<?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-6127317745547927432</id><updated>2012-02-11T12:04:54.120-06:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='Another fun weekend'/><title type='text'>Mimi's Toes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>580</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8015192991989766734</id><published>2012-02-10T06:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T09:31:13.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjLp5FKvSmc/TzVPk78_W3I/AAAAAAAAD6E/Qd_k8TmkAa4/s1600/older%2Bthan%2Bdirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707555598749358962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjLp5FKvSmc/TzVPk78_W3I/AAAAAAAAD6E/Qd_k8TmkAa4/s400/older%2Bthan%2Bdirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One year ago today, we were on our way to pick my sister up from the airport. She was coming home for our dad's 80&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Celebration. Dad didn't know it at the time that we were having him a big Birthday party with close friends and family. I wanted it to be a surprise, but a little voice inside said to tell him about his party. So, after Diane got there and we were all sitting around, I told him about his party and that it would be at the Mission Church down the street from his house. He loved that little church&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and the Pastor and his wife were so gracious to open their doors to us, with no charge to use their hall. Dad was so excited, he started calling people and inviting them to his party. I told him that I had already invited close friends and family. He wanted to help and go to the store with Diane and I, but it was snowing and we told him to stay in and we would handle everything. We didn't want him getting out and taking a chance on falling on the ice. Diane and I headed to the store to pick up the Birthday cake and balloons. I am a balloon person and think it's very important to have balloons at a party. I knew my dad loved balloons. I found one that said "older than dirt"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he loved it. I also wanted to find an iron on #80 to put on a shirt I bought him. After we got back home, I snuck in to work on his shirt, which he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;would open up at his party and put on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would have known that he&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;would have that shirt on while riding in the ambulance to the hospital&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hours later that night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He watched me bake cookies from his comfy lazy boy. He wanted to be the first one to taste one. I will never forget the smile from ear to ear on his face. He was so excited about his party and watching us prepare for it. He was the first to arrive to his party. He was amazed at the decorations and got him a seat and awaited the guests arrival. I served him a plate of pizza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and munchies and he said it was the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would have known it&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;would be his last meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He told jokes and stories to everyone sitting around him. I heard some that I was hearing for the first time. We lit the candles on the beautiful cake and he blew it out. My grand-daughter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ivy cried because she didn't get to blow it out. My dad said "light those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;candles again and let that baby blow it out"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she did. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He enjoyed his cake. Being diabetic he watched his sweets, but this night he didn't watch it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He may have known that it didn't matter now that he eat a big piece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He opened up his gifts and we all had lots of laughs. Sherry, a family member, brought her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; machine and we sang and had a fun time. Dad was clapping his hands and really enjoying all the singing. I wish now that someone would have video taped the party, but we did get lots of pictures. I had gotten a large cupcake pillow with a candle that all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the guests signed and it sang Happy Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He held it tight to his chest after we got home that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who would have known that we would be burying that pillow with him days later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It all still seems like a bad dream. It was like my world stopped. My dad would never walk down the hallway again to greet me in the mornings when I would stop before work for coffee. His chair across from me sits empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow we will celebrate what would have been his 81st Birthday. I got a cupcake heart cake. The grandkids will blow out candles and we will sing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We will remember my dad &amp;amp; Poppal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will be smiling down &amp;amp; probably having a big Birthday party in Heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-8015192991989766734?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8015192991989766734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8015192991989766734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8015192991989766734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8015192991989766734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/1-year-ago.html' title='1 year ago'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjLp5FKvSmc/TzVPk78_W3I/AAAAAAAAD6E/Qd_k8TmkAa4/s72-c/older%2Bthan%2Bdirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-4650733157186558879</id><published>2012-02-03T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:17:42.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb. 3, Friday Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAvy6cci2qI/Tyw14NX-8WI/AAAAAAAAD54/IVXbykpvLXM/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704994067750777186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAvy6cci2qI/Tyw14NX-8WI/AAAAAAAAD54/IVXbykpvLXM/s320/hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; **I want to go back to this hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I decided to stop coloring my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I have lots of grey, but it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love jelly beans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I want to hold a newborn baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love to make people happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**Olive Garden upset me last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love having dinner out with Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I'm thankful for a great Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I am happy when it snows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love our new dogs, Lilly &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I quit going on diets, cause they don't work for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I have been on a green olive craving spree lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I will see my sister in 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I miss my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love finding coins on the ground (money from heaven)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**My dads 1 year anniversary in heaven is coming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**Time is going way too fast to keep up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love having coffee and breakfast with my mom every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**Did I say I love jelly beans? Cause I'm chewing on them now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I must have the t.v. on to fall asleep in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I need a personal chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I want to rock babies in the hospital nursery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I can't wait til Celebrity Apprentice is on, Feb. 12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I like Michelle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I want to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; in concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I found the best fitting jeans ever at Lane Bryant, I live in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I'm proud of my daughter's talent to knit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love wearing sweatshirts on weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I don't watch the Superbowl, just halftime and commercials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I can't wait for some sister time in 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I would love to retire some day to the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love to go to Lake George and feed the ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I love Sunday morning breakfast with Mike and Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**I would like to have more family gatherings with my kids and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I could go on and on with my thoughts....thanks for tuning in.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-4650733157186558879?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4650733157186558879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=4650733157186558879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4650733157186558879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4650733157186558879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/feb-3-friday-random-thoughts.html' title='Feb. 3, Friday Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAvy6cci2qI/Tyw14NX-8WI/AAAAAAAAD54/IVXbykpvLXM/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3852027109505401931</id><published>2012-01-25T06:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:57:17.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A favorite Christmas gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIWhhCrJF5E/TyBqAHSSsNI/AAAAAAAAD5s/gWeaj3O4gJs/s1600/mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701673678439362770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIWhhCrJF5E/TyBqAHSSsNI/AAAAAAAAD5s/gWeaj3O4gJs/s400/mug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't usually mention things I want for Christmas. I happened to say that I really really wanted some soup mugs. I like eating cereal or soup out of a mug rather than a bowl. My darling daughter, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; gave me this special mug for Christmas. It is from the "Friends" Central Perk. I LOVE it. It's gotten a lot of use already and I handle it with loving care. I don't like to let it sit in the sink dirty. I usually wash it right away and put it in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;it's safe spot until next use&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the little things in life that bring me joy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3852027109505401931?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3852027109505401931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3852027109505401931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3852027109505401931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3852027109505401931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/favorite-christmas-gift.html' title='A favorite Christmas gift'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIWhhCrJF5E/TyBqAHSSsNI/AAAAAAAAD5s/gWeaj3O4gJs/s72-c/mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5370783242854878788</id><published>2012-01-11T06:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:42:24.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icAurSTb_No/Tw3KpcpbcxI/AAAAAAAAD5g/5a1jQbmu2bQ/s1600/celtic%2Bbelieve.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696431917106950930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icAurSTb_No/Tw3KpcpbcxI/AAAAAAAAD5g/5a1jQbmu2bQ/s400/celtic%2Bbelieve.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A favorite Christmas gift from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jeff were tickets to see our favorite group, Celtic Woman. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is a new concert which we have seen on t.v. but not live. We have been to 3 of their concerts and were amazed each time at their angelic voices. The neat part is, the concert is on Mike's birthday, March 31 in Chicago. The way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; had us open them was so clever. She wrapped my ticket inside a Coach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wrist let&lt;/span&gt;(which I love) and Mike's was in a book on a certain page. She had us open at the same time. She puts a lot of thought into her gifts and we were so happy to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still have my Christmas tree up. It's in a corner, not in the way. I usually take it down before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph's&lt;/span&gt; Birthday, Jan. 8, but this year I enjoyed looking at it longer. I guess it's time to take it down, maybe by the weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since my dad passed away, almost 11 months now, our routine on weekends are usually spent with my mom and taking her out for breakfast or dinner. It's been nice hanging out with my hubby and her. I appreciate my hubby so much in helping me and her with her household duties that needs a mans touch. Years ago my weekends were consumed with church activities (without my husband) and now it's consumed in a new way. I'm loving spending time with Mike and doing things with him and helping my mom at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to cook new things, especially what my husband likes. I have been eating less chicken and trying to like fish. Mike will not eat chicken. He loves fish, so I am starting to like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tilapia&lt;/span&gt;. As long as it's a white fish, I can eat it. We are trying to eat healthier and not having so much junk food in the house. I'm proud of Mike for choosing grapes as one of his snack foods. I was really proud of myself lately, for making a copy cat version of an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apple bee's&lt;/span&gt; recipe. Mike had ordered Cajun seasoned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tilapia&lt;/span&gt; over rice and corn &amp;amp; black bean salsa. It was on the Weight Watcher's menu. I googled it and found the recipe and made it. It did call for quite a few ingredients but once you make the seasoning, you have it for next time. It makes a lot. He said it tasted just like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apple bee's&lt;/span&gt;....Mission accomplished! I served it with steamed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; and we had a healthy, delicious meal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to spend more time with my grand kids this year. I would like to take my grand-daughter's, Abby &amp;amp; Ivy to get their nails done. I would like to take the grand-son's somewhere fun for boys. The cousins don't get to spend much time together and I would love to change that. I have such great memories as a child spending time with my cousins and I have remained close to many of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am loving that we rescued 2 of the most loving, playful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doxie&lt;/span&gt; dogs, Lilly &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt;. They have changed the mood in the house so much. Our 16 year old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doxie&lt;/span&gt;, Hanker Boy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tolerates&lt;/span&gt; them pretty well. We don't look for him to last much longer. But he's a tough dog. For once, Mike has not only 1 lap dog, but 2. It was meant for them to come and live with us. They remind us of the possums in the movie Ice Age. We got them each a long stuffed toy for Christmas and now our living room floor is covered with white stuffing from the toys. They are so happy to see us when we come home from work. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt; jumps up about 3 feet and Lilly runs to get her toy. They are our little girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started playing Words with Friends on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Face book&lt;/span&gt; a while back and have 20 games going on now. It's hard to keep them going without getting behind. I find myself waking up at night going to the computer to play a word. I do enjoy it and it keeps your mind active. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, this is what's on my mind today along with a zillion other things. Sorry if I bored you. I really am trying to Blog more often. And read other blogs. I want to get my old self back again, before my dad's death. It's been a hard year for me. I'm just glad I have my friends and family to lift me up. It will get better. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, what's on your mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-5370783242854878788?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5370783242854878788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5370783242854878788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5370783242854878788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5370783242854878788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind?'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icAurSTb_No/Tw3KpcpbcxI/AAAAAAAAD5g/5a1jQbmu2bQ/s72-c/celtic%2Bbelieve.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7848467293925730224</id><published>2012-01-08T05:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T06:02:34.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 35th Birthday Steph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfhd9BDFVrk/Twl90LUoWYI/AAAAAAAAD5U/udfsRsba0hg/s1600/Steph%2527s%2B35th%2BBD%2B2012%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695221539132692866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfhd9BDFVrk/Twl90LUoWYI/AAAAAAAAD5U/udfsRsba0hg/s400/Steph%2527s%2B35th%2BBD%2B2012%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695221043159575170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEObPlpOpAI/Twl9XTrbKoI/AAAAAAAAD5I/985s5sBgdu4/s400/Steph%2527s%2B35th%2BBD%2B2012%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695220813288000530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JbJ9JukEmI/Twl9J7VxTBI/AAAAAAAAD48/djFK6wG6U6U/s400/steph%2527s%2B35th%2Bbd%2B2012%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is a very special day. It's Stephanie Ruth (Wilson) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Precourt&lt;/span&gt; day. 35 years ago today a beautiful baby girl with thick black hair was born. My world would never be the same. Where have the years gone?&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; would choose her Birthday cake right after Christmas. Our tradition was "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robbins" Birthday cake. She had all the favorite characters through-out her childhood. Her favorite flavor was peanut butter &amp;amp; chocolate. We did do some chocolate chip also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We celebrated her 35&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; as a family on the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We had a delicious steak dinner at one of our favorite places in town. Kelsey's Steakhouse. We sat in a very comfy, private area and if the kids wanted to get loud, it didn't bother anyone. I looked around at the L shaped table and was trying to soak up my family...MY family. My 2 children, their spouses AND my 6 beautiful, healthy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. And of course my hubby too. I could have sat their without having a bite to eat, just enjoying the moment of everyone getting together to celebrate their mom, wife, sister, Aunt, daughter's birthday. I have a permanent photo in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abby &amp;amp; Gray wanted to sit by me, so I sat between them. I noticed that the closer Abby got to me, Ivy wanted a piece of me too. She wandered over and sat on one leg while we were waiting for our meal. Then Abby sat on the other leg. What a feeling, to have both of my precious grand-daughters on my lap. They giggled and had their own conversation. Ivy said to Abby "do you want to wear our white dresses when we go back to Mimi's house"? I have 2 white flower girl dresses that they love to play dress up in. They never fight over which one they want to wear. It's the cutest thing. After dinner, we all gathered back to my house for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dessert. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; has switched from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robbins to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.designerdessertsbakery.com/"&gt;Designer Dessert &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's the happening place for Birthday Celebrations or any day of the week if you have a sweet tooth. I got a variety of flavors, since it is so hard to choose. We always cut them in half and everyone gets to try their favorite. The adults favorite was the Red Velvet Cake with cream cheese icing. I think it's my new favorite one now. I use to really like the coconut cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We sang Happy Birthday and enjoyed the rest of the evening. The cousins played and had a great time running around after the sugar high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a great evening celebrating a special Birthday. She is a busy Birthday girl, getting to celebrate 3 days in a row with friends and other family. I see great&lt;/span&gt; things &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ahead for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. She deserves it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Sweet Daughter. I love you, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-7848467293925730224?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7848467293925730224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7848467293925730224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7848467293925730224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7848467293925730224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-35th-birthday-steph.html' title='Happy 35th Birthday Steph!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfhd9BDFVrk/Twl90LUoWYI/AAAAAAAAD5U/udfsRsba0hg/s72-c/Steph%2527s%2B35th%2BBD%2B2012%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7758125242781691439</id><published>2011-12-15T06:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:43:09.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' ready for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOFNIi-i2Yk/TupWtPVYRnI/AAAAAAAAD4M/7fgdQH8Bzvw/s1600/noahs%2Bconcert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686452814718977650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOFNIi-i2Yk/TupWtPVYRnI/AAAAAAAAD4M/7fgdQH8Bzvw/s400/noahs%2Bconcert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our first week of December started out with a concert featuring our Grandson, Noah's school choir. I still can't believe he is in 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. He chose to be in the special choir that meets before school starts. You could see on his face when he sang that he loves every minute of it. He puts his whole heart and soul into his performance. His face shone like an angel. You could also see that he enjoyed sitting between 2 pretty girls. It was so special for Noah to have both sets of grandparents at the concert. With myself and Mike are his other grandma and grandpa, who are a very special couple. I feel so blessed to share our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandparent ship&lt;/span&gt; with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IY1hioqMiM8/TupWj0rHaII/AAAAAAAAD4A/6IjYEK3yQn8/s1600/christmas%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686452652943566978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IY1hioqMiM8/TupWj0rHaII/AAAAAAAAD4A/6IjYEK3yQn8/s400/christmas%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And, so on to the next activity....while watching Abby &amp;amp; Jack, we decorated the traditional gingerbread house. They asked me if it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to sit on the table because in their house it was against the rules. I told them I have a rule in my house that when you decorate a gingerbread house, you have to sit on the table. Jack was more interested in eating the gingerbread and playing with the little candies in the bowls. Since they already have a gingerbread house at their house, I put this one on my piano. It turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686452509329805266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ACCWoAFJt0/TupWbdq7T9I/AAAAAAAAD30/RKedsO2o4AQ/s400/santa%2Btrain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686452420006434226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1w8hsZ-ZyA4/TupWWQ6k1bI/AAAAAAAAD3o/gUwO4h0FHgs/s400/santa%2Btrain%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On to our next activity, which was last Saturday. We boarded the "Santa Train" in North Judson, IN., which is only about an hours drive from our house. Nate, Elsa, Abby, Jack, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Mimi were delighted by the little train station and gift shop while we awaited to get on board for our 45 min. round trip ride. We picked Santa up on the route and he made his way starting in the back of the train, to each child. He sat in each seat and asked each child what they wanted Santa to bring them. We were one of the last ones to talk to him since we were at the very front of the train. Jack told him he wanted "Thomas". Jack loves trains. We got him the Thomas take along train set for Christmas, so he will get "Thomas". When it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abbys&lt;/span&gt; turn she told him she wanted Barbie dolls. He gave each child a little treat bag filled with goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686452325186960466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SY-EGmVsStk/TupWQvr2fFI/AAAAAAAAD3c/a6tbgvGrY7A/s400/santa%2Btrain%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This picture of Jack and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favorites. I told Jack to put his arm around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; and he put the opposite arm around him and faced the wall of the train, with his back to me. We got a laugh out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686452017919207634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_QN-A1V-b0/TupV-3BgqNI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/uiXff9UCJtg/s400/santa%2Btrain%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We walked around the little town by the train station and ate lunch at a little Bakery/Cafe. Jack loved making faces while waiting on his lunch. He keeps us entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686451558148018466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EM36Bma1aME/TupVkGPhESI/AAAAAAAAD24/7hxL0VbmQ9E/s400/santa%2Btrain%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The night before we went on the Santa Train, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Chicago to see the Nutcracker. I wish I had a picture to share of this exciting night. We ate at our favorite restaurants, Grand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt; Cafe. It was a perfect evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, as you can see, my December has been filled with lots of fun activities and it has only begun. I wish things would slow down so I could catch up. I want to savor every second of making new memories with my family. I'm really looking forward to Christmas this year. We are all going as a family to a candlelight service on Christmas Eve. This will be a very special time to reflect on the true meaning of Christmas. Whatever activities you are doing this month, enjoy them and capture the memories. This will be the first Christmas without my dad but I know he would want us to carry on and celebrate as if he were here. &lt;em&gt;And that's just what we will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-7758125242781691439?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7758125242781691439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7758125242781691439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7758125242781691439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7758125242781691439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/gettin-ready-for-christmas.html' title='Gettin&apos; ready for Christmas'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOFNIi-i2Yk/TupWtPVYRnI/AAAAAAAAD4M/7fgdQH8Bzvw/s72-c/noahs%2Bconcert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-2945430928011045510</id><published>2011-12-04T06:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:06:11.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Lilly &amp; Halle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aukLahwTio/TttlDEhF_ZI/AAAAAAAAD2s/zX_YJMCH1lA/s1600/Lilly%2B%2526%2BHalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682246458284572050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aukLahwTio/TttlDEhF_ZI/AAAAAAAAD2s/zX_YJMCH1lA/s400/Lilly%2B%2526%2BHalle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Who would have thought that 3 weeks after losing our precious Penny girl, we would be doubly blessed with these beautiful mini sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dachshunds&lt;/span&gt;, Miss Lilly and Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt;. I knew it wouldn't be long before Mike searched out another lap dog. He would go on-line every night to rescue sites to seek out that perfect four legged friend who deserved a loving home. He found these 2 on a rescue site in Woodstock, IL. They came to live with a lady, who works for an animal hospital because the owner of the dogs lost her home and couldn't take the dogs with her. She left them in her basement and other people were taking care of them, until they ended up with the lady we got them from. She made sure they were up to date with all shots and even had their teeth cleaned. I broke down and called about them and emailed the lady and eventually we set a time to meet them and would go from there. Needless to say, on Saturday morning, Dec. 3, we made the 95 mile trip to Crystal Lake, IL where the dogs were. At first meeting, Lilly was barking at us and was stand offish. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt; was more brave and sniffed us out. After about 15 minutes of feeding treats and talking baby talk, Lilly was warming up to us and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt; was my best friend. I look over and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halle&lt;/span&gt; jumped up in Mikes lap, which made him melt. Then Lilly jumped up in his lap. It only took about 30 minutes and we were in the truck ready to make our journey back home. We knew as soon as we saw them that they had a forever home with us.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;On our way home, Mike stopped at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; to get them a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;biscuit&lt;/span&gt; with egg. They were thrilled and gobbled it down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God works in mysterious ways....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We couldn't believe that Lilly is a dapple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daschund&lt;/span&gt;. We had a dapple daschund named Lily before we had Penny. After Lily passed away we got Penny. It is very rare to find a dapple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daschund&lt;/span&gt; that someone is getting rid of. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lady loaded us up with their belongings and in 1 large bag was a wardrobe with 2 each of everything. From hooded coats to Christmas dresses. When Abby &amp;amp; Jack came over for us to babysit, Abby had the best time playing dress-up with the doggies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cc-0L1mVQP4/Tttk16VNhhI/AAAAAAAAD2g/PJDWziPaCn0/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2BJack%2B%2526%2BAbby%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682246232212080146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cc-0L1mVQP4/Tttk16VNhhI/AAAAAAAAD2g/PJDWziPaCn0/s400/christmas%2B2011%2BJack%2B%2526%2BAbby%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Abby &amp;amp; Jack immediately fell in love with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682246044976720770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0gNRwAu15Zg/TttkrA00q4I/AAAAAAAAD2U/hLOoFiIIOgU/s400/christmas%2B2011%2BJack%2B%2526%2BAbby%2B006.jpg" /&gt;Look at Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thang&lt;/span&gt; in her Christmas dress! I will be taking them to have their pictures taken soon! Stay tuned for more styles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We do feel so blessed to have found these little angels who needed love and lots of petting. It's a Merry Christmas for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-2945430928011045510?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2945430928011045510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=2945430928011045510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2945430928011045510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2945430928011045510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-home-lilly-halle.html' title='Welcome Home Lilly &amp; Halle'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aukLahwTio/TttlDEhF_ZI/AAAAAAAAD2s/zX_YJMCH1lA/s72-c/Lilly%2B%2526%2BHalle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3723737424884486438</id><published>2011-11-20T17:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T05:53:29.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunday to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--agHuwVeYX0/TsmI-dnE4RI/AAAAAAAAD18/8yZ_mf-fDFQ/s1600/Sharon%2B%2526%2BNancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677219411959013650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--agHuwVeYX0/TsmI-dnE4RI/AAAAAAAAD18/8yZ_mf-fDFQ/s400/Sharon%2B%2526%2BNancy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a dream fulfilled today. I met, sat and had the best brunch/conversation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://momgenerations.com/sharon/"&gt;Sharon &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; Barry Couto from Rhode Island, along with a bestie bloggy buddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bacardimama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; Dick Collins. When Nancy emailed me to invite my hubby and I to have brunch with them, I was delighted and shocked. Sharon &amp;amp; Barry were passing through on their way home from a little trip to Chicago and South Bend. They arranged to meet up with us for Brunch. Unfortunately my hubby couldn't join&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;us due to catching a bad cold. I tried to get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to be my date, but she was busy with meeting a deadline for work and felt so bad that she had to decline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was the most delightful 3 hours of conversation and great food. I was the only odd ball and started with the meal first and skipped the salad. I could have stayed all night listening to Sharon and Barry stories. Sharon has inspired me from day one in reading her blog. I feel like I have known her forever. Her daughters are as lovely as she is. Growing up I always wanted to read books, but I had a comprehensive problem. I found in reading Sharons writings, I am captured in a way that I have never been captured before. She has my attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. So, that's why I started calling her my Favorite Author. She motivated me in a way that I can't explain. Same way with Nancy. I was captured by Nancy's life as a mom and grandma. I can relate to these beautiful women and I am so proud to call them my friends. This week of giving thanks, I am Thankful for people who God puts in your path. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Barry, Sharon, Dick and Nancy for a Sunday to remember.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3723737424884486438?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3723737424884486438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3723737424884486438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3723737424884486438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3723737424884486438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-to-remember.html' title='A Sunday to Remember'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--agHuwVeYX0/TsmI-dnE4RI/AAAAAAAAD18/8yZ_mf-fDFQ/s72-c/Sharon%2B%2526%2BNancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-4719345996331551773</id><published>2011-11-17T06:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:31:44.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 77th Birthday mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4u6C720KOU/TsVs0p8Mi7I/AAAAAAAAD1w/sWAYpq4YYBA/s1600/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676062557237709746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4u6C720KOU/TsVs0p8Mi7I/AAAAAAAAD1w/sWAYpq4YYBA/s400/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This picture was actually taken on my moms 76&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday last year, but I thought she turned 77. I made her the cake and put the 2 # 7's on the cake and nothing was said. My mom even thought she was 77. My daughter, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; pointed out to me that if she was born in 1934, she will be 77 this year. Duh! So it was like getting a bonus year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My mom is very special to me. I've watched her go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; many health issues and she deals with pain 24/7 in her back and legs. She also deals with a major hearing loss. My mom is a strong lady. She was a very hard worker and helped support our family while I grew up along with my sister and brother. She was the best cook around and we never wanted for anything. She always put herself above others. My wish for her today is to be free of pain and enjoy the ones around her who dearly love her. We will take her out for dinner at a local Mexican Restaurant to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Celebrate&lt;/span&gt; and have yummy Designer Desserts Cupcakes, thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just thankful my mom is around for another Birthday and I know my dad is with her today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 77&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday mom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-4719345996331551773?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4719345996331551773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=4719345996331551773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4719345996331551773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4719345996331551773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-77th-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy 77th Birthday mom!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4u6C720KOU/TsVs0p8Mi7I/AAAAAAAAD1w/sWAYpq4YYBA/s72-c/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6676542707431741972</id><published>2011-11-10T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:36:26.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion in September</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cHE6cBeBnrU/Trvwrbvk_8I/AAAAAAAAD1k/RiPFm88Y7GE/s1600/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673392784575627202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cHE6cBeBnrU/Trvwrbvk_8I/AAAAAAAAD1k/RiPFm88Y7GE/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday, September 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we gathered for my husband's side of the family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reunion&lt;/span&gt;. His sister, Susie in pink and her husband Jerry made the long trip from Colorado. Susie is the oldest of 3. My husband is the baby of the family. I love this picture of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; with her Aunt Susie. They have so much in common, it's unbelievable. The day before the reunion, we enjoyed hanging out and going to the European Market in Chesterton and then driving over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Valpo&lt;/span&gt; to walk downtown, in all the interesting shops and having lunch at a quaint spot. The one place that Susie and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; shared a love for was the knitting shop. Susie is very talented at making jewelry and loves any stores that have beads or unusual jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J79k3Rclb98/TrvwhgiL9tI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/6v4c2xwcDjc/s1600/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673392614062946002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J79k3Rclb98/TrvwhgiL9tI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/6v4c2xwcDjc/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Susie and Jerry are enjoying the lunch at the family reunion. We were able to rent a great little building at a local park that had a playground next to the building and a beautiful fishing pond across the road. Everyone commented at how perfect the spot was and private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673392114086607762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i85hj4RS9FY/TrvwEZ-ie5I/AAAAAAAAD1M/slZnI9ogBiM/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B004.jpg" /&gt;Four of my six grand kids enjoying the unique playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673391944878412930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvQl3E1U-Io/Trvv6joKVII/AAAAAAAAD1A/EewcLiNZ2cU/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B013.jpg" /&gt;This was the fishing pier. We brought lots of fishing poles. Thank God the weather was beautiful and the rain held off.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673391638276384946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGpCvjyJ9R0/TrvvotciqLI/AAAAAAAAD00/H7VWYayhwzQ/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B014.jpg" /&gt; Gray had a blast fishing beside his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grampa&lt;/span&gt;. I think all he caught was some seaweed, but he still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673391546414685602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp8F5ZMw3-o/TrvvjXPAXaI/AAAAAAAAD0o/d79QnqEJ_m4/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah had a good time too, as you can see by the smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673391417135215586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EC-Pl5mr-3Q/Trvvb1oYM-I/AAAAAAAAD0c/Yw-EQEzKG_8/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B002.jpg" /&gt;My nephew, Ben was our grill master. He grilled hamburgers, hot dogs, brats, chicken, pork chops and veggie burgers. It was all delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673390604027983026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00vC2UTsh00/TrvusgkgdLI/AAAAAAAAD0E/cxxX1d1l1K8/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B035.jpg" /&gt;So, we caught my son-in-law, Jeff and Cousin, Bob listening to the Bears Game.....while everyone was fishing or playing. It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; though, we wanted everyone to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673390438621487074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cP09qjLlpvo/Trvui4Yhn-I/AAAAAAAADz4/D6zHhMzHF8E/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B051.jpg" /&gt;I love this picture of Uncle Jerry &amp;amp; Aunt Susie with the boys. Jerry loves to teach the boys golf techniques. They went golfing the day the girls and Mike hung out. Gray actually cries to go and play golf with his dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673390306807820146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwn_NhEqMdk/TrvubNVsr3I/AAAAAAAADzs/W5SYLeBvUxo/s400/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B048.jpg" /&gt;My husbands siblings. His brother, Bruce on left with his wife Kathy, Jerry, Susie, Mike and me. This reunion was such a success. We are so happy we were able to get as many family members together as we did. Bruce and Kathy were happy to have their 3 boys and their families and Mike and I were happy to have our 2 kids with their families. It was so nice to see everyone laugh and get re-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt;. Susie and Jerry don't come often, but I look forward to another fun Reunion in a few years when they come back home. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gram would be so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6127317745547927432-6676542707431741972?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6676542707431741972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6676542707431741972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6676542707431741972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6676542707431741972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-reunion-in-september.html' title='Family Reunion in September'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cHE6cBeBnrU/Trvwrbvk_8I/AAAAAAAAD1k/RiPFm88Y7GE/s72-c/wilson%2Breunion%2B9-11%2B049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1554048804057290665</id><published>2011-11-09T06:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:33:36.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning at Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbzDYX60Xxw/TrBZDBQj7QI/AAAAAAAADzY/aKNZEYj9MH0/s1600/Carter%2BBears%2Bgame%2B9-1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670129839271832834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbzDYX60Xxw/TrBZDBQj7QI/AAAAAAAADzY/aKNZEYj9MH0/s400/Carter%2BBears%2Bgame%2B9-1-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I feel like such a slacker. I have neglected my blog and that does not make me happy. I know you don't want to hear how it's been hard to know what to write lately. I don't pick up my camera like I use to and that makes me sad. I want to capture all the special moments of being a Mimi again. It's coming up on 9 months that my dad passed away. I spend most weekends helping my mom out and stop every morning before work and make our breakfast and sometimes go after work to take her dinner. I feel the need to check on her often. I don't know what I would do without my husband, Mike. He has been there for Mom and I and stepped up making sure things are running properly around her house. My dad would be so proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love this picture of Carter at his first Bears game with his dad. I have it as my background on my computer. It puts a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Veterans day is coming up. I have plans to dig up a little dwarf size Norfolk pine tree from my parents backyard and plant it on my dads grave. My dad planted a row of Norfolk pine trees years ago and there is one little dwarf one that hasn't grown much. As much as he loved those trees, my sister had an idea to plant it on his grave. So, what better day to do this than Veterans Day, since my dad was a Veteran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Family will gather and we will plant it. I want the great-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; to have a part in planting. I want to hang little flag ornaments on the tree after it is planted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will share pictures of the little tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a follower of mine, thank you for hanging in there with me. I promise I am coming back full time pretty soon.....I have my camera ready to start snapping pictures of my favorite little people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-1554048804057290665?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1554048804057290665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1554048804057290665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1554048804057290665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1554048804057290665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/11/winning-at-life.html' title='Winning at Life'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbzDYX60Xxw/TrBZDBQj7QI/AAAAAAAADzY/aKNZEYj9MH0/s72-c/Carter%2BBears%2Bgame%2B9-1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1274124905420900270</id><published>2011-10-07T06:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:42:36.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday Gray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THS7ZYfCvYs/To8nW4sD-YI/AAAAAAAADzE/C5nhxcWq91g/s1600/zoo%2BGray%2527s%2B5th%2BB.D.%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660786530755803522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THS7ZYfCvYs/To8nW4sD-YI/AAAAAAAADzE/C5nhxcWq91g/s400/zoo%2BGray%2527s%2B5th%2BB.D.%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; This picture was taken last year on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grayson's&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday at Lincoln Park Zoo. What a fun day we had celebrating at one of our favorite places on earth. I could actually go to this zoo every week and never tire of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What can I say about my "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grayby&lt;/span&gt;"....He is a unique little man. He melts my heart when he Still likes to climb up on my lap and just sit. I have him a very special Birthday gift this year. I know it's something that he has been really really wanting. I can't wait to see his beautiful green eyes light up when he opens the box. We will celebrate his Birthday on Sunday with family. I have the pleasure of making him his special Birthday dessert....a chocolate torte with extra whip topping and sprinkles. Happy Birthday Gray....You are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; loved!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-1274124905420900270?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1274124905420900270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1274124905420900270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1274124905420900270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1274124905420900270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-6th-birthday-gray.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday Gray!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-THS7ZYfCvYs/To8nW4sD-YI/AAAAAAAADzE/C5nhxcWq91g/s72-c/zoo%2BGray%2527s%2B5th%2BB.D.%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-163892666473242349</id><published>2011-09-15T06:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:37:52.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Ivy LaRue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgYx87vfWnM/TnNOMXeenEI/AAAAAAAADy8/BoGpTY13ucw/s1600/ivy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652947931647351874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgYx87vfWnM/TnNOMXeenEI/AAAAAAAADy8/BoGpTY13ucw/s400/ivy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--l-0tbNoykU/TnNOIeJkNqI/AAAAAAAADy0/JmTmyFD9Pec/s1600/ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652947864719210146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--l-0tbNoykU/TnNOIeJkNqI/AAAAAAAADy0/JmTmyFD9Pec/s400/ivy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't believe my little Ivy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LaRue&lt;/span&gt; is already "3" years old. She has such a big personality. When Ivy is around, you know it. Every day is a party in her world. I have really enjoyed the past 3 years being her Mimi. She makes you feel so special. When she comes to visit, she runs with all her might and tackles you to give you that big bear hug. Her 3 big brothers adore her, but she calls the shots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We will celebrate as a family on Sunday with a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hello Kitty"&lt;/span&gt; Birthday party. Ivy thinks it's her party every time someone has a Birthday and it's time to blow out the candles. She thinks she should be the one to blow out the candles. Funny story about my dad's 80&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday party we had for him this year, after he blew out his #80 candle, Ivy started to cry real hard. She wanted to blow it out. So, my dad had it lit again so Ivy could blow out his candle. She thought it was Her party. So, it's like a tradition now, at most Birthday celebrations, we re-light the candles so Ivy can blow them out again. She gets so excited and claps....&lt;em&gt;cause every day is her party...&lt;br /&gt;Mimi loves you, ivy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;larue&lt;/span&gt;!! xx00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-163892666473242349?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/163892666473242349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=163892666473242349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/163892666473242349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/163892666473242349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-3rd-birthday-ivy-larue.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Ivy LaRue!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgYx87vfWnM/TnNOMXeenEI/AAAAAAAADy8/BoGpTY13ucw/s72-c/ivy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3156019422364858502</id><published>2011-09-01T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:11:47.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCXKuRFlypg/Tl_CTQCeUPI/AAAAAAAADyk/kpc3FwE6Ybs/s1600/sis%2Bin%2Bfla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647446093724537074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCXKuRFlypg/Tl_CTQCeUPI/AAAAAAAADyk/kpc3FwE6Ybs/s400/sis%2Bin%2Bfla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; This photo was taken 4 years ago when my sister and I were on a sister vacation in Florida. She is back home this week. Our mom spent 2 months with her in Louisiana and she flew back with our mom to help her home. I remember the evening this picture was taken. Our dad had given me money to treat us to a nice meal in Florida. We ate at a wonderful place near our hotel. He was so happy for us to have this time together. While my sister is home we want to plant a tree on our dads grave. It is a little northern pine tree that he had planted in his back yard years ago that won't grow. It is a dwarf tree. He planted a whole line of trees and this one is the only one that won't grow taller. He loved these trees. His headstone was delivered last week. We went with our mom the end of June and ordered it. It turned out perfect and we know dad would be so proud. When I saw it for the first time it was overwhelming to me. It was final. Everything was complete. We had a beautiful stone to go visit and pay our respects. It has vases on each side to keep beautiful flowers in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I've been staying at my moms while my sister is home. We talk a lot about our dad and keep his memory alive. This morning I made waffles for breakfast and for some reason the batter made one extra waffle. My sister put the extra waffle in the place where our dad would sit. It felt right. He is not with us anymore in body, but he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; with us in spirit. There is a void, but when we look at the sunshine we see our dad. When we see butterflies in his yard, we see our dad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He might be gone, but not forgotten....his spirit lives on....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3156019422364858502?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3156019422364858502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3156019422364858502' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3156019422364858502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3156019422364858502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/09/sister-week.html' title='Sister week'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCXKuRFlypg/Tl_CTQCeUPI/AAAAAAAADyk/kpc3FwE6Ybs/s72-c/sis%2Bin%2Bfla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-262987053033190114</id><published>2011-08-16T06:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:25:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kr4Q8TraB-o/Tkp3EOq7PbI/AAAAAAAADyc/xo8RoIVfIX8/s1600/birthday%2B55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641452397776289202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kr4Q8TraB-o/Tkp3EOq7PbI/AAAAAAAADyc/xo8RoIVfIX8/s400/birthday%2B55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was pleasantly surprised on my 55&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday when I saw the "Coach" shopping bag. I knew it had to be a "Coach" purse in that box, inside the shopping bag. My daughter knows what I like and she was determined to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;full fill&lt;/span&gt; my wish. I told her I didn't want her &amp;amp; Jeff spending that kind of money on me. She has 3 boys to get ready for school and she could use the money towards that. She said she had a coupon....and she wanted me to have it. So, I will accept it, without guilt. It came from the heart. I have had so much joy in carrying it, not because it's a Coach, but it is practical and I love how when you open it up, you see everything. It has handy pockets on each side and also the ends have a handy pocket as well. She knows my taste. And it matches my Coach wallet and my pink Coach umbrella. Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Jeff, Noah, Carter, Gray &amp;amp; Ivy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-262987053033190114?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/262987053033190114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=262987053033190114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/262987053033190114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/262987053033190114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/birthday-gift.html' title='Birthday gift'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kr4Q8TraB-o/Tkp3EOq7PbI/AAAAAAAADyc/xo8RoIVfIX8/s72-c/birthday%2B55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-195335249425530421</id><published>2011-08-02T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:17:30.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our wedding day 8-2-74</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-m8p2zRVs0/TjhYAKlNCUI/AAAAAAAADyU/Kb2BqaQs_Zg/s1600/37th1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636351693517818178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-m8p2zRVs0/TjhYAKlNCUI/AAAAAAAADyU/Kb2BqaQs_Zg/s400/37th1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 37 years ago today, Mike and I said "I do". It was a beautiful summer wedding with lots of yellow &amp;amp; lime green. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Daisy's&lt;/span&gt; and yellow roses. I loved my dress, especially the back. It is still as white as snow, packed away in my cedar chest. I look back and wonder why I got married so young. I have no regrets though. I am glad I was a young bride, young mom and now a somewhat young Mimi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We are celebrating our Anniversary this Saturday, the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.serenity-springs.com/bungalows.html"&gt;Serenity Springs &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in Michigan City. We got to choose a Bungalow cabin overlooking the lake. Ours is called "Sunny Delight". It will be so nice to get away and relax. I would love to celebrate our 40&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in Hawaii. Who knows, maybe our ship will come in and we will be able to afford to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-195335249425530421?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/195335249425530421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=195335249425530421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/195335249425530421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/195335249425530421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-wedding-day-8-2-74.html' title='Our wedding day 8-2-74'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-m8p2zRVs0/TjhYAKlNCUI/AAAAAAAADyU/Kb2BqaQs_Zg/s72-c/37th1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1887539393814837360</id><published>2011-07-29T06:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:53:02.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>55 years and 6 grandkids later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbvlIk0oD0c/TjYDa0FcCCI/AAAAAAAADyM/gnHrDQVMchs/s1600/Rhonda%2527s%2B55th%2BBirthday%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635695742893688866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbvlIk0oD0c/TjYDa0FcCCI/AAAAAAAADyM/gnHrDQVMchs/s400/Rhonda%2527s%2B55th%2BBirthday%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I started celebrating my 55&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday on Thursday, July 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. My friend brought me flowers, baked brownies &amp;amp; treated me to lunch. Friday, I met my cousin Bea and her family for lunch and was surprised when I saw my chair decorated with balloons. Saturday, July 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; on my Birthday, we celebrated all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;afternoon at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Donya's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;use. She had a housewarming party and included my Birthday and her mom, Mary's Birthday, who was born on the same day and year as I. My neighbor brought over a dozen peach colored roses and the yummiest chocolate dessert. Then on Sunday, July 31st, we celebrated with my immediate family at Red Robin. Monday, Aug. 1 will wind it down with being taken to lunch by my boss's wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I received the most awesome gifts for my Birthday. I got the most awesome Coach purse from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Jeff, Noah, Carter, Gray &amp;amp; Ivy. I was very surprised! Nate, Elsa, Abby &amp;amp; Jack got me custom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kid&lt;/span&gt; decals to go on my van. I had been wanting these for the longest time. I bought myself a new cell phone and am able to text message now. I got lots of other goodies. I am feeling so blessed and just so happy to have so many people show me love. It's been the best Birthday. And I felt my dad with me, which made it even more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ivy is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; missing from the picture. She slept through the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-1887539393814837360?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1887539393814837360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1887539393814837360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1887539393814837360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1887539393814837360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/07/55-years-and-6-grandkids-later.html' title='55 years and 6 grandkids later'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbvlIk0oD0c/TjYDa0FcCCI/AAAAAAAADyM/gnHrDQVMchs/s72-c/Rhonda%2527s%2B55th%2BBirthday%2B009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-4324262798555518980</id><published>2011-07-27T06:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:22:25.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts before turning "55"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLjYCxVaId8/TjBBDYHV5VI/AAAAAAAADx8/OfIRqQN4yW0/s1600/maxine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634074660109149522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLjYCxVaId8/TjBBDYHV5VI/AAAAAAAADx8/OfIRqQN4yW0/s400/maxine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;In 3 days I will celebrate my 55&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. Here are some random thoughts I will share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F88FBMrAxyA/TjA-zdmkBcI/AAAAAAAADx0/Ik0aAFwoX_o/s1600/ice%2Bcream%2Bsis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***For once, I am not worrying about my size. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;***I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; in bed last night with a piece of frozen Edwards key lime pie watching "Flipping Out".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***This is my first Birthday without having my dad. Another milestone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;***I love the Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***I am learning how to eat differently since dealing with a sensitive colon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***I miss eating nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;***I miss eating salads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;***I enjoy drinking water more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;***I want to go to the Fair and eat fried veggies and watch Kenny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahern's&lt;/span&gt; act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***I'm in love with my new fun Candie's sandals I got at Kohl's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***I need a pedicure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;***I miss my mom, who is visiting my sister in Louisiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;***I LOVE Edward's frozen key lime pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;***Notice how I always seem to get back on food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I don't enjoy yard sales since losing my dad. He motivated me to go to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;***I love listening to K-love inspirational music at my desk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;***The longer I am married, the more I appreciate my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;***I would love to move into a small house and have less things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***I would love to live across the street from my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;***I watch the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; but really don't enjoy it. I think it is scripted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;***I still love the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duggar&lt;/span&gt; family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;***I could go for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; small cone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***Since I have time left on my lunch hour, that's where I'm headed...across the street! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Almost 55&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to me....I am starting to celebrate early....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-4324262798555518980?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4324262798555518980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=4324262798555518980' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4324262798555518980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4324262798555518980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-thoughts-before-turning-55.html' title='Random thoughts before turning &quot;55&quot;'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hLjYCxVaId8/TjBBDYHV5VI/AAAAAAAADx8/OfIRqQN4yW0/s72-c/maxine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3934221065014373960</id><published>2011-07-18T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:59:46.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July Jubilee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9C7uJP80Qo/TiWu4_3HqbI/AAAAAAAADxs/PWOXB-MQxaI/s1600/Carters%2B9th%2Bbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631099203335203250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9C7uJP80Qo/TiWu4_3HqbI/AAAAAAAADxs/PWOXB-MQxaI/s400/Carters%2B9th%2Bbd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; July is a very busy month filled with lots of celebrations. Carter turned "9" on July 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. He always requests that I make his Birthday dessert. He loves torte, because he loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cool whip&lt;/span&gt;. So I made him a chocolate torte with extra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cool whip&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brtDPIQ9PMw/TiWuzWSZ5dI/AAAAAAAADxk/RR7HDgFuSPs/s1600/Navy%2BPier%2B7-17-11%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631099106276009426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brtDPIQ9PMw/TiWuzWSZ5dI/AAAAAAAADxk/RR7HDgFuSPs/s400/Navy%2BPier%2B7-17-11%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We visited Navy Pier on July 17. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; had tickets to see Pinocchio. It was such a great time with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Noah &amp;amp; Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631098838355206242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPiLEk44Wt0/TiWujwNG4GI/AAAAAAAADxU/BQyNI7LV_jA/s400/Navy%2BPier%2B7-17-11%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We ate at a delicious &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; restaurant at Navy Pier and walked around and browsed in all the shops. We had to visit the candy store and each of us got our favorite candy. Carter bought a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lego&lt;/span&gt; set with some of his birthday money and Noah bought a glow sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631098609341398690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQHkz2fBWjo/TiWuWbD9fqI/AAAAAAAADxM/JbZVdh1n_Xs/s400/July%2B4%252C%2B11%2B016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;July 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Celebration included a parade and picnic. All 6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; were together, which doesn't happen too often. It was so nice to have everyone together and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631094845886179474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGyAHWEaWfE/TiWq7XGUKJI/AAAAAAAADxE/39C0eQuNBEY/s400/July%2B4%252C%2B11%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jack was waiting for the firetrucks to pass at the parade. All the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; were excited to pick up candy that was thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631094740614594690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBNuDtLc1sM/TiWq1O7nQII/AAAAAAAADw8/T8Suz5PpJFE/s400/July%2B4%252C%2B11%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abby &amp;amp; Jack were thrilled to see Elmo walk by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The rest of July will bring a lot more celebrations. I think this is my favorite month. Maybe because it's my Birthday month. More celebrations to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3934221065014373960?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3934221065014373960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3934221065014373960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3934221065014373960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3934221065014373960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-jubilee.html' title='July Jubilee'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9C7uJP80Qo/TiWu4_3HqbI/AAAAAAAADxs/PWOXB-MQxaI/s72-c/Carters%2B9th%2Bbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7472891346991917642</id><published>2011-06-23T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:00:39.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3YggGZ4JWz8/TgOIQOQRfxI/AAAAAAAADwk/X_L8_8DCol0/s1600/sis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621486572174147346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3YggGZ4JWz8/TgOIQOQRfxI/AAAAAAAADwk/X_L8_8DCol0/s400/sis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sister flew in for 10 days to visit and help with our mom. She is taking mom back with her for a while. It's bittersweet. Since our dad passed away I have devoted a lot of time and energy to our mom. I wouldn't have it any other way. She is a precious mom. But she does need to get away and I do need the time to regroup. I have let a lot of things at my house fall by the wayside. Working a full time job and running 2 households can sometimes be a little much, but I am proud of myself for holding it all together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night was such a fun, girls night out. We went to see the movie "Bridesmaids". My sister said to me as we were waiting on the movie to start that she thinks this was our first movie together in a theater. I think she was right. We never took the time to go see movies together cause there was always something else to do. We laughed so hard and it was just the right medicine I needed. Although I have had to work while she is here, I manage to get off early and we still have lots of time to spend together. I used my vacation time during my sickness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We will order our dads headstone while she is here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today, we met for lunch and while sitting at the table, she saw a man who reminded her of our dad walk in. It really startled her. She kept saying she would love to see our dad, just one more time. He would have been right there with us at that table, enjoying lunch with us. &lt;br /&gt;It's been hard on my sister with being the first visit back home without dad. We still wait for him to walk down the hallway and say he's putting the coffee on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate to think of the day she and my mom will leave to go back to her house. I will miss them so much. Until then, I will cherish the time we have left to visit and make the most of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-7472891346991917642?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7472891346991917642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7472891346991917642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7472891346991917642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7472891346991917642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/sister-visit.html' title='Sister Visit'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3YggGZ4JWz8/TgOIQOQRfxI/AAAAAAAADwk/X_L8_8DCol0/s72-c/sis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-9115465244929655039</id><published>2011-06-09T11:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:54:06.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not like hospitals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AyOuxmE4JG8/TfEH5qF9JCI/AAAAAAAADwc/Egd7zAgYsbM/s1600/hospital-reception-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616278897440924706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AyOuxmE4JG8/TfEH5qF9JCI/AAAAAAAADwc/Egd7zAgYsbM/s400/hospital-reception-cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Last Thursday felt like a date night for hubby and myself. He suggested going out for pizza. We went to a local place who really does have amazing pizzas. We couldn't resist an appetizer of cheesy potato soup before our custom made pizza arrived. I was kind of full after eating the cup of soup, so I didn't overdo it on the pizza. It was a very enjoyable night catching up on things going on.&lt;br /&gt;During the night I was suddenly awakened by an awful pain and cramping in my lower stomach, which followed by a trip to the bathroom. This went on all night long. It felt close to labor pains and like a balloon was being blown up in my stomach and was about to pop. This went on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the next day and night. I was thinking that it must have been the pizza that didn't agree with me. I have had colitis &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a long time and this was the first time I have ever suffered this way. Mike wanted me to call my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but I figured I would just rest and do a liquid diet and see how I felt the next day. Saturday morning I knew it was time to see what was going on since I was only going down hill and I was afraid I would dehydrate. Mike drove me to the ER. Every bed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s filled, which meant a long wait. When It was my turn to go back, I was examined and given an IV and some mild pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A cat scan with dye was ordered with blood work. After about an hour later, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. gave me my results. I had an infectious Colitis. I was given the choice to stay the night in the hospital and being treated for the infection &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the IV, or go home with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and be on my own. It was easy for me to choose staying there, since I was sicker than a dog and out of it. I didn't think I could take the car ride back home. It had been about 27 years since I stayed overnight in the hospital with me being the patient. I have always been the caretaker and now the table was turned.&lt;br /&gt;I was taken to my room on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; floor of the hospital and climbed in Bed 1. I had a room mate, Robin in Bed 2. I can't say enough about how Robin was a God send to me. Her and I hit it off really quick. She was a few years older than I but I thought she was in her 30's. She was a beautiful spirit.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter came up to check on me with Noah, Carter &amp;amp; Ivy. They brought the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; uplifting cards. I knew I had to get well quick. After they left, I got a visit from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daughters&lt;/span&gt; in-laws. It was so nice to pass the time by visiting.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, if you are in the hospital to rest and relax and be left alone, that is not the place to spend a vacation. The nurses were in every hour and I can't believe the number of times &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dracula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came in to collect blood. I was on an all liquid diet. My breakfast the next morning consisted of yummy vegetable broth, jello, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ice &amp;amp; diet root beer. Robin and I dined together and both could not finish our breakfast. She was released after breakfast and we exchanged information to contact each other. Finally by early afternoon my colon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. came in to see me and I told her I wanted to go home to recover. She agreed that I could be sent home with instructions and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and follow up in 10 days. I think if I hadn't ask to go home, she would have kept me another day. I missed my bed. I wanted to be able to go to the bathroom without the friendly IV pole you have to push around.&lt;br /&gt;When I was finally released I was craving lemon rice soup. I didn't know if it was considered bland, (I was never given a list of foods that I could eat) since I was put on a bland diet. I figured it sounded like it would be bland. Mike went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a drive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at a local restaurant and got me a quart of the soup. After getting home, I gobbled up a cup of the soup. It didn't agree with me, so I didn't eat anymore. After that, I googled what foods I should be eating.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter brought gluten free groceries over for me to try and suggest that I try going gluten free. Mike went to the store and stocked up on foods I could try. The next few days were filled with pain and living in the bathroom. To make a long story short, 4 days after leaving the hospital, I am starting to feel like myself and am finally out of pain. I owe a lot to my friends on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; and family, for praying for me. I think having a support system is so important when trying to overcome a health condition. My sister was always there for me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to encourage me. At one point I thought to myself that if my sister could overcome cancer and chemo, I can deal with what I had.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that during this week of spending most of my time in bed and the bathroom, I was feeling hopeless and helpless. It was when I started watching inspirational shows on t.v. that really brought me out of the fog.&lt;br /&gt;This whole experience had me feeling as if I were in a valley. I needed to start climbing that mountain and fight this thing. I was not going to let IT win. This morning I woke up and was almost at the top of that mountain. I had a very restful night and was able to tolerate a good breakfast. I wasn't visiting the bathroom as much and I am starting to feel like my body is healing. I am thinking ahead of the game in my meal planning, so I won't grab just anything. I have to totally change my lifestyle and way of eating. I want a healthy colon, and if it means I won't be able to eat pizza for a while, then I can deal with that. Life is too important to screw it up with eating the foods that are poison to my colon.&lt;br /&gt;I have a new outlook today. I can't wait to get back to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to live again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-9115465244929655039?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9115465244929655039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=9115465244929655039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/9115465244929655039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/9115465244929655039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-do-not-like-hospitals.html' title='I do not like hospitals'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AyOuxmE4JG8/TfEH5qF9JCI/AAAAAAAADwc/Egd7zAgYsbM/s72-c/hospital-reception-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8870492222272159591</id><published>2011-06-02T06:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:27:27.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Million dollar crocs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNUQLL2vYtM/TefWQgWnfgI/AAAAAAAADwQ/rkyaYjpToPU/s1600/sandestin%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613691039591661058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNUQLL2vYtM/TefWQgWnfgI/AAAAAAAADwQ/rkyaYjpToPU/s400/sandestin%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613690972052329074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFdpSKxvWxs/TefWMkv_EnI/AAAAAAAADwI/Pc1X-0B0rCM/s400/Sandestin2%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;For 3 summers I have had the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of joining my Sister at her work conference in Florida for 6 days on the beach . The first summer I was able to go, I was so excited to gather things I would be taking. About 1 week before my trip, I met my parents for lunch and after lunch we went in a Hallmark store and I was admiring these colorful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt;. Before I knew it, my dad came up to me and said go ahead and get them and pick a pair out for your sister. He said he wanted to treat us for our trip. This was typical of our dad. He always wanted to make us happy and was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;our biggest cheerleader. I think it thrilled our parents as much as it did us to be able to go on a Sister Vacation. They knew how close we were as sisters and it was so important to have that time together.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt; were the first thing I would pack every summer after that. They also became my house shoes and sit beside my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sad to say, we won't be able to go this summer, due to cutbacks at her work, however, she will be flying home for 10 days instead. We will go to our local beach and wear our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt; and pretend we are on the white beaches of Florida. We will still have our Sister Vacation. It doesn't matter where we are, just so we are together. &lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt; mean more to me than they ever have, since my dad passed away. I look at them now and they have new meaning. I cherish them more. They remind me of my dad. I can still see the excitement in his eyes when he bought them for me. I cherish that memory. And that is why I call them my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Million dollar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-8870492222272159591?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8870492222272159591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8870492222272159591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8870492222272159591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8870492222272159591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/06/million-dollar-crocks.html' title='Million dollar crocs'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qNUQLL2vYtM/TefWQgWnfgI/AAAAAAAADwQ/rkyaYjpToPU/s72-c/sandestin%2B10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6380850848797210739</id><published>2011-05-27T06:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:51:51.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Lunch Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ITrqTYVCSg/Td-4rC2yxdI/AAAAAAAADv4/Q8DHSiERHJk/s1600/cousins%2B5-20-11%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611406710367503826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ITrqTYVCSg/Td-4rC2yxdI/AAAAAAAADv4/Q8DHSiERHJk/s400/cousins%2B5-20-11%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beatrice "Bea" "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt; Ann" and I are first cousins. Her dad and my dad were brothers. I am from July to October older than she is. I have such great memories as a child, living in Chicago and spending a lot of time with Bea and the family. We were always at each &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; houses on weekends. We went to church together and hung out whenever we could. I remember us both working in a little shrimp house that was under her home in this big building. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deveined&lt;/span&gt; shrimp and our pay was Jays potato chips and a bottle of pop. I will not eat shrimp to this day because of that experience. We were kids, not even old enough to work, but we looked at it as a little adventure. We loved to play house. Her brother, Jamie would be the dad, I would be the mom and Bea was our child. We would sit in their dads car and she would be in the back seat. We would pretend we were going on a road trip and every now and then we would yell at Bea to be quiet or good. We didn't need fancy toys, video games or t.v. to entertain us. We used our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imaginations&lt;/span&gt;. I remember spending the night with her one night and it was a hot summer night. We had a fan in the bedroom window. When we both woke up, our tongues were black. These are just a few of the memories I have. &lt;br /&gt;Through the years we moved away from Chicago and we didn't get to see one another as much. We tried to keep in touch as much as we could and tried to attend special events together. Time passed and we both got married, then kids and now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;We had such good intentions and wanted to celebrate our Big 50 birthdays together in the big city, where we grew up, but life happens and we never got around to it. Maybe we can do this on our Big 60. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 11, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she came to my dad's 80&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday party. She brought her beautiful grown daughters, Nikki &amp;amp; Angel. We picked up right where we left off. We laughed, we celebrated. My dad was thrilled to see his precious Bea. He adored her. He was her special uncle Art. That evening after the party when everyone went home, we continued the party by her and my sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; one another and we were on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;face book&lt;/span&gt; chat as well. We had the biggest laughs. It was like we were at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; slumber party. No one was sleepy and we were just giddy. &lt;br /&gt;And who would have known that just hours after that, my dad would suffer the stroke. &lt;br /&gt;In the next few days, Bea &amp;amp; her daughters were our rocks. We leaned on them and felt the love and support family should feel from other family members. &lt;br /&gt;When my dad was in intensive care, in the coma, I was praying for God to send the Angels to camp around him and I look up from praying and in walks Bea, in this beautiful snow white coat and her daughter, Angel. God knew I needed them and they were there. I have so many stories during these final days of my dads life but this was one that stood out the most.&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks passed, we decided to meet for lunch on Fridays. &lt;br /&gt;We formed "The Lunch Club". It consists of myself, Bea &amp;amp; her daughters. And I can't leave out a special member of the family, Jenn, who works at the place we meet at. &lt;br /&gt;This re-connection is just what our family needed. I feel so blessed to have these beautiful people in my life. They lift me up. It's like Bea and I are picking up where we left off when we were little girls back in Chicago. I think of her as my little Sis. It doesn't matter how much time passes....when your soul is connected...you always find a way back to re-connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to this, I am truly thankful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6380850848797210739?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6380850848797210739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6380850848797210739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6380850848797210739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6380850848797210739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-lunch-club.html' title='Friday Lunch Club'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ITrqTYVCSg/Td-4rC2yxdI/AAAAAAAADv4/Q8DHSiERHJk/s72-c/cousins%2B5-20-11%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7519500860547118742</id><published>2011-05-16T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:54:55.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfjmjzpPev0/TdFqO5QkCpI/AAAAAAAADuo/vZyMqA_WUus/s1600/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607379815173982866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfjmjzpPev0/TdFqO5QkCpI/AAAAAAAADuo/vZyMqA_WUus/s400/sunshine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...It's been 3 months since my dad went to heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I wake up a lot of mornings and look at the clock and it's 4:15....my dad died at 4:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I've neglected my blog because I've lost the desire to journal. I want the desire back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...My sister will be here in 33 days. It just happens that she will be home on Father's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I do more frowning than smiling lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...My grandson, Noah calls me almost every day at 4:00 to ask how my day was. SMILE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...My dad use to call me every day at 4:00 to ask how my day was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I put going to Curves on hold, since I don't have the time or desire to go right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I am a stress eater and I would like to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I love having manicures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...The highlight of Mother's Day was watching my daughter directing "Listen To Your Mother".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I am hooked on Celebrity Apprentice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I am thankful for my husband, loving his mother-in-law like he does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I love listening to K-love radio while working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I enjoy Sunday mornings having breakfast out with hubby and my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I'm sad that we won't be going on our Sister Vacation this year to Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I miss my hairdresser, Vicky. My hair has been very sad since she passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I'm burnt out on chicken salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I would love to go back in time and have a slice of Sally's cheese pizza at Woolworth's with my sister, with ketchup on top, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I'm looking forward to my new King size bed, thanks to my daughter, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on this thought, I will sign off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-7519500860547118742?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7519500860547118742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7519500860547118742' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7519500860547118742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7519500860547118742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfjmjzpPev0/TdFqO5QkCpI/AAAAAAAADuo/vZyMqA_WUus/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1634972879024982722</id><published>2011-05-10T14:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:42:06.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 year Bloggerversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exPqR3STCGE/TcmYrIQrNgI/AAAAAAAADug/Tun2qPtY37g/s1600/happy-anniversary-balloon-bouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605179077958514178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exPqR3STCGE/TcmYrIQrNgI/AAAAAAAADug/Tun2qPtY37g/s400/happy-anniversary-balloon-bouquet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;May 2, 2007 was the birth of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mimistoes&lt;/span&gt; and my blogging world. I can't believe I've been at this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for 4 years. I have enjoyed writing down my thoughts and showing off my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; and what I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;do in my world. I would like to be able to blog something every day, but some days I just don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;know what to say. The biggest reward I have gotten since starting this blog have been the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wonderful friends I've met along the way and the ones that have stuck with me, I appreciate so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;much. I do admit I've gotten a little off the course since losing my dad, but I am trying to get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;back on the path. Thank you to everyone who still tunes in each day, week or month. I try to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;visit your blogs as much as possible. I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-1634972879024982722?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1634972879024982722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1634972879024982722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1634972879024982722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1634972879024982722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/4-year-blogerversary.html' title='4 year Bloggerversary'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exPqR3STCGE/TcmYrIQrNgI/AAAAAAAADug/Tun2qPtY37g/s72-c/happy-anniversary-balloon-bouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-171399866379255428</id><published>2011-05-02T11:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:58:11.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Jack Jack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UauEkHS-dwE/Tb7gE-vL40I/AAAAAAAADuQ/DHlxX-Ol6cM/s1600/jack%2Bjack%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602161362660483906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UauEkHS-dwE/Tb7gE-vL40I/AAAAAAAADuQ/DHlxX-Ol6cM/s400/jack%2Bjack%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" It's MY birthday today and I am "2" whole years old". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What a blessing this little guy is to our family.&lt;br /&gt;My #6 grandchild, precious &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackson Kent Wilson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is already 2 and I can't believe the time has passed so quickly. He brings so much Joy to our family. He loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; trains and how fitting, at his birthday party on Saturday at the park we celebrated at, a bunch of trains passed by and he was so excited. I love this precious child so much and I pray blessings on his little life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Jack Jack, Mimi loves you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-171399866379255428?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/171399866379255428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=171399866379255428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/171399866379255428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/171399866379255428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-2nd-birthday-jack-jack.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Jack Jack!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UauEkHS-dwE/Tb7gE-vL40I/AAAAAAAADuQ/DHlxX-Ol6cM/s72-c/jack%2Bjack%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-616966575636516334</id><published>2011-04-28T06:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:51:38.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Memories 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Rd0ENIpjI/TbmXkCs3OpI/AAAAAAAADuI/KR9ESAhjtTY/s1600/easter%2B11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600674257068046994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Rd0ENIpjI/TbmXkCs3OpI/AAAAAAAADuI/KR9ESAhjtTY/s400/easter%2B11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There are "two" missing in this picture...I wish all "six" of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; could have been together Easter, but life isn't always fair. We still had a great day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph's&lt;/span&gt; in-laws graciously invited Mike, mom and I for Easter dinner. I contributed by making a ham, new recipe of mac &amp;amp; cheese &amp;amp; the traditional pistachio torte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;After lunch and Ivy's much needed nap, I hid "94" plastic eggs filled with goodies, such as money and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; certificates. I gave each a plastic crayon bank to put their change in. It was a big hit. To make the Easter egg hunt fair, Noah &amp;amp; Carter were told to only find 23 eggs each to give the little ones a chance. It worked out great cause they helped their other brother and sister. Team work! After it was all over, they got almost an equal amount of money. &lt;br /&gt;It was a nice relaxing day but I did feel the loss of my dad not being there. We went by his grave on the way home and put a pot of Easter lilies there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just another milestone to get through. Another holiday come and gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wish things would slow down so I can catch my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-616966575636516334?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/616966575636516334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=616966575636516334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/616966575636516334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/616966575636516334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-memories-2011.html' title='Easter Memories 2011'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Rd0ENIpjI/TbmXkCs3OpI/AAAAAAAADuI/KR9ESAhjtTY/s72-c/easter%2B11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3550402576155795966</id><published>2011-04-22T09:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T06:39:06.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Elsa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HppfxbSS-bM/TbGTyS13YZI/AAAAAAAADuA/YYeUVnuZLiU/s1600/2010%2BChristmas..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598418304058745234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HppfxbSS-bM/TbGTyS13YZI/AAAAAAAADuA/YYeUVnuZLiU/s400/2010%2BChristmas..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598417931224421810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADaoyF9q4BM/TbGTcl7PFbI/AAAAAAAADt4/Pqv0-0XzKmc/s400/2010%2BChristmas%2B004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598417171406366034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbvJjKHzfks/TbGSwXYfpVI/AAAAAAAADto/RNxXy5Dw_RQ/s400/Lake%2BGeorge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598416884880048290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjbPHznc_Ck/TbGSfr_TAKI/AAAAAAAADtg/QNHAP-cgdlI/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598416620526992882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEw25TiCHmk/TbGSQTMnffI/AAAAAAAADtY/PogWcn6a5kU/s400/Lake%2BGeorge%2B10-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was blessed with the greatest daughter-in-law, Elsa. Today, I honor her on her 30th Birthday. She is a God send to our family. She is such a devoted wife and mother. She is so giving of her time. I wish her blessings on top of blessings today as she celebrates a special Birthday, with her twin sister Kari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Elsa!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3550402576155795966?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3550402576155795966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3550402576155795966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3550402576155795966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3550402576155795966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-elsa.html' title='Happy Birthday Elsa!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HppfxbSS-bM/TbGTyS13YZI/AAAAAAAADuA/YYeUVnuZLiU/s72-c/2010%2BChristmas..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-956817969325025172</id><published>2011-04-12T07:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:37:03.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sis, my favorite Skyping buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc293aMsa0M/TaRttI6HZEI/AAAAAAAADtQ/BxrpaEGTf5s/s1600/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594717259353777218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc293aMsa0M/TaRttI6HZEI/AAAAAAAADtQ/BxrpaEGTf5s/s400/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is my Sister, Diane's Birthday, as well as my son, Nathan's Birthday. I love this picture of Diane with her Grandson's, Evan &amp;amp; Aden, as we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;skyping&lt;/span&gt;, which we try to do on a daily basis. She is such a devoted "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mommal&lt;/span&gt;". I've said it before, but I will say it again, I am so thankful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;. We can stay connected as a family and this is worth so much to me. During the loss of our dad, it has been so important to help each other through the hard times and we sit and cry together and feel each others pain. I am especially thankful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; because with our mom's hearing problem on the phone, she can sit and talk to Diane and see and hear her so much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today, my wish for my Sister is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glorious day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and that she soaks up all of the Blessings her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friends and family bestows on her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is so deserving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-956817969325025172?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/956817969325025172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=956817969325025172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/956817969325025172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/956817969325025172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-sis-my-favorite-skyping.html' title='Happy Birthday Sis, my favorite Skyping buddy!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc293aMsa0M/TaRttI6HZEI/AAAAAAAADtQ/BxrpaEGTf5s/s72-c/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7444176719619363285</id><published>2011-04-06T12:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:00:36.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on the Fog to lift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2By8XziE7Fg/TZ3yR2mkRuI/AAAAAAAADtI/w03bANU5qDQ/s1600/fog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592892700792997602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2By8XziE7Fg/TZ3yR2mkRuI/AAAAAAAADtI/w03bANU5qDQ/s400/fog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I have been in a Fog since Feb. 12 @ 2:15 a.m. This was the time that my dad told my sister to press the Lifeline alert button on his necklace he wore. He then went into the Coma, from which he would never wake up from. The events that unfolded after that is slowly coming back to my memory. I can be sitting watching t.v., driving in my van, sitting at my desk at work or lying in the bed and all of a sudden a thought of that horrible night will come to mind and I am a mess.....panic, tears and thoughts of hopelessness take over my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have beat myself up many times over what ifs. My sister told me that her friend told her that the funeral is the easiest part, which is so true. I felt like I was in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trance&lt;/span&gt; during my dad's funeral. I barely remember faces I saw there. It was all in slow motion. I don't remember crying a lot. I felt a peace in knowing my dad was in heaven. I thought that I would crumble at his casket when I first viewed him, but I felt these big arms holding me, and I felt such peace. I felt comfort. I knew I had to be strong for my mom, sister and brother. It's my nature to take care of others. I figured I could crumble in private. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am left now, without my buddy, my dad. He was someone I could count on for anything. I could count on his many phone calls on a daily basis. I could count on going to my answering machine and playing it to say "Rhonda, this is your dad, please give me a call". I could count on a smile and a good morning when I would stop most mornings on my way to work. He would always have the coffee on. I could count on him walking down the hallway towards&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the bar/counter area&lt;/span&gt; where he would sit across from me as we drank our coffee and ate our breakfast that I would sometimes make for him and mom. He loved my french toast. He would always say "thank you baby doll"....He was so appreciative at everything I would do for him. He intentionally saved the ripe bananas in the fruit basket for me, knowing I would make him his favorite banana bread. I can remember many nights staying up late baking, so I could bring him fresh loaves the next morning. I knew how much Joy this brought to him. My mom told me one time that my dad looks forward to me stopping every morning. It's what made him happy to wake up to. I guess you could say I spoiled him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, what next, I ask myself? I promised my dad when he was in the coma that I would take care of my mom and carry on where he left off. I have big shoes to fill. I will fill them proudly. I will not give up and will find a way out of this Fog I've been in. I have good days and I have bad days. I find myself not wanting to be around a lot of people or even read blogs. It's almost like my life as it was, froze and I'm trying to chisel away and come back to what it use to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My mom and I started going to a support group at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VNA&lt;/span&gt; hospice, which I think is a step in the right direction. We will get through this. We know my dad would want us to carry on. Like my sister said to me, when she was having a hard time yesterday, she felt that dad would say to us&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry, Be Happy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-7444176719619363285?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7444176719619363285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7444176719619363285' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7444176719619363285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7444176719619363285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/04/waiting-on-fog-to-lift.html' title='Waiting on the Fog to lift'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2By8XziE7Fg/TZ3yR2mkRuI/AAAAAAAADtI/w03bANU5qDQ/s72-c/fog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8182992522501940283</id><published>2011-03-21T06:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:27:10.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning with Jack Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABASILJmNNo/TYexD7H3wlI/AAAAAAAADtA/b17c9hFSUHY/s1600/jack%2Bjack%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586628543744819794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABASILJmNNo/TYexD7H3wlI/AAAAAAAADtA/b17c9hFSUHY/s400/jack%2Bjack%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jack hung out with me on Saturday morning for a few hours.  He was just the medicine I needed for cheering up.  I love this little guy so much.  It's so funny, I have all kinds of Boy toys but it never fails, he wants to play tea party or....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TYHbzVIMEA/TYexALNG4PI/AAAAAAAADs4/jb2CC9ZFCbU/s1600/jack%2Bjack%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586628479342272754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1TYHbzVIMEA/TYexALNG4PI/AAAAAAAADs4/jb2CC9ZFCbU/s400/jack%2Bjack%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586628396809044626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUyQk-Mp9ns/TYew7XvpwpI/AAAAAAAADsw/UrIpFih-Jn8/s400/jack%2Bjack%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, these are his sisters &amp;amp; Ivy's dress up shoes.  And he can even walk around in them.  He cracks me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586628282051851554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emKCFNV3Cs4/TYew0sPZ9SI/AAAAAAAADso/rq-c2x4opuE/s400/jack%2Bjack%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586627979652862834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WDsQ7M8QgA/TYewjFt3k3I/AAAAAAAADsg/4YOmEv6O5Hc/s400/jack%2Bjack%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He does like to play checkers by scattering them all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586627908358312530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-625VhT6yf7s/TYewe8H7ElI/AAAAAAAADsY/KYnI4KB7m0w/s400/jack%2Bjack%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He loves the horse that Abby named "Moo".  And of course string cheese, chips, fruit snacks, pretzels....all before 11 am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have a wooden cookie jar that sits low enough for all the grand-kids to help themselves to what's inside.  It is a special wooden cookie jar because it belonged to my mother-in-law, Gram.  She always kept Salerno butter cookies in it.  My kids loved to take the lid off of the cookie jar and reach in and pull out a cookie, that Gram would put on their finger through the hole.  I have fruit snacks or other treats inside and sometimes I do put Grams cookies.  When Jack comes in the front door, he runs to that cookie jar and knows there will be something just for him inside.  I love to see the look on his face when he lifts up the lid.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, Saturday morning with Jack Jack was a treat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I look forward to many more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6127317745547927432-8182992522501940283?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8182992522501940283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8182992522501940283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8182992522501940283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8182992522501940283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/saturday-morning-with-jack-jack.html' title='Saturday morning with Jack Jack'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABASILJmNNo/TYexD7H3wlI/AAAAAAAADtA/b17c9hFSUHY/s72-c/jack%2Bjack%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-2652925796551516843</id><published>2011-03-18T06:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:58:42.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the yellow brick road.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpXube52uxA/TYN-2UYVa9I/AAAAAAAADsQ/MBbykqHHIjI/s1600/dorothy%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585447434518358994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpXube52uxA/TYN-2UYVa9I/AAAAAAAADsQ/MBbykqHHIjI/s400/dorothy%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585447360647226178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKdY8YbT1-k/TYN-yBMFY0I/AAAAAAAADsI/NZ0hxwUyABw/s400/dorothy%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585447297460008850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-61gAqoolIiw/TYN-uVzE95I/AAAAAAAADsA/sIe7OCMjZ_Y/s400/dorothy%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585447211838424946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZW5uj4DgPw/TYN-pW1TR3I/AAAAAAAADr4/Azr9w8CAHbg/s400/dorothy%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abby is in Love with the "Wizard of Oz" and especially "Dorothy".  She just had her 4th Birthday and I gave her the whole Dorothy dress up set, from head to toe.  She was so excited and wants to dress up every waking moment.  She showed up to visit a few nights ago wearing her Dorothy outfit.  I think my neighbors must have thought she was trick-or-treating either late or early.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It thrills me to give her things that make her so happy.  She told me I'm Glenda, the good witch and her brother, Jackson is the scarecrow.   All she wants to watch is the DVD of the movie I got her also.   I told her we would go to the Oz fest this fall and she could enter the Dorothy look alike contest.  She was thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-2652925796551516843?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2652925796551516843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=2652925796551516843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2652925796551516843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2652925796551516843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/follow-yellow-brick-road.html' title='Follow the yellow brick road.....'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpXube52uxA/TYN-2UYVa9I/AAAAAAAADsQ/MBbykqHHIjI/s72-c/dorothy%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-2096349378277309755</id><published>2011-03-13T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:05:46.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Princess Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2PXOw0o7fs/TX47LVWPzGI/AAAAAAAADrw/crupMxabWtU/s1600/hats%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583965653881048162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2PXOw0o7fs/TX47LVWPzGI/AAAAAAAADrw/crupMxabWtU/s400/hats%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abby loves to make this funny looking face cause she knows it will get a laugh from me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am crazy about this precious little grand-daughter of mine.  She is unique in so many ways.  She is really 4, going on 30.  I am amazed at her maturity level.  At age 2 she was telling us that she needed her privacy when we would take her potty.  She is Miss Independent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We will celebrate her 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt;.    She loves the inside play ground.  I will take plenty of pictures to share.  Happy Happy Birthday Princess Abigail.  You are so loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-2096349378277309755?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2096349378277309755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=2096349378277309755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2096349378277309755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2096349378277309755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-4th-birthday-princess-abigail.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Princess Abigail'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2PXOw0o7fs/TX47LVWPzGI/AAAAAAAADrw/crupMxabWtU/s72-c/hats%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7074775004554877583</id><published>2011-03-06T11:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:54:33.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Uncle Randy &amp; Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDQxINJr8qA/TXPFNz8htAI/AAAAAAAADrI/kWWoVvFzA9E/s400/Rhonda%2527s%2BPics%2B115.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581021204315223042" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My brother, Randy had not been home in 5 years.  It was actually on my dad's 75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday the last time he was home.  &lt;div&gt;We picked right up where we left off.  I love my brother.  My sister and I felt comfort from him being with us.  Maybe it was because he reminded us a lot of our dad or maybe it was because he really looks like our dad.  The 3 of us were very close growing up.  He was and still is our baby brother.  He doesn't have kids of his own but always has that way of entertaining the kids around him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a while for Abby &amp;amp; Jack to go near him, but since Abby is a BIG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wizard&lt;/span&gt; of OZ fan, he downloaded the movie so she was in Awe and wanted to be near him after that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish he could have stayed longer than 1 week, but I will take that.  There will be future visits, I'm sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has not gotten easier for me with each passing day since my dad's death.  I have and see so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminders&lt;/span&gt; since I am still staying nights with my mom.  Every place we go are reminders.  Just this morning we went to our favorite restaurant in town for breakfast and everyone asked where dad was.   There was an empty chair.  I had to leave the table after I broke down, but returned after a good cry in the restroom.  He would have ordered his favorite, Waffle with pecans and banana slices on top and sugar free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;syrup&lt;/span&gt; on the side.  All of the servers, including the owner knew what he would order before he even spoke.  Everyone in our town knew dad.  I face having to tell people all the time when they don't see him with us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure as time passes, the grief will get lighter, I hope, so they say.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to make my dad proud and continue the legacy he has left.  He was the Best money manager I have ever known.  I am so thankful he was so organized, since I am carrying on where he left off.  I am so impressed.  I feel so honored to be his daughter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He taught me so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-7074775004554877583?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7074775004554877583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7074775004554877583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7074775004554877583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7074775004554877583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-uncle-randy-thoughts.html' title='Great Uncle Randy &amp; Thoughts'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JDQxINJr8qA/TXPFNz8htAI/AAAAAAAADrI/kWWoVvFzA9E/s72-c/Rhonda%2527s%2BPics%2B115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6768970547663708461</id><published>2011-02-27T13:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:55:30.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No regrets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3aHzGSl-IM/TWqnWZ_q9uI/AAAAAAAADrA/Bq5AAYWVcXU/s1600/dad%2527s%2B80th%2Bbd%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578455091828684514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3aHzGSl-IM/TWqnWZ_q9uI/AAAAAAAADrA/Bq5AAYWVcXU/s400/dad%2527s%2B80th%2Bbd%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBmXpZDreb4/TWqnG3Hu7JI/AAAAAAAADq4/LBX1zeKgfpU/s1600/dad%2527s%2B80th%2Bbd%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578454824769219730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBmXpZDreb4/TWqnG3Hu7JI/AAAAAAAADq4/LBX1zeKgfpU/s400/dad%2527s%2B80th%2Bbd%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; You know the saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Live life to the fullest"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, my dad did just that. He embraced life with such a positive attitude and I just hope and pray that I can take on the same positiveness as he had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Who would have thought that just hours after his 80&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday party with family and close friends, he would be gone....in the blink of an eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I have dealt with the what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ifs&lt;/span&gt; and if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;only's&lt;/span&gt; after his passing, but what really matters is the look on my dad's face at his Birthday party. It was meant for us to plan the biggest celebration we could. It was meant for my sister to fly home for this occasion, even though she had to leave her very sick grand-child. It was meant for me to find the perfect decorations and add a bit of humor, which my dad lived for. Who knew that the birthday candles on his cake would be the last he would blow out? My dad lived for each Birthday. He always added 1 year when he would tell people about his upcoming Birthday. I have never seen anyone that loved his birthday more than my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dad was the most giving man..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;After the party was over and he opened up all his cards and counted his Birthday money, we asked him what he was going to buy with his money. He said he wanted my sister and I to divide it and buy ourselves something. This was just how giving my dad was. I suggested saving it towards the Cruise he wanted all of us to go on. He agreed that was a good idea....Who would have known that when he was moved to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VNA&lt;/span&gt; Hospice from the hospital, the name of his room was called "The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Landeck&lt;/span&gt; Room". I immediately thought of the cruise we were going to take. He had arrived on the big ship and was taking his cruise. He cruised right on up to Heaven 2 days later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;There are so many signs that have given our family the Peace we have needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I guess my message to everyone would be.....Please don't have any regrets in life. Love on your family and friends. Make today count. Have a party! Celebrate! Like I said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6127317745547927432-6768970547663708461?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6768970547663708461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6768970547663708461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6768970547663708461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6768970547663708461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-regrets.html' title='No regrets!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3aHzGSl-IM/TWqnWZ_q9uI/AAAAAAAADrA/Bq5AAYWVcXU/s72-c/dad%2527s%2B80th%2Bbd%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-2343038583436167656</id><published>2011-02-21T05:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T15:20:40.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it all a Dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpYcuBHBO_A/TWLPgmy0lSI/AAAAAAAADqw/AXfB3Nxw6bs/s1600/funeral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576247447714567458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpYcuBHBO_A/TWLPgmy0lSI/AAAAAAAADqw/AXfB3Nxw6bs/s400/funeral.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I feel like I have been dreaming for the past 10 days. One minute we are celebrating the life of my beloved Dad who turned 80 on Feb. 11 and then 5 hours after his party was over, he is struck down from a massive stroke that snuck up on him without warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I even begin to share what I am feeling right now? I have so many mixed emotions. I have never lost a loved one so close to me. My dad was my buddy. Even though I am 54 years old, I was still daddy's little girl. He called me Baby Doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are never prepared to face death, especially when it is so sudden. I am just so very thankful that our family had time to love on my dad, sing to him, whisper in his ear, rub lotion on his arms, comb his hair, and have our final few days with him before he passed. He was in a coma for those days but I know he heard us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His service was perfect. He would have been so proud of us for giving him a perfect send off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the grave side, the sun was shining down on us and warming us. I can't explain it but I had a feeling of peace and knowing where my dad went was comfort to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad that I will make him proud and carry on where he left off. I will take care of my mom and make sure she does not want for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sitting on my shoulder, guiding me. I can feel his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life does go on...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad....&lt;br /&gt;Wake me from this dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-2343038583436167656?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2343038583436167656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=2343038583436167656' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2343038583436167656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2343038583436167656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/was-it-all-dream.html' title='Was it all a Dream?'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpYcuBHBO_A/TWLPgmy0lSI/AAAAAAAADqw/AXfB3Nxw6bs/s72-c/funeral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1659718019871985714</id><published>2011-02-03T07:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:53:00.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUqwA57lBXI/AAAAAAAADqk/jrMzWIlOgaQ/s1600/blizzard%2B2011%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569457418794239346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUqwA57lBXI/AAAAAAAADqk/jrMzWIlOgaQ/s400/blizzard%2B2011%2Bhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUqvOe0myaI/AAAAAAAADqc/Vcb6c1hRkxY/s1600/2011%2BBlizzard%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569456552523778466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUqvOe0myaI/AAAAAAAADqc/Vcb6c1hRkxY/s400/2011%2BBlizzard%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569456261106274450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUqu9hNQkJI/AAAAAAAADqU/amNunUW1kEI/s400/2011%2BBlizzard%2B2%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569455831912362082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUqukiVdMGI/AAAAAAAADqM/70e_cpmEyqE/s400/2011%2BBlizzard%2B2%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569455235230488386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUquBzhaV0I/AAAAAAAADqE/-9vodveQ-EU/s400/2011%2BBlizzard%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569454993030751986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUqtztQfpvI/AAAAAAAADp8/UVmMnSXt7cI/s400/2011%2BBlizzard%2B2%2B003.jpg" /&gt; I was 10 years old, living in Chicago during the Blizzard of 67 and can remember playing in the streets and my brother getting his boot stuck in a big hole and leaving him there....boy, did my sister and I get in trouble for that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Blizzard of 2011 brought back memories.  I could not believe how much snow we got.  20 plus inches is a lot of snow.  My hubby went out about 4 or 5 times to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow blow&lt;/span&gt; the driveway and sidewalk.  I got to learn how to operate the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow blower&lt;/span&gt; and was excited.  I even picked up the shovel and helped.  Since I couldn't get my workout at Curves, I got it shovelling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was a great day being off work and having a snow day.  I have a habit of wanting to be in the kitchen cooking and baking during a snow storm.  I started out the morning baking blueberry muffins, put on a large kettle of beef stew &amp;amp; rice for lunch, baked 3 loaves of banana nut bread later in the day.  Comfort food!  Mike and I even tried to drive some food over to my parents, but couldn't make it.  We had to turn around and come back home.  I guess that's why they kept saying on the radio "don't leave your house, unless it's an emergency".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I finally took down the rest of my Christmas decorations....I still had my clothesline of cards and my little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow baby&lt;/span&gt; Christmas tree up on my piano, so I figured since it was groundhog day, it was time to put all away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, this morning, I woke up and the sun is shining so brightly and it is below zero.  I do need to go in to work, but going in later, to give the guys time to plow the parking lot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am just thankful we didn't lose power during the storm.  All in all it was a fun blizzard day.  I can say that I survived 2 blizzards in my lifetime now.  I still love snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-1659718019871985714?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1659718019871985714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1659718019871985714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1659718019871985714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1659718019871985714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/blizzard-of-2011.html' title='Blizzard of 2011'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUqwA57lBXI/AAAAAAAADqk/jrMzWIlOgaQ/s72-c/blizzard%2B2011%2Bhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6361087653095708703</id><published>2011-01-27T12:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:56:15.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUHU8cgyRRI/AAAAAAAADp0/rHQ01Rc3c9E/s1600/babysitting%2B5%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566964749317588242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUHU8cgyRRI/AAAAAAAADp0/rHQ01Rc3c9E/s400/babysitting%2B5%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This post should have been about my week 4 weight loss, Power of One Challenge at the shrinking jeans.  I don't feel like reporting my 2 lb. gain last week.  So there, you have it....I'm still chubby and the bag of valentine's gummy hearts were not worth it.  I'm not feeling sorry for myself because I control what I eat and so I messed up.  Maybe you will see a post about week 5 next week, until then, I will bore you with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.  It's been snowing all day, it looks like a white canvas on the ground...I still love snow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2.  My new favorite food is quiche..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.  I am proud of myself for continuing with Curves, even though my eating still needs help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4.  I like going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; at Curves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5.  I like the fact that I can wear house shoes in my office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6.  I am really enjoying this season of American Idol with the new judges...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7.  I am hooked on the Housewives of Atlanta, Beverly Hills &amp;amp; Orange County...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8.  I love my new box set of Will and Grace from my daughter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9.  I love getting off work at 4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10.I switched facial cleansers to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neutrogena&lt;/span&gt; and am liking it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11.I still love my Vera Bradley purse I got on clearance for $12...Coach is taking a break...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12.I love watching The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duggars&lt;/span&gt;...The Little Couple and Little People Big World....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13.I guess you could say I like reality t.v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14.Can't wait til Celebrity Apprentice starts again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15.I love the new Oprah Winfrey Network, OWN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6361087653095708703?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6361087653095708703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6361087653095708703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6361087653095708703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6361087653095708703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TUHU8cgyRRI/AAAAAAAADp0/rHQ01Rc3c9E/s72-c/babysitting%2B5%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7778827097778212330</id><published>2011-01-23T06:52:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T07:21:59.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday at the Movies with 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTwmP4t0wgI/AAAAAAAADpk/yUGdJVgsX8g/s1600/4%2Bgrandkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmovie%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565365293887570434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTwmP4t0wgI/AAAAAAAADpk/yUGdJVgsX8g/s400/4%2Bgrandkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmovie%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I invited my 4 oldest grand kids to the movies to see "Tangled".  Abby didn't want her picture taken but I managed to sneak in a few.  Aren't these some handsome boys?  Noah, Gray &amp;amp; Carter.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565365057739097842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTwmCI_pBvI/AAAAAAAADpc/NN11za2qZ1k/s400/4%2Bgrandkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmovie%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was such a fun Saturday with Gray, Noah, Carter &amp;amp; Abby.  This was my first try at taking all 4 to the movies.  I stocked my Big purse up with treats.  The ride over there in my van was entertaining enough.  They giggled and made each other laugh and just had a ball.  I looked in the rear view mirror and thought to myself, how blessed I am.  The cousins don't get together as much as they should.  Usually just for Birthday parties or holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565364875172293234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTwl3g4UqnI/AAAAAAAADpU/D4SQR15sZU4/s400/4%2Bgrandkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmovie%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the movie was over I tried to sneak in a few pictures and you can see Abby not liking me sneaking them in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565364626622366178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTwlpC9ZweI/AAAAAAAADpM/d7c6LmEVQFs/s400/4%2Bgrandkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmovie%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I treated them to McDonald's after the movie and we came back to my house and played some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565364450622743970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTwlezT0paI/AAAAAAAADpE/xLc24yFP8OM/s400/4%2Bgrandkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmovie%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abby is saying "hey, don't take my picture".  She loved being around her boy cousins and asked me if they could all have a sleepover some time.  It was so cute, when we were walking in the theater, her and Gray were holding hands.  It was the sweetest thing.  I know, my camera was buried in my purse, or I would have snapped a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565364254966969538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTwlTab2dMI/AAAAAAAADo8/Us4PJm4_6Kw/s400/4%2Bgrandkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmovie%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, Abby finally let me take her picture.  She made herself a birthday cake.  She will turn 4 in March...she wanted me to lite the candle and sing to her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then it was time to take the boys home.  We stayed for a little bit while Abby and Ivy played so sweet together.  On the way back to my house, Abby said she liked &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house because it has an upstairs, like a castle.  She wants to go back she said.  Her daddy &amp;amp; mommy picked her up and I hopped in the shower and called it a day.  I loved hanging out with the foursome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-7778827097778212330?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7778827097778212330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7778827097778212330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7778827097778212330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7778827097778212330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-at-movies-with-4.html' title='Saturday at the Movies with 4'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTwmP4t0wgI/AAAAAAAADpk/yUGdJVgsX8g/s72-c/4%2Bgrandkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmovie%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8054827127566767515</id><published>2011-01-22T07:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:20:31.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTrXayN2Y7I/AAAAAAAADok/IYCOV1T4UQg/s1600/2010%2BChristmas%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564997144726102962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTrXayN2Y7I/AAAAAAAADok/IYCOV1T4UQg/s400/2010%2BChristmas%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's the next best thing when you live over a thousand miles away from family you love?  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;!  I am so thankful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;.  I am able to visit with my sister as much as we want to.  This is Aden with his daddy, Rob.  (sorry about the distorted picture) They are my niece, Dayna's hubby and son.  Aden's brother, Evan loves to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; with me.  He points to their computer and says "Aunt Ronna".   My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; met their cousins through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skyping&lt;/span&gt;.  When they come over, we try to see if anyone is on and we visit.  One of the things Abby loves to do when she is over is run up the stairs to the computer room and see if Aunt Diane is on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;.  It just warms my heart to visit with my loved ones and watch the little ones grow.  Today is Evan &amp;amp; Aden's Birthday party.  They were born 1 year and 3 days apart.  My niece said she would turn on&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; S&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during the party and let me see what's going on.  It's like being there.  This is just one of the things I am so thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-8054827127566767515?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8054827127566767515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8054827127566767515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8054827127566767515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8054827127566767515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/skype-buddies.html' title='Skype buddies'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTrXayN2Y7I/AAAAAAAADok/IYCOV1T4UQg/s72-c/2010%2BChristmas%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-4158146333305916356</id><published>2011-01-19T12:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:59:23.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of One - Weigh in # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTcwjzBB2yI/AAAAAAAADoc/h9rKaDYrvBI/s1600/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563969256187616034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTcwjzBB2yI/AAAAAAAADoc/h9rKaDYrvBI/s400/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, here we are at week 3 of this Challenge.  I have great news to report.  I am down another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2 lbs&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; making my total loss at 5 lbs.  It really blows my mind cause my food choices have been very strange, but I have stuck to my smaller portion sizes and No night eating.  I have also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; changed the snack choices and am drinking more water.  I am enjoying my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; class at Curves and I have been sticking to my 50 sit-ups before bedtime.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dumped out my candy dish at work that contained my favorite hard Christmas candy and replaced it with dried fruits and healthy nuts.  It's a great feeling to know that I can still have chips (baked lays) and desserts (half frozen choc. covered banana's) and still lose weight.  The secret for me is giving up the night eating and eating more protein.  I feel like the power is starting to come back and I can continue on this journey of making healthier choices and lose weight.  Summer is just around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-4158146333305916356?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4158146333305916356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=4158146333305916356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4158146333305916356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4158146333305916356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/power-of-one-weigh-in-3.html' title='The Power of One - Weigh in # 3'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTcwjzBB2yI/AAAAAAAADoc/h9rKaDYrvBI/s72-c/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3453050175074817398</id><published>2011-01-16T08:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:32:14.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of One - Weigh in #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTL_ROIp_II/AAAAAAAADoU/AaZK7oDx3jU/s1600/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562789161073245314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTL_ROIp_II/AAAAAAAADoU/AaZK7oDx3jU/s400/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, I am a few days late in posting this, but I have a good excuse....I thought my Weight Watchers scale was broke but it only needed batteries.  When I went to put the batteries in, it still wouldn't work, so hubby fixed it...turned out, I had the batteries in wrong...oops!  So, I do have good news to report.  I had a &lt;strong&gt;1 lb&lt;/strong&gt;. weight loss last week, making my total loss at 3 lbs.  Hey, I will gladly take this.  I had a very rough week foodwise.  I found myself wanting to munch at my desk at work.  I had some kind of nervous munching thing going on.  So, I went to the healthfood store and got some dried fruits and nuts and made a mix.  I did pretty good on my portion sizes, but my food choices sometimes weren't the best.  I did make it to Curves and even did a Zumba class.  So, my goals for this week are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.  Make it to Curves every day, including the Zumba classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2.  Substitute my raspberry ice tea for water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.  50 sit ups on the exercise ball before bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4.  No night eating!  cut off the eating at 6:00 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5.  More fruits and veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope to report another weight loss on Wednesday at the 3rd weigh in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3453050175074817398?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3453050175074817398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3453050175074817398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3453050175074817398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3453050175074817398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/power-of-one-weigh-in-2.html' title='The Power of One - Weigh in #2'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TTL_ROIp_II/AAAAAAAADoU/AaZK7oDx3jU/s72-c/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-4214033216427085858</id><published>2011-01-13T06:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:42:44.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve 12/31/10 with A &amp; J</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8fMy0z1nI/AAAAAAAADoM/9JVkVf0ClAU/s1600/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561698369488017010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8fMy0z1nI/AAAAAAAADoM/9JVkVf0ClAU/s400/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Abby &amp;amp; Jack came over to party with me for a while on New Year's Eve.  I wanted Abby to hold up this sign and she didn't want to for some reason.  I think she's saying "why are you making me hold this"? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8fIm5_MfI/AAAAAAAADoE/Dk1BoC82Wc4/s1600/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561698297569030642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8fIm5_MfI/AAAAAAAADoE/Dk1BoC82Wc4/s400/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561698223986408834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8fEUyhfYI/AAAAAAAADn8/ErLgj8jAxhI/s400/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The party got started with the big pink exercise ball.  Jack is carrying his cup in preparation for the toast.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561698150138362978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8fABrxvGI/AAAAAAAADn0/EGP6D7kztlU/s400/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561698083342933138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8e8I2gXJI/AAAAAAAADns/rj2DEqj-VxM/s400/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B006.jpg" /&gt;who knew that an exercise ball could be so much fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561697984887537378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8e2aE6PuI/AAAAAAAADnk/ZAynjbt0Dgo/s400/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so the highlight of our evening was when I passed out rolls of (cheap) toilet paper and said "Go for it".  Who knew I would be the one to get all wrapped up.  It was so much fun and the clean up was not bad at all.  I bribed them by saying we would get dessert as soon as it was all cleaned up.  It works every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561697906643350338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8ex2mCs0I/AAAAAAAADnc/TDzGJDj88L4/s400/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B007.jpg" /&gt;I was a very tired Mimi by the end of the night.  They left before we rang in the New Year.  I made me a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;colada&lt;/span&gt; and relaxed.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; was downstairs in his lazy boy snoring the whole time the party was going on.  It was a fun party if I say so myself.  Thanks Abby &amp;amp; Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6127317745547927432-4214033216427085858?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4214033216427085858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=4214033216427085858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4214033216427085858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4214033216427085858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-123110-with-j.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve 12/31/10 with A &amp; J'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TS8fMy0z1nI/AAAAAAAADoM/9JVkVf0ClAU/s72-c/new%2Byear%2B2011%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3732501693058742772</id><published>2011-01-08T00:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T04:29:20.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Celebrate 34 Years of Steph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYfcWRUuEI/AAAAAAAADnU/nC_cZK5-UHQ/s1600/Steph%2B%2526%2Bsunflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559165361910495298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYfcWRUuEI/AAAAAAAADnU/nC_cZK5-UHQ/s400/Steph%2B%2526%2Bsunflowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559165271625559330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYfXF7t7SI/AAAAAAAADnM/v8HVUVpZTzE/s400/S%2526I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's Babywearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559165168192001890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYfREnPF2I/AAAAAAAADnE/BGsE88lF-VY/s400/Steph%2Bwith%2Bbook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's a Teacher, Writer, Encourager....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559165113478408178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYfN4yf5_I/AAAAAAAADm8/HwFi10C34es/s400/Steph%2Bchef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's an Entertainer, Chef....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559165031910728546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYfJI7P42I/AAAAAAAADm0/e9nZdeyDBSQ/s400/Steph%2Bpreggy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's a Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559164955519910018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYfEsWQgII/AAAAAAAADms/TkHKxJ1bAjU/s400/Steph%2Bmom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's a Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559164137821568946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYeVGLx_7I/AAAAAAAADmk/qBG7oLqQF3w/s400/Steph%2Bfriend%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's a Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559164076545252178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYeRh6Xm1I/AAAAAAAADmc/0Fw1YrE__XQ/s400/Steph%2Bfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559164014757435570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYeN7vAWLI/AAAAAAAADmU/UO-5Gk234tE/s400/Steph%2B%2526%2BC.E..jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559163926268150994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYeIyFhBNI/AAAAAAAADmM/hAy4VhEkmi0/s400/Steph%2B%2526%2Bme.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's a Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559163815909363826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYeCW97kHI/AAAAAAAADmE/a1LgiPGttC8/s400/Steph%252Cme%2526Nate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's a Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She is Stephanie and we Celebrate Her today. Thirty-four years ago today&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a Saturday at 5:&lt;/span&gt;17 p.m. a princess was born. I knew the very moment our eyes met that she was special and God had great plans in store for her. I am so proud of the person she is and my wish for her is a day filled with blessings beyond all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;measure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; B&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Much Love, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3732501693058742772?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3732501693058742772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3732501693058742772' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3732501693058742772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3732501693058742772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-celebrate-34-years-of-steph.html' title='We Celebrate 34 Years of Steph!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSYfcWRUuEI/AAAAAAAADnU/nC_cZK5-UHQ/s72-c/Steph%2B%2526%2Bsunflowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8369450074571830061</id><published>2011-01-05T07:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:43:35.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of One - Weigh-in Week #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSSIS3Yv7tI/AAAAAAAADl8/GdkQB7MI06I/s1600/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558717697768812242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSSIS3Yv7tI/AAAAAAAADl8/GdkQB7MI06I/s400/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Drum roll please.....my first week of the challenge weigh-in produced a &lt;strong&gt;2 lb&lt;/strong&gt;. loss. I will gladly take this number. This has been a very rough week for me all around. I started getting sick last Friday and was on the couch most of the weekend and a visit to the doctor on Monday showed I had a Virus "Bad Cold". But, the doctor visit also gave some great news from blood work results from a month ago I had done. She said my cholesterol was perfect and everything else was great. My blood pressure was even normal and it had been high for so long. I felt like she gave me a clean slate to get this party started in the weight loss area. She was thrilled that I am continuing with my Curves work-0&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uts&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to start doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; along with the Curves. My first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; class is Saturday morning. Curves is offering the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; classes along with the Curves work-out. I am really excited about this new work-out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I could say one thing that was a Challenge for me this week that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I overcame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was the left over cookies and specialty chocolates that was in my work place that people would bring in. I walked past the Fannie May Pixies and decided that I would choose a yogurt as my snack instead of the little chocolate enemies. This for me was a huge step! I am so proud of Me for this. I kept thinking, what would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bacardimama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and my sister think if I told them I gave in to these little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;devils? I also pictured the candy on my hips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although this was a rough week for me with being sick and not getting to Curves as much as I could have I am still happy with my results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I do have to say that I did watch my portion sizes during meals. My hubby and I went out to eat one time and I ended up giving him my twice baked potato because I decided that I really didn't want it. Now, that's another step in the right direction. And I ate only 1 slice of the homemade bread at dinner instead of half the loaf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like the Power in me is back and I can do this. I hope to report another loss next week. &lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-8369450074571830061?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8369450074571830061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8369450074571830061' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8369450074571830061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8369450074571830061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/week-1-weigh-in.html' title='The Power of One - Weigh-in Week #1'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TSSIS3Yv7tI/AAAAAAAADl8/GdkQB7MI06I/s72-c/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6739659216654265547</id><published>2010-12-31T10:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:03:17.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TR4LCx2xi0I/AAAAAAAADl0/qs2i6W9EFJw/s1600/graphic03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 58px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556891132592491330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TR4LCx2xi0I/AAAAAAAADl0/qs2i6W9EFJw/s400/graphic03.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I am ready to start 2011 in a more positive way than I started in 2010.  Even though I don't feel well today, fighting another bought of a cough and body aches, I won't let it get me down.  I am picking myself up and doing something on my last day of 2010 that counts.  I don't have any major plans to ring in the New Year.  I am going to spend a few hours tonight watching Abby &amp;amp; Jack.  My hubby will probably be in his lazy boy chair snoring.   I feel like the new year is going to bring more jobs to people who need them.  And I hope and pray my business picks up so we can call back the ones we had to lay off.  I am looking forward to improving my health and well being by eating more sensibly and making it to Curves at least 4 times per week.  My hope for you is a Happy &amp;amp; Healthy 2011 and may God bless you in ways you never thought possible.  Ring in the New Year in a safe way and enjoy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, share your New Year's Eve plans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-6739659216654265547?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6739659216654265547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6739659216654265547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6739659216654265547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6739659216654265547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010-hello-2011.html' title='Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TR4LCx2xi0I/AAAAAAAADl0/qs2i6W9EFJw/s72-c/graphic03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8375330538258504884</id><published>2010-12-29T10:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:41:09.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power is mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TRtcz-H6VPI/AAAAAAAADls/F9LGfXwHGFY/s1600/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556136613210903794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TRtcz-H6VPI/AAAAAAAADls/F9LGfXwHGFY/s400/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I had no desire to start a weight loss challenge 3 days before the New Year. I was going to start hard and heavy on Jan. 1, along with millions of other people, but my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; buddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shesgettingserious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nancy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;invited me to do this challenge with her.  I feel like this is just what I need to get in gear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for a healthier new year.&lt;/span&gt;  The &lt;a href="http://shrinkingjeans.net/"&gt;Shrinking Jeans &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have this new Challenge going on starting today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and ending Feb. 23.  This Challenge is all about being Number One and the Power we have in ourselves.  We will weigh in every Wednesday and report our loss or gain.  Hopefully I can report all losses.  We are suppose to take a before picture.  I have a list of 10 goals I am setting for myself during this challenge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.  continue going to Curves &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the doors are open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2.  sit-ups on the exercise ball before going to bed each night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.  walking as much as possible during the day and less sitting around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4.  drinking more water during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5.  watching my portion sizes during meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6.  eating more fruits and vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7.  making smarter snack choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8.  when eating out, pay attention to healthier selections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9.  tell myself every day that I am worth this and I deserve to be healthy and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10.  stay in touch with my fellow challengers and get encouraged and encourage them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Power is up to me.  No One except myself can do this for me.  I am worth it.  I AM #1 and will do the best I can.  Thank you Nancy for encouraging me to give this challenge a try.   I really want to feel better and I know that eating right and exercising is the Key.  Now, I am going to get this started and report back next Wednesday, with hopefully some good news.  Anyone who reads this and wants to join Nancy and myself in this challenge, hop on board and join us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dec. 29, 2010 is my new starting date to a new and improved #1 Me.  Cause I'm worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-8375330538258504884?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8375330538258504884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8375330538258504884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8375330538258504884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8375330538258504884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/power-is-mine.html' title='The Power is mine'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TRtcz-H6VPI/AAAAAAAADls/F9LGfXwHGFY/s72-c/Power-of-One-Badge1-01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-295662550449840958</id><published>2010-12-26T07:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T09:40:14.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the 2 Chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TRdEv6fJCXI/AAAAAAAADlc/qual7grjrKc/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554984255329208690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TRdEv6fJCXI/AAAAAAAADlc/qual7grjrKc/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Once upon a time, this past Thanksgiving, the family was sitting around my dining room table after we ate with the newspaper sales adds spread all over like a table cloth. Son-in-law, Jeff, opened up the Big Lots store add and admired a "set" of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walnut leather tub chairs&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;He got so excited and said he would really like to put them in his New Office, since he recently got a Big promotion and is trying to decorate his new office. Jeff is usually not a person to mention that he wants things and I knew this must be something very dear to his heart. My wheels starting spinning in my head of what he will be getting for Christmas from us. And the price was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fast forward to 7am the day after Thanksgiving.....I went to Big Lots in search of the chairs. I spoke to the furniture guy letting him know that I wanted to buy the chairs but I could only fit one in my van and in order to use the $10 coupon that was in the paper, you had to use it only on the following Sunday. The guy said there were plenty of the chairs in the storage room and that would work. I told him I would be back, first thing on Sunday to buy the other chair. When I got home with the chair, I had this idea that we would wrap it up to look like a present and sit our small tree on top. We would wait until all the gifts were passed out and then tell Jeff that his gift was "under the tree". And have the second chair in another room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, I go to Big Lots to buy the second chair and there were NO walnut leather tub chairs to be found in that store. My heart sunk. The furniture guy looked in his computer to see if any other stores around had any. He even made a phone call. There were none to be had. He said he had no idea if they would be getting any more before or after Christmas. So, I didn't give up hope. I did a lot of praying and even stretched my hand towards Big Lots every time I passed it and prayed for another chair to appear. (I'm crazy like that). I figured if I couldn't find another chair, I could always return the one chair and get Jeff shirts and ties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fast forward to Thursday, Dec. 9....I was on my lunch hour and decided to run in another Big Lots near my work. I spoke to the "Angel" lady in the furniture department and told her my story and how I need to find another chair. She immediately started making phone calls to other Big Lot stores and looking in her computer found that 2 towns had them. The closest Big Lots that had another one was 56 miles away. She got the guy on the phone and told him of my desperation to find another chair. He said he had One and is only suppose to hold it for 24 hours but will hold it until the following Wednesday. Thank you Brian at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oakbrook&lt;/span&gt;, IL., Big Lots! So, hubby and I decided to drive out there on Friday night after work to pick the chair up. We were about 20 miles down the road and I called Brian at Big Lots to let him know we were on our way. Well, Brian was not working that night and No one at the store could find the chair he put aside for me, after holding on the line for 15 min....So...I turned around and didn't go, that night. I did give the guy my phone number for Brian to call me. Well, the next night, I called to see if Brian was working and I was so happy when he answered my call. He knew who I was and said YES, come on out, the chair is there. I was never so happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We got there and paid and loaded up the chair. A big lesson was learned from this. Buy it when it's available. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sometimes a coupon is not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fast forward Christmas Eve....After all the presents were handed out, I told Jeff I needed him to go get the gift that I left in the other room, which was the unwrapped chair. He went to get it and yelled "I can't believe this" he was so surprised and excited. He still didn't know he had another waiting wrapped under the tree. So he came back in the room where everyone was opening their gifts and I finally told him "your other present is under the tree"....he saw the size of the box and knew it was the &lt;em&gt;other chair. &lt;/em&gt;I got lots of hugs from him afterwards and I felt like my prayers were answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And they all lived happily ever after......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-295662550449840958?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/295662550449840958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=295662550449840958' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/295662550449840958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/295662550449840958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-of-2-chairs.html' title='The story of the 2 Chairs'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TRdEv6fJCXI/AAAAAAAADlc/qual7grjrKc/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6312849751429221932</id><published>2010-12-23T05:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:05:04.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail's Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http//www.nwitimes.com/news/local/porter/portage/article_3bdadad5-a24d-5af1-a154-1af8aec0209b.html"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553845623566300162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TRM5K0oG9AI/AAAAAAAADlQ/vD9h5cnn8ak/s400/4d12baef72ee3_image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My grand-daughter, Abigail "Abby" is only 3 years old but has the maturity level of a much older gal.  She made the FRONT page of our local newspaper.  Please read to get the whole story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nwitimes.com/news/local/porter/portage/article_3bdadad5-a24d-5af1-a154-1af8aec0209b.htm"&gt;http://www.nwitimes.com/news/local/porter/portage/article_3bdadad5-a24d-5af1-a154-1af8aec0209b.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My heart is swelled with pride at this story.  We met her for dinner after her haircut and she said "Mimi do you like my new haircut"?  I said "I LOVE it"!  I told her she did a great deed and will make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas oh so special.  She kept touching her hair and flipping it back and was so happy about her new look.  I rushed to the door this morning to look in the paper box outside to see the article and was so excited that she made the Front page.  This made my Christmas so much more special.  I am so proud of her!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6312849751429221932?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6312849751429221932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6312849751429221932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6312849751429221932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6312849751429221932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/abigails-gift.html' title='Abigail&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TRM5K0oG9AI/AAAAAAAADlQ/vD9h5cnn8ak/s72-c/4d12baef72ee3_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5411492723323745873</id><published>2010-12-16T06:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:01:02.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gram's salt &amp; pepper shakers still live on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQoif6ZMbpI/AAAAAAAADlI/h6lxs-znq3k/s1600/S%2526P%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287422333775506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQoif6ZMbpI/AAAAAAAADlI/h6lxs-znq3k/s400/S%2526P%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I have a few very special treasures that belonged to my mother-in-law.  One of the dearest to my heart is this little set of salt &amp;amp; pepper shakers.  I can remember when "Gram" was alive, she would set out this cute set right after Thanksgiving at the start of getting ready for Christmas.  I always admired them and got all warm inside when I would see them.  They are made of hard plastic and very durable.  All 7 of her grand kids at some point would play with them at the table and she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with this, but I could hear her say &lt;em&gt;"be careful with the pepper and don't get any in your eyes".  &lt;/em&gt;I had to retire them at being used for salt &amp;amp; pepper because the bottom to Santa fell off, but I still display them every Christmas as if they were filled.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was at a store yesterday and came across this set of salt &amp;amp; pepper shakers that gave me that warm feeling inside and reminded me of Gram.  I had to buy them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQoibYk7U5I/AAAAAAAADlA/RE3JZOI2v9o/s1600/S%2526P%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551287344536703890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQoibYk7U5I/AAAAAAAADlA/RE3JZOI2v9o/s400/S%2526P%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope my grand kids will want to pick them up and play with them at the table.  I will tell them &lt;em&gt;"don't get pepper in your eyes".  &lt;/em&gt;I love holding on to my memories of one of the classiest, special ladies that I had the pleasure of knowing.  She was not only my mother-in-law, she was a Best Friend.  If I could only be half the grandmother that she was, I will be oh so happy.  So, this Christmas dinner, Gram's salt &amp;amp; pepper shakers will be joined by the new set and we w&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ill&lt;/span&gt; start building new memories and share them with the old memories.  &lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-5411492723323745873?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5411492723323745873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5411492723323745873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5411492723323745873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5411492723323745873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/grams-salt-pepper-shakers-still-live-on.html' title='Gram&apos;s salt &amp; pepper shakers still live on'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQoif6ZMbpI/AAAAAAAADlI/h6lxs-znq3k/s72-c/S%2526P%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1020118869608263335</id><published>2010-12-09T07:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:30:10.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The wee little chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQDxBqwYfoI/AAAAAAAADk4/fHbTE8BQ7VY/s1600/moms%2Btree%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548699751879835266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQDxBqwYfoI/AAAAAAAADk4/fHbTE8BQ7VY/s400/moms%2Btree%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548699676184393618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQDw9QxLt5I/AAAAAAAADkw/u5ispCowy0A/s400/moms%2Btree%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548699601986747330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQDw48XFe8I/AAAAAAAADko/z4jkokjPKlM/s400/moms%2Btree%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548699493695500082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQDwyo8cLzI/AAAAAAAADkg/nnB7CPBN9rA/s400/moms%2Btree%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once in a while I like going to the half price sale at our local Goodwill store.  You never know what treasures you might find.  Last year I found this adorable white round table with 2 chairs "For the size of a doll to sit in" and it was brand new, still in the box.  Who would have known it would be the biggest hit at Mimi &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampa's&lt;/span&gt; house?  All the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; love to sit in the wee little chairs and have a tea party with their favorite bear, brother or sister.  It amazes me how strong these little chairs are.  They have been put through a lot of abuse.  The table has a habit of tipping over and it is still holding up too. &lt;br /&gt;I babysat for Jack last week and was looking to see where he ran off to and found him in the dining room playing tea party, sitting in the little chair.  It reminds me of the story "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Goldilocks&lt;/span&gt; and the Three Bears" when I see each one sit in the tiny chair.  I hold my breath that it doesn't break down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abby &amp;amp; Jack stopped by a few nights ago and the first thing they wanted to do was have a tea party and sit in the wee little chairs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope they hold up for my Great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grand kids&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-1020118869608263335?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1020118869608263335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1020118869608263335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1020118869608263335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1020118869608263335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/wee-little-chairs.html' title='The wee little chairs'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TQDxBqwYfoI/AAAAAAAADk4/fHbTE8BQ7VY/s72-c/moms%2Btree%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6431011362200223867</id><published>2010-12-06T06:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:11:33.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TP0S8TSQZUI/AAAAAAAADkY/k4bkiEA3hzI/s1600/christmas-presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547611143168615746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TP0S8TSQZUI/AAAAAAAADkY/k4bkiEA3hzI/s400/christmas-presents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The older I get the less I want.  I'm a very easy gift receiver pleaser.  If you know me, since becoming a Mimi 9 years ago, my favorite gift is always a framed picture of my grandkids or kids.  For fun, I thought I would compile a list of things that I would want or need this Christmas.  I would love for you to leave me a comment and let me know what's on your list this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.  Cucumber melon body wash from bath &amp;amp; body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.  Cucumber melon Dove facial wipes (they don't sell at the stores anymore) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.  multi colored knitted ruffled scarf for rose pink coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4.  small bible for purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5.  Simple silver hoop earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6.  Open heart necklace from Kay Jewelers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7.  Carson's gift card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8.  Will and Grace Box set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9.  medium non stick frying pan for eggs or omelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10.Snowbaby 2010 ornament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6431011362200223867?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6431011362200223867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6431011362200223867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6431011362200223867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6431011362200223867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-wish-list.html' title='My Christmas wish list'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TP0S8TSQZUI/AAAAAAAADkY/k4bkiEA3hzI/s72-c/christmas-presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-4797412683846066465</id><published>2010-11-28T07:40:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:38:10.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look alot like Christmas at Mimi's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TPJeLnop9PI/AAAAAAAADkQ/sqJUJ1WIVFo/s1600/Pen%2BPen%2B2010%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544597644957578482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TPJeLnop9PI/AAAAAAAADkQ/sqJUJ1WIVFo/s400/Pen%2BPen%2B2010%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; My Saturday of decorating for Christmas started with dropping off Penny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pricilla&lt;/span&gt; for her Grooming appointment.  When I picked her up she looked like a new dog.  Even though she's a long haired &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daschund&lt;/span&gt;, we like to keep her cut short.  Now she's all ready for the Holidays.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544597403825730290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TPJd9lWV8vI/AAAAAAAADkI/k12w2RKpvvE/s400/pen%2Bpen%2B2010%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I caught Santa in the corner riding the pony while I was putting up the tree.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544596601528826738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TPJdO4j2u3I/AAAAAAAADjw/VOjYylgoQaU/s400/stockings%2B2010%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grand kids&lt;/span&gt; stocking were hung in the entryway with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TPJdpwPCvYI/AAAAAAAADkA/gwGJe7mWE9E/s1600/stockings%2B2010%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544595503739241410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TPJcO--bA8I/AAAAAAAADjo/OzPpPOJ5MEA/s400/tree%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We decided to go a little more simple this year and put up the small tree.  Hubby's idea was to wrap a large box as our tree table.  I wanted to make it fun, so I went with Toy Story 3 theme and put up my Disney ornaments.  I like to change it up from year to year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544595264426784162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TPJcBDd4taI/AAAAAAAADjg/ACOGxQ6a5xc/s400/Pen%2BPen%2B2010%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love how this display turned out.  I put some of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;snow baby&lt;/span&gt; ornaments on a little tree.  I wanted to display my Christmas cards after seeing how cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph's&lt;/span&gt; display turned out last year, by clipping them on a rope line.  I'm going to add more greenery on the curio cabinets.  So this is a little sneak peek at the start of my decorating.  I feel like I can breathe a little better, now that this is behind me.  Now it's on to the wrapping of gifts and finishing up the shopping.  Thanks for coming by and checking out my Christmas.  I would have offered you a cookie, but they sorta got burnt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-4797412683846066465?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4797412683846066465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=4797412683846066465' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4797412683846066465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4797412683846066465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look alot like Christmas at Mimi&apos;s'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TPJeLnop9PI/AAAAAAAADkQ/sqJUJ1WIVFo/s72-c/Pen%2BPen%2B2010%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-664509876622862809</id><published>2010-11-26T05:34:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:12:59.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving memories from 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_mGdn7D-I/AAAAAAAADjY/qhfTfesmXiw/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543902665022050274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_mGdn7D-I/AAAAAAAADjY/qhfTfesmXiw/s400/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; It was a very enjoyable day of family &amp;amp; feast.  I adore my Thanksgiving plates that I get to take out of the cabinet once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_l6OCSNHI/AAAAAAAADjQ/72tS_w6TyTY/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543902454679221362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_l6OCSNHI/AAAAAAAADjQ/72tS_w6TyTY/s400/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Miss Abby, pretty in pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_luCs8lRI/AAAAAAAADjI/eHq-IeKE1BA/s1600/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543902245478503698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_luCs8lRI/AAAAAAAADjI/eHq-IeKE1BA/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; My son Nate with daughter, Abby.  She is a daddy's girl for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543902071105863458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_lj5HRPyI/AAAAAAAADjA/dyPbsy0sNKU/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My lovely daughter-in-law, Elsa with Jack Jack...He is a mommy's boy!  And loves his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543901647816994194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_lLQPVrZI/AAAAAAAADiw/qBhsTqHlcOw/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Noah brought the centerpiece for the kids table.  He made it and was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543901445970571218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_k_gTZr9I/AAAAAAAADio/eepSCnpfS8E/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My two beautiful grand-daughters.  They never sit still long enough for me to get a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543901236688446290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_kzUqp41I/AAAAAAAADig/1gPnwc_mWZI/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's tradition that my son-in-law, Jeff does the first load of dishes.  He is a blessing in our family.  Look at little Gray in the background.  He actually ate ALL day.  I don't know where he put it.  You know the old saying "he must have a hollow leg"?  Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; was trying to remember the saying and said " he must have a peg leg"......cracked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543900074196353234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_jvqC8QNI/AAAAAAAADiY/ECIY0Ead-QM/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray enjoying Aunt Elsa's cream filled brownies.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543899871217480242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_jj15AcjI/AAAAAAAADiQ/7RBkdsboLJ4/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Carter and Noah watching Dora's Christmas show.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; got it for Ivy, since she is a big Dora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fan, but the boys enjoyed it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_lWoLa47I/AAAAAAAADi4/RcpwQtZa-Lk/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543899610352736514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_jUqGAWQI/AAAAAAAADiI/AFGKDHn3O-Y/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jack is sitting in my husbands old high chair that he sat in over 55 years ago.  Jack looks like a little man sitting there.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543899403963054882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_jIpO3uyI/AAAAAAAADiA/8b3yAwNwiWU/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray created an interesting looking Mr. Potato Head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543899226762796434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_i-VHCXZI/AAAAAAAADh4/UFCoortvD-A/s400/Thanksgiving%2B2010%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At the end of the day, we passed a ceramic pumpkin around the room and pulled out a slip of paper with sayings that had what we are thankful for that each person wrote down earlier.  It was so fun hearing all the interesting things of thankfulness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; of the night was when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; read us a special Book "Thank You"....I looked at my beautiful Daughter and couldn't stop thinking, how thankful I was at that moment that I birthed such a wonderful, unselfish being.....&lt;em&gt;I am truly thankful for this day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-664509876622862809?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/664509876622862809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=664509876622862809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/664509876622862809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/664509876622862809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-memories-from-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving memories from 2010'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO_mGdn7D-I/AAAAAAAADjY/qhfTfesmXiw/s72-c/thanksgiving%2B2010%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1320896737061733393</id><published>2010-11-25T05:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:27:27.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks with a grateful heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO5B7ClXe6I/AAAAAAAADgY/RcYSS1GvtX0/s1600/1happy-thanksgiving.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543440673901345698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO5B7ClXe6I/AAAAAAAADgY/RcYSS1GvtX0/s400/1happy-thanksgiving.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; I struggled at what I would say on this Thanksgiving Day. This week has been one of the most stressful weeks in my family. Without going into details, I learned that even in your darkest of times and situations, we have a Heavenly Father above, with a heart full of mercy and a heart full of Love. He really cares when our head is bowed low. He picks us up when we fall. When the situation seems hopeless, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encourages&lt;/span&gt; us to never give up hope. As my tears flow off my face this morning, my heart is so heavy. I just have to remember and keep saying to myself, it's all in God's timing, not ours. We don't understand why chain of events happen and we can question ourselves and wonder why didn't we do this or that, or say this or that. I've learned that I want to be in God's will. I don't want to open my mouth to speak if it is not positive speaking. I want to stop and LISTEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am so very Thankful for the many blessings that God has given me. I am Thankful for my Savior, Jesus Christ. I am Thankful for my husband, family &amp;amp; friends. I am Thankful for a wonderful job and the best Boss &amp;amp; co-workers anyone could ask for. I am Thankful I have a home and all the comforts I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am Thankful that I can count on special blogging friends who I have never met face to face, lift me up when I am down. Pray with me. You know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Today as we sit down with family members around a beautiful table, let's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give Thanks with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grateful&lt;/span&gt; heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6127317745547927432-1320896737061733393?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1320896737061733393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1320896737061733393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1320896737061733393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1320896737061733393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Give Thanks with a grateful heart!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TO5B7ClXe6I/AAAAAAAADgY/RcYSS1GvtX0/s72-c/1happy-thanksgiving.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8094796772901501089</id><published>2010-11-21T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:14:38.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Cares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOmJKLhpsRI/AAAAAAAADgQ/4DjzKYObO8E/s1600/sick%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542111624441737490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOmJKLhpsRI/AAAAAAAADgQ/4DjzKYObO8E/s400/sick%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I started feeling out of sorts on Wednesday with a scratchy throat, then by Thursday it was in my head with congestion.  I came home from work on Thursday and Friday and went straight to bed.  I wasn't running a fever, so I went ahead and made it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; at work.  I had my green tea, honey &amp;amp; halls.  Saturday I spent ALL day on the couch.  My hubby tried to see what I wanted to eat but I was just eating toast.  So, he went to the store and later when I got up off the couch, I found this on the counter in the kitchen.  He knows that when I have a cold I like to drink lots of pulp OJ.  He also knows how much I adore sock monkeys.  He not only got me 1 carton of OJ, he got me 3.  He wanted to make sure I was really going to get well.  I appreciated this little surprise so much cause it came from the heart.  I am feeling much better today.  I'm spending most of the day catching up on what didn't get done while I was down.  I would much rather be up and around than lying on a couch....&lt;em&gt;Thanks Mike for caring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-8094796772901501089?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8094796772901501089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8094796772901501089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8094796772901501089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8094796772901501089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-cares.html' title='He Cares'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOmJKLhpsRI/AAAAAAAADgQ/4DjzKYObO8E/s72-c/sick%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1680247449175042026</id><published>2010-11-18T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:00:04.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's 77th Birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOVnlExtwfI/AAAAAAAADgI/IYf-kIkBEYQ/s1600/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540948803184345586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOVnlExtwfI/AAAAAAAADgI/IYf-kIkBEYQ/s400/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540948702273084546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOVnfM2mHII/AAAAAAAADgA/dos0IXtixxk/s400/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540948641882715650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOVnbr4aNgI/AAAAAAAADf4/5qQPuiaPUD8/s400/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540948570608459618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOVnXiXTX2I/AAAAAAAADfw/l8kx2EW2L9c/s400/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We celebrated mom's 77&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday last night.  Instead of going out to eat, I had her a little family party at her house.  She didn't know what we were doing until we all arrived.  I had ordered pizzas and made some munchies.   I also made her Birthday Cake.  I went overboard and made enough to feed the whole block.  I wish the whole family could have been there, but that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a special night, celebrating a very classy lady and one who would rather give than receive.  I made her some special ornaments showing off 6 of her 10 Great-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.  My sister had already made her some with her other 4 Great-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.  My mom has a lot of medical problems and is in pain daily, but you would not have known it last night.  She looked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;radiant.  I am so thankful to have her with us another year.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 77&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; mom....I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-1680247449175042026?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1680247449175042026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1680247449175042026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1680247449175042026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1680247449175042026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/moms-77th-birthday-party.html' title='Mom&apos;s 77th Birthday party'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOVnlExtwfI/AAAAAAAADgI/IYf-kIkBEYQ/s72-c/mom%2527s%2B77th%2Bb.d.%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6892509127694134669</id><published>2010-11-14T14:48:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:13:45.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted time to stand still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNtSC1lmI/AAAAAAAADfo/PCzwarGlxNM/s1600/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539512981998900834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNtSC1lmI/AAAAAAAADfo/PCzwarGlxNM/s400/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only we could freeze time for just one day.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sister made the fastest trip home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she's ever made.  Her and her hubby drove all the way from Louisiana to pick up a boat that her hubby inherited from his brother, who lives 2 hours away from me and our parents.  So she got to hang out with us while her hubby hung out with his brother, but we only had 1 night and 1 day.  Talk about trying to fit everything in that we wanted to.  After I heard they were coming, I made her favorite, lemon bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNhImNpiI/AAAAAAAADfg/8jfIdYZZDQ8/s1600/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539512773304493602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNhImNpiI/AAAAAAAADfg/8jfIdYZZDQ8/s400/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She was in heaven....I love to make my sissy smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNWd0RoOI/AAAAAAAADfY/94TnJ2qFT-A/s1600/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539512590022058210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNWd0RoOI/AAAAAAAADfY/94TnJ2qFT-A/s400/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Ivy &amp;amp; Gray came over for the day and we enjoyed singing songs and reading books.  Ivy loves her Great Aunt Diane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539512384644737506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNKgugaeI/AAAAAAAADfQ/CmnvBXwnLG4/s400/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B007.jpg" /&gt;I have never seen Ivy sit so still as I did while Diane was reading to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539512217210340322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNAw_CQ-I/AAAAAAAADfI/f8NE00iKZAM/s400/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saying good-bye to Ivy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Gray was hard for Diane.  I know she was so happy to have the time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539512007456158370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBM0jlvcqI/AAAAAAAADfA/xpaZx2GBy7M/s400/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B012.jpg" /&gt;A quick picture of the 4 beautiful women in my life who I adore dearly....four generations...my sister, mom, grand-daughter and daughter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am so thankful for the time we were able to spend together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6892509127694134669?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6892509127694134669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6892509127694134669' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6892509127694134669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6892509127694134669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wanted-time-to-stand-still.html' title='I wanted time to stand still...'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TOBNtSC1lmI/AAAAAAAADfo/PCzwarGlxNM/s72-c/Diane%2527s%2Bvisit%2B11-12-10%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5741304827914012486</id><published>2010-11-09T12:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:35:17.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNmQ-6B_lXI/AAAAAAAADeI/jI1EoA0YLlg/s1600/sisters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537616627232642418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNmQ-6B_lXI/AAAAAAAADeI/jI1EoA0YLlg/s400/sisters.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; It is very rare that I get to see my sister, unless it is a planned visit months in advance.  Friday, I will get to see her for 1 whole day and night and I am so excited.  She is traveling with her hubby to his brother's house 2 hours from me to pick up a boat.  So, it worked out that I am able to get the day off (I have the best boss).  I will take our parents down with me and we will spend the night and leave as my sister leaves the next day to go home.   Even though it is a short time together, it will be cherished time.  We always make the most of the time we have.  This has been a great year of getting to see each other in June, Sept. and now Nov.  I hope the time stands still on Friday.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so blessed to have a Best Friend in my Sister.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-5741304827914012486?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5741304827914012486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5741304827914012486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5741304827914012486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5741304827914012486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/nice-surprise.html' title='A Nice Surprise'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNmQ-6B_lXI/AAAAAAAADeI/jI1EoA0YLlg/s72-c/sisters.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-2489768776221294446</id><published>2010-11-06T08:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:28:33.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up to Snow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNVkYcnGG7I/AAAAAAAADeA/fMrHx_kZWxY/s1600/snow+11-6-10+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536441688081701810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNVkYcnGG7I/AAAAAAAADeA/fMrHx_kZWxY/s400/snow+11-6-10+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNVkOkXehCI/AAAAAAAADd4/BK0SgQg6sn8/s1600/snow+11-6-10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536441518364984354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNVkOkXehCI/AAAAAAAADd4/BK0SgQg6sn8/s400/snow+11-6-10+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536441331263360946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNVkDrW-T7I/AAAAAAAADdw/1bZZ_Km3SJA/s400/snow+11-6-10+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My big plans to rake leaves this weekend will have to wait....We woke up to 2.5 inches of beautiful, pure white snow this morning.  It filled my heart with such joy and happiness.  I am a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snowbaby&lt;/span&gt;".  I love snow so much that I started a collection in the 80's, collecting Dept. 56 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Snowbaby&lt;/span&gt; figures.  I must have over 100 by now.  I haven't counted.  I keep them out all year because they bring me joy.   I was outside in my flip flops snapping pictures at 7am.  I yelled to the dogs to come out to play with me, but they didn't want to walk in the cold wet snow.  I need to go doggy boot shopping today.  I don't know what it is about snow that puts me in such a good mood.  It's so strange to see the snow on the leaves that have yet to fall off the trees.  By tomorrow it will all be melted, since we are expecting 60 degree temps.  I will have to wait for the leaves to dry out and try to rake.  Until then, I am going to enjoy this Saturday morning Surprise.....It's just what I needed!  Let it snow, Let it snow......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-2489768776221294446?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2489768776221294446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=2489768776221294446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2489768776221294446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/2489768776221294446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/waking-up-to-snow.html' title='Waking up to Snow!!!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNVkYcnGG7I/AAAAAAAADeA/fMrHx_kZWxY/s72-c/snow+11-6-10+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5344145800421200546</id><published>2010-11-04T06:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:52:16.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace Vicki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNLGI2KNwEI/AAAAAAAADdo/ptu-6Tljol8/s1600/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535704747271372866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNLGI2KNwEI/AAAAAAAADdo/ptu-6Tljol8/s400/angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I met Vicki in October 1992. We were both judges in the first Elvis Fantasy Fest to raise money for Special Olympics. We developed a friendship right away and since she owned her own hair salon (Victoria's Hair Affair), and I was looking for a new hair stylist, I started going to her. She would always tell me she enjoyed doing my hair because I would change my styles often and she loved that I wasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to try new things. After going to her for so many years, she knew exactly what I wanted. I always loved our conversations and wanted the appointment to drag out because it was more like a therapy session. We were together &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; so many stages in our lives, from our kids growing up, weddings, babies, illness and so many other events. I can always remember leaving her salon feeling more pretty than when I walked in. She made sure every hair was perfect. She eventually moved out of her salon into her home to set up her shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never forget the start of her illness&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I walked in her home for my appointment and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the shop area was dark. I thought at first she wasn't home. I walked in the shop area and she had her head down in her hands on her desk. She said she was so sorry, she couldn't do my hair, but she was having a really bad migraine headache. I told her it was no problem and I wanted her to feel better. She insisted on getting her appointment book out to reschedule, but I told her not to worry about that, and told her to call me when she felt better. She had a person there that was going to give her a massage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I patted her back and told her to get well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Within the next few days I get a call from her daughter, who is also a hair stylist. She was in tears, telling me that her mom was in so much pain that her doctor sent her to Chicago for tests and found a brain tumor on each side of her brain. She would need surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vicki told her daughter to call me to have me come in for her daughter to cut my hair that week. This is the type of person she was. She cared more about me missing my appointment and getting taken care of. So, I went in and her daughter, Lisa, cut my hair. We cried and talked about her mom who was facing a difficult surgery. The road ahead was very very rocky. Vicki went through the brain surgery but they had to leave one of the tumors. She went through radiation and then later chemo. Her daughter and sister shaved their heads in support of what Vicki was going through. Then as if this wasn't bad enough, she fell and broke her foot, developed cancer on her back, leg and tailbone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will never forget during all of this, asking Vicki what she had a taste for. I named over things and she said she loved potato soup. So I rushed home to make her a huge pot and took it to her. She said it really hit the spot and tasted so good. I tried to send her cards of encouragement often. I didn't know what else to do except pray. I was watching this beautiful person change looks every time I would go in for my appointments, with now her daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I prayed so hard for God to heal her. She didn't deserve this. I wanted my Vicki back. My hair missed her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then last Saturday I heard from my mom, who has her hair done by Vicki's sister, that it was a matter of time and she was slipping away. I had to rush over to her house to at least let her family know I was praying and to see if they needed anything&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. She passed away 3 hours&lt;/span&gt; later. At the funeral home, as I was hugging her daughter, she told me that her moms wishes were for her to carry on with her business and keep it going. I was thrilled. She told me to call her at the end of the week and book my appointment. I will continue walking in Vicki's warm home and sitting down in the same chair. Even though she will not be there, I'm sure we will feel her warm spirit. I am now feeling more at peace, knowing that Vicki is out of pain. Life goes on and I'm thankful that her daughter will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;full fill&lt;/span&gt; her wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-5344145800421200546?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5344145800421200546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5344145800421200546' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5344145800421200546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5344145800421200546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/11/rest-in-peace-vicki.html' title='Rest in Peace Vicki'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TNLGI2KNwEI/AAAAAAAADdo/ptu-6Tljol8/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-9057036029745321974</id><published>2010-10-31T18:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:15:42.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TM4M-KeKkoI/AAAAAAAADdg/CM3UZByyMP4/s1600/halloween+10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534375254187217538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TM4M-KeKkoI/AAAAAAAADdg/CM3UZByyMP4/s400/halloween+10+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My weekend started Thursday night when Jack spent the night.  It was his first sleepover with just him.  He slept 10 hours....Then on Friday, my last Friday off work for a while, I met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and the 4 geese at my parents house for a pumpkin carving party.  I stopped at the market and got bargain pumpkins for only 99 cents.  I picked up some carving kits and we set up our work station outside within view, for my parents to watch.  They really enjoyed watching the kids creating (with Mimi and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mommy's&lt;/span&gt; help) these amazing jack-o-lanterns.  Carter is showing off the $1 he won at the pumpkin contest.  Gray took home first prize....(it was my best work).  Ivy was running around and too busy to pose for a picture.  But I do have to say that "Jack" was the cutest Jack-o-lantern in the patch.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534375010070454562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TM4Mv9EMYSI/AAAAAAAADdY/uOwwwktgeeQ/s400/Jack+sleepover+10-29-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After we were done with our pumpkin carving and ate lunch, we went to Lake George to feed the ducks.  I tried to post a picture of me surrounded by gobs of feathered friends but it wouldn't load.  We stopped at the bread store and got 3 loaves and within 15 min. they inhaled all we had.  Saturday night the 4 geese came over while their parents went to the Bulls game (for work) and Carter ended up spending the night with us.  He was so cute, he told me he was tired and was going to lay down in our spare bedroom, then minutes later he came to me and asked me what I was doing Sunday morning, which I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt;, I can take you home if you fall asleep.  So, he stayed the night and I ended up going to church with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and family, which was really nice.  It's nice to have each &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kid&lt;/span&gt; stay one on one.  He told me later he really likes spending the night.  Is it because he gets what he wants for breakfast?  He gets my undivided attention?  He gets to watch what he wants on t.v.?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534374741929782818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TM4MgWKebiI/AAAAAAAADdQ/_SEV43DNdUg/s400/halloween+10+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fast forward to Halloween night...Abby was the cutest Butterfly and Jack was a Gorilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534374538530699826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TM4MUgcWujI/AAAAAAAADdI/xGjlOf4_LfY/s400/halloween+10+006.jpg" /&gt;Abby showing me her wings.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534374321908280578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TM4MH5di7QI/AAAAAAAADdA/gHWaSPKB2yo/s400/halloween+10+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack couldn't wait to open up his candy bar.  He enjoyed the nestle crunch and Penny was waiting to see if he would drop a bite for her.   At the end of the night when all the little ghosts and goblins stopped coming, my neighbor walked over to dump her remaining candy bars in my bowl.  She didn't want to be tempted by them and knew I have 6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; that would finish them off.  I blew out the candle in the pumpkin and called it a night.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I said, it was a wild weekend, but filled with lots of fun activities and hearing the sweetest words come out of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;, I love you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-9057036029745321974?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9057036029745321974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=9057036029745321974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/9057036029745321974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/9057036029745321974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/wild-weekend.html' title='Wild Weekend'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TM4M-KeKkoI/AAAAAAAADdg/CM3UZByyMP4/s72-c/halloween+10+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6463186185127223453</id><published>2010-10-27T07:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:53:37.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TMg-2UGir7I/AAAAAAAADc4/0zyB9DmWtu4/s1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532741245054660530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TMg-2UGir7I/AAAAAAAADc4/0zyB9DmWtu4/s400/halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; When my kids were growing up, we enjoyed the excitement leading up to Halloween.  (No, these are not my kids).  The shopping for the costumes, large pumpkins, candy to pass out, and even the container they would carry for their special treats. I remember being exhausted travelling from Grandparent's house to Grandparent's house to Aunt &amp;amp; Uncle's house, to Best friends house, then around our neighborhood. My kids were trained that we examine the candy before eating. Each would make their own piles and do their trading after we examined it. They would usually give Mike and I our favorite candies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of my most enjoyable times were when I was their Room Mom in Elementary school and helped plan the parties. I can remember one year going to McDonald's and getting Big Mac containers donated to later change them into treat containers. We spray painted them black and added black pipe cleaners and turned them into spiders. My mom helpers and I had a blast working around my kitchen table. I was blessed to be able to work at their school, which made it a lot more convenient. The costume parade was a highlight of the school party. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few days before Halloween we would carve the pumpkins at the kitchen table and I would usually bake the seeds. I loved how they would get so creative with their carvings. We would put a candle inside and sit out on the porch.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I'm a grandparent &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and I get to enjoy opening the door to my little trick-or-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; and await their arrival with camera.  I look forward to my own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; and nephews kids coming by and meeting up with their cousins who they haven't seen in a while.  And the neighbor kids.  It's like a little family reunion.   And the traditions live on....What's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6463186185127223453?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6463186185127223453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6463186185127223453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6463186185127223453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6463186185127223453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-traditions.html' title='Halloween traditions'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TMg-2UGir7I/AAAAAAAADc4/0zyB9DmWtu4/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-4861189112967364413</id><published>2010-10-19T06:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:52:10.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TL3GFgrj5WI/AAAAAAAADcw/7ZTGKdtcRWY/s1600/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793715455124834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TL3GFgrj5WI/AAAAAAAADcw/7ZTGKdtcRWY/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I never thought in a million years that being a grandparent would feel like this.  First of all, It is still hard to believe that I have been a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mimi&lt;/span&gt;" for 9 years already.  I have "6" beautiful grand kids who love me unconditionally.   I can have my sloppiest clothes on, no make-up and bed head and I am greeted the same way, as if I had on my Sunday Best.  I wish we ALL could see through the eyes of a child.  They don't see our flaws.  They don't see our imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TL3GBYT4gkI/AAAAAAAADco/6XDQ0BfKAjs/s1600/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529793644488852034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TL3GBYT4gkI/AAAAAAAADco/6XDQ0BfKAjs/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They love like No other.  They get excited over the smallest things.   All they really want is our Time, Attention, Lap, Hug, Smile, Eyes to read....tender voice and a praise every now and then.  Oh, and I forgot to mention, a purse with little surprises.  I have learned so much from my SIX wonders.....they inspire me!   They are my heart!  I don't want to let them down.  I want to create memories that they can share with their kids some day.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-4861189112967364413?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4861189112967364413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=4861189112967364413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4861189112967364413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/4861189112967364413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeling-love.html' title='Feeling the love'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TL3GFgrj5WI/AAAAAAAADcw/7ZTGKdtcRWY/s72-c/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-713665095143296598</id><published>2010-10-13T06:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:11:56.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After - Thank you Mike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMgJDP-kI/AAAAAAAADcg/_e4GhyAlgCw/s1600/bike+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527548970224581186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMgJDP-kI/AAAAAAAADcg/_e4GhyAlgCw/s400/bike+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMb-Y9xbI/AAAAAAAADcY/-PuI1subem8/s1600/bike+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527548898643396018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMb-Y9xbI/AAAAAAAADcY/-PuI1subem8/s400/bike+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was on a mission this past summer to find a night stand to match my white provincial furniture that I still have since childhood. I went to furniture stores, antique shops, unfinished furniture stores &amp;amp; checked the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't believe the prices, so I knew that I would come across something that I liked and affordable sooner or later. Well, it was on a Sunday morning that I was feeling kinda blue and didn't go to church that morning. I needed to clear my head and decided to go for a ride around town and that's when I spotted a yard sale sign. Before I even parked my van I said a little prayer asking God to help me find a nightstand. Well, I couldn't believe my eyes when I spotted this lonely, pitiful looking blueish piece of furniture that could be a night stand. I asked how much they wanted for it. The lady said she WAS asking $1 for it yesterday, but today she would have to ask $2, because her husband found the wooden leg that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;goes on it, so they raised the price. I couldn't believe it, so I said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I loaded it in my van (it was a heavy little sucker). Now, you have to understand, I hate to refinish furniture, but I figured a little bit of white paint and it would work for me. When I got it home and unloaded it and showed my hubby, Mike, his wheels started turning. You see, he is a professional, expert at fixing things and making things come back to life. I didn't even ask him to refinish it. He took the reins and away he went, first taking it to work and sanding it down for 3 hours. He covered the top and edges with a material that would reinforce it and make it water proof for setting things on. He matched up the special paint to match my dressers. This was a project that took many weeks. I had to park my van outside while this thing sat in the garage in it's special work space, but that was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with me. He even took me to pick out trim to fancy it up. We put the original knob on the drawer but I may go get a new gold one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here is the After.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMTEHYjeI/AAAAAAAADcQ/q0O8aVXxDGY/s1600/after+night+stand+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527548745561443810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMTEHYjeI/AAAAAAAADcQ/q0O8aVXxDGY/s400/after+night+stand+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527548672028612098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMOyLylgI/AAAAAAAADcI/oHhzwLKh2PI/s400/after+night+stand+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527548601104855650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMKp-P8mI/AAAAAAAADcA/zQ1ylOVMSIo/s400/after+night+stand+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love how it turned out. The shelves need a little touch up but I may cover them with something. The cost of refinishing it was minimal. I appreciate so much, the time and effort my hubby put into this project for me. He knew how special this was to me. I can always count on him. I think I will keep him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-713665095143296598?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/713665095143296598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=713665095143296598' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/713665095143296598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/713665095143296598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/before-and-after-thank-you-mike.html' title='Before and After - Thank you Mike!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TLXMgJDP-kI/AAAAAAAADcg/_e4GhyAlgCw/s72-c/bike+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3127971876032439851</id><published>2010-10-08T06:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:24:02.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand in Hand we walked at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9GSEgvj3I/AAAAAAAADb4/uXJxnuQFZDE/s1600/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525712544069554034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9GSEgvj3I/AAAAAAAADb4/uXJxnuQFZDE/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I held the most tender, sweetest hand yesterday and it made my heart swell with pride. He only extended out his "silly band hand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9GNUAVYLI/AAAAAAAADbw/tJ9j4CEgb1c/s1600/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525712462329241778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9GNUAVYLI/AAAAAAAADbw/tJ9j4CEgb1c/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray's wish was to spend his 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday at Lincoln Park Zoo, in Chicago. I switched my day off so I could go with. I am so thankful for a flexible job that will allow me to spend time with my family. Be prepared for lots of fun pictures from our day. Gray was the sweetest boy and he was our tour guide. He knew exactly which animals and what order he wanted to see them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9GIRFg7AI/AAAAAAAADbo/kOcBV1hg_Y0/s1600/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525712375646317570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9GIRFg7AI/AAAAAAAADbo/kOcBV1hg_Y0/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The Giraffe's were outside eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525712291226686466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9GDWmTlAI/AAAAAAAADbg/VTrC2LERx_w/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray and Ivy were looking for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525712221667631730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9F_TeIonI/AAAAAAAADbY/GidklE4p35s/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray was looking for Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Crocodile&lt;/span&gt;, who is usually lying on a rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525712118702952402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9F5T5cT9I/AAAAAAAADbQ/ar54EytC-CQ/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Ivy amazed at Mr. Hippo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525712036150993042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9F0gXhYJI/AAAAAAAADbI/LLqgup6IKCA/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meerkats&lt;/span&gt; are my all time favorite little guys to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711932648814514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9Fueyrd7I/AAAAAAAADbA/l9OvZFpyO8M/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+009.jpg" /&gt;I could stand all day watching "Lee" the polar bear swim in this sky blue water. I love the reflection of the tree on him. He always puts on a great show for us.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711733290985458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9Fi4IEZ_I/AAAAAAAADaw/6qAvWo2xp9M/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711652915317010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9FeMtBCRI/AAAAAAAADao/qP7kh_eEZSk/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711546920196050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9FYB1z19I/AAAAAAAADag/0Izc6eyj3ds/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+016.jpg" /&gt;Gray had a permanent smile All day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711463892960226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9FTMikw-I/AAAAAAAADaY/1eEoeqx5nYM/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray enjoyed his Birthday lunch. Cheeseburger and fries. He later made friends with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by sharing his fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711346757552866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9FMYLUSuI/AAAAAAAADaQ/PAAZi6B43o4/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray and Ivy in a log looking in at the chimps. Gray was pretending to be a tree frog the whole time he was playing in and on the log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711228498712226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9FFfoNlqI/AAAAAAAADaI/zzOra3F3Qy0/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+019.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think this is such a precious picture. Gray was taking a little rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711138609222882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9FAQw41OI/AAAAAAAADaA/NpolgIxE-8c/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little miss Ivy "Lulu" enjoyed her freedom, running around, doing her own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525711003829674402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9E4aq8IaI/AAAAAAAADZ4/vwTv_mARCmo/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray climbing on Mr. Ape at the end of our playtime at the zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the zoo, we were home just in time for Noah and Carter as they got off the school bus. We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;loaded up and headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://designerdessertsbakery.com/About.htm"&gt;Designer Desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for Gray's special Birthday Cupcake. We each picked out our favorite's from the case of many different kinds. It was a very hard decision. I chose a delicious Coconut Cream cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525710758202841426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9EqHo8GVI/AAAAAAAADZo/ozoAGFFoXc4/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray chose a chocolate/raspberry cupcake. He just sat and starred at it for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525710683634881170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9Elx2jUpI/AAAAAAAADZg/69Voo9FFZYE/s400/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He ended up finishing his brother's cupcake and taking his home. I don't think he wanted to mess it up. This was an ending to a perfect, wish fulfilled 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. He didn't need to blow out a candle cause he already got his wish. What a Fun Day!&lt;/span&gt;  And during the course of the day, Gray would say in a soft voice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mimi, I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3127971876032439851?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3127971876032439851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3127971876032439851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3127971876032439851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3127971876032439851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/hand-in-hand-we-walked-at-zoo.html' title='Hand in Hand we walked at the Zoo'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK9GSEgvj3I/AAAAAAAADb4/uXJxnuQFZDE/s72-c/zoo+Gray%27s+5th+B.D.+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7978897858117000987</id><published>2010-10-07T07:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T07:38:05.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday Grayson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK293qmQFII/AAAAAAAADZY/tkAO0CTNRQA/s1600/Zoo+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525281081878647938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK293qmQFII/AAAAAAAADZY/tkAO0CTNRQA/s400/Zoo+2010+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Today, we will make Gray's Birthday wish come true by visiting our favorite zoo in Chicago.  Gray is such a special little boy.  He lights up our world by the things he says.  You wonder, how that vocabulary came out of such a little guy.  We will celebrate with family on Sunday, but today we will celebrate with Gray's favorite animals.  I am so glad I get the opportunity to join him today and make more memories on such a great, sunshiny day...."Gray's 5th Birthday"....... I LOVE this little man!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK29hixLGNI/AAAAAAAADZQ/cnERfiiGq6w/s1600/Steph%27s+30th+BD+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525280701819853010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK29hixLGNI/AAAAAAAADZQ/cnERfiiGq6w/s400/Steph%27s+30th+BD+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Happy Birthday Grayby!   Mimi loves you sooooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-7978897858117000987?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7978897858117000987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7978897858117000987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7978897858117000987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7978897858117000987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-5th-birthday-grayson.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday Grayson'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TK293qmQFII/AAAAAAAADZY/tkAO0CTNRQA/s72-c/Zoo+2010+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5994972220966099890</id><published>2010-10-04T07:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:26:52.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting Five and still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKok1Q69UaI/AAAAAAAADZI/tXmC_LKnMsQ/s1600/babysitting+5+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524268390417256866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKok1Q69UaI/AAAAAAAADZI/tXmC_LKnMsQ/s400/babysitting+5+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My house was very much Alive on Saturday night.  With the help of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt;, we had a very entertaining evening with 5 of our 6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.  Little miss Ivy "Lulu" is talking on her play phone and just look at her expression and hand.  She has ruby red eyes that are so funny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKokv7IOOUI/AAAAAAAADZA/oECpnWX5hqg/s1600/babysitting+5+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524268298667964738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKokv7IOOUI/AAAAAAAADZA/oECpnWX5hqg/s400/babysitting+5+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Jack is Mr. Police man.  They all had so much fun playing in all the riding toys and chasing one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jack thinks he's big stuff now that he can get in and out of the riding toys.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKokp0v8gSI/AAAAAAAADY4/9JU9triXzVY/s1600/babysitting+5+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524268193876312354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKokp0v8gSI/AAAAAAAADY4/9JU9triXzVY/s400/babysitting+5+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524268107138736050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKokkxoGH7I/AAAAAAAADYw/98N3LTuyBEI/s400/babysitting+5+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ivy loves riding "Moo" the pony.  Abby named him when I bought him a few years ago.  Ivy was a little jealous when I changed Jacks diaper.  She wanted me to change her too.  She even told me she had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;, but didn't really, just cause Jack had one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524265905598949426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKoikoQG6DI/AAAAAAAADYo/aff780kx2Is/s400/babysitting+5+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray loved cooking in Dora's kitchen and answering the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524265837436661906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKoigqU88JI/AAAAAAAADYg/6hB3FZWpxFU/s400/babysitting+5+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray also enjoyed building &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lego's&lt;/span&gt; and of course doing a lot of snacking.  There is always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; favorites in Mimi's kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524265723026226722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKoiaAHYPiI/AAAAAAAADYY/GRSnSdudMWk/s400/babysitting+5+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I must have caught Noah talking or he was just amazed at how fast his brother Carter builds.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; saved the night by going to the toy store ahead of time to get some new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lego's&lt;/span&gt;.  They were actually an off brand that worked just like the real thing.  It kept them busy most of the night.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampy&lt;/span&gt; made the comment after they all went home that they were all so good.  This was the first time we watched 5 together and It went so smooth.   Noah always helps by picking up toys and keeping things organized.  He also helped a lot with Jack.  And we laughed a lot at Jack's funny expressions.  So, I guess we could try tackling 6, since 5 wasn't bad.  We will see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-5994972220966099890?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5994972220966099890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5994972220966099890' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5994972220966099890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5994972220966099890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/10/babysitting-five-and-still-alive.html' title='Babysitting Five and still alive'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TKok1Q69UaI/AAAAAAAADZI/tXmC_LKnMsQ/s72-c/babysitting+5+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3391800163336079064</id><published>2010-09-26T12:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:20:42.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Bear Slumber Party with Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9__5UWGrI/AAAAAAAADYQ/DXYqZvFvm7U/s1600/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521272403874159282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9__5UWGrI/AAAAAAAADYQ/DXYqZvFvm7U/s400/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I try as a Mimi to do special things with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. I want them to remember me when they get older as the Mimi who believed in having fun. Last week I asked Abby if she wanted to have a Care Bears sleepover. Of course she was thrilled and counted down the days. I thought that Saturday night would be a perfect time, since we could get up in the morning and go to church together. I knew how much she loved her Care Bears and I happened to have a few myself, so she arrived with Daddy carrying the huge tote bag of bears. She couldn't wait for her mommy and daddy to leave so we could start having fun. She immediately wanted to put on her play princess dress. We lined the bears up on the bed and she read them a story. She actually found a book that I am giving Jack for Christmas in my closet. I told her we would read it, but she had to keep it a secret from Jack. The name of the book is "Jackson's Blanket".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9_yffNd1I/AAAAAAAADYI/Nh2MJrBrAp8/s1600/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521272173602109266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9_yffNd1I/AAAAAAAADYI/Nh2MJrBrAp8/s400/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521271965968216914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9_mZ_bs1I/AAAAAAAADYA/AbpZQwDaY6c/s400/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521271738982058834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9_ZMZty1I/AAAAAAAADX4/jRG3iOvgW3o/s400/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After story time with the bears, Abby wanted to call her cousin, Ivy, to see if she was feeling ok &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after breaking her arm.  Abby was so concerned after she heard of her accident.  It was so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when she was talking to Ivy.  I could hear Ivy just jibber jabbing away and Abby's face had this concerned look as she asked how her broken arm was and telling her she loved her.  Abby is a human Care Bear.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We decided to go downstairs to play with play dough and make care bears. Abby is giving me a silly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521271441327644002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9_H3jX3WI/AAAAAAAADXw/W0dTctIsBdM/s400/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521271229888365586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9-7j4UhBI/AAAAAAAADXo/euvOonQZr1s/s400/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my work of art sitting on his lap. After making care bears, Abby hung out a while with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; at the computer. I actually fell asleep on the bed, surrounded by all the care bears and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; said he heard me snoring. Abby came in to wake me up so we could put the care bears in their own bed, so we would have room to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a late night of playing and we finally got to sleep around 10:00 p.m. When we awoke at 6:00 a.m. I started making breakfast. I made Abby a Care Bears pancake. One of his legs sorta got damaged. Abby was very happy with her new breakfast buddy. She didn't want to eat his head for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521270906483148754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9-ovGgh9I/AAAAAAAADXg/ioqHSKDXAMk/s400/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521270700797338914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9-cw3MJSI/AAAAAAAADXY/drEzj_NO2W0/s400/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abby was a little tired of me taking pictures as she sat quietly eating her breakfast, reading a little book. It was a most eventful evening and I would love to carry on the tradition of doing something special with each grandchild. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; it be going to a favorite restaurant, zoo trip, beach, orchard, or just playing catch in the yard, I love spending time with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;. We made new memories last night and they will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3391800163336079064?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3391800163336079064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3391800163336079064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3391800163336079064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3391800163336079064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/care-bear-slumber-party-with-abigail.html' title='Care Bear Slumber Party with Abigail'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJ9__5UWGrI/AAAAAAAADYQ/DXYqZvFvm7U/s72-c/care+bear+sleepover+9-25-10+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-19295616673623052</id><published>2010-09-24T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:20:48.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Now, making it's Debut for the very first time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mimi's Toes new blog design.  Many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks to my daughter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresinbabywearing.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and very talented, and special friend,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for making this happen.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; knew I was wanting a new design, so for my Birthday, she arranged for Beth to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;design exactly what I wanted.  It didn't take me long to decide.  I knew I wanted a beach theme since I feel such peace there.  The 6 birds represent my 6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, which Beth's brilliant mind thought of.  The beach chair makes me think of my sister vacations in Florida.  My sister had given me a special paper weight with a beach scene inside which gave me the inspiration for the look.  Thanks again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Beth....I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-19295616673623052?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/19295616673623052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=19295616673623052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/19295616673623052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/19295616673623052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-debut.html' title='Blog Debut'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6857983673664788079</id><published>2010-09-21T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:21:58.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever thought about how much you can get done in 30 minutes?  This morning as I woke up and jumped out of bed at 5:30a.m. and put on my workout clothes to be at Curves by 6:00 a.m., I started thinking, I plan my day a lot of times in 30 min. intervals.  It took 30 minutes for my workout, then it was back home to start making lasagna for dinner tonight, which only took me 30 minutes to assemble. (really).  I had 30 minutes to get ready for work and out the door.  I made it!  I allow myself 30 minutes to get to work, which only takes about 20 minutes.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what do you get done in 30 minutes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6857983673664788079?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6857983673664788079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6857983673664788079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6857983673664788079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6857983673664788079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-minutes.html' title='30 Minutes'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5290996575093271496</id><published>2010-09-19T06:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:06:03.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJX4WTSWppI/AAAAAAAADWQ/iyjkvEelOWE/s1600/aaabby+prncess+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518589980430476946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJX4WTSWppI/AAAAAAAADWQ/iyjkvEelOWE/s400/aaabby+prncess+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJX4MSQFnRI/AAAAAAAADWI/5RpZ-XOf7hQ/s1600/aaabby+prncess+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518589808353844498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJX4MSQFnRI/AAAAAAAADWI/5RpZ-XOf7hQ/s400/aaabby+prncess+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Abby's favorite things to do when she comes to my house is "Dress up like a princess".   Her and Jack came over last night while their mommy went shopping and daddy was at work.   I found this beautiful white flower girl dress at a yard sale for, would you believe, $1.00.  I knew it would be perfect to add to my collection of dress up outfits for when Abby comes over.  She gasped when she saw it and immediately put it on.  It was a perfect fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJX4BBZIoHI/AAAAAAAADWA/nljO3qQTyXY/s1600/aaAbby+prncess+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518589614849826930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJX4BBZIoHI/AAAAAAAADWA/nljO3qQTyXY/s400/aaAbby+prncess+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby loves to look at pictures of when she was a baby.  She took a break from playing and looked through the photo albums.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518589415928797106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJX31cWql7I/AAAAAAAADV4/pbMREa7RNUc/s400/aaabby+prncess+005.jpg" /&gt;I had to sneak in a picture of Jack Jack.  He is growing so fast and changing looks.  I took this picture on the run.  It's hard to get him to stay still long enough.  He is a busy little guy and Loves to eat.  We had a fun night.  We read books, played tea party, told stories of a princess and prince, ate snacks, watched Nick Jr., watched Wiggles on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;, jumped on the bed, And would you believe they were still awake when mommy picked them up at 10:00pm?  This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mimi&lt;/span&gt; fell into bed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-5290996575093271496?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5290996575093271496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5290996575093271496' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5290996575093271496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5290996575093271496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/princess-abigail.html' title='Princess Abigail'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TJX4WTSWppI/AAAAAAAADWQ/iyjkvEelOWE/s72-c/aaabby+prncess+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1001338899886087153</id><published>2010-09-15T05:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:44:06.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy LaRue is Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TI-Kbz4AKnI/AAAAAAAADVw/ZtLBszXHXBs/s1600/Ivy+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516780278938348146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TI-Kbz4AKnI/AAAAAAAADVw/ZtLBszXHXBs/s400/Ivy+baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TI-KYD2vluI/AAAAAAAADVo/5iho6iXnDQA/s1600/Ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516780214508558050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TI-KYD2vluI/AAAAAAAADVo/5iho6iXnDQA/s400/Ivy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516779467763965170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TI-JsmA9XPI/AAAAAAAADVg/jBaGyjpNIFA/s400/Ivy+1st+birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516779358052349666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TI-JmNTq9uI/AAAAAAAADVY/hWC8SzG1Nds/s400/ivy+older.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Ivy LaRue! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Two"....already. No one can give a hug like Ivy. She comes at you with full force and you better be ready. I am amazed at the vocabulary of such a little girl. She can already count to 10. I see great things ahead for this lovely lady. A Stage is in her future. Growing up with three brothers do have advantages. She does rule the roost. I am so proud to be her "mimi" and she does not like to share my lap. A funny moment on Saturday when the whole family gathered for breakfast at a restaurant on my sister's last day, I was holding Jack and Ivy was seated across the table from me. As soon as I put Jack down, she rushed around the table to hurry to get in my lap. She eyed him the whole time he was in my lap, as if to say "she's MY mimi". I wish her a very happy birthday today....She's my Lu Lu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-1001338899886087153?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1001338899886087153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1001338899886087153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1001338899886087153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1001338899886087153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/ivy-larue-is-two.html' title='Ivy LaRue is Two!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TI-Kbz4AKnI/AAAAAAAADVw/ZtLBszXHXBs/s72-c/Ivy+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6386853339764282922</id><published>2010-09-12T07:52:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:25:49.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day week with my Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzQgjTrxII/AAAAAAAADVA/xXuWewdjvyI/s1600/Labor+Day+10+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516012901274207362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzQgjTrxII/AAAAAAAADVA/xXuWewdjvyI/s400/Labor+Day+10+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After picking up my sister from the airport my hubby decided to take a detour since the traffic was slow.  He took us to a wonderful Italian restaurant "Cafe Borgia".  We enjoyed the food and the atmosphere so much, we were even taking pictures of the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzQTVAeYcI/AAAAAAAADU4/vOVdaqRwqiE/s1600/Labor+Day+10+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516012674097242562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzQTVAeYcI/AAAAAAAADU4/vOVdaqRwqiE/s400/Labor+Day+10+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of our many outings during the week.  A stop at our favorite hamburger joint.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Culvers&lt;/span&gt;.  My sister with our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzQBDdxggI/AAAAAAAADUw/oKSYtbp_1YQ/s1600/Labor+Day+10+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516012360150647298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzQBDdxggI/AAAAAAAADUw/oKSYtbp_1YQ/s400/Labor+Day+10+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poppal&lt;/span&gt; and the great-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;...Noah, Gray, Ivy &amp;amp; Carter....at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;River walk&lt;/span&gt; in Portage, Labor Day evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516012103264078658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzPyGfPi0I/AAAAAAAADUo/QrnmNjF9oUg/s400/Labor+Day+10+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray picking apples at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;County line&lt;/span&gt; Orchard.  He was king for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516011885140824722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzPlZ6m0pI/AAAAAAAADUg/gvrTf5sc3kI/s400/Labor+Day+10+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love this picture even though I will probably be yelled at for posting a back side picture.  My sister, Ivy &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516011641379786898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzPXN1ckJI/AAAAAAAADUY/qrZhgf9WzbI/s400/Labor+Day+10+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Ivy &amp;amp; Diane on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;River walk&lt;/span&gt;, Labor Day evening.  It was the most perfect night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516011302991425586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzPDhPX8DI/AAAAAAAADUQ/ROwdTi7wwNI/s400/Labor+Day+10+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diane, mom and I on Labor Day.  We looked tired, cause we were!  We had a family reunion all week long and made the most of every minute we could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516011037804488738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzO0FV4aCI/AAAAAAAADUI/7vmOa8Wk7cM/s400/Labor+Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sister and I at the Orchard.  What a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; day it was.  We rode the tractor to pick apples and went to the kids farm and saw a bunch of cute animals.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, Gray &amp;amp; Ivy joined us.  Our parents hung around in the big barn.  Afterwards we went in the smaller barn for lunch.  It was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;homemade and delicious&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516010736687343202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzOijl9ZmI/AAAAAAAADUA/-_4d5Tp5G7A/s400/Labor+Day+10+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our view from the tractor ride after apple picking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516010373322938738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzONZ9ImXI/AAAAAAAADT4/3yEQAyKAjzI/s400/Labor+Day+10+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ivy never sat so still.  She didn't want to get off of the tractor ride.  She insisted on sitting next to Aunt Diane.  They became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516009841933805442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzNueYF54I/AAAAAAAADTo/48sf-ppSjeM/s400/Labor+Day+10+040.jpg" /&gt;Ivy and Aunt Diane had an instant connection.  I love how she has her hand in Diane's lap and the loving hand on top of it.  Precious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was the best Labor Day week having my sister home.   It was so sad to say good-bye to her yesterday.  I can only look forward to our next time together.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6386853339764282922?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6386853339764282922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6386853339764282922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6386853339764282922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6386853339764282922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-week-with-my-sister.html' title='Labor Day week with my Sister'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIzQgjTrxII/AAAAAAAADVA/xXuWewdjvyI/s72-c/Labor+Day+10+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6039262696918049055</id><published>2010-09-10T15:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T16:11:10.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIqcZXulFbI/AAAAAAAADTg/cX88oGLxT30/s1600/DSCN1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515392653348640178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIqcZXulFbI/AAAAAAAADTg/cX88oGLxT30/s400/DSCN1967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIqcOe0rpGI/AAAAAAAADTY/U7FoD5xrZ3w/s1600/DSCN1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515392466274722914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIqcOe0rpGI/AAAAAAAADTY/U7FoD5xrZ3w/s400/DSCN1970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIqcDZsXy9I/AAAAAAAADTQ/6_D5paPWeT4/s1600/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515392275919129554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIqcDZsXy9I/AAAAAAAADTQ/6_D5paPWeT4/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In 24 hours my sister will be on a plane flying back home.  Why does one week have to fly by so fast?  It seems like we just picked her up from the Airport and were anxiously awaiting her big smile.  Our warm embrace was just what I needed.  We were just together in June, so I am so thankful she was able to come home for a visit, even though it was mostly spent helping out our parents.  We spent a lot of time taking turns cooking and visiting with family.  It was like a week long family reunion.  We had the best time together and there will be more pictures to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6039262696918049055?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6039262696918049055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6039262696918049055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6039262696918049055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6039262696918049055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing-my-sister.html' title='Missing my sister'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TIqcZXulFbI/AAAAAAAADTg/cX88oGLxT30/s72-c/DSCN1967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8677959340856775558</id><published>2010-09-01T06:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:59:44.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TH5mttvfywI/AAAAAAAADTA/tVLRlCNNrh4/s1600/bike+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511955929507023618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TH5mttvfywI/AAAAAAAADTA/tVLRlCNNrh4/s400/bike+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TH5moTLP9UI/AAAAAAAADS4/ZoO6gbtD0zk/s1600/bike+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511955836476323138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TH5moTLP9UI/AAAAAAAADS4/ZoO6gbtD0zk/s400/bike+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; My hubby had this brilliant idea to start bike riding together, to get in shape.  He researched the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; for coaster bikes and found us the perfect bikes.  Not only were they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;affordable&lt;/span&gt;, they are not complicated to operate.  His is blue and mine is mint green.  They sorta have a vintage look about them.  I feel like a little girl again.  I remember my first bike.  It was pink.  I took such good care of it.  Then one day some bad person stole it.  It broke my heart.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting this new bike gave me a warm fuzzy feeling again.  We have great riding trails by our house we hope to start burning rubber on.  I just might get me a basket and see if my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; wants to take a ride too.  I'm thinking I might need a helmet too.  So, if you see an over the hill couple riding on the trail on coaster bikes, move over for your own safety.  Here's to a healthier lifestyle.  Thank you Mike!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-8677959340856775558?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8677959340856775558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8677959340856775558' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8677959340856775558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8677959340856775558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-ride.html' title='My new Ride'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TH5mttvfywI/AAAAAAAADTA/tVLRlCNNrh4/s72-c/bike+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5358660075693984519</id><published>2010-08-23T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:52:55.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/THKRFiHXgSI/AAAAAAAADSw/SZ716gmajhY/s1600/Sandestin1+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508624818470617378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/THKRFiHXgSI/AAAAAAAADSw/SZ716gmajhY/s400/Sandestin1+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/THKQ-QARowI/AAAAAAAADSo/d6SGV9Gbsj4/s1600/Sandestin2+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508624693349950210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/THKQ-QARowI/AAAAAAAADSo/d6SGV9Gbsj4/s400/Sandestin2+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/THKQ4W9HLGI/AAAAAAAADSg/nZORND_dCsw/s1600/sandestin+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508624592136514658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/THKQ4W9HLGI/AAAAAAAADSg/nZORND_dCsw/s400/sandestin+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; My body is here in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NWI&lt;/span&gt; but my mind and spirit is on this Beach in Florida where I spent 6 glorious days in June.  I guess you could say I'm a dreamer.  I love the warm sand between my toes.  These &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt; have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 3 trips to this beach.  I don't plan on retiring them any time soon.  Where does your mind and spirit take you today?  I would love to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-5358660075693984519?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5358660075693984519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5358660075693984519' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5358660075693984519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5358660075693984519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/missing-sand.html' title='Missing the sand'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/THKRFiHXgSI/AAAAAAAADSw/SZ716gmajhY/s72-c/Sandestin1+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3692456321699209232</id><published>2010-08-17T06:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:36:52.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachael Ray, move over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGqz8XfWj-I/AAAAAAAADSQ/LwAhS0B5TCs/s1600/chef1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506411344092893154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGqz8XfWj-I/AAAAAAAADSQ/LwAhS0B5TCs/s400/chef1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friday night I was front row and center watching my daughter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adventuresinbabywearing.com/"&gt;Steph &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;demonstrate and compete at the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.shoppingblog.com/blog/312101"&gt;Kenmore Live Studio &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in Chicago, Mommy Bloggers vs. Foodie Bloggers.  She was 1 of 3 mommy bloggers chosen to compete.  One of the top chef judges was from La Cordon Bleu and he loved the pasta dish she made.  It was such a fun night filled with great recipes that involved 3 major veggies.  Cauliflower, spinich &amp;amp; carrots were to be picked from to use in your recipe.  Steph chose spinich for her lemon pasta dish.  The concept was to get kids to eat more veggies.  The audience got to sample each dish.   I can honestly say, I did enjoy all the dishes.  The Foody bloggers did end up winning the competion, but it was close.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGqz4zCybSI/AAAAAAAADSI/i_W6beCYAR8/s1600/chef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506411282769800482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGqz4zCybSI/AAAAAAAADSI/i_W6beCYAR8/s400/chef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Steph had her own personal chef who helped her with prep work.  She is a natural behind that counter.  She walked away with some nice gifts from Kenmore.  This was a most enjoyable evening in my favorite city.  Anyone can go to a live show, so if you are in the area, stop in and check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3692456321699209232?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3692456321699209232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3692456321699209232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3692456321699209232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3692456321699209232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/rachael-ray-move-over.html' title='Rachael Ray, move over....'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGqz8XfWj-I/AAAAAAAADSQ/LwAhS0B5TCs/s72-c/chef1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3194953187953625071</id><published>2010-08-12T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:07:37.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sears Kenmore hand mixer still mixes after 36 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGQJiWS90ZI/AAAAAAAADSA/BekX5y288yA/s1600/mixer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504535130258919826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGQJiWS90ZI/AAAAAAAADSA/BekX5y288yA/s400/mixer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am attending a Mommy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; vs. Foodie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow night at the Kenmore Live Studios downtown Chicago.  My &lt;a href="http://adventuresinbabywearing.com/"&gt;daughter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; will be one of the mommy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; creating their own yummy dish.  I am so happy for her and that she has this great opportunity.  Check it out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftweetvite.com%2Fevent%2Fkls&amp;amp;h=a7a22" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftweetvite.com%2Fevent%2Fkls&amp;amp;h=a7a22&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=163543331932" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=163543331932"&gt;Kenmore&lt;/a&gt; and if you would like to join in on the fun, hop a train, plane or car and come on over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking, how appropriate to show you my Vintage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Avocado&lt;/span&gt; green hand held mixer that I received as a wedding gift in 1974.  I have faithfully used this Sears Kenmore mixer for 36 years.  I can't tell you how much I am in love with my little friend.  It still works as good as the first day I used it.  It has sentimental value as well, since it was given to us by my husband's Aunt.  Every time I get it out to use for my baking, I think of Aunt Virginia.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my proof that Kenmore is a great product.  And they didn't pay me to say this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3194953187953625071?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3194953187953625071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3194953187953625071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3194953187953625071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3194953187953625071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/sears-kenmore-hand-mixer-still-mixes.html' title='Sears Kenmore hand mixer still mixes after 36 years'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGQJiWS90ZI/AAAAAAAADSA/BekX5y288yA/s72-c/mixer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-896173681891059906</id><published>2010-08-09T06:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:22:18.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up on my Birthday to find a big surprise on my blog. It was like opening a huge package with a big bow. &lt;a href="http://adventuresinbabywearing.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;had taken over my blog and surprised me with pictures she took of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids and the perfect post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/"&gt;Beth &lt;/a&gt;designed the Birthday design at the top. I was so overwhelmed with happiness and emotions. To think she would take the time to do this for me meant so much to me. She knows that pictures are the best gift to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; me. I must have gotten over 100 wishes, including comments from everyone. I have the best daughter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I received this special paperweight from my sister. It reminds me of our time we spent in Florida on the beach. I have it on my desk at work to dream about the next time we are together. I had been wanting a new Blog design, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; is having Beth design something for me. I have a few ideas and this paperweight is a hint of what's to come. My blog will be under construction, so stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503449893124184354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGAuhO7UGSI/AAAAAAAADR4/nKJpuTZ2pn8/s400/B.D.paperweight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those birthday celebrations that seem to drag out for days? Mine started July 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and ended Aug. 3. It started with the Fair (pictures to come), Girls night with Key Lime pie, Olive Garden, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; pecan pie blizzard cake, and this delightful fudge cake that Jack wanted to dive in to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGAuFae8VOI/AAAAAAAADRw/jXuqgLlaOug/s1600/birthday+cake+from+A%26J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503449415190074594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGAuFae8VOI/AAAAAAAADRw/jXuqgLlaOug/s400/birthday+cake+from+A%26J.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503442134670260946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGAndobwOtI/AAAAAAAADRo/CgHtW-uK0vM/s400/apron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This apron represents my six &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, plus my grand-dog. Noah, Carter, Gray, Abby, Ivy, Jack &amp;amp; Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503442004639806674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGAnWECE9NI/AAAAAAAADRg/zf7eATmAxGQ/s400/Mimi+with+apron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abby &amp;amp; Jack gave me a really cute children's cookbook from one of my favorite cooks, Paula &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deen&lt;/span&gt;, along with the apron. I plan on opening up this book and letting the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; cook for me. I will be posting more birthday celebration pictures soon. I have lots of fun pictures from our trip to the Fair. The highlight for me at the Fair was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kennyahern.com/fairsFestivals.html"&gt;Kenny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahern&lt;/span&gt; show &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and how he opened his show by coming over to sit on my lap....very unexpected. It's almost like he knew it was my Birthday and I needed a big laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stay tuned for more birthday pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.....and a new blog look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-896173681891059906?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/896173681891059906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=896173681891059906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/896173681891059906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/896173681891059906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-gifts.html' title='Birthday Gifts'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TGAuhO7UGSI/AAAAAAAADR4/nKJpuTZ2pn8/s72-c/B.D.paperweight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6234214596062223492</id><published>2010-07-30T00:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:46:42.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hi friends, this is Stephanie surprising Mom on her birthday...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842906106/" title="two by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/4842906106_2e32788cf9.jpg" alt="two" width="500" height="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;count them 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and they are your biggest fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842274969/" title="six by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 435px; height: 324px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/4842274969_0463cfa0ae.jpg" alt="six" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;first grand-son, first grand-daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842292497/" title="one by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/4842292497_460edf027e.jpg" alt="one" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;noah carter grayson abigail ivy jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842287655/" title="three by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4083/4842287655_b62fb25161.jpg" alt="three" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842280765/" title="four by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/4842280765_08bbc53847.jpg" alt="four" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842276675/" title="five by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 289px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4842276675_4a95648af7.jpg" alt="five" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;two - four - six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842889648/" title="seven by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 289px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/4842889648_eec9f1ca66.jpg" alt="seven" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Guess what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Chickenbutt.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842884066/" title="eight by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 301px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/4842884066_c3c69135cd.jpg" alt="eight" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We gave Jack a stick to chew on. True story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842880810/" title="nine by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 287px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/4842880810_f39b1903ed.jpg" alt="nine" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44808208@N00/4842875122/" title="eleven by AdventuresInBabywearing, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 269px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/4842875122_4fb492f029.jpg" alt="eleven" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is your (circle of) life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; for the birthday banner. Isn't it great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're stopping by today to say happy birthday, please also let Mimi know what your favorite Elvis song is, or your favorite thing to order at Olive Garden, or the craziest thing you've ever done (that you'll admit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6234214596062223492?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6234214596062223492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6234214596062223492' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6234214596062223492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6234214596062223492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/4842906106_2e32788cf9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6582964528502811319</id><published>2010-07-29T12:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:50:46.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gung-ho! Carrots are growing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Feb. 27, 2010 I lost a special friend &amp;amp; founder of the company I work for. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mahlon&lt;/span&gt; LOVED life and embraced it every day with more vigor than I have ever seen in a 92 year old person. He came in every morning and yelled out "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gung&lt;/span&gt;-Ho"! and raised his arm like he was marching in a parade with a baton in hand. I was the first person to see him every morning. Even if he were to leave the office during the day and come back in, he would repeat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gung&lt;/span&gt;-Ho every time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Since I was his assistant I would open up all of his mail and pass on the important mail to him. He was semi-retired but still wanted to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After he passed away, I still had the job of opening up his mail. First of all, when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mahlon&lt;/span&gt; was alive, he gave to every charity &amp;amp; organization and subscribed to many magazines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I would send back most of his mail after opening it letting them know of the circumstances and to stop sending. One day, I opened up a letter with a packet of Carrot seeds inside. I think it was from the charity, Feed the Children. I couldn't see discarding that packet of seeds. I decided to plant those carrot seeds in the one large pot on my front porch that needed something inside. I carefully planted and watered them in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mahlon's&lt;/span&gt; honor. In a few weeks, I noticed the small green sprouts popping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the dirt. I was so excited. It made me feel like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mahlon&lt;/span&gt; was smiling down, happy that I did something with those seeds. Every day I check on them and say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gung&lt;/span&gt;-Ho". This morning as I was leaving for work, they were huge, so I had to take a picture of them. I hope to be able to pull them out soon and have an orange carrot. This little packet of seeds has brought me so much joy. I feel like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mahlon&lt;/span&gt; lives on and that is just what he would want us to do. Embrace life and nature.  He planted many seeds in his lifetime.   He taught me so much and I sure do miss my friend, but this pot of carrots puts a smile on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gung&lt;/span&gt;-Ho day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499376015389226450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TFG1WVuT9dI/AAAAAAAADRA/xZRQR2j2RpM/s400/mahlon%27s+carrots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6582964528502811319?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6582964528502811319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6582964528502811319' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6582964528502811319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6582964528502811319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/gung-ho-carrots-are-growing.html' title='Gung-ho! Carrots are growing!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TFG1WVuT9dI/AAAAAAAADRA/xZRQR2j2RpM/s72-c/mahlon%27s+carrots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5479373944098535772</id><published>2010-07-17T09:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:46:27.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Friday with Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG6u-f_dNI/AAAAAAAADQ4/xuWrGCMgMfs/s1600/zgrandkids7-16-10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494878336582644946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG6u-f_dNI/AAAAAAAADQ4/xuWrGCMgMfs/s400/zgrandkids7-16-10+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; My Friday Started out with Jack being dropped off at my house at 7:30 am.  His mommy and Abby were going on a trip for the day and daddy was working.  Jack is a delight to watch.  You just give him snacks and food all day and he's a happy little guy.  Of course, I try to never overfeed him...NOT.....We decided to go check out one of my favorite stores "Once Upon a Child" since they were having a big sale.  Abby loves to wear pretty dresses to church, so I like to see what they get in from time to time.  And Jack is growing like a weed and needed some bigger clothes too.  So, after we did a little shopping, we went over to visit Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and cousins, Noah, Carter, Gray and Ivy.  Jack played a while and then got a little cranky with the teething thing, so we loaded up and headed back to Mimi's.   He took a little nap and when he woke up I decided to make him lunch, and that is when my &lt;em&gt;heart skipped a beat.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jack was standing in the entryway looking out the front screen door.  I turned to go into the kitchen and when I turned back around after hearing the door close, Jack was NOT standing there anymore.  I ran to the door and opened it and there was little Jack, face down on my porch.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He had fallen out the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I could not believe what I saw.  I scooped him up and tried to see if there were blood or bumps and of course he was crying and scared.  There was not a scratch or bump on him.  All I could say was "Thank you God for putting a pillow under him to land on"....It's the scariest feeling in the world.  Never assume that a door can't open when leaned on.   I felt like a bad Mimi, but just thankful that he wasn't hurt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He stayed until around 3:30......Then around 5:00.....Noah, Carter, Gray and Ivy came over while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Jeff went to dinner and a movie.......We ate pizza and of course I made Carter's favorite mashed potatoes and gravy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494877894828640418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG6VQ1oSKI/AAAAAAAADQw/ZwRrrSA_WxU/s400/zgrandkids7-16-10+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I could not get Ivy to smile for the camera....She loves to play with the magnets on my frig.  The lady with the pumpkin on her head is actually named &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mimi&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a magnet set that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; gave me that she found at a specialty store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG6CsG_beI/AAAAAAAADQo/8qo2y_a_2l0/s1600/zgrandkids7-16-10+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494877575731703266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG6CsG_beI/AAAAAAAADQo/8qo2y_a_2l0/s400/zgrandkids7-16-10+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The boys are use to playing with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;, micro machines or G.I.Joes at my house, but their uncle Nate took all of his old toys home to put up for his son when he is old enough to play with them one day.  They were lost with not knowing what to play with.  So, I got out the play dough and they were thrilled.  Gray said "mommy throws away the play dough so Ivy can't get it"  They each created a Birthday Cake for me, with real candles.  And we even lit them and made wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG5vSlII-I/AAAAAAAADQg/m0EGpRD8G_4/s1600/zgrandkids7-16-10+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494877242461266914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG5vSlII-I/AAAAAAAADQg/m0EGpRD8G_4/s400/zgrandkids7-16-10+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Carter created a cake using star and tree cookie cutters....For someone to say just minutes earlier that he was bored, looks mighty happy here.  I'm glad I remembered I had play dough in the cabinet.  He said what he would really like to play with is a big Jeep to ride in with a big battery....hint...hint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494876936983983042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG5dglqs8I/AAAAAAAADQY/s4gkPRSwpHg/s400/zgrandkids7-16-10+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Noah created his cake using the cookie cutters as the decoration....I think I lit his candles 5 times for him to keep making the same wish....He said he wanted to make sure it came true.  Mike yelled out from the other room "is something burning?"  I said "No, I'm just entertaining the kids"..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks Play dough...you saved the night!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Another Fun Filled Full Friday off with my favorite people...&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-5479373944098535772?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5479373944098535772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5479373944098535772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5479373944098535772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5479373944098535772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/full-friday-with-five.html' title='Full Friday with Five'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TEG6u-f_dNI/AAAAAAAADQ4/xuWrGCMgMfs/s72-c/zgrandkids7-16-10+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7768780970271305384</id><published>2010-07-14T06:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:29:16.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 500 posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TD9sCyLE1fI/AAAAAAAADQQ/a5mCuvT4zzA/s1600/1950s-woman-party_~kn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494228865499059698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TD9sCyLE1fI/AAAAAAAADQQ/a5mCuvT4zzA/s400/1950s-woman-party_~kn7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On May 2, 2007 my blog was born.  500 posts later, I am still enjoying my little journal.  I would really like to step it up this next year and post more often.  I have enjoyed this journey so much and have met so many great people along the way.  I can honestly say I have never gotten any negative comments.   I feel the love from all my fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.  Thank you for not giving up on me and continuing to tune in......Happy 500 posts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-7768780970271305384?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7768780970271305384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7768780970271305384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7768780970271305384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7768780970271305384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/celebrating-500-posts.html' title='Celebrating 500 posts'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TD9sCyLE1fI/AAAAAAAADQQ/a5mCuvT4zzA/s72-c/1950s-woman-party_~kn7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-9184758734428677478</id><published>2010-07-13T06:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:44:00.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I feel like I'm in a rut...motivation is hanging on by a thread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am faithfully going to Curves but my eating is NOT under control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I love sea salt &amp;amp; vinegar kettle cooked chips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I love Diana's chocolate covered frozen 1/2 bananas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I love Butterball Thanksgiving Turkey from the deli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I gave up products containing aspartame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am in search of a new large purse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am looking forward to our County Fair this month, which happens to be on my Birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I can already taste the fried vegetables dipped in ranch dressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am very content with my job and working 4 days a week until the economy picks up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I need to give up reality t.v., especially when it filters into my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I hope the bachelorette Ali picks Chris L. He's my favorite now that Ty is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am behind on my blog reading and have several books I need to finish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I've been in a funk since coming back from my sister vacation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am in search of a used white provincial night stand and headboard for a Queen bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I tried growing a tomato plant in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;turvey&lt;/span&gt; planter, it met it's maker, it's a stick now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I planted carrot seeds I got in the mail in a large pot and they are growing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am in need of a massage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I love my new razor for my legs, no cuts and smooth as silk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I still can't believe I have 6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I'm glad all 6 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; have Birthdays in different months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am looking forward to my sister coming for a visit this fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am searching for a new Blog look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I will try to never wear false fingernails again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I don't like getting pedicure's but I love the results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I wish Dove still made the facial cucumber melon wipes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I wish I could grant my husband a much needed vacation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I wish I could grant my husband a brand new truck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I would like to start having family dinners at my house, like we did when I was young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am so thankful that my daughter and son have such great spouses and in-laws...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I am also thankful that I can still talk to my parents on the phone or in person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when most of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my friends parents are deceased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***I have lots of random thoughts going &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my 53 year old head. Right now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whoever is interested in reading this. Please leave a comment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;or any suggestions, but be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-9184758734428677478?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9184758734428677478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=9184758734428677478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/9184758734428677478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/9184758734428677478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5754764680723571614</id><published>2010-07-10T10:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:22:51.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Birthday Carter Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDiPIGUYFjI/AAAAAAAADQI/VQwpD8abJ2M/s1600/New+Year+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492297114876122674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDiPIGUYFjI/AAAAAAAADQI/VQwpD8abJ2M/s400/New+Year+2009+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I searched for just the right picture to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; show Carter's personality.  This best describes him.  Carter Wilson &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Precourt&lt;/span&gt; is the comedian and entertainer of the family.  He demands the stage a lot to sing us his songs he learns in school.  What a joy he is and I am so proud of my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Grandson.  We will celebrate this evening and he is one excited little man.  He LOVES his birthday.  Happy Birthday Carter Bear....You bring so much happiness!  Love you so much...Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-5754764680723571614?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5754764680723571614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5754764680723571614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5754764680723571614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5754764680723571614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-8th-birthday-carter-bear.html' title='Happy 8th Birthday Carter Bear'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDiPIGUYFjI/AAAAAAAADQI/VQwpD8abJ2M/s72-c/New+Year+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-3675671972197008137</id><published>2010-07-06T20:13:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:42:58.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPYJaEJ8II/AAAAAAAADQA/RN-AXxL90k0/s1600/Sandestin+2010+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490970026821939330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPYJaEJ8II/AAAAAAAADQA/RN-AXxL90k0/s400/Sandestin+2010+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I flew back home July 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and had the time of my life with my sister.  I can't believe the week went by so fast.  Despite the rainy weather, we still had enough sun peeking through the clouds to give us both a good tan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPXvbFa9UI/AAAAAAAADP4/uWcqN9xcQmo/s1600/Sandestin+2010+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490968973025878162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPXMEXmIJI/AAAAAAAADPw/IDbPxXr5e0A/s400/Sandestin+2010+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We took advantage of shopping one rainy day and found these bathing suit cover-ups.  The ocean was beautiful and very little tar balls were seen towards the end of the week.  We loved walking the beach and finding treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490968612584315170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPW3FnoWSI/AAAAAAAADPo/-JfOoV6xDdY/s400/Sandestin+2010+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the view from our room.  It was breathtaking.  We got the 2 pools and ocean view.  What more could you ask for?  My sister laughed at me when I would put bread out on our balcony railing to feed the birds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490968080035173714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPWYFuBVVI/AAAAAAAADPg/iek98YopOiY/s400/Sandestin+2010+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were at a social event enjoying the last evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490967713777701570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPWCxTb0sI/AAAAAAAADPY/YTrhIsxckvU/s400/Sandestin+2010+042.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Relaxing after the social event.  I'm not a wine lover, so I would give Diane mine.  She did sleep good that night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490967221174766370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPVmGNviyI/AAAAAAAADPQ/STchLsSNFJQ/s400/Sandestin+2010+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our last morning, I took one last swim in the ocean.  The water felt like bath water.  It was the best time and I miss my sister.  I will share more pictures in days to come.  I miss Florida&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-3675671972197008137?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3675671972197008137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=3675671972197008137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3675671972197008137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/3675671972197008137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TDPYJaEJ8II/AAAAAAAADQA/RN-AXxL90k0/s72-c/Sandestin+2010+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6831488511949423498</id><published>2010-06-24T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:07:39.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TCPCTBpRqRI/AAAAAAAADPI/YPg7_63QkL8/s1600/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486442403182258450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TCPCTBpRqRI/AAAAAAAADPI/YPg7_63QkL8/s400/clouds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In 15 hours I will be sitting in Seat 9E on flight 2303 to begin my 1st part of my journey to my sisters. I have my 1 huge red suitcase packed except for last minute essentials. I have a manicure and pedicure scheduled this evening and the limo has been booked to pick me up at my door at 3:30am, yes, I said 3:30 AM. I guess I should try to go to bed around 8:00 to get a full nights rest. I feel like all of this is a big dream. I am just so thankful I am able to go and wish my other family members could join me. I hope to come back home feeling refreshed and renewed. I even got a travel pass for Curves in case I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come upon one in Louisiana or Florida. The next time I blog, I will have my vacation pictures to share. I'm kinda excited, in case you couldn't already tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6831488511949423498?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6831488511949423498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6831488511949423498' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6831488511949423498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6831488511949423498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/15-hours.html' title='15 hours'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TCPCTBpRqRI/AAAAAAAADPI/YPg7_63QkL8/s72-c/clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6840413987444879480</id><published>2010-06-22T07:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:38:04.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TCDToTFQibI/AAAAAAAADO4/Tr3ymGrkkqM/s1600/sandestin+09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485617035407821234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TCDToTFQibI/AAAAAAAADO4/Tr3ymGrkkqM/s400/sandestin+09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TCDTiSY3ZUI/AAAAAAAADOw/gONR68C09ak/s1600/Vacation+%26+Carters+B_D_+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485616932142409026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TCDTiSY3ZUI/AAAAAAAADOw/gONR68C09ak/s400/Vacation+%26+Carters+B_D_+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; In 5 days, I will be sitting in this spot with my sister, where we sat last year.  I will see her in 3 days, when I fly in to her town, and I can't wait!  Our Thelma &amp;amp; Louise trip begins Sunday morning, very early.  It is about a 7 hour drive to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sandestin&lt;/span&gt; Beach, Florida from her house. (I check the Oil spill update daily, and so far, beaches are open and hasn't hit our beach).  We already know where we will stop for breakfast.  We like to sing along to our favorite gospel CD, Alan Jackson.  We end up crying...then we start laughing and do a lot of talking and catching up.  With 10 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; between us, there are plenty of stories to tell.  I am so thankful that I get to go on this trip again and spend time with my best friend.  It never gets easier living so far away from one another, but we make up for it when we are together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go........I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6127317745547927432-6840413987444879480?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6840413987444879480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6840413987444879480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6840413987444879480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6840413987444879480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-days.html' title='5 Days'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TCDToTFQibI/AAAAAAAADO4/Tr3ymGrkkqM/s72-c/sandestin+09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1016918112136454618</id><published>2010-06-20T06:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T06:50:28.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TB35ueqVI4I/AAAAAAAADOY/Uw0zSoQuoKY/s1600/father%27s+day+09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484814498107040642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TB35ueqVI4I/AAAAAAAADOY/Uw0zSoQuoKY/s400/father%27s+day+09+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have a one of a kind dad.  Growing up, my sister and I could usually work him to our advantage.  My dad suffered with Epilepsy after a work accident, when a machine fell on his head.  I watched my mom take care of him and it was very scary for us when he would have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt;.  Eventually he stopped having the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seizures&lt;/span&gt; with the help of the right doctors and treatments and of course, God.  It was a miracle that he survived the accident.  And when he was able, he went back to that same job and worked until retirement.  I admire him for always being our provider with the help of my mom, who also worked at the same place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dad has a strong faith in God, and I can always remember Sunday mornings at our house.  He would blow the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bugle&lt;/span&gt; (sound made with his mouth) and tell us to get up and get ready for church.  We dreaded hearing that sound cause we wanted to sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dad has never &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;met a stranger.  He is very giving.  He is one of the best joke tellers.  He loves his Birthday.  He likes to tell people about a month before his birthday that it will be his birthday.  I can always keep track of his age by my grandson Noah's age&lt;/span&gt;.  Noah is 9 and my dad is 79.  I have so many good memories of my dad as a father.  I have lots of regrets though, like the time I popped out some of his buffalo nickel collection that were in the bottom drawer safely tucked away.  I went to the candy store down the street and spent them.  You would have thought the clerk would have been a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;little suspicious when I paid with ALL buffalo nickels....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I will always be daddy's little girl, or sometimes called "Baby doll".  I am thankful to say I still have my dad with me and can celebrate today with him.  I feel sad for all of my friends who can't say that this morning, and I am thinking of all of you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We will be spending today with some very special people.  My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://adventuresinbabywearing.com/"&gt;daughter's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in-laws invited all the families for lunch.  We will have lots of generations and I hope to take lots of pictures to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, to my dad, and all the other great dad's, I wish a very Happy Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-1016918112136454618?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1016918112136454618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1016918112136454618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1016918112136454618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1016918112136454618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TB35ueqVI4I/AAAAAAAADOY/Uw0zSoQuoKY/s72-c/father%27s+day+09+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-752339793483479197</id><published>2010-06-13T18:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:11:46.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>church with Abby &amp; Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBVw8dUOiWI/AAAAAAAADOA/sQZLZh9mqIw/s1600/A%26J+6-13-10+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482412305357375842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBVw8dUOiWI/AAAAAAAADOA/sQZLZh9mqIw/s400/A%26J+6-13-10+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBVwrMV2bCI/AAAAAAAADN4/TcIKTdMN_DE/s1600/a%26j+6-13-10+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482412008743005218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBVwrMV2bCI/AAAAAAAADN4/TcIKTdMN_DE/s400/a%26j+6-13-10+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411748909272178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBVwcEYqTHI/AAAAAAAADNw/p-eTkhpYyMM/s400/a%26j+6-13-10+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My daughter-in-law usually picks me up for church on Sunday mornings when my son is working.  This morning we got to church a little early, so I saw the perfect backdrop for picture taking.   I just so happened to have my camera in my purse, imagine that!  Abby had on the precious dress Aunt Steph got her for her birthday.  She was very proud to model it for me. &lt;br /&gt;I ended up working in the nursery and playing with Jack, since they were short a worker and his mommy was helping out in another classroom.   It felt good to be able to help out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411445598960626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBVwKad2O_I/AAAAAAAADNo/cAC-jIOQ2W4/s400/A%26J+6-13-10+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After church we went for a quick lunch at McD's where Abby loves to play in their playland after she eats.  Jack is enjoying his burger and fries.  This boy can really eat!  And he's such a clown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482411130508281170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBVv4EqYBVI/AAAAAAAADNg/0214FHSsDAI/s400/A%26J+6-13-10+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really enjoyed my Sunday.   And, I got a surprise visit from Steph, Noah &amp;amp; Carter.  They stopped off to use the bathroom on their way home from Chicago.  It was great to see 4 of my 6 grandkids today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-752339793483479197?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/752339793483479197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=752339793483479197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/752339793483479197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/752339793483479197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/church-with-abby-jack.html' title='church with Abby &amp; Jack'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBVw8dUOiWI/AAAAAAAADOA/sQZLZh9mqIw/s72-c/A%26J+6-13-10+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7342408724380677833</id><published>2010-06-10T06:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:05:46.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 workouts and proud of it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBEDrIKd5pI/AAAAAAAADNI/YgwWIc9BltQ/s1600/curves-circle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481166260947248786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBEDrIKd5pI/AAAAAAAADNI/YgwWIc9BltQ/s400/curves-circle.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I am proud to report that I earned my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"100"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;workout T-shirt this morning when I scanned in &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for my Curves workout. I can't believe I made it this far. I started this new chapter in my life back in October. Curves would like for you to workout at least 3 times per week, which I tried to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;keep up with. Of course there were some sick days here and there. I set a goal last month of going every time they are open and I am usually in the parking lot at 5:55 am waiting for the door to open at 6am. Although I have not dropped a lot of weight (due to my eating habits), I have lost inches and am toning and feeling so much better, mentally and physically. I do enjoy going, and that's so important that you enjoy your workout routine, whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have met some wonderful people along the way and we motivate one another. There are all shapes and sizes and no intimidation. I know my heart loves me for going. My doctor told me back in October I needed an exercise program to help my high blood pressure and so I decided to give Curves a try. I am more aware of my portion sizes and snacking has decreased. The night eating has also stopped. Very rarely will you find me standing in the kitchen at midnight getting a bowl of cereal. I am trying to make better choices. It's a struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I plan to walk for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?pg=entry&amp;amp;fr_id=21421"&gt;Relay for Life &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on June 18, along with fellow Curve members. Come on out if you live in the area and join us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, I am working towards my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"200"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;workouts T-shirt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-7342408724380677833?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7342408724380677833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7342408724380677833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7342408724380677833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7342408724380677833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/100-workouts-and-proud-of-it.html' title='100 workouts and proud of it!'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TBEDrIKd5pI/AAAAAAAADNI/YgwWIc9BltQ/s72-c/curves-circle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-8044128511166053994</id><published>2010-06-02T06:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:08:24.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate June</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TAZwIciASII/AAAAAAAADNA/_DbmHY0lQVU/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478189287142869122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TAZwIciASII/AAAAAAAADNA/_DbmHY0lQVU/s400/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; I have a new outlook this month.  In 22 days I will see my sister.  It's been 1 year.  Yes, we have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;web cams&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and email but it's not the same.   We are looking forward to sitting on the beach together with our feet in the warm sand and getting up early to walk along the beach.  She always manages to find money lying around, like last year, finding a wet $10 dollar bill.  We are looking forward to sharing a huge plate of nachos and sipping a dream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sickle&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am in Curves training until my trip.  I promised myself that I will work out every morning they are open and so far I have been doing just that.  I'm usually sitting outside the building 10 min. early waiting for the door to open.  So I didn't lose the 50 lbs. I wanted to lose before my trip, but I am moving more and making better food choices.  The great part about seeing my sister is, we still love each other no matter what size we are.  We have a strong bond that goes way beyond the physical appearance.  We will probably do a lot of talking about our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't believe that between us both we have 10, with me in the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Our journey to Florida for her work conference will start by me flying in to her hometown a few days before we actually leave, then her and I driving the 7 hours to our destination, beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sandestin&lt;/span&gt; Beach.  We will be there for 6 days, then we will drive back to her house and I will have a few more days to spend visiting with other family members before flying back home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;This will be my 3rd year being able to go.  I feel very blessed to be able to go.  It is a much needed vacation.  So, until then, I will keep gazing at the glass of sand and shells on my desk at work until I am actually there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-8044128511166053994?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8044128511166053994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=8044128511166053994' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8044128511166053994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/8044128511166053994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebrate-june.html' title='Celebrate June'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/TAZwIciASII/AAAAAAAADNA/_DbmHY0lQVU/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7233538840201164464</id><published>2010-05-27T10:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:12:26.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caretaker with a cloudy mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S_6Sv_4g2UI/AAAAAAAADMo/EyPv-ZDp7dQ/s1600/zz082042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475975550229076290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S_6Sv_4g2UI/AAAAAAAADMo/EyPv-ZDp7dQ/s400/zz082042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Let me start by saying, I was blessed with great parents. They are such giving people. They both worked hard to support my sister, brother and myself. My sister graduated, married and moved far away. My brother graduated and also moved far away. So here I am, living 1 mile from my parents. Our family has always been very close and have been there for one another. They use to be my caretaker, but now the role is reversing and lately I'm becoming their caretaker and decision maker. I didn't sign up for this position, but this is just the way it is. They both have been having health issues and are very needy. A few years ago they almost sold the family home to move into assisted living, but my mom didn't want to leave her cozy home and when the house deal fell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;, she shouted for joy. My dad is losing his ability to do things around the house that he use to be able to do. We are at that point again of trying to figure out the best plan of action as to try selling again and moving into assisted living, or just stay put with their familiar surroundings and me coming by as often as I can to take care of things and also seeking outside help. Lately I've been spending my day off taking them to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appts&lt;/span&gt;. or running errands for them. My dad never fails to tell me as I am leaving &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we don't know what we would do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; Talk about pressure that puts on a person! I feel I have to live up to their expectations. So much runs through my mind, which brings me to my Title. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind feels cloudy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know I am not the only person who is helping to take care of their parents. Someday I might be in the same situation, but lately my mind has had this cloudy feeling. I feel such a weight on my shoulders at times. I have 2 households to think about. It gets very scary at times. I do a lot of praying, which is seeming to help. I take one day at a time and that's all I can do. I pray every day for patience and understanding of their needs. I want to be a daughter that will be there for them, but I also have a husband to think about too. At times I feel like a piece of taffy being pulled in so many different directions. I have faith that things will work out and hopefully soon, the sun will peek through the clouds in my mind. Until then, I will continue with the help of God to be there for them, because I never know how long I will have them here. &lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-7233538840201164464?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7233538840201164464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7233538840201164464' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7233538840201164464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7233538840201164464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/caretaker-with-cloudy-mind.html' title='Caretaker with a cloudy mind'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S_6Sv_4g2UI/AAAAAAAADMo/EyPv-ZDp7dQ/s72-c/zz082042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-828406874229171186</id><published>2010-05-19T12:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:18:40.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Vacation coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S_QkOCxUTqI/AAAAAAAADMQ/gO3nFSEjOpY/s1600/Vacation+%26+Carters+B_D_+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473039270842486434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S_QkOCxUTqI/AAAAAAAADMQ/gO3nFSEjOpY/s320/Vacation+%26+Carters+B_D_+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S_QkKm4Jf1I/AAAAAAAADMI/_pZz7jOltgM/s1600/Vacation+%26+Carters+B_D_+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473039211815337810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S_QkKm4Jf1I/AAAAAAAADMI/_pZz7jOltgM/s320/Vacation+%26+Carters+B_D_+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Yesterday I found out that I am invited again next month to join my sister for her work conference in Sunny Florida at the most beautiful resort. I have so many mixed emotions about this trip. It will be my 3rd time going. I don't always talk from my heart on this blog because I want to keep it positive, but, I really wanted my husband to be able to go with me on this trip. Due to the economy and the hard hit it had on our finances, it's really not a good time for vacation. I have such a hard working husband and he doesn't take vacations often. I feel so guilty about going but he told me to go as long as he doesn't have to drive me to the airport and fight the construction.  It's important to me to have his blessing about going. I don't get to see my Best Friend, my sister that often, maybe if we are lucky, once a year, and I look at it as a great opportunity to be with her. I do have vacation time I can use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, I had this brainstorm to raise money for my airfare by having a yard sale. In the next few weeks I will be gathering stuff I don't need anymore. It's a great way to earn extra cash and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;declutter&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. So, if things work out, in 39 days my feet will be planted on the sand for 5 1/2 days....hoping it's not oily. If so, there are 2 pools....see, I am thinking positive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks Mike for supporting my decision, I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-828406874229171186?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/828406874229171186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=828406874229171186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/828406874229171186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/828406874229171186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/sister-vacation-coming-soon.html' title='Sister Vacation coming soon'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S_QkOCxUTqI/AAAAAAAADMQ/gO3nFSEjOpY/s72-c/Vacation+%26+Carters+B_D_+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-5623757841254457271</id><published>2010-05-16T08:07:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:50:08.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day for going to the Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_whsmnmaI/AAAAAAAADMA/oQn1gkG0rZs/s1600/zmarket05-15+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471856533977930146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_whsmnmaI/AAAAAAAADMA/oQn1gkG0rZs/s400/zmarket05-15+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the town next to mine, there's this really nice European Market in the downtown area. They open every Saturday during the Spring/Summer and you &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can see a little&lt;/span&gt; of everything there. They have fancy cheese, breads, flowers, honey, purses, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;popcorn's&lt;/span&gt;,the best pita bread and hummus you will ever eat and I could go on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_wPXuAeBI/AAAAAAAADL4/JtaIH5ndoaI/s1600/zmarket05-15+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471856219134130194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_wPXuAeBI/AAAAAAAADL4/JtaIH5ndoaI/s400/zmarket05-15+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noah, Gray and Carter standing on the gazebo at the Market...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471855908882822562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_v9T8VNaI/AAAAAAAADLw/YqUta5yy2v4/s400/zmarket05-15+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thang&lt;/span&gt;, Ivy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LaRue&lt;/span&gt;....looks like she is in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471855568722707410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_vpgv1w9I/AAAAAAAADLo/HzylfJfE60k/s400/zmarket05-15+008.jpg" /&gt;We met up with some good friends, Beth and her beautiful children....Here is the foursome, Carter, Anna, Noah and Noah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471855200711519778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_vUFzIriI/AAAAAAAADLg/TByFP5c4Xfo/s400/zmarket05-15+009.jpg" /&gt;And Ivy makes five....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471854896858006034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_vCZ20AhI/AAAAAAAADLY/pgwJOOzjpLQ/s400/zmarket05-15+010.jpg" /&gt;Then there was this little teeny tiny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; named "Bella" who had this little dress on. She ran around playing with the kids.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471854506135930914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_urqTaSCI/AAAAAAAADLQ/8GFOt5RLqbk/s400/zmarket05-15+011.jpg" /&gt;And would you believe she chased Gray and scared him? Yes, this teeny tiny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; with a little dress, scared Gray. You had to be there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471854161654682610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_uXnArk_I/AAAAAAAADLI/A06s_3j3fPI/s400/zmarket05-15+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The entertainment at the Market was "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sugarbear&lt;/span&gt;". Danny &amp;amp; Sarah and they were awesome! I loved their harmony and selection of songs. Danny grew up with my son and his family are great friends. Danny is multi-talented. Sarah graduated with my daughter and has remained good friends. I have always enjoyed watching her perform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, It was a great morning at the Market and looking forward to another Saturday again at the Market. Come on over if you are in the area....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6127317745547927432-5623757841254457271?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5623757841254457271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=5623757841254457271' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5623757841254457271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/5623757841254457271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-market-to-market.html' title='Great day for going to the Market'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-_whsmnmaI/AAAAAAAADMA/oQn1gkG0rZs/s72-c/zmarket05-15+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-7867879363342782946</id><published>2010-05-08T09:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:19:05.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's 1st Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V9tJAbo9I/AAAAAAAADLA/gd6D8ZFcnRA/s1600/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468915536976651218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V9tJAbo9I/AAAAAAAADLA/gd6D8ZFcnRA/s320/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; We celebrated Jack's 1st Birthday and he was really enjoying this chocolate super sized cupcake.  Jack is a blessing to our family.  He is a fun loving, sweet spirited little/big guy.  I keep thinking that he just might be my last grandchild, but only God knows for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V9ZwJIpbI/AAAAAAAADK4/-pdAAZOBLM4/s1600/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468915203884754354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V9ZwJIpbI/AAAAAAAADK4/-pdAAZOBLM4/s320/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468914902266629986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V9IMhxT2I/AAAAAAAADKw/313uUh-Xb5U/s320/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468914566002460674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V80n2JSAI/AAAAAAAADKo/JFHo4vIaTcU/s320/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As you can see, he enjoyed most of his first birthday cake.  He was only allowed to eat a little bit due to it being almost bed time and what the sugar high would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468914198924267714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V8fQX4kMI/AAAAAAAADKg/wM6d3KyO5wo/s320/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't tell you the feeling I have in my heart when I see ALL 6 of my grand kids in 1 room together.  They all climbed in Jack's sandbox he got for his birthday, minus the sand, of course.  Carter is holding Jack, Gray, Ivy, Noah and Abby.  These 6 blessings are my heart!  And this was the first try at the picture....hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468913841235245810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V8Kb4LOvI/AAAAAAAADKY/t4gHm61ZCVc/s320/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Carter, the next Top Guy Model loves to pose and perform.  He wore this scarf, his latest fashion statement.  He was our entertainment for the evening, rocking out to Justin Bieber's songs.  He has all the moves down!  I think Carter just be my ticket to retirement some day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468913539492469234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V743zF2fI/AAAAAAAADKQ/rECcBZJVrns/s320/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abby has a major crush on her cousin, Noah.  She followed him around and tried to get him to notice her....She loves to give hugs and it is so sweet.  Noah's smile is very contagious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A very fun party!  &lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-7867879363342782946?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7867879363342782946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=7867879363342782946' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7867879363342782946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/7867879363342782946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/jacks-1st-birthday-party.html' title='Jack&apos;s 1st Birthday Party'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S-V9tJAbo9I/AAAAAAAADLA/gd6D8ZFcnRA/s72-c/zJack%27s+1st+B.D.+%26+M.D.+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-1549867783280037637</id><published>2010-05-02T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T04:05:43.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Jack Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9yokPNhpYI/AAAAAAAADKI/36Zl6O6K6pg/s1600/jack+%26+abby+3-21-10+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466429388232959362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9yokPNhpYI/AAAAAAAADKI/36Zl6O6K6pg/s400/jack+%26+abby+3-21-10+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466429022762876722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9yoO9uqvzI/AAAAAAAADKA/pTP2ItV8cgs/s400/Jack+%26+Abby+3-21-10+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Jackson Kent is One Year Old Today! He started walking last week and is the cutest little man. Jack has such a fun loving spirit about him. He is a comedian and loves when people laugh at him. I'm still asking myself where this past year has gone. He can't be 1 already. He has brought so much Joy to our family and reminds me a lot of my son. He is my 4th grandson and I love him to pieces. Happy &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1st &lt;/span&gt;Birthday Jack Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6127317745547927432-1549867783280037637?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1549867783280037637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=1549867783280037637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1549867783280037637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/1549867783280037637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-1st-birthday-jack-jack.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Jack Jack'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9yokPNhpYI/AAAAAAAADKI/36Zl6O6K6pg/s72-c/jack+%26+abby+3-21-10+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-6362202420204497052</id><published>2010-05-01T08:41:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:04:47.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Zoo with Gray &amp; Ivy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wyOL5YpcI/AAAAAAAADJ4/9FqbPeIat28/s1600/Zoo+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466299267013977538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wyOL5YpcI/AAAAAAAADJ4/9FqbPeIat28/s400/Zoo+2010+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; We had a beautiful day for the Zoo.  It was warm and just enough wind to cool you down.  Gray and Ivy loved climbing on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wx6rUjORI/AAAAAAAADJw/njKdpfjLqLU/s1600/Zoo+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466298931852032274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wx6rUjORI/AAAAAAAADJw/njKdpfjLqLU/s320/Zoo+2010+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; To prove we were really at the Zoo, here is a friend I met there.  Mr. Ape.  He was quite rude and wouldn't look at me.  I think he was being a tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wxpFTr9KI/AAAAAAAADJo/1EXkJLGl7mw/s1600/Zoo+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466298629590086818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wxpFTr9KI/AAAAAAAADJo/1EXkJLGl7mw/s320/Zoo+2010+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Gray climbed into this log that goes to the window by the apes.  He met a beautiful little girl and you can see in Gray's eyes that he thought she was really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466298240435603170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wxSbmBxuI/AAAAAAAADJg/DnmktgR3GF8/s320/Zoo+2010+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Lou Lou" as we have nicknamed little miss Ivy, thought climbing on the fence was the&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; best part&lt;/span&gt; about going to the Zoo.  She wore her squeaker shoes and everyone was asking about them.  We always knew where she was by the sound of her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466297909299460914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9ww_KBBOzI/AAAAAAAADJY/idC2AAuMAjE/s320/Zoo+2010+011.jpg" /&gt;I love this picture of Gray with the Flamingo's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466297561636714178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wwq63wtsI/AAAAAAAADJQ/PMp-3PW5TU8/s320/Zoo+2010+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gray with the huge aquarium of fish.  He was very happy to be at the zoo, but a little disappointed at not being able to see the sea lions.  Their exhibit was being cleaned and spruced up, so it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466297298165029218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wwblXN2WI/AAAAAAAADJI/HHI_jRDeNtc/s320/Zoo+2010+013.jpg" /&gt;Gray sitting on the baby hippo and Ivy kissing the big hippo.  Another fun day in Chicago with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and the kids.  I love spending my days off like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127317745547927432-6362202420204497052?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6362202420204497052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=6362202420204497052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6362202420204497052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/6362202420204497052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-zoo-with-gray-ivy.html' title='Trip to the Zoo with Gray &amp; Ivy'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9wyOL5YpcI/AAAAAAAADJ4/9FqbPeIat28/s72-c/Zoo+2010+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127317745547927432.post-454082212313945192</id><published>2010-04-28T12:05:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:45:28.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Capture/ Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9mM_ZvqW1I/AAAAAAAADI4/yR5RaWDQ33I/s1600/youcapture4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465236411643618082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9hrj3GMYyI/AAAAAAAADIo/yw6509Z9zQ4/s320/spring+004.jpg" /&gt;Our assignment this week was to capture Spring. I tried to capture some interesting pictures this week that remind me of Spring. I have this Welcome flag in my front yard and it makes me happy to look at the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465236332492834386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9hrfQPLRlI/AAAAAAAADIg/Z7fnGBsTZO8/s320/spring+003.jpg" /&gt;I took this beautiful picture of what I think is a cherry tree on our March for Babies Walk. I love the vibrant color and the beauty it oozes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465236263606125058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9hrbPnTggI/AAAAAAAADIY/C-z_ReJsXxg/s320/spring+002.jpg" /&gt;I stood over a beautiful tulip on our March for Babies walk. I loved how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465236150151091458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9hrUo9hFQI/AAAAAAAADIQ/wRvFR3RV9lQ/s320/spring+005.jpg" /&gt;These are my chickens and hens in the pot that my son got me for Mother's Day last year. I love how they spread and they stayed out all winter and came back to life. The green cabbage looking plants come up every year and spread also. They are great ground cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465236039333168626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9hrOMIdxfI/AAAAAAAADII/0GXlbnuwQ6M/s320/spring+001.jpg" /&gt;These are my fake Spring flowers I have in a pot in my office at work. I love to bring Spring into the workplace. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took these pictures with my Nikon Cool pix S230. It is all the camera I need. I love how easy it is to use and it fits right in my purse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Go Spring on over to &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/"&gt;Beth's &lt;/a&gt;place to check out all of the Springtime master pieces. Join in on the fun.  &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/6127317745547927432-454082212313945192?l=mimistoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/feeds/454082212313945192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127317745547927432&amp;postID=454082212313945192' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/454082212313945192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127317745547927432/posts/default/454082212313945192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-capture-spring.html' title='You Capture/ Spring'/><author><name>Mimi's Toes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918834487225748283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_auF5gmtCr_E/S9hrj3GMYyI/AAAAAAAADIo/yw6509Z9zQ4/s72-c/spring+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
