, I was the only  white person there.  I know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouldn't &lt;/span&gt;have bothered me too much and it didn't.  It did make me pause though.  Third, I didn't have a rhythm.  A rhythm is important at a laundromat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we've moved into the 5th wheel we make a weekly trek to wash clothes.  Sometimes I go alone.  Sometimes KB goes it alone.  Generally though, we go together.  It makes it easier on both of us and we have someone to talk to while we are waiting.  The laundromat that we frequent has an attendant that oversees everything, helps you carry to and from your vehicle and generally gossips about all the happenings in our small Texas town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KB said, last time we were there, that we could start a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuff Overheard at the Laundromat&lt;/span&gt; along the same lines as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sh*t My Dad Says&lt;/span&gt; (which is often raunchy but funny, check it out on FB and Twitter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in the late afternoon, KB and I were waiting for our clothes to dry.  OHMYGOSH those clothes seems to take forever to dry.  Over the noise of the dryers we hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went down to that monster truck rally.  There was a clown or something there that had these long, skinny balloons.  Well, one of them broke and it was filled with baby powder.  That baby powder combined with ... with... you know... EYE JUICE and ran down my face.  I didn't really hurt, just kind of burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am sorry lady, you lost me back there on EYE JUICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world?  I guess the word Tears just wasn't accessible in the old noggin that day.  But just think about the word EYE JUICE for a minute.  Yuck.  It's kind of gross isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to share.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6618840918290924594?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6618840918290924594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6618840918290924594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6618840918290924594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6618840918290924594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/overheard-at-laundromat.html' title='Overheard at the Laundromat'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2136321310191748517</id><published>2010-03-09T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:46:24.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I feel like telling the Truth about Something'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I like Miracle Whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2136321310191748517?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2136321310191748517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2136321310191748517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2136321310191748517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2136321310191748517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2617133515105736105</id><published>2010-03-08T08:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:56:46.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I ponder'/><title type='text'>Baptism at The Cowboy Church</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at the Cowboy Church we are visiting, there was a baptism.  It was in stark contrast to the &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2006/09/praise-lord-and-pass-ammunition.html"&gt;previous baptism&lt;/a&gt; we experienced at a Cowboy Church.  It was still in a watering trough.  But, it was inside.  It was respectful.  There was no one smoking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the baptism protocol is not the only thing different at this church.  In the other Cowboy Churches we've visited, we found a generally lacking of reverence.  That is, fortunately, not the case at this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here IS something that bothers me about every Cowboy Church we've been to... what's up with the hats inside the Church Cowboy's?  I mean, didn't you mom teach to you remove your hat in church?  These cowboys take their hats off to pray, but not during the rest of the service.  It doesn't seem quite right.   Am I missing something here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. KB takes his hat off when entering the church and leaves it off until we walk out the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2617133515105736105?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2617133515105736105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2617133515105736105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2617133515105736105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2617133515105736105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/baptism-at-cowboy-church.html' title='Baptism at The Cowboy Church'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6459608540291424236</id><published>2010-03-06T09:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:45:11.046-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>There Ought To Be a Law Against</title><content type='html'>Using the checking of one's blind spot as a turn signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am Saturday morning band practice for Jr. High kids. That crap shouldn't start until they can drive themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husbands lying awake all night tossing and turning and then sleeping in the truck while we are in the parking lot waiting for said band practice to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazine covers with bikini clad hotties causing normal women to feel bad about their bodies and men to compare us to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuras.  Seriously people, they are just Hondas. Let's call a spade a spade, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6459608540291424236?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6459608540291424236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6459608540291424236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6459608540291424236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6459608540291424236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-ought-to-be-law-against.html' title='There Ought To Be a Law Against'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-4154930872447444579</id><published>2010-03-04T07:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:05:00.189-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Rocks'/><title type='text'>In Which I Feel Sorry For Myself</title><content type='html'>That after a little neglect and years of writing in this here blog, my readership is down and my comments are as well.  I miss my bloggy friends.  Apparently I need the validation.  What can I do to get a little more life back in the old blog?  Anyone?  Huh?  How about you?  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-4154930872447444579?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4154930872447444579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=4154930872447444579' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4154930872447444579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4154930872447444579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-which-i-feel-sorry-for-myself.html' title='In Which I Feel Sorry For Myself'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-9069886343243863030</id><published>2010-03-03T07:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:42:00.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Every Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures I Took'/><title type='text'>Roses Are Lavender</title><content type='html'>KB bought me these beautiful roses last week.  Sweet huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S42VQ_RiD7I/AAAAAAAACEs/IrGSLxOsusk/s1600-h/Rose-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S42VQ_RiD7I/AAAAAAAACEs/IrGSLxOsusk/s400/Rose-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171643656212402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They've opened up beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S42VRJDO6kI/AAAAAAAACE0/h9P3_ufNYms/s1600-h/Rose-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S42VRJDO6kI/AAAAAAAACE0/h9P3_ufNYms/s400/Rose-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171646280591938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That makes me sad.  They shrivel and fall apart too soon after they open into these gorgeous, fragrant, lovely heap of layered petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S42VQnnd2jI/AAAAAAAACEk/haX52bivFwQ/s1600-h/Rose_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S42VQnnd2jI/AAAAAAAACEk/haX52bivFwQ/s400/Rose_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171637305760306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I am just a tad bit melancholy.  Ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-9069886343243863030?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9069886343243863030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=9069886343243863030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9069886343243863030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9069886343243863030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/roses-are-lavender.html' title='Roses Are Lavender'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S42VQ_RiD7I/AAAAAAAACEs/IrGSLxOsusk/s72-c/Rose-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6183062468552597575</id><published>2010-03-02T07:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:21:13.187-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday'/><title type='text'>I've Got A Tip For You Tuesday #23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S4xukB1w4GI/AAAAAAAACEc/xDmVq8dKYNE/s1600-h/pinkAndWhiteMiaMED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S4xukB1w4GI/AAAAAAAACEc/xDmVq8dKYNE/s400/pinkAndWhiteMiaMED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443847614832369762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of my I've Got A Tip For You posts are inspired by my mom.  She's really hip on gadgets and makeup and all that stuff that I sometimes struggle with.  I am good at jewelry.  She's good at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, Mom bought KB, Trevor and me a &lt;a href="http://www.clarisonic.com/us/shop/sonic-cleansing-system-mia.php"&gt;Clarisonic Mia&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a facial cleanser amped up.  I wish they were paying me to say this or at least sending me a free &lt;a href="http://www.clarisonic.com/us/shop/opal.php"&gt;Clarisonic Opal.&lt;/a&gt;  Alas, they are not.  But, I am going to say it anyway.  This thing ROCKS.  Seriously.  My face has never felt so clean.  My pores are SO much smaller since using it.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KB was extraordinarily hesitant about it.  I think he thought it was an odd gift for a manly man like him.  But, even KB has changed his tune.  Seriously. His face feels cleaner.  His pores are at least 2/3 the size they were.  Seriously.  He swears that soot, grease and grime from 10 years ago is coming out.   He uses it faithfully.  He's a fan on Facebook for goodness sake!  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had before/after pictures.  I really do.  The difference is significant for me and absolutely stunning for him.  I even think we have fewer wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the tip:  Get thee one.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6183062468552597575?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6183062468552597575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6183062468552597575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6183062468552597575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6183062468552597575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-tip-for-you-tuesday-23.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday #23'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S4xukB1w4GI/AAAAAAAACEc/xDmVq8dKYNE/s72-c/pinkAndWhiteMiaMED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-9177108390138946269</id><published>2010-03-01T19:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:16:40.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work BAH'/><title type='text'>Burning Diesel</title><content type='html'>I started asking for a new laptop a year ago.  You see, unlike other people that work at the Major Telecom Company with me, I don't have a desktop to use as a back up PC.  If my laptop goes, I am dead in the water.  I know that's not what they want.  I started asking a little early.  But, since I have no other computer (for work, I do have another pc Major Telecom Company, don't worry) it is used very heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started running "hot" about this time last year so I started preparing the way for a new one.  A year later, it has been ordered.  Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, after we got back from the Metroplex for the third time that week, I got a call from the mail room at the office where I "officially" work.  It is in Irving.  I am not.  I am, in fact, close to 2 hours away from Irving.  Since KB and I have a standing appointment up in the Metroplex on Monday's I figured we would pick it up then.  I asked the nice mail room lady to kindly hold it for me.  She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our appointment today, egg salad sandwiches with my Grandmother and a doctor's appointment for me I took the wheel and we headed to the office.  We got there in one piece, which was questionable since it was raining and people in Texas just get stupid in the rain.  Come on, Texans, y'all know it it is true.  I went in and picked up my box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about 25 minutes away from the office when KB got curious and pulled out the packing slip.  Basic docking station.  Cool.  Keyboard.  Yay.  Extra battery.  Go me!  Mouse.  Wuhoo.  Notice anything missing?  Yeah, we did too.  There was no laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to go back again whenever they locate my laptop.  Nothing like an anxiety ridden trip to the office for no reason.  Happy Stupid Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-9177108390138946269?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9177108390138946269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=9177108390138946269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9177108390138946269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/9177108390138946269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-started-asking-for-new-laptop-year.html' title='Burning Diesel'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8218422888200094884</id><published>2010-02-23T20:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:10:21.066-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways and Challenges'/><title type='text'>Rewind Your Life On - The Giveaway - RESULTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congratulations &lt;a href="http://wwwbiddiegirlca.blogspot.com/"&gt;BIDDIE!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me your new address!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8218422888200094884?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8218422888200094884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8218422888200094884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8218422888200094884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8218422888200094884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/rewind-your-life-on-giveaway-results.html' title='Rewind Your Life On - The Giveaway - RESULTS'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1429999318105141883</id><published>2010-02-23T16:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:14:45.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways and Challenges'/><title type='text'>Loser!</title><content type='html'>It's ok.  I know I am.  You don't have to tell me.  I promise to do the drawing for the giveaway and post the results tonight.  Don't expect pictures.  Don't expect a big deal, just the announcement.  That's all I seem to be able to do!  I've been procrastinating  since Friday because I didn't want to deal with pictures and the like.  So, just an announcement.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love y'all Dear Readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just too unfocused to ... focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I do have a story to tell.  Maybe I can get through it in the next day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1429999318105141883?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1429999318105141883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1429999318105141883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1429999318105141883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1429999318105141883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/loser.html' title='Loser!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-4753371983998458537</id><published>2010-02-14T19:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:14:10.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways and Challenges'/><title type='text'>Rewind Your Life On... The Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was listening to the iPod on the Bose dock.  The Bose Dock, by the way, is the bomb!  I love it.  The sound coming from that little baby is excellent.  Anyway, the song came on was &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?q=http://popup.lala.com/popup/432627043564319592&amp;amp;ei=7rR4S6SvBo-wswPGjMC8Cw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=music_play_track&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;ved=0CAgQ0wQoADAA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNG7Rc63DT1_N-YpP26Ph4R8fu90dA"&gt;Maria (Shut Up and Kiss Me) by Willie Nelson&lt;/a&gt;.  Which is one of my very favorite Willie songs actually.  The first two lines of the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my favorite part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rewind my life on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This had me thinking about what is my favorite part to rewind my life on.  Since it is Valentine's Day and I'm feeling all gushy and loved, I'll pick a romantic one... my favorite part to rewind my life on is dancing with KB at our wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite part of your life to rewind your life on?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to enter:&lt;br /&gt;Get one entry in the drawing by leaving a comment here answering the question.&lt;br /&gt;Get a second entry in the drawing by advertising the Rewind Your Life On... The Giveaway on your blog. Let me know here that you have done it.&lt;br /&gt;Get a third entry in the drawing by posting about the Rewind Your Life On... The Giveway on Twitter.  Let me know here that you have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entries must be received by Midnight Feb 18th and the winner will be announced on Friday the 19th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What am I giving away?  A green, cute, vintage, hostess apron if the winner is a woman and a neato Texas t-shirt should a man win.  And probably other things that I'll throw in.  I am pretty good at making sure you are happy to be the winner.  I am not, however, good at immediately sending it out.  So, you'll probably need to give me a couple of weeks.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my favorite part, rewind my life on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my world got dark, and you turned my light on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched it for hours again and again in my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see I was down on you, more than I needed to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd say I'm sorry but then you'd think I'm lyin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria, shut up and kiss me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop shakin', stand up and hold me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I  bet you're gonna miss me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria shut up and kiss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're crazy and it turns me on and on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you're carryin' on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my favorite shirt, you always had on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man, It sure looked good, ev'ry time you walked on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're takin' the wind from me every chance that you could.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somethin' I can't explain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me lately I've changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel better tell me why are you cryin'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria, Maria can we talk it over instead?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's call it even and leave it alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria, stop leavin' your teasin' is beaten me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria just calm down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In these situations I've found it's best not to be proudand say that you're sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria, shut up and kiss me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop shakin', stand up and hold me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bet you're gonna miss me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria shut up and kiss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're crazy and it turns me on and on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you're carryin' on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it turns me on and on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it turns me on and on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on and on......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-4753371983998458537?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4753371983998458537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=4753371983998458537' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4753371983998458537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/4753371983998458537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/rewind-your-life-on-giveaway.html' title='Rewind Your Life On... The Giveaway!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-259229844491562869</id><published>2010-02-12T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:00:05.173-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Bone Coonhound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Lacy'/><title type='text'>Dog Days of... Winter?</title><content type='html'>KB and I took a walk this morning.  It was quiet and gorgeous.  Not too cold and no wind.  We had a blast with the beautiful scenery and still feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs were in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT7xdYqKI/AAAAAAAACEE/Fui4SU610c4/s1600-h/Daisy_Dogslife_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT7xdYqKI/AAAAAAAACEE/Fui4SU610c4/s400/Daisy_Dogslife_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437555517706250402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT7qVPFEI/AAAAAAAACD8/0-TFgFf7NsY/s1600-h/Daisy_Dogslife_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT7qVPFEI/AAAAAAAACD8/0-TFgFf7NsY/s400/Daisy_Dogslife_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437555515793019970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT7a__W7I/AAAAAAAACD0/ygT7PuMzj7M/s1600-h/Daisy_Dogslife_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT7a__W7I/AAAAAAAACD0/ygT7PuMzj7M/s400/Daisy_Dogslife_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437555511677377458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT64rc7UI/AAAAAAAACDs/DJApIntf4x4/s1600-h/Vi_DogsLife_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT64rc7UI/AAAAAAAACDs/DJApIntf4x4/s400/Vi_DogsLife_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437555502464429378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YTWF1vQxI/AAAAAAAACDk/FvmJ0REmdy8/s1600-h/Vi_DogsLife_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YTU5uuV7I/AAAAAAAACDE/MLIVSxfIR6o/s400/Vi_SnowNose_021210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437554849911560114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-259229844491562869?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/259229844491562869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=259229844491562869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/259229844491562869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/259229844491562869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-days-of-winter.html' title='Dog Days of... Winter?'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3YT7xdYqKI/AAAAAAAACEE/Fui4SU610c4/s72-c/Daisy_Dogslife_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-1127337805381016718</id><published>2010-02-12T09:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:21:59.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Every Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs from God because I am copying Dan'/><title type='text'>Stop! Look! Listen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3V7O65FywI/AAAAAAAACC8/Eu5p7_cb6EI/s1600-h/Stop_Look_Listen_Live_021210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S3V7O65FywI/AAAAAAAACC8/Eu5p7_cb6EI/s400/Stop_Look_Listen_Live_021210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437387621376838402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;LIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be still and know that I am God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Psalms 46:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-1127337805381016718?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1127337805381016718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=1127337805381016718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1127337805381016718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/1127337805381016718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-look-listen.html' title='Stop! 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We fed the dogs, took off our footwear, took hot showers to warm up and ate chili for supper.  In the 5 and a half hours since we left home we were not having good times.  On the other hand, we recognize that it could have been worse.  It could have been raining instead of a couple snow flurries.  It could have been 10 miles instead of 6.  And honestly, there are few people in this world (as in no one I can think of) that I'd rather have that particular experience with than KB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up the next morning, the battery on our other car was dead.  Nice.  KB put it on the charger and we went back to bed until noon.   When we drove to beginning of the driveway where our truck was stuck, KB told me to sit tight and walked up the muddy mess of a driveway the 20o yards to survey the damage in the daylight.  Less than a minute after KB was out of sight, Josh the Mystery Guy walked past, waved and headed up the driveway to see Kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this guy come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KB decided to let the road dry for one more day and try to get it out on Sunday.  Josh the Mystery Guy had given KB his phone number and told him to call him on Sunday.  He had an idea involved 2x12's and a jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went back to the head of the driveway and called Josh the Mystery Guy.  The woman that answered was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh, who? Oh, uh, yeah, he's not here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;KB is still not convinced he is real.  KB was unable to get the truck unstuck.  We wound up calling the local tow truck who charged $150 this time instead of the $400 he was quoting on Friday.  Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just grateful to get the truck home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-climactic huh?  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2954426903186604769?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2954426903186604769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2954426903186604769' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2954426903186604769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2954426903186604769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/second-annual-and-unintentional-january_08.html' title='The Second Annual (and Unintentional) January Adventure Part 3'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-7267416313058524333</id><published>2010-02-05T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:50:30.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>The Second Annual (and Unintentional) January Adventure Part 2</title><content type='html'>Sitting there, watching that big, beautiful tow truck drive off into the dying light, my heart sank.  I watched my silhouetted husband walk back toward the truck, the mystery guy by his side.   After I unlocked the door, KB opened it and said that the AAA Tow Truck said it would have gotten stuck trying to get us out, so he left us.  KB and Josh the Mystery Guy were going to see what they could do.  Somehow, that just didn't sound encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked back down the slippery, muddy lane.  I sat with a dying battery on my Blackberry and spotty signal.  Daisy had started this low growl about an hour and a half earlier and it continued.  I couldn't let the dogs out of the truck because I didn't want them bringing it back into our already dirty truck.  So, we sat.  And we waited.  Me and my dogs.  One of them growling at nothing that could be seen and the other one completely wigged out and jumping around (and farting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KB sent me a message and let me know that they had called the local towing company.  Great, I thought.  We just spent money we didn't really have on renewing our AAA membership and it didn't do us a bit of good.  Now, we get to pay the local guy to pull us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local guy showed and I saw the group of men standing in the lights of the tow truck.  After a while, I saw that tow truck drive away.  It's 7:30PM, cloudy, windy as all get out and cold.  Yay!  I was so excited to see that truck drive away too.  KB came back to the truck, without Josh the Mystery Guy this time and said "They wanted 400.00.  They got stuck too.  They were going to have to go and get a second truck and chains and everything else." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that we would just walk and deal with the truck in the daylight.  Josh the Mystery Guy had told us that he was the only one that used that driveway, so the truck would be ok.  KB called the Sheriff's' Department Dispatcher and let her know that we could use a ride.  He says he could tell by her tone that she had no intention of calling one of the deputies and asking them to give us a ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawled into the back and looked behind the seat and found a tow strap to use as a leash.  We only had one with us.  I also found: two leather work gloves, one fleece glove, a headband thing that has a spot for a baseball cap bill and a pair of KB's rubber boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell y'all that when we left the house at 4:30, I had wet hair and was wearing yoga pants and a pair of Merona brand (Target), flat Mary Jane type shoes with a thin pair of socks?  My hair was dry now, but my clothes had not morphed into cold weather gear.  I donned KB's rubber boots, tied on my Mary Jane's, buttoned up my pea coat, put a vest over that and got ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time KB prayed safety for us, our dogs and our truck.  We set off squishing and sliding all the way to the county road.  Once we hit the county road, I put on my Mary Janes because walking in men's size 13 rubber boots is no easy feat (or feet, arh arh arh) and we set off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, KB suggested I call my parents.  I told him that I was 40 years old and that I was tired of calling my parents to come and rescue me.  Then, I reminded him that his mom lives in the same town that my parents do - same distance for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad that we've lived here for 6 months and because we thought it was temporary we have not made a single friends.  We did not have a single person we could call for a ride.  Pitiful really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked 6 miles with the stupid dogs pulling us.  The wind was so bad at one point I thought my head was going to explode from the cold.  We had approximately 75 cars pass us throughout our 2 hour journey and no one stopped.  I guess they thought we were just some nut bags out walking our dogs in the cold.  The Sheriff's department never did come through for us, though we are pretty certain the Sheriff would have wanted them to come to our aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I hurt my foot and was in question as to whether I could continue.  I did.  6 miles is a really, really, extremely long way in those circumstances.  By the time we got home, even the dogs were tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued, I've run out of time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-7267416313058524333?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7267416313058524333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=7267416313058524333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7267416313058524333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/7267416313058524333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/second-annual-and-unintentional-january.html' title='The Second Annual (and Unintentional) January Adventure Part 2'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5068229447407752405</id><published>2010-02-02T20:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:19:22.430-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>The 2nd Annual (and Unintentional) January Adventure</title><content type='html'>Y'all may remember that last year in January, we had a &lt;a href="http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-dirt-cold-weather-and-adventure.html"&gt;Cold Weather Adventure in Oklahoma's Red Dirt&lt;/a&gt;.  That particular adventure caused us to renew our AAA Membership just days after it had expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our AAA Membership expired this January on the 15th.  That should have been our first clue not to do what we were thinking.  Ha! We laugh in the face of AAA expiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KB and I have been talking about settling down.  Getting us a place that we can let our little wanna be roots grow.  You know, something that is just our own.  Our property, our fence, our house, ours.  There are some things in the works, work wise for KB, that could mean we need to stay in this county we are in now.  That would be just fine.  Out of curiosity, we've been looking at real estate.  Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right.  It's us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm on last Friday, the 29th of January (14 days after our AAA expiration, if you are counting and 18 hours since I posted on FB that our Rolling Mansion was turning into an Arc) I say: "Honey, let's go look at that property before it gets dark"  KB says, "Ok" so we plug the address into Samantha (the GPS) and headed off 6 miles or so down the road onto a previously unexplored County Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are leaving KB asks me to pray us safety on our adventure.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, please keep us safe as we are looking at property today, our AAA membership expired and it would be bad to get stuck.  Thank you for all your blessings. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turn left and then right and then left and go around some curves and down a gravel county road and Samantha tells us our destination is on the left.  We look at the mail boxes and with some concern up this driveway.  Then, we made our second critical mistake after leaving the house - we went ahead and went into the driveway.  Up the little hill we see nothing but mud.  Texas Red Dirt road.  Slippery as snot and almost impossible to get out of clothes.  The driveway looked to be about 400 yards long.  I knew we were in for it when KB said "well, it's too late now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 yards in, we were stuck.  It was my fault, I know it.  First it was my idea to leave the house and then I prayed the getting stuck in the mud into the universe.  Don't ever think our words aren't powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, OH, OH! And did I mention it was also my idea to take both the dogs?  Yeah, I am good like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, stuck, no AAA, two dogs, no 4 wheel drive (or we wouldn't have been stuck) and dark is coming fast.  KB hops out and tries to get us out.  No love.  We made it worse.  I did what I did in January of last year: Renew my AAA and request help at the same time.  I thrive on humiliation.  AAA Roadside Assistance says it'll be an hour.  It was an hour and 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, KB is making jokes about hearing Dueling Banjos like a scene from Redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I can't tell this part of the story; making a rare and highly sought after appearance on cindydianne.com is the one, the only, the love of my life... KB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Howdy, Howdy, Howdy! KB here.&lt;br /&gt;So as we were sittin in the truck my wife got stuck the dogs were barkin and fussin at every little noise outside. I was almost to the point of duct tapin their muzzles when I saw a figure dressed in camo slinkin down the drive. I looked at Wife, handed her my .45 and told her it was good to go as I stepped outta the truck.&lt;br /&gt;Soon as I got out, this figure stopped walkin and just stared at me with little beedy eyes that seemed to shine from under his hood, I asked if he was the tow truck driver, "Nope" he said.  I asked if he was the owner of this drive "Nope" I asked him if this was the correct way to the land we were lookin at and again "Nope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood there for a minute sizin each other up, and then he approached. As he walked up in the dyin light I realized how cross eyed, buck toothed and big eared the was. Have any of y'all seen &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S2rk6cpNSuI/AAAAAAAACCs/DmFfw-pql1Y/s1600-h/th_dorkfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S2rk6cpNSuI/AAAAAAAACCs/DmFfw-pql1Y/s400/th_dorkfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434407593148500706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the comedian Bill Engval when he talks about a dork-fish? The face he makes durin that monologue pretty much sums up what I was lookin in.&lt;br /&gt;This kid looked to be mid twenties, skinny as a rail, like a typical tweaker...Great, a hillbilly Meth head! Wonderful! Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;I introduced myself, and he said he was Josh. We engaged in a little small talk until I finally asked him where the property line was. As he walked up he looked at the truck and said "Ya know you ain't gittin a tow truck down here." He then pointed to the property line, and told me he was the only one that ever used this drive. He fed dogs on the property in exchange for huntin rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, common ground! We talked huntin a bit then he said he could show me the driveway in if I was interested. I followed him down the woods makin sure to stay with in sight of the truck. Still was worried about a hillbilly ambush, and figured maybe Violet could run to my rescue, or at least bite me quick and git it over with fast. (I was feelin like that Baptist Preacher who was chased up a tree by an angry bear. He prayed "Lord if You don't help me; Be sure Ya help that bear!)&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to the truck and just small talked about this n that. Finally I saw the tow truck and we walked off into the night to greet the driver as a light snow started to fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Back to Cindy, who is not rare to post here, but still Wonderful none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO excited to see that tow truck.  Time elapsed since getting stuck? 1 hour and 15 minutes.  It was starting to get cold.  It was a cold winter day in Texas.  The high had been around 38 and the wind was blowing 30 mph, even with the setting sun.  I dutifully sat in the truck and let KB handle the AAA tow truck driver.  I sat there.  I sat there.  And then I saw that beautiful tow truck driver off into the dying light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(to be continued, I've run out of time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5068229447407752405?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5068229447407752405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5068229447407752405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5068229447407752405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5068229447407752405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/2nd-annual-and-unintentional-january.html' title='The 2nd Annual (and Unintentional) January Adventure'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S2rk6cpNSuI/AAAAAAAACCs/DmFfw-pql1Y/s72-c/th_dorkfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5539516640990001137</id><published>2010-02-02T09:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:14:39.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Rocks'/><title type='text'>Extra! Extra! Read All About It!</title><content type='html'>Just in case y'all missed it.  I thought I would tell you I have a new header! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5539516640990001137?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5539516640990001137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5539516640990001137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5539516640990001137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5539516640990001137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra! Extra! Read All About It!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8517115332177415516</id><published>2010-01-31T08:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:59:58.735-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollling Mansion'/><title type='text'>Here Deer, Deery, Deerie!</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen hide nor hair of the group of deer that were in our park for at least 6 weeks.  This disturbs me.  I loved coming home at night and seeing them in our "yard".  I liked looking out my "office" window and seeing them cross the road.  I liked going to our neighbors RV and seeing them while having morning coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey!  Did I tell you about our neighbors?  My parents bought an RV, parked in close to us, became our co-hosts and come down occasionally to visit and when we are out of town and they need to be here.  It's been kind of nice actually.  It works out for us because we weren't really wanting full-time neighbors and it works out for them because they get a place to escape to when they are going stir crazy up in the metroplex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um, I miss the deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8517115332177415516?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8517115332177415516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8517115332177415516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8517115332177415516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8517115332177415516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-deer-deery-deerie.html' title='Here Deer, Deery, Deerie!'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-8121540730784937939</id><published>2010-01-29T07:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:01:00.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging Rocks'/><title type='text'>Missed It.</title><content type='html'>Back on December 11th, I missed my 5 year Blogiversary.  That's a big mile stone for me to just let slip on by.  So, in honor of 5 years of typing tripe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-8121540730784937939?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8121540730784937939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=8121540730784937939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8121540730784937939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/8121540730784937939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/missed-it.html' title='Missed It.'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-5727331368129517829</id><published>2010-01-28T09:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:14:49.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Put In Our Place</title><content type='html'>KB and I were lovingly and sternly put in our place last night at Bible Study.  These couples we have been connected to are amazingl, fallible, Godly, diverse and gifted.  Last night, we were told to get our butts back in church, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've not been attending since we moved to Smalltown, TX.  We don't really know anyone or where to go or ...  who am I kidding?  We weren't attending when we lived down the road from the church I've been a member at for 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sunday, we are going to try the Cowboy Church down the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God? We ARE listening.  We are just not very bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-5727331368129517829?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5727331368129517829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=5727331368129517829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5727331368129517829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/5727331368129517829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/put-in-our-place.html' title='Put In Our Place'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-6742170686166980667</id><published>2010-01-27T06:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:48:39.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday'/><title type='text'>I've Got A Tip For You Tuesday # 22</title><content type='html'>One day last year KB came home with a bundle of grocery store (Albertson's) flowers.  They made my day.  And they made the next day.  And they made the day after that happy.  In truth, they made me smile every time I saw them.  They were Crazy Daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S1-PtGM-SII/AAAAAAAACCU/tQSvNPOZX4s/s1600-h/IMGP0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S1-PtGM-SII/AAAAAAAACCU/tQSvNPOZX4s/s400/IMGP0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431217680554018946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing but brightly colored, sometimes glittered, always sunny daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S1-PsukWkkI/AAAAAAAACCM/AjHzqi1YPds/s1600-h/IMGP0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S1-PsukWkkI/AAAAAAAACCM/AjHzqi1YPds/s400/IMGP0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431217674209628738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl and I found them at our local Brookshire's on Sunday.  I bought them.  I brought them home.  KB said "They brighten the whole house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love them.  You might like them too!  It's a whole lotta bright and cheerful for $5.99 (or however much they cost at your local grocer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get thee some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-6742170686166980667?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6742170686166980667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=6742170686166980667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6742170686166980667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/6742170686166980667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-got-tip-for-you-tuesday-23.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday # 22'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S1-PtGM-SII/AAAAAAAACCU/tQSvNPOZX4s/s72-c/IMGP0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2349348151436441840</id><published>2010-01-26T08:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:32:12.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Little Things That Make Life Great'/><title type='text'>Weekend Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S176-ZyDfTI/AAAAAAAACCE/-CGUKoFssXM/s1600-h/IMGP0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431054150635060530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S176-ZyDfTI/AAAAAAAACCE/-CGUKoFssXM/s400/IMGP0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday morning dawned and it was a beautiful day.  A day that required us getting up at 5AM to open the gate to the park and then STAY awake because The Girl had band practice 45 minutes away at 8AM.  It wouldn't have been that bad except the little princess HAS to take her shower in the mornings because her hair gets wonky otherwise *gasp* and it takes for 19.4 hours to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S17692frHeI/AAAAAAAACB8/eqIXLJnb9A4/s1600-h/IMGP0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431054141162724834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S17692frHeI/AAAAAAAACB8/eqIXLJnb9A4/s400/IMGP0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took her to the band practice and got back around 11.  Shortly after, a couple who were visiting the park told us that there were two starving puppies down at shelter #2.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Girl and I stayed at the Rolling Mansion while KB went down there and checked them out.  Turns out they were there.  They had dug out a little hole under the concrete slab for the picnic table.  He sat on the ground and eventually he got them out and into the bed of the truck.  Honestly, he was hoping they were ugly or in bad enough shape that the most humane thing to do for them would be to shoot them.  But, that was just not the case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the next 36 hours we dealt with adorable wild, starving, brave, smart little puppies.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The little multi colored one went to a country home with a young girl who wants to be an animal doctor.  But we found ourselves a bit sad when the last one (the black and brown) found a loving home with an old high school friend of KB's thanks to the "miracle" of Facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2349348151436441840?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2349348151436441840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2349348151436441840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2349348151436441840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2349348151436441840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekend-puppies.html' title='Weekend Puppies'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S176-ZyDfTI/AAAAAAAACCE/-CGUKoFssXM/s72-c/IMGP0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2205576956504644343</id><published>2010-01-23T10:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:13:50.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Not Amused</title><content type='html'>I am not amused, not one little bit.  After posting "I've Got A Tip For You Tuesday" about how much I love my little microwave popcorn popper, our microwave is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unclear if this is God trying to tell me to face down my popcorn addiction, the Enemy trying to keep me distressed or just plain ole run of the mill yuckiness.  Whatever, it is.... I am not pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2205576956504644343?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2205576956504644343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2205576956504644343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2205576956504644343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2205576956504644343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-amused.html' title='Not Amused'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777198.post-2667470172118711918</id><published>2010-01-19T06:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T06:27:00.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday'/><title type='text'>I've Got A Tip For You Tuesday #21</title><content type='html'>I love popcorn.  I mean it.  I LOVE popcorn.  Sometimes, I eat popcorn and drink coffee for breakfast.  Sometimes, I eat popcorn for supper.   Do you want to know how I make my popcorn?  Well, I sure don't buy the bags to put in the microwave.  I sure don't use an air popper.  Nope.  I don't.   I use this little baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S1T9ikt1biI/AAAAAAAACB0/PUZwrOm5S3c/s1600-h/Presto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S1T9ikt1biI/AAAAAAAACB0/PUZwrOm5S3c/s400/Presto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428242221301591586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1TBLS of Orville Redenbacher's popcorn oil and a handful of popcorn, two minutes in the microwave and PRESTO!  Perfect popcorn.  It's the best deal going for $17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get thee one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85719/cindydianne/a66e0c7e9c5ce2fa6dc0506e1c295ea6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777198-2667470172118711918?l=cindydianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2667470172118711918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777198&amp;postID=2667470172118711918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2667470172118711918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777198/posts/default/2667470172118711918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindydianne.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-got-tip-for-you-tuesday-21.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A Tip For You Tuesday #21'/><author><name>CindyDianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13670606436554430600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sG3WS0DL75s/TXWdefVLVRI/AAAAAAAACRQ/oSiVbpA7kvA/s220/SeaWallCindy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N3qEPFwSih0/S1T9ikt1biI/AAAAAAAACB0/PUZwrOm5S3c/s72-c/Presto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
