<?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-26231502</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:42:42.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...thanks for the memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116704282417769287</id><published>2006-12-25T04:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T06:00:53.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog will no longer be quite as active as before!  I won't have time to keep up with it like I used to have.  Maybe a post here and there when I can get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your holidays were peaceful and everything you wished for came true! &lt;font color="red"&gt;See below this post what I've received as gifts from my "online Santas"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007!!!&lt;br /&gt;signing off...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116704282417769287?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116704282417769287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116704282417769287' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116704282417769287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116704282417769287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-blog-will-no-longer-be-quite-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116553181898315745</id><published>2006-12-25T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:08:37.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/64200/12DAYS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/516655/12DAYS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a secret elf for the 12 days prior to Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I'd find a special little something in my &lt;strike&gt;stocking&lt;/strike&gt; er....ummmm, email!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my secret elf--you made my days oh so special!!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the most wonderful online-friendship holiday ever!  Short from  having family home for Christmas, my online family showered me with some lovely, precious gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of ladies I belong to---friends that I have met, others still yet to meet; we've been online friends for several years...we decided to have a 'name drawing' for a 'secret santa' gift exchange.  Hubby was the one who drew the names for us all.  My name that I was to buy a gift for and send it along to her was Chilady! &lt;br /&gt;My gift to Chilady is something I made.  I crocheted her an angel centerpiece.  Here is the gift---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/720922/4childay_mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/970296/4childay_mine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilady has two views, front and back on her blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma made me this beautiful stat --it's just gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/656948/from%20Norma.gif" width="404" height="292"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/656948/from%20Norma.gif"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for 808x594 image]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Wystful,&lt;br /&gt;You bring a  Bright light into peoples lives.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for such a wonderful friend .&lt;br /&gt;Hugs Norma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a wonderful woman that has graced my online adventures for years, Karma, drew my name.  Karma?  Your gift is most cherished!  Here is the adorable gift Karma sent me for Christmas--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/11481/Karma_secretsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/948534/Karma_secretsanta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dubbed him Sir Windsor of Mooseville&lt;br /&gt;(Karma is from a town called, Windsor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's Lady Lisa --She honored me by sending me a most treasured gift--the "how-to's" and equipment to make Denmark's own traditonal Danish Hearts.  The traditional heart is done in red and white---Denmark's flag colors; filled with treats of all kinds, and hung along store windows, on Christmas trees and the like.  I made several, and now I'm hooked!  I love them, Lisa!  And thanks.  Here are a few of my finished hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/121861/danish_heart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/241898/danish_heart1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/365668/danish_heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/567302/danish_heart2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last but not least of friends' gifts.  Comes a surprise from Melli.  But, there is a story behind this gift.  A bit of fun actually.  Yet, at the beginning she had me really going there!----You see, to make a long story short, she told me that she found 'flavored' linguine!  And she was sure it would be a flavor I'd appreciate!  Yes, she did have me going.  Then, the package arrived...on the bubble envelope, Melli had written:  "The pasta's here!"  I opened the envelope, and sure enough there was this Linguine box!!  But through the cellophane window I could see something wrapped in holiday paper.  I opened the linguine and had fun with her for a while all over the 'net...making her follow my clues to get a joke, a poem, stuff like that.  Really, fair play don't you think?  Okay so, come this morning (after the linguine simmered under the tree for a couple of weeks) I opened the now scorched pasta!!  Burnt pasta paste, indeed! (just joking!)  They go so well with my newly 'styled' bedroom color!!  Thank you so much Melli!! Look at these beauties!----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/708361/grape_blueberryLINGUINE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/809484/grape_blueberryLINGUINE1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/144145/grape_blueberryLINGUINE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/703356/grape_blueberryLINGUINE2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~And to all my online and blogging friends...~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/290762/fromW1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116553181898315745?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116553181898315745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116553181898315745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116553181898315745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116553181898315745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-had-secret-elf-for-12-days-prior-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116663424178583466</id><published>2006-12-22T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T08:03:31.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEMON MERINGUE DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large package of cook 'n' serve JELLO Lemon Pie Filling&lt;br /&gt;homemade prepared pie crust (with some sugar added)&lt;br /&gt;3 egg meringue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long drawn out affair, but oh so scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;When I make a lemon meringue pie I always find that the pie filling is much more than can be held in a large pie pan, it always seems to overflow and then I can't seal the meringue like it should be to avoid watery filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've remedied the dilemma by using a 13x9 oblong cake pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces, after it's prepared, can be cut into squares and served as a dessert just like pie, but as a smaller portioned 'bar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not one much for the meringue itself, too sweet for me...so the 3 egg yolks used when following the boxed recipe, is thin and not 'bulky' and overpowering the tangy lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step with a few pictures of the process is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare jello lemon pie filling as directed on package&lt;br /&gt;(I use the microwave section, but can be stove top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/439603/DSCF1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/267908/DSCF1683.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/751232/DSCF1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/521085/DSCF1684.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/557369/DSCF1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/49860/DSCF1685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/805505/DSCF1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/496721/DSCF1687.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cooking the filling mix to a boil, and cooling for 5 minutes (stirring twice) -- you prepare your own pie crust.  (I add sugar to my pie crust mixing to add just a touch of cookie sweetness to the bar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/391274/DSCF1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/736541/DSCF1686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With damp hands, press the finished crust into the ungreased, oblong cake pan and set in preheated oven to brown lightly. (I never say oven temperatures because convention/convection ovens vary in heat processes AND cooking times-so, lightly browned)  Meanwhile, stir your pie filling to keep it from lumping up as it cools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once your crust is browned to your tastes and preference, and flaky to the touch, remove from oven and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooling, slowly pour the lemon filling on top of the crust, spreading evenly to coat the crust.  Again, alow to cool while preparing the meringue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/220222/DSCF1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/445763/DSCF1688.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back of the jello package, there are directions for meringue.  Follow as shown and when peaks form on the whipped egg white/sugar mix, you're ready to top the filling/crust that has been cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/163588/DSCF1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/889743/DSCF1689.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop the crust/filling/meringue filled pan back into a warm oven and brown the meringue (about 5 minutes or so, depending on the temperature you have set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get this as a result (of course more egg whites can be used to completely cover, but around our house, only hubby likes the meringue, so it's 50/50 for us!!)&lt;br /&gt;REFRIGERATE at least 5 hours before cutting/serving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/412048/DSCF1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/493284/DSCF1690.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116663424178583466?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116663424178583466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116663424178583466' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116663424178583466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116663424178583466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/lemon-meringue-dessert-1-large-package.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116665345900973066</id><published>2006-12-21T04:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:12:16.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THURSDAY'S THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, if you'd like to join me and would like to use this graphic header you're more than welcome.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to save it.)  And the link for the posting of your Thursday Thoughts URL is on my sidebar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever realized you're thinking in words?  In your brain--without actually speaking those words aloud?  In turn, have you ever thought to yourself, how did language evolve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where and when, in history, did language actually become congnitive?  Speech, such as forming sounds into words?  How did the Neanderthals express their thoughts verbally?  Where and when did the association of apple actually become the fruit as we know today --let alone the "forbidden fruit" being associated with the word apple; and there is no reference to apple in Genesis.  It's simply 'translated in one "language" from another "language" as the fruit from the tree of knowledge'?  Is green, the color, actually green as we know it--the shade of grass blades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.  Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans have a brain functioning at high speed, tho we are reportedly only using a small percentage.  And I'm sure that we humans of today's generation learned speech from our parents and they did and their parents...and so on.  But going back to days of say---cavemen?  How did the man of the house let his woman know he's hungry and wants her to cook?  Was it a verbal grunt or two?  Was it all hand signals?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented to visualize our vocal abilities have evolved along with our brains and brain size.  Our physical apparatus with language and speaking has also evolved into a highly mechanized tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a different movement of humans' vocal chords?  Why now in our time do we choke more than past generations?  Is our larnyx continuing to evolve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we visit foreign lands that the people of the visited land speak a strange language, what do we normally do to communicate?  Is it from our instinct and our evolution to use sign language and point along with words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we use signs, and motion of our hands and then find that our hands could make use of tools?  And with those tools came a necessity to communicate verbally to allow us to continue working with our hands while 'talking'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So facinating and yet at the time unanswerable.  The study of evolution and language has always intrigued me.  So many different languages and translations....all through the evolution of conversing/communicating in those different languages!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should there be more of a universal language?  If human evolution is correct, and man 'began' in what is now known as Africa, why then are there so many different species of humans?  So many languages.  In China, for example, the many hundreds of Chinese dialects differ so much even Chinese from the far eastern shores cannot understand the Chinese to the west?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where and how did language evolve you wonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116665345900973066?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116665345900973066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116665345900973066' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116665345900973066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116665345900973066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursdays-thoughts_21.html' title='THURSDAY&apos;S THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116656808878028813</id><published>2006-12-20T00:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:31:04.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>Not so wordless this week....&lt;br /&gt;sending you this card from my house to yours--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/954528/WWxmas.gif" width="450" height="725"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/tubietuber/believe.mp3" autostart="false" height="20" width="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you have everything you need, if you just believe!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116656808878028813?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116656808878028813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116656808878028813' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116656808878028813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116656808878028813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/wordless-wednesday_116656808878028813.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116652666234326010</id><published>2006-12-19T05:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T05:31:23.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO FOR TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/292012/2tues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/87073/2tues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day makes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it's this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/257551/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/554247/Image2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the next day it's this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/870461/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/174188/Image1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116652666234326010?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116652666234326010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116652666234326010' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116652666234326010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116652666234326010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-for-tuesday_19.html' title='TWO FOR TUESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116644922579550249</id><published>2006-12-18T07:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T07:40:25.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's foggy!!  How I love fog!!&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's one of the best of nature's glories!!&lt;br /&gt;The sounds, how they carry, the whole feeling of dampness, and stillness all rolled into one----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/328908/DSCF1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/135577/DSCF1672.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the front yard...looking down the street, can barely see homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/746200/DSCF1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/848342/DSCF1673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back yard, over the fence...into an empty field...but it's NOT empty.  They're building houses and there are large pieces of equipment sitting there...invisible this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/655988/DSCF1674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/216992/DSCF1674.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew on a climbing rose bush branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/950812/DSCF1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/672204/DSCF1676.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get the dew - water drops AND a web with dewy mist interwoven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[enlarge the photos for better views]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116644922579550249?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116644922579550249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116644922579550249' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116644922579550249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116644922579550249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-foggy-how-i-love-fog-for-me-its_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116628150347092304</id><published>2006-12-17T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:58:24.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY'S SNIPPET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/snippet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: none; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/snippet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's snippets is my original idea to share something a bit 'out of the ordinary'...yet, newsy without being of crimes, wars, hate and such that the media tends to over saturate the papers/tv/internet. I wanted Sunday to be a bit 'peaceful' and enjoyable with meaningless stature or perhaps something of an intersting-helpful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic is Children -&lt;a href="http://cgi3.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewUserPage&amp;userid=careforcaliforniakids"&gt;Children's Hospice Coalition&lt;/a&gt; to be exact.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past two weeks, beginning December 4th and ending December 14th, the oh so talented man of my dreams, Johnny Depp, among other celebrites donated items to be auctioned off to raise funds for children in need.  (Johnny Depp's "Today is a gift, have fun" &lt;a href="http://www.childrenshospice.org/store/"&gt;bracelet&lt;/a&gt; you often see him wearing can be purchased to help with funds also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue with the 'happy' story of charities from celebrities (this is always a feel-good for me, reading about such happenings)....Mr. Depp did a self portrait of his recurring role as Captain Jack Sparrow on a bowling ball.  And this past ten days, it was auctioned off.  The bids started at $75.00 (USA currency)...in ten days' time the top bid was $2,360.51 (USA)!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my normal newsprint scanned this week, but I do have the photo from the auction here --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/213267/jdS_BOWLINGBALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/905999/jdS_BOWLINGBALL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winning bidder is Sheila!  It's a treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, among other items, were "A day with Melissa Gilbert" --top bid was $1225.00 (winning bid was from Stephen) - Lunch with Mandy Moore -- bidding topped close to $5 grand!!  - FX's Nip and Tuck VIP passes bidding for over $6,000 - many many others!!  The top item auctioned off this past week was Andy Warhol's "John Wayne" original screenprint going for over $34 grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All proceeds, 100%, goes to the benefit of the Children's Hospice!!  All totalling nearly $60,000.00.  Awesome...like I said, this particular item is a feel good story...when we're all so busy charging and purchasing gifts for our family and friends, the hard working celebrities and well-knowns have it in their hearts to give to the needy as we all should!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless them, each and every one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=275 align=center border=2 border color="#234212" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Elf Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E2CEAA" border=2 border color="#234212"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/elf3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#234212"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Sweet Cheeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Elf Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked!!!  'sweet cheeks' is hubby's and my nicknames for each other!!!  UN-be-LIEVABLE....*gulp*  This is the first time anything has even come remotely close with these "name" quizzes.  And she actually looks about how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116628150347092304?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116628150347092304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116628150347092304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116628150347092304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116628150347092304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/sundays-snippet_17.html' title='SUNDAY&apos;S SNIPPET'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116627146070220672</id><published>2006-12-16T06:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T07:04:05.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - ANNOYING&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not much in my life annoys me, so this was difficult for me since I've not left the house much this week.  The first thing that came to mind was something on television...but since I've been sick, and haven't had a chance to get any pictures, nor any time to actually feel like sitting in front of a TV.  This is usually on during dinner at our house, as we have the television going so we don't have to hear each other chewing!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kinda 'cheated' this week.  ....gotta break the rules once in a while....that's what they're for, ya know?  I went out on the 'net with my hunting this day----it's not clipart, but actually it's not a photo either---it's a very SHORT 13 second video.  Yet, the true TV airing goes on and on and on and on....for at least a minute!!!  And something about shoving this  and where the sun don't shine, comes to mind!!!!  Okay...here's the most annoying thing I could think of this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOvFIxUz2XY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOvFIxUz2XY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No, we don't have TIVO, and we don't need it actually.  'Cause most times the TV is used for DVD's)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116627146070220672?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116627146070220672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116627146070220672' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627146070220672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627146070220672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-photo-hunt_116627146070220672.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116627522651782278</id><published>2006-12-16T06:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T07:35:16.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VIRTUAL HOLIDAY COOKIE SWAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/785961/cookie_swap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/925573/cookie_swap2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://southwardho.blogspot.com/2006/12/virtual-holiday-cookie-swap.html"&gt;Carol&lt;/a&gt;, being a gracious hostess that she is, is holding a 'cookie swap'.  I've decided to add a recipe.  Tho not a cookie per se, but the size you make these mouth watering 'pies' is totally up to you....I have made 'em about the size of the store manufactured &lt;a href="http://www.moonpie.com/"&gt;moon pies&lt;/a&gt;.  They're fantastic with a tall glass of icy cold milk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I use the bottled Marshmallow Creme for filling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/665164/WhoopiePieLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/354420/WhoopiePieLarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup solid vegetable shortening&lt;br /&gt;1 cup firmly packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup cocoa&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;Whoopie Pie Filling (see recipe below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly grease baking sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, cream together shortening, sugar, and egg. In another bowl, combine cocoa, flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small bowl, stir the vanilla extract into the milk. Add the dry ingredients to the shortening mixture, alternating with the milk mixture; beating until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop batter by the 1/4 cup (to make 18 cakes) onto prepared baking sheets. With the back of a spoon spread batter into 4-inch circles, leaving approximately 2 inches between each cake. Bake 15 minutes or until they are firm to the touch. Remove from oven and let cool completely on a wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Whoopie Pie Filling. When the cakes are completely cool, spread the flat side (bottom) of one chocolate cake with a generous amount of filling. Top with another cake, pressing down gently to distribute the filling evenly. Repeat with all cookies to make 9 pies. Wrap whoopie pies individually in plastic wrap, or place them in a single layer on a platter (do not stack them, as they tend to stick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To freeze, wrap each whoopie pie in plastic wrap. Loosely pack them in a plastic freezer container and cover. To serve, defrost the wrapped whoopie pies in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 9 large whoopie pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopie Pie Filling:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup solid vegetable shortening*&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Marshmallow Fluff**&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Butter may be substituted for all or part of the vegetable shortening, although traditional Whoopie Pies are made with vegetable shortening only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Marshmallow Creme may be substituted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a medium bow, beat together shortening, sugar, and Marshmallow fluff; stir in vanilla extract until well blended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116627522651782278?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116627522651782278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116627522651782278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627522651782278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627522651782278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/virtual-holiday-cookie-swap.html' title='VIRTUAL HOLIDAY COOKIE SWAP'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116613495559390291</id><published>2006-12-15T04:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T05:01:29.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....the best time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....when Christmas comes to town!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, Ho, Ho!&lt;br /&gt;Mer-r-r-r-y Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/759600/DSCF1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/207858/DSCF1668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/635205/DSCF1666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/473058/DSCF1666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/193597/DSCF1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/101275/DSCF1662.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/637437/DSCF1661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/9067/DSCF1665.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/604252/DSCF1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/692843/DSCF1659.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/580179/DSCF1660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/485523/DSCF1660.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/502104/DSCF1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/981866/DSCF1663.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/478388/DSCF1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/679878/DSCF1671.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN SO SICK I HAVEN'T HAD ANY COMPUTER TIME...&lt;br /&gt;THESE ARE MORE PHOTOS OF SANTA RESIDING HERE IN OUR HOME that I have stored on the computer already---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116613495559390291?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116613495559390291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116613495559390291' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116613495559390291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116613495559390291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116508476728512916</id><published>2006-12-12T06:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:08:21.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO FOR TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/292012/2tues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/87073/2tues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROCHET &amp; SHELLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, this fine Tuesday -being a very busy time of year for me, I wanted to share a new project I will be starting for the winter days while hubby is watching his Super Bowl all day, etc.  LOL  (I always seem to want to start a new project around this time, 'cause if my favorite team isn't in the bowl--I ask now: "What &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; it with this new Rookie Quarterback for the D. Broncos?"--, it's a bit boring.  Besides, there is way too much money wasted putting on the sports' show of shows.  My humble opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, before I begin to start making some holiday treats that will last the month for us, without spoiling, or things I can freeze ahead of time, I'm going to show you TWO VIEWS of the one thing I want to try to make.  Just hope I can find the right color I have in mind!  I'm thinking a bright rich blue, or perhaps a misty lavendar...all colors for Spring.  *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is labeled "advanced" for the pattern, so I will read through the directions more thoroughly before I even LOOK for thread.  Just to see if I think I can understand it first.  It's something totally beautiful in my estimation, and would look great with a simple pant suit of a dark color.  If I choose the correct color of thread, I'd be able to wear it for casual wear with a nice pair of jeans AND going out in the evening for 'more fancy' dining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front and back views of my hopefully soon to be new project!  It's soooooooooo, well, for lack of a better description, feminine and victorian-looking---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/232803/Tuesday2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/219876/Tuesday2a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/990676/Tuesday2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/391560/Tuesday2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion?  Right now, for me it's "ACK!"  I'm not sure 'bout this one...looks pretty, but still in my mind PRETTY difficult.  We'll see.  Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My second entry is a photo of some shells.  When I go walking on the beach I am equipped with my always present water bottle and a cloth shoulder bag.  The water?  For drinking.  The bag?  For shells!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I happen to get 'lucky' I can find some unbroken shells.  Ya know---The beaches on Mustang Island vehicles are allowed to traverse over, and the shells are smashed to bits.  The last month or so, a new section of the beach has finally been re-opened.  For a couple of years, it's been cordoned off because of the county's construction....or I should say REconstruction of &lt;a href="http://www.cctexas.com/engineering/packery/"&gt;Packery Channel&lt;/a&gt;.  The redredging of the channel is finally complete and once again that section is open to the beachcombers and fishermen!!  Hubby and I went there for walking last week, and tho I've still not cleaned the shells up, I was lucky enough to find two sand dollars that were whole and one that it looks like the gulls pecked at....but I never the less grabbed 'em!!  And from the photo, you can see what else I found....even a coconut shell washed up!! ---hmmmm, there are no coconut palms around here....it had to have washed ashore from floating across the gulf from the Caribbean somewhere.  And it's a RARE treat to find any clam shells that are larger than a half dollar in size...the ones to the right of the coconut are approximately the size of a canning jar in circumference  ---AND whole!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/919370/shells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/130274/shells.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [click for larger view]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why's the RUM gone?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116508476728512916?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116508476728512916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116508476728512916' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116508476728512916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116508476728512916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-for-tuesday.html' title='TWO FOR TUESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116567819118547677</id><published>2006-12-11T05:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T09:12:45.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/352593/elmo_reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/297581/elmo_reg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A HOLIDAY MEME~&lt;br /&gt;"Just 'cause it tickles me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;/span&gt; Most times, I do paper.  But I HAVE done gift bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Real tree or artificial?&lt;/span&gt; We've had an artificial tree for decades!  We're probably one of the first to like the concept.  Why cut down a REAL one and kill it?---trees actually absorb the bad emissions we humans create, so the more trees living, the less pollution.  (Funny story, on a dare once --something like a dare always gets me riled into showing 'em I can do it!--ONE year we used a HUGE tumbleweed---it was like 6 or 7 feet in height and very bushy.  Spray painted it white then, flocked it with fake snow, and had it decorated with acrylic icicles and tinsel and white lights! -- It was actually VERY beautiful, in an artful sense!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When do you put up the tree?&lt;/span&gt; We usually put it up on Thanksgiving, after the big meal and while watching the Dallas Cowboys football.  Has there EVER been a Thanksgiving that Dallas doesn't play?  It's as traditional as the turkey feast I imagine--at least to us sports fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When do you take the tree down?&lt;/span&gt; I start taking most down the day after Christmas.  My thinking is, the holiday is over, get back to normal living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you like eggnog?&lt;/span&gt; Love it!!!  Without booze most times!  Lots of nutmeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/span&gt; Golly, that's not an easy one.  Our family wasn't much on gift giving....Just Santa.  So, it'd have to be a doll that I rec'd from Santa.  Other than that, it was more tradtional that we draw names after I grew up some, and Santa stopped visiting.  It was much more fun to shop for the name I drew than receiving.  Truly!!  Actually, now that I think about it, it was the gathering of the huge group of family that was the best gift!!!  And the most fun.  Eating, card games, festive drinking, and more games and eating---all day long and into the late evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/span&gt; Yes, one.   Made of frosted glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt; Here at home, it's just the two of us.  And to be honest, we buy each other stuff ALL year long...so it's not difficult.  We know what each one likes.  The other family members living away from us, we just send cards, money, or gift cards.  Or perhaps for some, just a phone call to wish them the best of holidays and a happy new year.  In our family that's more sensible.  Money comes hard these days and why waste it on distant family members that feel obliged to reciprocate --- use the money on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; instead of us.  We don't need anything but our health and each other. And I state this with conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt; As stated above in #8, nothing is difficult for the two of us.  The 4 legged children are even easy to buy gifts for, to fill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; stockings!  Yes--you read that right, we do have tiny stockings for our kitties also.  Oh don't get me wrong...it's nothing much, maybe a $1 cat toy or a bag of kitty snacks, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mail or email Christmas cards?&lt;/span&gt; Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Worst Christmas gift you ever received?&lt;/span&gt; None.  I've always appreciated them all.  But, I do know one I thought was the worst I've given!!  A turkey to my nephew.  What a joke that was, and I still feel badly I did such a thing.  (mind you, it was cute, but something like that to a nephew just doesn't come across as too thoughtful, ya know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Favorite Christmas Movie? &lt;/span&gt;Hands down, the most recent "The Polar Express"...it truly brought back a good childhood for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; Used to be, when the kids were small, all year long.  If I saw something that I knew someone would like, it was purchased and packed away in a special drawer I had just for that purpose --or in a locked closet; or often, in the garage attic. That way, we'd not need to use credit cards for holiday shopping and ever go off the budget---no sense paying premium interest rates for a gift that ends up in the trash bin within a couple years' time!!  But now....no need to even think of shopping for hubby 'til it gets closer to the season.  Why, during the year he might buy something that I perhaps had in mind for a gift....so, I wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; Shamefully, it's all mostly the sweet goodies.  I make a double batch of Rice Krispie Treats to fill my huge Santa boot...and it's replenished throughout the month of December.  Cookies.  Popcorn Balls and then, good stuff, I always buy some bulk mixed nuts....but if you see me at the store near the bin, I'm usually picking through to get mostly pecans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Clear lights or colored on the tree?&lt;/span&gt;  It depends on the theme for the year.  Sometimes, mixed colored lights, sometimes all white.  This year, the theme is red.  We have a monochromatic lighting on the tree...all red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Favorite Christmas song? &lt;/span&gt;Depends.  If it's Christmas Carols (to me, the tradtional carols should be only hymns!) you are wanting to know, it'd be "O Holy Night".  I just love that song.  Then, I have a few plain songs, that I wouldn't consider 'carols'---I do love "Christmas Eve in Saraejvo"(poor hubby is glad to know the holidays will soon be over ---I play this song daily I love it that much), "I'll be Home for Christmas", and the one Josh Groban sings ---"Believe".  BUT!!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no question here that asks what the LEAST favorite is?&lt;/span&gt; ---gotta tell you I detest "Gramma Got Run Over by a Reindeer"!!!  That song, in my humble opinion, just irks me to no end.  It degrades the whole concept of the reason for the season!  It's stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Travel at Christmas or stay home?&lt;/span&gt; We've done both.  Travel and stay home.  Now-a-days, it's stay home.  We'd prefer this much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Can you name all of Santa's reindeers?&lt;/span&gt; Of course!!  You need ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Angel on the tree top or a star?&lt;/span&gt; Neither....it's usually an animated santa tree topper.  This year tho, it's a blown red glass fixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? &lt;/span&gt;Morning!!!  By all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;/span&gt; TRAFFIC!!  And then coming in 2nd would be the shoppers that are in line to check out and they wait 'til all the purchases are scanned, then find they don't have the funds and we have to wait for them to go back through everything that they've purchased and take off items 'til they get the check down to their budgets, or credit card max!!  Why do people do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Favorite ornament theme or color?&lt;/span&gt; Santas...always santas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Favorite for Christmas dinner?&lt;/span&gt; Well, it's more of a late luncheon-early dinner type meal...we usually dine around 4 or 5pm, instead of our usual 7pm meal time...so we won't be overfilled still by 10pm and have to go to bed on a heavy stomach.  We eat early, then always walk it off somewhere, and play board games like monopoly or trivial pursuit.  Oh, you asked what's the favorite at our table?  Ham, with mashed potatoes and gravy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My very small Monday Memory today is one I thought of the other night, watching a video about the Islands.  The Hawai'ian Islands to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've taken many trips aboard planes.  For nearly 40 years, most always, we'd fly to our destination and then use a car rental to get around.  I've flown in planes of all sizes, and tho we've flown to Mexico several times to different destinations and the intercontinental United States, it's always the, now more or less extinct, 727 jets.  We've flown in 737's also.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one trip we took that we spent 3 weeks in Hawai'i, we flew from Denver's Stapleton (that too is no longer in Denver...they now have the new Denver International) to Los Angeles's LAX!  We didn't have much of a layover time before we had to board to fly overseas.  It was going to be a 6 hour flight.  But, we got to the terminal---and people, people everywhere.  I had seen huge planes on TV and movies...but not to board!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a 747 two decker!!  And looking out the window of the airport's gate, there was ours!!!  My heart stopped!!  There was this plane...and all I could see was the huge windshield and the upper deck of the plane!!  Normally, when I board and look out the window of the airport, there is this fine sized, medium size 727!  This plane was so damn big!!  I turned around to hubby and said "Is this sucker gonna get off the ground?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to be there....it was the first time in my life I flew in a 747 double decker!  And ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, what a joy ride that was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, this was the first time in my life I got to see the live action of a volcano...when we started to descend into Oahu's International airport, the pilot pointed out the hot orange glow of the lava flows!!!  It was just so awesome!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116567819118547677?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116567819118547677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116567819118547677' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116567819118547677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116567819118547677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-meme-just-cause-it-tickles-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116578494333632816</id><published>2006-12-10T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:11:06.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/447421/glass_dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/260571/glass_dolphin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[click for a much larger view]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this pretty?  It's a gift I got, and opened BEFORE Christmas.  I was supposed to check if anything was broken.  The picture doesn't do justice to the beauty tho.  It's absolutely stunning (at least I think so).  And it's VERY large and heavy!!  It's blown glass, and crystal clear except for around the spine area...that is green.  About 8 to 10 inches high!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, right now...bah humbug!!  There hasn't been any sunlight filtering through the window the last two days...I can't wait to see it with the glow of sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Since we've moved to the coast, I've slowly started a small collection of dolphins...small enough to have them all sitting  on the window sill here in the office.  But, this one will have a special place somewhere!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116578494333632816?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116578494333632816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116578494333632816' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116578494333632816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116578494333632816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/click-for-much-larger-view-isnt-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116560058403784129</id><published>2006-12-10T05:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:45:18.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY'S SNIPPET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/snippet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: none; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/snippet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's snippets is my original idea to share something a bit 'out of the ordinary'...yet, newsy without being of crimes, wars, hate and such that the media tends to over saturate the papers/tv/internet. I wanted Sunday to be a bit 'peaceful' and enjoyable with meaningless stature or perhaps something of an intersting-helpful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic is health.  Associated with Cranberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/617787/sundaysnippet12-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/964374/sundaysnippet12-10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho, a lot of research is an unexact science, and some 'findings' are not quite up to status quo on proven fact, more or less speculations, I found this quite interesting and will do some 'testing' myself. Not really---but I will consume more of the tart, bittersweet fruit! (I love to have dried cranberries in the car with me at all times), and when I need a snack, they're there, and much more healthy than candy or soda drinks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ariticle itself states that consumption of cranberries may improve the cholesterol in your system by lowering the bad cholesterol - LDL and increase levels of the good - HDL! They also may prevent tumors from growing rapidly OR beginning at all. Extracts from the cranberry prevents breast cancer cells when tested in test tubes, but has yet to be experimented with on humans. Also, cranberries will prevent plaque forming on teeth and kills bacteria that will cause stomach cancer and ulcers. And of course already known to health avids, we know that drinking the juice of a cranberry will preven urinary infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clip also goes on about research of the cranberry and effects of heart disease, yeast infections, stroke and viral infections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINK Up, me mateys!!!  Yo Ho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Hubby buys me lunch!!! The bet we had for yesterday was&lt;br /&gt;(any deer decoration photo of a red-nosed reindeer[the red nose to be exact], Rudolph-style, but not clipart, like the kind you see in the malls that are animated --usually in shop windows or around Santa's Shack--where kids can sit on his lap and have photos taken? --Ya, that kinda photo of a red nosed reindeer)for the Photo Hunt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/395817/rud4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/200/998773/rud4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it'd show up on the blogroll before noon, and I was to check each and every ONE of the sites on the blogroll. We didn't find him!!! Let's see.........hmmm, where do I choose to eat tomorrow?  Dunno where just yet, but I do know it'll be seafood!!  Hey!  HE'S buying!  *giggles*  Oh, and I wish to thank each and everyone who DID NOT think of finding Rudolph and sharing with us yesterday on the blog hunt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116560058403784129?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116560058403784129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116560058403784129' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116560058403784129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116560058403784129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/sundays-snippet_10.html' title='SUNDAY&apos;S SNIPPET'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116627196037349060</id><published>2006-12-09T02:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T06:26:00.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>THIS WEEK'S THEME - - RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added note:[6:42 a.m. Central Time USA] Last night hubby and I were talking about the Photo Hunt, and he made a bet with me (who buys lunch all week next week). Now, I am to go thru the entire blogroll this week-all before NOON our time, and see if I can find what he thinks will show up for red! (and it has to be JUST the particular red, nothing other than the object that is red) I bet that it WON'T show up!! Wish me luck!!! And, tomorrow, I'll let you all know in my post for Sunday if I won or if I'm buying HIM lunch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had so much difficulty coming up with red, hunting and hunting!!!------------NOT! I didn't even have to leave the house this week. Red, red everywhere this time of year 'round here. And after shopping, I'll see even MORE red come January's American Express statement! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a little game for you to play along. I think I kinda gave y'all a hint. Right? Can you guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/473734/SPH_red1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/970541/SPH_red2.jpg"&gt;Click Here for a full view!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116627196037349060?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116627196037349060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116627196037349060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627196037349060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627196037349060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-photo-hunt_116627196037349060.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116627190357681440</id><published>2006-12-09T02:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T06:25:03.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>THIS WEEK'S THEME - - RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added note:[6:42 a.m. Central Time USA] Last night hubby and I were talking about the Photo Hunt, and he made a bet with me (who buys lunch all week next week). Now, I am to go thru the entire blogroll this week-all before NOON our time, and see if I can find what he thinks will show up for red! (and it has to be JUST the particular red, nothing other than the object that is red) I bet that it WON'T show up!! Wish me luck!!! And, tomorrow, I'll let you all know in my post for Sunday if I won or if I'm buying HIM lunch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had so much difficulty coming up with red, hunting and hunting!!!------------NOT! I didn't even have to leave the house this week. Red, red everywhere this time of year 'round here. And after shopping, I'll see even MORE red come January's American Express statement! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a little game for you to play along. I think I kinda gave y'all a hint. Right? Can you guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/473734/SPH_red1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/970541/SPH_red2.jpg"&gt;Click Here for a full view!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116627190357681440?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116627190357681440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116627190357681440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627190357681440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627190357681440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-photo-hunt_116627190357681440.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116627186246135515</id><published>2006-12-09T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T06:24:22.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>THIS WEEK'S THEME - - RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added note:[6:42 a.m. Central Time USA] Last night hubby and I were talking about the Photo Hunt, and he made a bet with me (who buys lunch all week next week). Now, I am to go thru the entire blogroll this week-all before NOON our time, and see if I can find what he thinks will show up for red! (and it has to be JUST the particular red, nothing other than the object that is red) I bet that it WON'T show up!! Wish me luck!!! And, tomorrow, I'll let you all know in my post for Sunday if I won or if I'm buying HIM lunch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had so much difficulty coming up with red, hunting and hunting!!!------------NOT! I didn't even have to leave the house this week. Red, red everywhere this time of year 'round here. And after shopping, I'll see even MORE red come January's American Express statement! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a little game for you to play along. I think I kinda gave y'all a hint. Right? Can you guess what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/473734/SPH_red1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/970541/SPH_red2.jpg"&gt;Click Here for a full view!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116627186246135515?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116627186246135515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116627186246135515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627186246135515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116627186246135515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-photo-hunt_09.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116561671685535833</id><published>2006-12-08T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:28:39.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/375924/blooddiamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I finally went back to the movies!  Golly, it's been so long since we've been to one.  Ya know, lately, the movies are either geared toward the very young or the plots are so insipid that there is just no interest for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited quite a while to see this movie since we've seen the trailers first a few months ago.  I thought it was going to be very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it takes place in Africa.  And it's more or less a 'flashback' to 1999.  And how diamond smugglers operate.  Leonardo DiCaprio is the smuggler.  Ms. Connelly is a reporter for an American company from New York covering the story and trying to find out how the big diamond industry is holding all the precious stones that are illegally bought on the black market from the smugglers.  After purchasing the 'hot' diamonds, they keep them hidden in a vault --only to keep the 'displayed' diamonds at a premium price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story involves one man who finds a rare pink diamond at a slave camp...he hides it.  And then the intriguing and thoughtful (tho quite graphic at times during the civil unrest there in Africa -- but nothing you wouldn't see on the 6 o'clock news)  Anyway, the story evolves around the hidden diamond and the slave's family....and how he is used.  Yet, still ending in a good way by the help of Mr. DiCaprio and Ms. Connelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, enjoyed the story, the script, the direction, the acting and the photography!  (One section, just a minute or two of the film, has Archer -DiCaprio, lighting a cigarette and then there is a 'dead cigarette in his hand' --the editor or director should have caught that and cut it out).  Other than that?---A movie bound for Oscar nomination, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we do like to arrive early enough to be able to watch the movie previews for upcoming showings.  One looked really cute...I believe it was called "Road Hogs" or something like that ---with Tim Allen and Bill Macy.  Old 'codgers' who are bored with their lives and set to the road on Harleys!!!  It looks very funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116561671685535833?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116561671685535833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116561671685535833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116561671685535833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116561671685535833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/hubby-and-i-finally-went-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116557745898751151</id><published>2006-12-08T05:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:06:02.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY'S FEAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/bw_FridaysFeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/bw_FridaysFeast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com"&gt;Dine Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which language would you like to learn and why?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can speak small amounts of several.  I think once you learn a 'foreign' language, most others come easily.  So, I suppose my answer would be learn the languages I already know more fluently.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;(Spanish most fluent, then French, German and I'm learning some Danish! Oh, and I learned sign language years ago to speak with my grandson)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the funniest thing you've heard or read so far this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am one of those that still reads the newspaper daily if I can have time.  Usually over lunch.  (Hey, to us, it's a "senior thing"!)  And I love to do the word puzzles in the cartoon section daily---after I read my favorite comic strips!  So, tho I can't remember a particular one offhand, it'd have to be a comic.  And, more than likely it'd be "Mother Goose and Grimm" ---that's my 1st one I read 'cause it's my most favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which movie was so bad you couldn't watch the whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That's easy!  I even walked out on this one from the theater.  In my estimation it was dumber, dumber, dumbest!!  The newest version of King Kong!  It just did NOT have the appeal of the old classics.  Same storyline I guess---but so many different twists and computer graphics added it just did 'away' with the storyline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were a holiday in your honor that didn't use your actual name, what would the day be called? &lt;br /&gt;_________ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(no name) Day!  In other words, I have no idea!  I'm drawing a blank on this question!  Get it?  Blank?  roflmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one movie which is coming out soon that you would like to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, I've been waiting to see the new Leo DiCaprio movie that opens today actually.  And we'll be there at the first showing, I'm sure!!  &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809354237/info;_ylt=Ak4nJqCzCTkA.SXXdK1nZyhfVXcA"&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/a&gt;.  And another that will open around Christmas --with Ben Stiller, a comedy.  &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809266172/info"&gt;The Night at the Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  And this goes without saying...ANYthing with Johnny Depp!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!! And since last evening so many have been added-----what a wonderous way to share in the festive feelings of the season! I'm really enjoying everyone's participation. It brings joy to the world in a beautiful way...an unselfish way to show your feelings of the season, something that we all need to have this time of year as a reminder of the goodness on earth........all in one place!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-decorations-parade_24.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116557745898751151?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116557745898751151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116557745898751151' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116557745898751151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116557745898751151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/fridays-feast_08.html' title='FRIDAY&apos;S FEAST'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116515648139814692</id><published>2006-12-07T04:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:00:07.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THURSDAY'S THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, if you'd like to join me and would like to use this graphic header you're more than welcome.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to save it.)  And the link for the posting of your Thursday Thoughts URL is on my sidebar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://www.ccdemo.info/PearlHarbor/PearlHarborDayRemembered.html"&gt;Pearl Harbor Day&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had company(a 'co-worker' of my hubby's that is on his way to Miami for the holidays) arrive for two days, so as with yesterday, no doubt I won't be online much today either.  He says that Colorado has been cold!!  Hehehehehe, I know just how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;, too!!!  I'm glad we're not living &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;This week, I  had some thoughts about discussing my feelings of how families are these days, and want to forego with that idea.  Maybe some day I will, but not today.  Today, for Thursday, my thoughts are taking me back years---back to my Colorado youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week, I've felt a bit melancholy.  Ya know, it's that time of year when you remember all the good times of family and things you've shared in the past, what you will share with those loved ones today and looking forward to the future holidays that you can spend with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my thoughts today are of my family that has left us.  I so miss them, and if I could I would turn back the clock of times past so I could change some things, say things I've neglected to say and should have, do more things that are worthy of my family and treat my parents and grandparents with much more respect!  Yes, melancholy has struck!  Today, it struck hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I posted about the world in "Black and White" and how simple things were when there was no stress, with childhood.  Everything was seen through rose colored glasses.  The world was charming, fun and hopeful.  While watching this flash video of days gone by, I happened upon the still of the TV program "The Real McCoys".  There was an elderly man who played the grandfather on the program.  At the time I was a child and watching this when I was around, I remember mentioning to my mother that "he looks a lot like grandpa"!  And yes, he did!  So close of a resemblance to my grandfather it was uncanny.  As days and years passed, of course, my beloved grandfather left the physical world.  He lived to be 97.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I became a wild and crazy teenager.  Busy with school, a part time job, hanging out with friends.  Unaware of what lays ahead...yet anxious to grow up to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening after school, and working part-time afterward, I was driving home in my car.  As always, I had the radio on full blast....that's a teenage thing I think.  But, for my own reason for not liking the group that was on one station, at a stoplight, I was fiddling around with the dial on the dashboard, and changed radio stations.  I can recall this day still, so vividly.  I stopped turning the dial when I came upon a country/western station.  A song was just beginning to air.  It had a nice 'western tinkle' to it.  I stayed there on the station to listen.  The light turned green, and I made it through the intersection, heading down the road---a few more miles to go yet before turning up the driveway at home.  We lived in the country--many miles from the city, in the foothills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was sung, actually it was really NOT singing, but more or less dialogue with music in the background.  The man who was doing the song was the same man that played the grandfather on the Real McCoys!!!  Walter Brennan.  I recognized the voice right away....so really, I found myself listening to his words he was reciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the song was finished I was bawling, literally.  I still, to this day, do NOT know how I made it down the road without going off the shoulder and into the ditch or causing an accident....but I did make it safely home.  I really don't know when it was first recorded, but that day was the first I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song, the lyrics, the recording, reminded me of my grandfather!!  Once again, my grandfather came to me through this song.  Remember, I'm a teenager at this time, without a care in the world.  Yet, that day, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I grew up a bit.  All because of a song!!  It made me realize right then that life is way too precious!!  I had an experience with that song, and it changed my life.  From a rebellious twit to a human being with respect and awe of my elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, coming back to viewing the video the other day and seeing Mr. Brennan again ---looking at that picture, as I've aged throughout the years, the man NOW REMINDS ME OF MY LATE FATHER!  And the song came back to me!  I can recite the song from memory still.  And once again, the tears flow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that has made me so melancholy is one I vividly remember on one particular day when mentally, I grew up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Old Rivers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I FIRST SEEN OLD RIVERS?&lt;br /&gt;WHY, I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN HE WEREN'T AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;WELL, THAT OLD MAN DID A HEAP OF WORK;&lt;br /&gt;SPENT HIS WHOLE LIFE WALKING PLOWED GROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAD A ONE-ROOM SHACK NOT FAR FROM US,&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WAS ABOUT AS POOR AS HIM.&lt;br /&gt;HE HAD ONE OLD MULE HE CALLED "MIDNIGHT",&lt;br /&gt;AND I'D TAG ALONG AFTER THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'D PLOW THEM ROWS STRAIGHT AND DEEP&lt;br /&gt;AND I'D TAG ALONG BEHIND,&lt;br /&gt;BUSTIN' UP CLODS WITH MY OWN BARE FEET --&lt;br /&gt;OLD RIVERS WAS A FRIEND OF MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT SUN WOULD GET HIGH AND THAT MULE WOULD WORK&lt;br /&gt;TILL OLD RIVERS'D SAY, "WHOA!"&lt;br /&gt;THEN HE'D WIPE HIS BROW, LEAN BACK IN THE REINS,&lt;br /&gt;AND TALK ABOUT A PLACE HE WAS GONNA GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THESE DAYS I'M GONNA CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN;&lt;br /&gt;WALK UP THERE AMONG THEM CLOUDS,&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE COTTON'S HIGH AND THE CORN'S A-GROWIN',&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE AIN'T NO FIELDS TO PLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A LETTER FROM BACK HOME THE OTHER DAY --&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE ALL FINE, AND THE CROPS IS HIGH --&lt;br /&gt;AND DOWN AT THE END MY MAMA SAID,&lt;br /&gt;"YOU KNOW, OLD RIVERS DIED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THESE DAYS I'M GONNA CLIMB THAT MOUNTAIN;&lt;br /&gt;WALK UP THERE AMONG THEM CLOUDS,&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE COTTON'S HIGH AND THE CORN'S A-GROWIN',&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE AIN'T NO FIELDS TO PLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SITTING HERE ON THIS NEW-PLOWED EARTH,&lt;br /&gt;TRYIN' TO FIND ME A LITTLE SHADE.&lt;br /&gt;AND WITH THE SUN BEATING DOWN, 'CROSS THE FIELD I SEE&lt;br /&gt;THAT MULE, OLD RIVERS...AND ME&lt;div 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116535769565081376</id><published>2006-12-06T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T17:48:06.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/679930/deer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/788347/deer2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/104805/deer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/976243/deer1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116527175969926738</id><published>2006-12-05T04:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T05:09:17.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO FOR TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO YEARS AGO...when we relocated to Texas from Arizona, I had hair long enough to sit on it when I sat at the desk. Usually, being very thick and heavy, I braided it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had it cut. To about mid back. Still, it was heavy and with the humidity down here, it was more or less uncontrollable unless I DID braid it. I was busy each morning about an hour just braiding....and I loved to have it in the French Braid. But after a while, my arms would get tired. No, really...achy tired from working with it each day. A lot of times I would just brush through it and use the butterfly combs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, about 9 months ago, I went in and had the braid cut off...and got a bob cut, about mid-nape! It felt good to have the weight off my head. But, again, the humidity in the air making it so unruly, and the head of hair being thick and heavy, the hair needs to be cut. My hair grows wildly fast! The other day, while washing and brushing it out, it was once again, below the neck line and hanging about 1 to 2 inches beyond my shoulder. So, that means it grew about 7 to 8 inches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I would roll over on my side at night, I'd get a mouthful of hair. Or I'd wake up to go to the john, and the hair was hanging over the face and I'd have to brush it aside to see in the dark to find the ladies room!!!---And by that time, I was wide awake. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking the unthinkable for a few weeks. Oh, I was determined to get it cut again, and styled. But, for me, the unthinkable was getting my hair colored!! I wanted a deep strawberry blond. But leave us not panic(especially directed to you, my dear sister)!!! I didn't do it. Everyone I know convinced me to stay natural. Afterall, my face DOES show my age, every wrinkle I'm proud of---with my life, I've worked hard for each little one! And having my hair without the gray wouldn't suit me, nor my personality, or for that matter, my facial wrinkled texture! The hair stylist at the salon gave me the right words to convince me of my otherwise, nosensical thoughts! She called my natural hair color NORDIC SILVER! Wow!!! That did it. No hair color for me, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the idea of someone thinking my hair color is Nordic silver, hehehehe. But I did get it cut. And for today's TWO for TUESDAY---here are two views of my new do! (Remember yesterday at this time the hair length was beyond the shoulder by an inch --give or take!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/311973/TUES2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/956042/TUES2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The back--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/848957/TUES1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/2450/TUES1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The front--&lt;br /&gt;And not intended to sound vain at all, I can even see my earrings without pulling my hair away from the ears!!  YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!! And since last evening so many have been added-----what a wonderous way to share in the festive feelings of the season! I'm really enjoying everyone's participation. It brings joy to the world in a beautiful way...an unselfish way to show your feelings of the season, something that we all need to have this time of year as a reminder of the goodness on earth........all in one place!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-decorations-parade_24.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116527175969926738?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116527175969926738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116527175969926738' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116527175969926738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116527175969926738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-for-tuesday_05.html' title='TWO FOR TUESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116532327004257369</id><published>2006-12-05T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T07:12:45.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Linguine Happens!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/359280/4melli.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wystful also included this message:      &lt;br /&gt;      Melli, Melli...&lt;br /&gt;What to do.&lt;br /&gt;You had me going with your posting&lt;br /&gt;on the board,&lt;br /&gt;to me---from you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail came to me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I read your message&lt;br /&gt;"Linguine's here"!&lt;br /&gt;I thought and thought---&lt;br /&gt;what flavor c-could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd make a great sauce&lt;br /&gt;it'll be good---&lt;br /&gt;It comes from Melli,&lt;br /&gt;TO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more to come in another --hang tight my friend, dear Melli!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hehe hehehe hehehehe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116532327004257369?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116532327004257369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116532327004257369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116532327004257369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116532327004257369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/linguine-happens.html' title='Linguine Happens!!!!'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116514980049059508</id><published>2006-12-04T05:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T06:32:27.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I sit down and write my blog for the day, I'd like to thank Wendy Ann for the most precious of gifts!!  You filled my day with joy and courage to face the holiday season and 2007 with your wonderful words and thinking of me!!  Thank you Wendy Ann!!  &lt;a href="http://wendypereira.wordpress.com/2006/12/04/a-christmas-wish/"&gt;The Gift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own little world, there are times of reminiscing and wonderment. There are ancient times in history.  There are historical times of "days of yore".  There are the days of the most recent past - like our parents' generation.  And then there are the "Good ol' days!!"----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An online friend over the years--a very sweet, downhome, Southern Texas belle, with illuminating charm; whom I was privileged to finally meet in person last month, informed me there was a site she tought I'd be interested in, 'cause it made her think of me with my blog of memories and always reminiscing of the 'good ol' days'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the fact that someone took the time to make this flash piece on the net.  My childhood memories of watching programs, that my father had on television, came back to me this weekend with a vivid recall.  (He was the man of the house, the "king of his kingdom" --we watched what he said we'd watch!  If we didn't want to watch these programs, then it was reading time or homework time for us!  LOL  And with the strict upbringing, we learned to respect the word of the elder!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress.  This site has some great flashbacks of television when our world was Black and White!  Ahhhhhhhh, what joy and bliss.  Also, the poetic addition above each image tells it all!! Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/heartland/park/8338/"&gt;Amber Star&lt;/a&gt;!  You made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're all of my generation you will find you also appreciate going back in TV history.  Some good music along with screeenshots of the old programming of our childhoods!  If you're not of my generation, then you will get a kick out of our television 'upbringing'!  Turn up your volume if you have speakers attached to your computer...sit back and enjoy by---&gt; Clicking on the "TV" image below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://objflicks.com/WhenLifewasInBlack&amp;White.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/770525/mondayBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(image borrowed to promote site)&lt;br /&gt;No copyright infringement intended&lt;br /&gt;12/4/06&lt;br /&gt;Old Blue Web Designs©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-decorations-parade_24.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116514980049059508?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116514980049059508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116514980049059508' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116514980049059508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116514980049059508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-i-sit-down-and-write-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116508348439133271</id><published>2006-12-03T05:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T05:46:02.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY'S SNIPPET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/snippet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/snippet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's snippets is my original idea to share something a bit 'out of the ordinary'...yet, newsy without being of crimes, wars, hate and such that the media tends to over saturate the papers/tv/internet.  I wanted Sunday to be a bit 'peaceful' and enjoyable with meaningless stature or perhaps something of an intersting &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/715635/turtle_art.jpg" &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; width:204px; height:722px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/166905/turtle_art.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a month ago, this little ditty in our local newspaper announced the newest set of turtles that will be auctioned off to raise money and awareness of the species of turtle that is known to return to our coast annually, to nest and reproduce the endangered &lt;a href="http://www.seaturtleinc.com/turtles/kemps.html"&gt;Kemp's Ridley Sea Turtle&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, in the Spring, the "lady of the Padre Island" returns and lays her eggs!  The city of Corpus Christi and the Game and Fish Wildlife Preserve along with the National Seashore Park have studied and protected the female turtles, along with asking anyone to report the whereabouts of the ladies on the sandbars that are off the coast of the Coastal Bend here in Texas!  The watching of the hatchlings and the Park Reservists/conservationists release the wee-ones back into the gulf when they are ready!  All within the protected area in hopes of saving the dwindling populations of the particular species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art, tho the painting that is on this particular piece really caught my eye(*grin* --it's Capt'n Jack Sparrow), is a worth-while cause if you ask me.  They are, the artworks themselves, becoming more and more poplular, like the cattle art and horse art - sculptures around the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested more in the hatchlings, the National Reserve on North Padre Island has a video cam, during the time of the active egg laying season.  &lt;a href="http://www.seaturtleinc.com/about-us.html"&gt;Click here and bookmark for the 2007 Spring nesting&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here is more about the art work in progress.  &lt;a href="http://www.caller.com/ccct/entertainment/article/0,1641,CCCT_874_5027201,00.html"&gt;Read it here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowpelicangallery.com/"&gt;The Art Gallery web site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-decorations-parade_24.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116508348439133271?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116508348439133271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116508348439133271' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116508348439133271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116508348439133271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/sundays-snippet.html' title='SUNDAY&apos;S SNIPPET'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116465778084924979</id><published>2006-12-02T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:00:44.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - LIGHTS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last of the sunLIGHT for the day!&lt;br /&gt;(taken two days ago from our backyard, looking over the privacy fence---into the sunset---before the big cold front hit!  When there is a weather pattern change, the sunsets are, for me anyway, the best photo opportunities.  Seems that the colors and lighting are always more bold) Click photo for a much larger, clearer image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/600790/lightsSPH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/118612/lightsSPH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-decorations-parade_24.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116465778084924979?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116465778084924979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116465778084924979' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116465778084924979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116465778084924979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-photo-hunt.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116496943148414953</id><published>2006-12-01T04:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:46:45.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY'S FEAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/bw_FridaysFeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/bw_FridaysFeast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com"&gt;Dine Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever flown in a helicopter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO! Some days I dream of experiencing a ride in one...other days I think anyone is a fool to board one. LOL Yet, if anyone would tell me I have won a chance for helicopter flight lessons, I'd go for it, with much enthusiasm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your warmest coat or jacket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have several, but since you asked warmest:&lt;br /&gt;My warmest coat is ankle length, black with white woolen flecks here and there. It's hard to describe. I really don't wear it but a couple of times each winter here---then, it's only the first few hours of early morn. Most times it's too 'hot' to have a heavy coat on by midday. And tho, I have several jackets, not one of them is very 'warm'...they're all lightweight. My two favorites are brown kid leather! Soft, comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite rainy day activity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love to sit and watch a storm. And if there's a chance to stay dry during a storm, I will be outdoors (like on a porch) listening and drinking in the freshness of the air and parched earth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Short, stubby fingers.  Manicured nails, but kept trimmed very short with dark red polish today!&lt;br /&gt;Small&lt;br /&gt;Not adorned with jewelry/rings!  Other than my wedding bands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could eat only one nut for the rest of your life, what nut would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh man....that would be difficult 'cause I have TWO that I crave, but never at the same time. If I want something salty, it'd most definitely be pistachio!!! I can eat a bag full of them in one sitting. Or if it'd have to be a choice of something not salted, I'd most definitely take pecans!!!! I can consume my weight in pecans!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116496943148414953?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116496943148414953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116496943148414953' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116496943148414953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116496943148414953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/fridays-feast.html' title='FRIDAY&apos;S FEAST'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116497449807584680</id><published>2006-12-01T03:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:45:02.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received this gift from Hailey &lt;a href="http://ladedahails.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Hails"&lt;/a&gt; ---while she and I met at &lt;a href="http://carmenhasgonetoplaid.blogspot.com"&gt;Carmen's&lt;/a&gt; Open Holiday Blog!!!  Isn't it so sweet!!!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!  This is oh so fun, it's like Christmas Morn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3777/3804/1600/66024/a_Nici_Polar_Bear_Toy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;And later in the day, I received this from Carmen--&lt;br /&gt;What a hoot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/941781/fromCarmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/962448/fromCarmen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I later received this from &lt;a href="http://nichtszusagen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darla&lt;/a&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/528439/angelunderglass_giftfromSusanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/528339/angelunderglass_giftfromSusanna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116497449807584680?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116497449807584680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116497449807584680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116497449807584680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116497449807584680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-received-this-gift-from-hailey-hails.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116471761169636762</id><published>2006-11-30T05:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:08:42.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THURSDAY'S THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, if you'd like to join me and would like to use this graphic header you're more than welcome.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to save it.)  And the link for the posting of your Thursday Thoughts URL is on my sidebar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one that wonders about the homeless/panhandlers you see on street corners and a lot of times roaming around in parking lots of malls and grocery stores these days? Or if you're at a pro sports stadium/field there seems to be an influx of beggars wanting your money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most (like 99%) have tattered and worn clothes and are quite hygenically unkempt. By this I mean, they haven't cleaned their body for days perhaps weeks!! There are open doors at the YMCA's, some gas stations, homeless shelters, etc. to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some may question my motives here...but I'm not out for any kind of revenge, just thinking 'aloud' more or less as I type my Thursday's thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the King James' version of the bible, Jesus is quoted: "Blessed are the poor, for yours is the kingdom of heaven." Luke 6.20. Personally, I'm having thoughts that this was/is NOT panhandlers we most commonly see today on street corners (again, today, probably 95% are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt; poor)...in ancient times there were 'innocent' poor--ones who were treated unjustly and lost properties, families; innocent of structural oppressions---maybe even in biblical proportions such as with whole communities taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also tells us in the book of Matthew that we should "Give to everyone who begs from you...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, have you ever given to a man who is holding up a cardboard sign that states on it something to the effect "Homeless - Hungry - Please Give"?!! He's wearing torn clothes, hair is matted and dirty, one may have worn gloves and a stocking cap. Sometimes a dog by his side on a leash, and perhaps a thermos or a brown paper bag beside the dog? Have you ever witnessed these people in a large city? I have. Many-a-times. At intersections, they could be found under an overpass? Stopping traffic, begging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was in Washington D.C. once where hubby and I were walking around the sights of historical interest, and about a block away from the capitol building was a panhandler. He would look you in the eye, and if you continued walking past him, vulgarities would spew forth from his mouth. That was one time I was glad we didn't share our own hard earned money. Someone like that, who was begging, and didn't receive as he thought he should, he'd slander innocent passers-by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one time at a tourist attraction in a much smaller city, there was a beggar...same scenario with mismatched clothes, dog and you name it. Hubby acutally gave the man a five dollar bill. And of course, hubby was 'blessed' by the man! Then, by middle afternoon, we were in a bar getting a cold beer to quench our thirst, and the same man was in there drinking and drunk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've always wondered with a few, maybe 45-50% of the street panhandlers --where do they get the money to always have a pack of cigarettes? Smoking away as they beg for money!!! And/or - what is actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; that paper bag by your dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these days, as economy seems to fail even the biggest of corporations, it's difficult to just walk past some of the poor without doling out some of your own cash. Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more and more, large cities are passing ordinances which some are banning panhandlers. Arresting them. Locking them up. Feeding them with the taxpayers' money and providing housing in county/city/state jailhouses. For both sides, it's a win win situation. Or is it lose lose? Depends on how you look at things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, have come to the conclusion that it's better to give to REPUTABLE, charitable organizations(but then another thought is the FEMA and Red Cross organizations during and after the devastating hurricane Katrina---a lot of reported wrong doings within the inner core of the supposedly charities??!!?). Giving monetary donations to a homeless organization or my 'tossed aside' clothes to Goodwill or Salvation Army(one organization I tend to give willingly is the Ronald McDonald Houses ---they perhaps aren't for the 'poor' per se, but they DO help for families in need of a place to sleep and eat -closeness to children's hospitals when the need arises without having to worry about having money on hand to get a room a great distance away from their loved dying children in a hospital). And, donating money to groups that provide food for the poor. I won't give to street-corner panhandlers any more after the drunken beggar we witnessed. That one instance is keeping me from trusting any of them! Even tho pity and sadness prevails for me to see something like this most times, it's just doesn't feel right for me to give to the poor on the street any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to have these thoughts and feelings of distrust, but with all the fine organizations out there willing to help the poor, it just makes me feel more comfortable to give to a more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;visual&lt;/span&gt; means of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; someone fed and clothed without spending the charitable money given to them for whiskey and smokes!! My trust for these people went out the window one day and I don't think they'll regain that trust from me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116471761169636762?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116471761169636762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116471761169636762' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116471761169636762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116471761169636762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursdays-thoughts_30.html' title='THURSDAY&apos;S THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116475376210406281</id><published>2006-11-29T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:42:42.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/Copy%20of%20ho_bedroom.gif"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116475376210406281?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116475376210406281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116475376210406281' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116475376210406281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116475376210406281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/wordless-wednesday_29.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116472419907641602</id><published>2006-11-28T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:03:09.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Meme</title><content type='html'>With an &lt;a href="http://southwardho.blogspot.com/"&gt;invitation&lt;/a&gt; to participate in this, here is my 'color chart'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/colorwheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/colorwheel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Closest red thing to you:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A red poinsettia sitting in a red tissue covered flower pot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last thing to make you angry: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SLOW DRIVERS CUTTING IN FRONT OF ME! Tho, I've never had 'road rage attacks' the inconsiderate drivers tend to throw me into a fizzy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have a temper:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oops, now when I answerd the above part...about angry/anger, I can't NOT say I don't have a temper could I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you a fan of romance:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Depends, I like a good love story with a great ending, even if the ending isn't a happy one. In books (i.e., The Thorn Birds), and movies (i.e., Titanic-2004). A woman is entitled to fantasies of course, but in real life, when it comes to romance, I tend to live a life of realism instead of romance...there is MUCH MORE to life than living in a rose colored environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closest orange thing to you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In my pen holder here on the desk --I have a pen that is topped with "Mater" from the movie, CARS---surrounding "Mater" is orange feathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like to burn things:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hubby would think so! I've burned a few dinners in my time! I've learned to really like charred hot dogs cooked on an open fire!! Hmmmmm, wonder if that is why he took over the bbq-ing?!! But to actually burn for enjoyment, good lord no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dress up for Halloween:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For centuries!!! Afterall, I am one of the orignials of the pair of witches in arms!! The other one? Ya, she's still around too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you usually a warm-hearted person: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some wouldn't think so, probably. When I talk logic to them or tell them I think otherwise.....but deep down, ya, I can find some warmth lingering here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have anything against redheaded people: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROFL!! What kind of question is this? Of course not. I personally think red hair is gorgeous....especially the frosty blond tinted red heads---and their green eyes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you usually full of energy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You betcha!! But, wait....let's back up a bit.  At least for my age group. Some 10 year old wouldn't agree with me here. Altho, sometimes the metabolism runs slow....yet, a quick boost with an interest of any kind can get me going again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closest yellow thing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To my left, perched on my printer/scanner is a stuffed bee with little babes in her wings!! Cute!!! Tho, not ALL yellow of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The happiest time[s] of your life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who really knows...I've had too many happy times to list.  LIFE is happy.  99% of the time for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite holiday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I like holidays...I like decorating and creating things for holidays! ---I can't say I have a favorite per se---I like 'em all!! I think my least favorite would be New Year's Eve/New Years---there isn't much to the holiday. Just another year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you a coward:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;With some things.  But generally, I can trek forth to the unknown without qualms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you burn or tan: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tan if it's a little at a time...but if I'm out in the sun for hours at one time, I burn. By late evening tho, it's all tan again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closest green thing to you: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not much...I have the poinsettia with green leaves, and the flower pot is sitting on a green/white/red silk scarf--how's that for green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you jealous of anyone right now:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nah (crossing my fingers so that the lightning bolt doesn't come outta the sky!!) ---At least I don't feel jealous. No, really....it'd be a waste of precious life and time to be green with jealousy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you a lucky person:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have the air in my lungs, and the heart is pumping at a normal rate. I have a wonderful, sweet man growing old by my side. I have a lovely home. Food on the table...YES!! I consider myself VERY lucky indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you always want what you can't have:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh, I'd be lying to say I've never wanted a 10k diamond I saw in the jewelry store window, or an Audi--something way out of my league. But, when reality hits, I know I didn't need it. Material things are just that---material. But to answer the question I'd have to say NO I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; want what I can't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like being outdoors: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Most definitely. I love being anywhere outdoors. Why I don't even mind stepping around in a cattle lot---outdoors is outdoors!! If anyone stays cooped up inside they don't know what they're missing. (Actually there is an advantage too, being outdoors helps build immunities)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you Irish: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Most definitely.  Even hubby.  Yet there is 'mixed' blood in the genealogy, it's been traced to Northern Ireland to the 1600s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closest blue thing to you: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; My eyes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you good at calming people down:&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; think it's all up to the individual. A personal thing....they need to work things out by themselves. I was always 'taught' to look out for #1 --me! And when the time arises for anyone to calm down, it's up to the individual. Not anyone but the individual knows what's working inside. So, the answer, no. I think it's the person that needs to work on the calming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like the sea:  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love it. I could sit for days, months, watching and listening to the sea. Love the view, love the smell, love all the sea has going for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was the last thing that made you cry:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A movie.  I get so wrapped up in the storylines, I cry along with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you a logical thinker:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well......lordy!! The previous one would show me that I'm not too logical now, would it? Crying while watching movies....But, wait, that was a very logical response, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you sleep easily:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Most times, no. I need to read to even get drowsy. Then, I will remain awake thinking. It takes a long time for me to fall into a sound sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last purple thing you saw:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The bathroom in the master bath --purple towels and wash cloths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like being treated to expensive things:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nah, not really.  Again, this is more material, and I, unlike Madonna, am NOT a material girl!!  In fact, if the computer goes kaputz on me, I'm not too sure I'd get a replacement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like mysterious things:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Somewhat. Here again, it depends. The mysteries of my own life are far beyond my comprehension, so I've just given little thought to that lately. Yet a good mysterious phenomenonal new disease or discovery will intrigue me to read up about it. Science is a mystery that astounds me, always. Something in the lines of Agatha Christie type, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite type of chocolate:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milk chocolate. I don't care for the bitter sweet dark chocolates. I have two faves...Cadbury's chocolate covered caramel and Stover's chocolate turtles (chocolate covered pecans and caramel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever met anyone in royalty:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No! Unless you'd consider living with myself. I can be a royal pain!! I think it'd be super fantastic to meet England's Royal Family. Even as far back as the 1500's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you creative:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Most definitely. I love to create with my hands. Art, crafts, music on the piano--no, I no longer have my piano, but I still have my guitar!! Interior designing to MY taste is creative too, I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closest pink thing to you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; My kitty...Winston...his cute little pink nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like sweet things:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Candy, yes. Sweet fruits, no...I don't care for the sugary ones--tart is more my style/preference. I like sweet babies too. As long as I can stand back and admire them....having a babe in the house for me to be responsible for these days isn't for me! Oh, and the sweet fragrance of flowers...yes. Overly sweet smelling perfumes and colognes...NO!!! Sweet little puppies and kittens, surely do!! So, to answer the question, a stong definite yes and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like play-fighting:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ummmmm, no. I don't care much at all for physical. Give me a good thoughtful debate that involves no arguing but respecting one's thoughts and I'm there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sensitive:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sure.  To a point.  I would look down at myself if I got overly sensitive about some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like music:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love it!! ALL kinds. I can sit through a 2 hour playing of classical music that would normally put others to sleep---yet, I'm invigorated by it. The only music I still can't appreciate is hip hop and rap. I'll listen to it for a minute or two, then walk away or shut it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closest white thing to you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The white in the monitor here, as I create the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you say you’re innocent:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No. At my age? How could I be? Only if I were in a bubble.....besides, white isn't a color. It's a 'hue'. And I see below -BLACK, it also isn't a color but a 'hue' ---shades of blacks and whites are NEVER on a color wheel --those hues are used to darken and lighten other colors found on the wheel. Ask anyone who works with arts. LOL See, I'm not even close to innocent!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good at keeping the peace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If there is some unrest, I more than likely walk away and let the other person resolve their own issues. To save my health and blood pressure. No use getting over worked trying to make peace when I know I'm right!!! ROFLMAO (And keeping peace through arguing and such ISN'T considered debates as mentioned above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like to play in the snow: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Used to, when I was a kid.  Now?  Snow is nasty!!  I don't like it one bit. ---Maybe in a photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you afraid of going to the doctors or dentist: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doctors? No, I don't fear 'em --I've so many doctors and specialists the past decade, I feel comfortable with them! Dentists...well, that's a whole 'nother story. To me, dentist is a four letter word!! And I'm not the swearing type...so, tho not afraid---I still avoid!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closest black thing to you:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My mouse, it's black...in fact the entire computer is black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever enjoy hurting people:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now, that's sadistic!!  Of course not.  Those kinds should be locked up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sophisticated or silly:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh my!--------I don't think I have a sophisticated cell in me! To me, sophistication is being 'stuffy' ---no. I'd much rather have fun with silly!!! Thank you very much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you like to go to space:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Most definitely --- NOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have a lot of secrets: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*singing* "Listen, do you wanna know a secret---do you promise not to tell-l-l-l---whoa-o-o!" No. No BIG secrets at least. I'm a secret santa this year, but that's not gonna be a secret for long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite color: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actually, I have two that I more than likely tend to like as favorites. I can never choose one over the other...dark purple and deep forest green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does the color you wear affect your mood:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, if you consider blue jeans a color ---no, I'd not be moody with my wardrobe---I like being comfy, not moody.  Give me a pair of blue jeans, or when it's very hot --cut off blue jeans, and I'm me!!  roflmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116472419907641602?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116472419907641602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116472419907641602' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116472419907641602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116472419907641602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/color-meme_28.html' title='Color Meme'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116465491549466973</id><published>2006-11-28T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:44:10.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO for TUESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/252934/TUESDAY2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/259240/TUESDAY2a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plaque was my mother's!  I really don't know just how long she had it before I was born, but it's been hanging on one wall or another since I can remember!  When she passed away, I made sure I got it....it's a reminder of mom and how devout she was.  She read her bible nightly!  (I still have the bible also --but it's a bit tattered and torn...tho a perfect heirloom in my estimation!!)  The plaque is now on my wall, adorned with my rosary beads and a couple of crosses that I collect now and then when they're too pretty to leave.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/505080/TUESDAY2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/935139/TUESDAY2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crucifix wood carving I begged my hubby to make for me.  Our son, who ages ago was a great fan of the singing group "Guns and Roses" had a painting of a crucifix on one of their CDs/album --I actually think it was a album cover...maybe not.  Anyway, he asked his dad (hubby) to carve one that resembled the cross.  It turned out so beautiful, I did NOT want to ship it to him --at the time, he lived in Hawai'i.  Needless to say it WAS shipped, but I got down on my knees and begged for the same for me.  Hubby smiled, and in no time he was out in his workshed, carving away.  (The insert is the close-up of the facial expression that still to this day astounds me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116465491549466973?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116465491549466973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116465491549466973' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116465491549466973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116465491549466973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-for-tuesday.html' title='TWO for TUESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116463361373140375</id><published>2006-11-27T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T07:39:29.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just one maniac Monday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a comment left for me asking me why my holiday blog here starts in the middle of the browser window...and it was stated that the visitor is using the new-improved version of Internet Explorer.  IE-7!!  Well, I had the computer updated with IE-7 weeks ago, but I've never been out there on that particular browser for some time.  My preference of use is the super Firefox.  It's a wonderful browser and more user friendly than any I've used.  A friend of mine uses Opera, I know several that uses IE-6 and the more 'ancient' IE-5 even.  But most I know uses and likes Firefox browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I went out and opened my IE-7 this morning, and sure 'nough!!---it DOES look like the blog opens and starts in the middle!!  Why?  Because my background is NOT opening/loading in the new '7' version of IE!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, hmmmmmmmm.  "This should be fixable".  Right Wystful!!  Nope!!  Seems Microsoft has a huge bug in IE 7 and it's not expanding images---and in some cases text!!  Nor did my background COLOR hex tag show in IE7!!  So, I did get that ironed out, but the background image didn't show no matter what css I added!!  And that's when I called in Google for help.  I did some coding research and searches only to find out that I'm not the ONLY one that is frantic to find the 'cure' for Microsoft's petty excuse for a 'new-improved' browser!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I did get the background color to show in Internet Explorer -after a couple of hours adding code, erasing code, moving code, etc. etc. etc.  I'm gonna be satisfied with the holiday colors that show here in that browser.  Again, Firefox is wonderous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I read and got a kick out of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A lot of developers have been talking about it for months, so it is not with much fanfare we celebrate the news. Internet Explorer 7 has finally been released in its “polished” state for the general public to consume. There’s no telling when Windows XP will start automatically issuing the browser through its built-in Windows Update feature, but I’m guessing it might be soon. Meantime, web designers the world over are scrambling to make sure their sites perform as intended in IE7 (Talk bugs, hacks, and more at Zeldman.com). And it’s not just Microsoft that’s turning up the heat. Last Tuesday, the Internet Explorer team in Redmond sent a cake to the Firefox team at Mozilla to congratulate them on their Firefox 2.0 — this developer’s browser of choice — official release.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness, I must tell the visitor that I'm sorry my blog isn't showing correctly because of the fixed background and image size -- since IE will not recognize it for now 'til the bug is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do wish that all browsers were compatible, but that would make life boring!!  *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/374576/FF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/320/939267/FF.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116463361373140375?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116463361373140375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116463361373140375' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116463361373140375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116463361373140375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-one-maniac-monday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116446631024488463</id><published>2006-11-26T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T11:41:12.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY'S SNIPPET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/snippet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/snippet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's snippets is my original idea to share something a bit 'out of the ordinary'...yet, newsy without being of crimes, wars, hate and such that the media tends to over saturate the papers/tv/internet.  I wanted Sunday to be a bit 'peaceful' and enjoyable with meaningless stature or perhaps something of an intersting &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, being of the hippie generation, I read something that really brought a bit of nostalgia to me....yet it brings life as we know it today.  A snippet of interest ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/1600/609330/SUNDAY11-26snippet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6894/2203/400/723737/SUNDAY11-26snippet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, huh?  It's very high-tech.  The article states that in San Diego's Volkswagen Silicon Valley Research Lab, the iconic 'love bus' has been platformed with technologies of lithium batteries, surfboards lined with solar panels, and even an electronic bumper sticker! (view top right corner when picture is enlarged).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called the Chameleon.  It was a year's project.  Tho the VW van was often used for surfers and middle-class families for campers and travelers, it's now a sought after phenomenon! (today, a classic VW 'bus'* sells for $45,000.00 - USA currency - for collectors *without the high tech additons of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chameleon has many hidden features you don't see at first glance....&lt;br /&gt;-Beneath the gas tank door is a palm recognition sensor (a fingerprint reader)&lt;br /&gt;-No gas---it's all electronic!&lt;br /&gt;-Where the horn should be is a touchpad sensor for you, where you can do music, navigation, and parking!&lt;br /&gt;-Behind the front seats is a 60 inch projection screen.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the van's rear bumper is an electronic bumper sticker where you can program your OWN...&lt;br /&gt;-and more features to numerable to mention!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This lab has won several prestigious awards...including one $2 million prize for creating a driverless vehicle, Stanley, which won a race in the desert, in 1998.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I remember a friend of mine, Teri, had a little red VW beetle, and I loved to drive it.  But boy was it tough getting up hills in the Colorado mountains!!  LOL -- After minutes of climbing and over-working the little engine....WOWZERS could we ever whip around the moutainous curves going DOWN-hill!!!  (I'm surprised we're still alive sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOODSTOCK 2009 here I come!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116446631024488463?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116446631024488463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116446631024488463' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116446631024488463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116446631024488463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/sundays-snippet_26.html' title='SUNDAY&apos;S SNIPPET'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116440684943994137</id><published>2006-11-25T04:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T04:53:21.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - TIME&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/147921/20061124/145159.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;IT'S &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; CHRISTMAS &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;(just 1 month from today)&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Father Time"&lt;/span&gt; as he's known in parts of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the quality of the video.  I'm still learning the technique and secrets of a digital camera.  (In fact this is the 2nd one I've ever done -- the first one was by accident!  I had clicked the mechanism too far over.  Thought I was just taking a photo and before I knew it --the picture was moving!!  roflmao)&lt;br /&gt;(If you don't want to wait for it to load - it's a 20 second video of my animated tree top santa *which is NOT on top of our tree this year*, hehehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116440684943994137?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116440684943994137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116440684943994137' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116440684943994137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116440684943994137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-photo-hunt_25.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116475075792764840</id><published>2006-11-24T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:09:14.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PARADE ENTRY</title><content type='html'>My favorites are my santas!  I'm a proud owner of over 200 santas...all shapes, all sizes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started about 40 years ago.  Hubby, for our very first Christmas together bought me a couple of Old World Santas, made from decoupage  that I was admiring in a store window one evening near the holidays.  We loved to window shop when the 'old town square' had the buildings and shops decorated!  Carolers would be all gathered on corners, the spirit of Christmas was for the present, and those yet to come!!  Well, come Christmas morning was I surprised to find 'em both under the tree!!  The two santas below, are the beginning of a grand relationship with the little ol' lively elf!!!  And I knew in a moment, I'd cherish them so----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/SANTAS1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/SANTAS1st.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, over the years friends and family have given me more.  I love each and every ONE of them equally.  I have Santa cups, long stemmed glassware -that the 'stem' is Santas legs and boots...the glass itself is crystal clear but shaped like his bag of toys, an antique "Night Before Christmas Book", animated santas, wreaths with Santa, even tree lights in the shape of santa's head!  You name it, I have it.  Well, over 200.  This one was bought last year at the beginning of the season---the proportions would be equal to 1/4 human size.  It's big.  And beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/santasSLEIGH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/santasSLEIGH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116475075792764840?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116475075792764840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116475075792764840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116475075792764840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116475075792764840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-parade-entry.html' title='MY PARADE ENTRY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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-26231502.post-116474903152479150</id><published>2006-11-24T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:10:59.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY DECORATIONS PARADE!!</title><content type='html'>Here's where you put your link for your decorations parade!!  In the comment section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;POST ONLY when you have the link to your decorations' entry ready! &lt;/span&gt;That way visitors won't have anything other than links/descriptions you add to follow in the comment section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your own blog entry, add the link to this section!  The url is found above, in your browser's address bar. The actual Blogs' Holiday Decoration Parade so others can share in the festivities!! I'm hoping for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;virtual winter wonderland!!&lt;/span&gt;  Spread the word!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;*&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v51/Kaktuskate/parade.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the virtual Blogs' Holiday Parade!! Won't you join? It'll be like a drive through the neighborhood with all the 'ooooooooo's and ahhhhhhhhhh's' of the beauty of the season!! Link above, on the top righthand corner...just click and join the fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116474903152479150?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116474903152479150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116474903152479150' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116474903152479150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116474903152479150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-decorations-parade_24.html' title='HOLIDAY DECORATIONS PARADE!!'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116436969138857250</id><published>2006-11-24T06:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:28:54.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY'S FEAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/bw_FridaysFeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/bw_FridaysFeast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com"&gt;Dine Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have you ever changed a flat tire by yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, LOL, ya I did-sorta!!!...but it wasn't "by" myself!!  My mother happened to be with me....and we were getting ready to leave-so, we weren't anywhere but home still!!  If only you woulda been there at the time.  &lt;br /&gt;We were getting ready to go shopping, and both left the house, only to find out that one tire was flat on my car.&lt;br /&gt;I had watched dad do it so many times, I figured it was a snap!  An easy feat.  LOL...I opened the trunk, pulled out the spare tire--got the jack out and the lug wrench!!  Easy as pie!!  &lt;br /&gt;Now the fun part...where the heck does the jack go?  Oh ya, now I remember!!  On the bumper under the chrome thingie!!  I slipped in the lug wrench into the little slot thingie on the jack and started pumping....hmmmmm, it raises up when you start pumping it!!!  Cool.  No sweat!!  Oops...wait.  I forgot to put on the brake, and I've seen dad put a rock in front of the tire to keep the car from slipping....cool, I can do that too!!  Got the car jacked up just to the point where the tire was to leave the ground....can't go any further just yet!!  Gotta loosen the lug nuts!!!  Simple as baking a pie!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Then I walk over and put the wrench on one of the nuts and........zap!!  I broke a finger nail, and the hand slipped off and the wrench hit my knee!!!  Oh bruise tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I prevailed!  &lt;br /&gt;After so many tries and two lug nuts loose of the 5 on the wheel...I was so P O'd I was to the point where I was giggling frantically and uncontrollably!!&lt;br /&gt;No floor here....driveway...I was literally, rolling on the gravel!!!  It was just so difficult to get the nuts loosened because they were on soooooooooooo darned tight, I giggled my way through this, crying with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;It was a foothill community in Colorado, just at the base of the larger mountains, where I lived with my folks at the time, and neighbors helped, and knew one another...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, a cop drove by ---now, get this, he drove into the driveway, got out of the car....he too was laughing.  I didn't care, it musta been an hilarious sight!!!  Okay, so he finished with the changing of the tire....but, I did learn something...you can't change a tire through tears and bruises and laughter!!  It just doesn't work!!!  (You had to be there!!  Really!!  And now today, I'm thinking "It's a good thing they didn't have digital cameras back in the '60s" ---my mother and I would surely be on the 'net in YouTube.com's comedy section!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you have an "innie" or an "outie" belly button?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see!! *lifting my T-shirt up*....hmmmm, I seem to have an innie at the moment!!  roflmao  What do I win for that??!!!  What?  No prizes?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Name a new paint color and describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL---I have no idea!  How 'bout a paint that is frosty pink with a hint of metallic sparkle to it.  And I'd call it Peppermint Schnapps.  (Maybe Barbie Doll would like it, she loves pink right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on which holiday.  We celebrate different holidays.  I'm assuming the upcoming holiday?!  We have so many different traditions through the month that I couldn't just name one-like one evening each year in the season, we drive around looking at yards that are lit up with 'awe and sparkles'..... all our traditions are a favorite at the time we're doing such tradition....let's just say celebrating!!!  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you were a cookie, what kind of cookie would you be, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of two...depending on my 'mood'.  Either a SNICKERDOODLE...why?  Because I love to laugh (snicker) and sketch(doodle)  Get it?  Snicker-doodle!!  OR, a fudge mint (it's a local store's brand H*E*B's) and it's lucious!!  I eat so many of them, if I could, and I'd turn into one huge chunk of chocolate with mint flavored skin!!!  Well, you asked!!  Now, aren't you sorry you asked?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;RECIPE FOR SNICKERDOODLE COOKIES&lt;br /&gt;(yes, there really are cookies by that name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snickerdoodle Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 1/2 cups Sugar&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 cup Shortening -- soft&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 each Eggs&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 3/4 cups Flour&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 teaspoons Cream of tartar&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon Baking soda&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/2 teaspoon Salt&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 tablespoons Sugar&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 teaspoons Cinnamon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375F.&lt;br /&gt;Mix 1 1/2 c. sugar, shortening and eggs. Stir in flour, cream of tartar, and soda. Chill dough. Roll dough into balls the size of walnuts. Combine 2 t. sugar and cinnamon. Roll cookies in this mixture.&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 8-10 mins., cool completely on wire racks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116436969138857250?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116436969138857250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116436969138857250' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116436969138857250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116436969138857250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/fridays-feast_24.html' title='FRIDAY&apos;S FEAST'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116396946452401362</id><published>2006-11-23T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:29:54.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THURSDAY'S THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>(Wordless Wednesday below this post I'm putting up early since I won't be online much tomorrow!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, if you'd like to join me and would like to use this graphic header you're more than welcome.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to save it.)  And the link for the posting of your Thursday Thoughts URL is on my sidebar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL AMERICANS!!!  May your holiday be filled with peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; ~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused!  Ever since my heart problems, health-wise, I've tried to watch my intake of fatty foods and such.  Eating more fruits and vegetables.  Trying to stay away from foods that have 5% fat or higher per serving.  Which isn't difficult really.  I'd much rather prefer fruits for a snack.  Either dried, canned, or fresh!!  And most times, I try to find foods low in sodium and hopefully NO cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are some foods out there that have cholesterol and fats that are essential, or at least not so harmful!  Thinking right now...olives, the fatty substance is good for you (or so I've read)----------but!!  They are LOADED with sodium!!  I can't win for losing.&lt;br /&gt;My ponderings today are just this.  After spending hours upon hours of reading the back labels on food stuffs - I've learned mostly what to buy and what NOT to buy over the years.  Yet, the fact still remains that I crave 'bad' foods every once in a while and need to have a tasty treat.  Just for being a good girl.  &lt;br /&gt;I wanna know who the heck are these dieticians/scientists/labelists(the food and drug administration) that tell me in a 16 ounce bottle of the rich, sweet, egg nog, there are 4 servings?  Come on, that's half a cup!!  And in that one serving, there is your total intake of cholesterol limit for the day --25%!?!!  Even in a 15 ounce can of bartlett pears there are 3.5 servings?  (and in the can, once you drain the liquid off, there are-if you're lucky-5 pear halves?  That isn't even 1 and half halves per serving!!  Okay, pears are good for you, no fat, not cholesterol a bit of potassium and dietary fiber---but 3.5 servings in a can?&lt;br /&gt;An 11 ounce can of mandarin oranges -2.5 servings.  Again, who is coming up with the total servings?  Have you seen how many orange slices are in these cans?  The tiny can and the servings listed, you'd get a total of maybe 7 minute orange slices.  That, if served by spoons-ful, would be a whole heaping tablespoon!!&lt;br /&gt;A 6 ounce can of Chicken of the Sea Tuna in Water---again, 2.5 servings.  And I'm supposed to feed my man a sandwich with a spoon full of tuna?  And call it good?&lt;br /&gt;An apple cinnamon granola bar about 3-4 inches long and about 1 inch wide---that's suppose to tie you over as a snack?  Maybe 3 of them!!&lt;br /&gt;When I want ice cream - Ben and Jerry's pints of ice cream has four servings?!  Come on...I'm craving ice cream!  I don't just want to wave the carton in front of me and take a sniff and call it good!  I'd prefer the whole pint-ya, I could eat it all in one sitting, but I will settle for half a pint.  Yet, if I stop at half a pint --I'm consuming my daily quota of fat intake just from that alone. &lt;br /&gt;Potato chips?  A serving-approximately 11 chips!  Really?  Hmmmm.  But Lays brand of Fritos a serving you can splurge and get 32 chips per serving!!  (I'd opt for the the Fritos thank you very much)&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for them, but again I read labels these days.  For instance, the FDA has laws written that servings sizes must be part of the valuable information on the boxes, bags or cans.  I also question Pop Tarts.  I tried them once and gagged...NO good!  But, if you read the label, one tart is a serving.  Yet there are two in each wrapper?&lt;br /&gt;LOL---lifesavers candies? -- 1 piece is a serving!&lt;br /&gt;One label, which I can't recall what brand it was, but it was a frozen pizza.  The directions tell the consumer to bake and cut into 8 slices!---yet the box label says there are 9 servings!!!---The ninth person must have to chew the box it came in.  Maybe licking the fatty substance from the inner core of the box?!!  You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more.  I'm not done yet.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;Budweiser - there is no serving size.&lt;br /&gt;No stick cooking spray...742 servings (that's about .25 seconds spraying action)&lt;br /&gt;64 ounces of drink mixes have 16 servings!  What the ....?  I can make ours last for twice as long...maybe I'm using too much alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Question:  How many Toilet tissue uses do you get from a roll?  ---but wait!  That would entail someone having a 'shitty' job doing research!!  Still, somebody's gotta do it!!  It happens, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the food pyramid---&lt;br /&gt;Five or more servings of vegetable and fruit daily.  Okay, fine.  I can do that with ease.&lt;br /&gt;But again, here there seems to have things omitted!&lt;br /&gt;What about Tofu?  It's low in fat, protein and vital minerals...yet, in some cases, it's not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; a food!  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Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;2. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(several mountains actually!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;5. Been inside the Great Pyramid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;Held a tarantula&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. &lt;u&gt;Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. &lt;u&gt;Said “I love you’ and meant it!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hugged a tree&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris &lt;br /&gt;(I've been to Paris, Tx!! -somehow that wouldn't count, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. &lt;u&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. &lt;u&gt;Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. &lt;u&gt;Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...once in Colorado and once in South Dakota)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. &lt;u&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17. &lt;u&gt;Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19.&lt;u&gt; Slept under the stars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. &lt;u&gt;Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon --(kinda, but an hour adventure isn't a 'trip')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22. &lt;u&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(purposely stayed up 'til 2a.m. once for this!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. &lt;u&gt;Drank tequila&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25. &lt;u&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(still do, often!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. &lt;u&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. &lt;u&gt;Had a food fight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. &lt;u&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. &lt;u&gt;Held a lamb&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. &lt;u&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;34. &lt;u&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Scored a winning goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;36. &lt;u&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38. &lt;u&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(most always!)&lt;br /&gt;39. Visited all 5 continents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;40. &lt;u&gt;Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41. &lt;u&gt;Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;42. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;43. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;44. &lt;u&gt;Backpacked&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. &lt;u&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;46. &lt;u&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;47. &lt;u&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;49. Taken a train through Europe&lt;br /&gt;50. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;51. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table, and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;52. &lt;u&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;(by vocalist, then title as well)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;55. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;56. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;57.&lt;u&gt; Kissed in the rain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;58. &lt;u&gt;Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;60. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;61. &lt;u&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;63. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;64. &lt;u&gt;Gotten a tattoo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;65. &lt;u&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Performed on stage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67.&lt;u&gt; Been to Las Vegas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(several times!)&lt;br /&gt;68. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;69. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;70.&lt;u&gt; Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Been on a cruise ship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(port city: Puerto Vallarta, Mexico)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;72. &lt;u&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(partially for two-French and German, I speak Spanish and can comprehend most if the people speak slowly enough)&lt;br /&gt;73. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;74. &lt;u&gt;Walked a famous bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes...I really did.  The highest expansion bridge. Royal Gorge -Canyon City Colorado) &lt;br /&gt;75. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;76. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;78. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;79. &lt;u&gt;Tried to lose weight seriously&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;80. &lt;u&gt;Piloted an airplane&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(my brother's single engine Piper Cub)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;80. &lt;u&gt;Petted a stingray&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Here in Texas)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Broken someone’s heart&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (small hair-line fracture - ring finger!)&lt;br /&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. &lt;u&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(I still have it in my scrapbook)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;86. &lt;u&gt;Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;88. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;89. &lt;u&gt;Pretended to be “sick”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;90. &lt;u&gt;Swam in the Pacific Ocean&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(I'm not a swimmer....does wading out a long way count?)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;91. &lt;u&gt;Saved someone’s life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;92.&lt;u&gt; Fainted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;93.&lt;u&gt; Been in the room while someone is giving birth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Hitchhiked&lt;br /&gt;95. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;96.&lt;u&gt; Been caught daydreaming&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;97.&lt;u&gt; Been to the Painted Desert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(*singing*  Been to the desert on a horse with no name)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Called off a wedding engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;99.&lt;u&gt; Donated your blood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Had and out-of-body experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed this idea from Carol over at &lt;a href="http://southwardho.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Turning Point&lt;/a&gt;, she invited anyone to take part.  So, I'm gonna do mine now, I mentioned I'd wait 'til after Thanksgiving, but what matters---it helps get me in the spirit---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love both!  I splurge for one time, and one time only and buy a quart of egg nog for myself.  It's so full  of not good things that one quart over a week's time is all let myself indulge in.  With tons of nutmeg and brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Always leaves with the gifts wrapped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Both...we have the icicle lights on the eaves of the house and around windows...the tree has clear lights --but they have santa caps surrounding them, so a bit of color.  Also, I have the tiny circular lights that are colored around countertops and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you hang mistletoe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Nope!  Don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When do you put up your decorations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; During the big holiday football games!  To some, that seems early in the season--but the stuff all comes down the day after Christmas.  I've always done it this way.  I like to decorate and get in the mood, but when the BIG day is over---it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Here is another time I let myself indulge -- gobs of mashed potatoes with oodles of greasy gravy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Favorite Holiday memory as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At our house, we'd always have a LOT of people...then, it was gift exchanges and then eats, clean up, then games....loads of games!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I guess I was about 9 or 10.  I recognized the handwriting on the tag!  And if I hadn't opened my big mouth, Santa would STILL be making stops at our house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   In fact we do!  ONE...the rest sits under the tree 'til we're fully awake on Christmas morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How do you decorate your Christmas Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?   A variety of ways.  I have crates full of decorations....all an array of colors and such.  But, mostly it's reds, reds and more reds.  Usually red poinsettias with red ornaments, red ribbon and my aforementioned santa lights!  AND I still use tinsel!!!!  I love it.  Nobody's gonna tell me it's dangerous --so is driving on the streets but I still do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Snow! Love it or Dread it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dread is NOT strong enough.  I Detest it.  When younger I lived winter nearly 8-9 months out of the year!  That's why I'm in south Texas now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  No...always wanted to learn tho.  I DO have good balance and watched others with envy!!!  *hint to those who do*  I'm never too old to learn!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; An emerald diamond heart-shaped necklace.  But actually that's selfish!!  Honestly, my most favorite is having a husband to share the special day with me for nearly 40 years!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  A quiet, peaceful day and evening!!  I so enjoy that.  We've started a new tradition just last year tho, we will watch "The Polar Express" which became an instant holiday classic for us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh man--I have to pick just ONE?  *thinking hard* --I just can't name one....I love 'em all, and I bake plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Decorating!!!  No doubt.  I love the festive look around home.  And then, baking!!  I love to make holiday treats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What tops your tree?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  For years, I've had an animated Santa -- he sways and lights up!!  (Not too traditional in any 'normal' sense, but he's part of my Santa collection!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Which do you prefer giving or receiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Personally, both are fun!  I can't deny receiving is just as fun as giving.  So, equally.  But I do enjoy the giving part---watching the opening of a special gift is exciting for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is your favorite Christmas Song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Here again I love most all!!  Some are extremely ill-fitting for the holidays tho.  Like Grandma Got Run Over by the Reindeer--that song I think is most insipid.  I love the spiritual more -- I sang solo at my church's choir one Christmas Eve---"Oh Holy Night"  I still have the lyrics memorized and love to sing along when I hear this one.  AND!!  Another is 'recent' compared to the classics but, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christmas Eve in Sarajevo&lt;/span&gt; is SPIRITUALISTIC for me also!!  It really makes my adrenalin flow in a good way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Candy Canes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Maybe ONE for the season.  That's plenty for me.  I'd much prefer seeing them as tree decorations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116397968778536635?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116397968778536635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116397968778536635' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116397968778536635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116397968778536635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-for-tuesday_21.html' title='TWO for TUESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116394492176642954</id><published>2006-11-20T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T04:51:50.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember way back in childhood my mom actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt; poultry!!  Now, by this I mean picking out a bird, chopping the head off (yes, they do run 'wild' a short time after this --it's reflex!!).  Then, in pre preparation, she'd have this humungous pail ready...with boiling water to pour in.  After she poured the scalding water into the pail (just outside the back stoop --she called the enclosed porch a stoop) and grab the bird from the ground just beside her and the water...dunk the bird.  The steam and odor from the wet feathers was something I never have forgotten.  But, I never flinched at the sight of butchering.  I grew up with it, when we'd be at grandma's house - on the farm.  After the bird was saturated and the steaming vapors were settled, she'd pull the bird out by it's feet and then I'd get to help!!  And pluck away we did!!  The pin feathers were most difficult for my little hands.  Now, as I no longer have mom beside me, I can sit back and recall my younger days---in a way, cleaning birds was a bonding moment for mom and daughter!!  Anyway, sitting here thinking of our huge Thanksgiving meals reminded me not only of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt; fowl, but of hunting for wild turkeys and Canadian Geese in Colorado when I was younger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brothers and father were the great white hunters!!  Turkey season...they'd traipse out into the woods and call for the turkeys.  The 'whistle' would sound like a wild turkey.  There were actually 'hen' whistles (callers) and 'tom' callers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today, the turkey is depicted as dumb!!  Personally, I don't think so!  Not the wild turkeys anyway.  They have very sharp instincts and hard to hunt ---many times we'd go hunting--being still and quiet was the hardest part for me if none were sighted in the vast fields--boredom would set in!  Yet, being a "tomboy" --I enjoyed the times I could be with the big guys and see what they enjoyed so much.  But, days would go by with no luck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look up the word turkey in a dictionary or online, the definition for slang is 'turkey: dumb, dud'.  Are they really dumb?  I say no.  Have you ever wondered why when you as the hunter, and use the hen caller---why do the tom turkeys circle around you and come in to investigate BEHIND you and your blind (a blind is a camouflaged area where you're supposed to be invisible!!  LOL); the birds KNEW something wasn't right...they KNEW there was danger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/turkey6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/turkey6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think wild turkeys are beautiful.  I couldn't go hunting for sport any longer like the 'good ol' days'!!  Besides, wild turkey doesn't taste like the genetically inseminated birds from a poultry farm(they have a gamey taste...like sagebrush actually!)---today, I would do the hunting in a supermarket freezer section!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with memories of mom and I, cleaning birds and gutting them....ya, I can 'gut' them with the best of farmer's daughters!!  But, to this day I cannot cut a whole chicken up as quickly and proficiently as my mom could!!  She was a pro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Turkey facts I learned as I grew up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The part of 'skin' that grows OVER the beak is called a SNOOD&lt;br /&gt;2)The part of 'skin' under the beak is called a WATTLE&lt;br /&gt;3)The 'skin' CAN change color from shades of gray to bright reds or blues when the bird is stressed.&lt;br /&gt;4)Having turkeys in your yard make great watch 'dogs'...their sense of hearing and keen sight is tops in the animal kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;5)CARNUCLE is the throat skin&lt;br /&gt;6)Turkey is derived from "TUKA" an Indian name for peacock (Indian as in West Indies)&lt;br /&gt;7)Turkey eggs are called a CLUTCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing --when at my grandma's farm, turkeys and chickens were loose, rarely penned up in cages---turkeys LOVE to kill snakes!!!  Cool, huh?  I've always had a snake phobia, poisonous or otherwise!!!  So I say ---"Go you Turkeys!!  Have at 'em!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116394492176642954?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116394492176642954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116394492176642954' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116394492176642954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116394492176642954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-remember-way-back-in-childhood-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116388939763570595</id><published>2006-11-19T04:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:15:25.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY'S SNIPPET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/snippet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:none; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/snippet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a given day, I love to peruse the local newspaper.  Mostly hubby buys one to read while eating lunch together, and we talk about what things we're reading.  Sometimes we get into a deep discussion that our lunch "hour" will turn into an extended conversation that lasts much longer.  It keeps us informed, and gives a chance for the two of us to continue to grow together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I read a most interesting article in our paper, The Caller Times, that just astounded me.  The woman's talents are beyond anything I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting here contemplating what to write about today, and still pertain to a memory...I thought that a weekly tidbit (one that is NOT typical media where you hear about crime, murder, mayhem, war, or economical woes of the country.  Something GOOD!)  I admit it may be a challenge to actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; something in the paper that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; media-hype.  But, I'm gonna give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that in mind, I wanted to share this incredible story.  Hoping that there may be a 'value' in reading it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/canvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/canvas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A condensed version of the 2 page article, entitled "Walls are  her Canvas" goes on to explain about Louise Udovich from Ohio who loves to paint.  The home she had lived in for 16 years had white walls.  Now her walls are her paintings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started by painting a vine and trellis above the front entry...from there it's escalated to murals.  Her talents with the brush show 3-D images.  (The jungles on the wall are her laundry room!!)  The 'nautical' is her staircase to the basement.  Her son wanted his bathroom to look like a castle.  He got it.---walls 'aged' with paint to look like vine covered stones.  (She even painted the vertical blinds with the image of a dragon when closed!)  Oh, and ya--you guessed it!!  She painted the "tongue in cheek" throne ornate chair around the toilet---a true throne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116388939763570595?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116388939763570595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116388939763570595' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116388939763570595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116388939763570595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/sundays-snippet.html' title='SUNDAY&apos;S SNIPPET'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116379969331722241</id><published>2006-11-18T03:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:51:16.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - PLUSH&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are many different definitions of 'plush'.  Either velvety, cushiony, swanky, luxurious, ritzy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going this week with 'swanky'!&lt;br /&gt;Near San Diego, California, on Coronado Island, there is ONE swanky(plush!) hotel.  And historical too.  And tho old, it's just one beautiful hotel.  A lot of dignitaries, celebrities and people with money-or master card *hehehehe* have stayed here!  This hotel is where hubby told me he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; me!  So, it's a place of sentimental memories for me!  I give you Hotel del Coronado--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/coronado1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/coronado1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(top left to right: Dining room and glass chandelier)&lt;br /&gt;(bottom left to right: part of the reception area - entrance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/coronado2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/coronado2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm looking from the private beach toward the private rooms)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116379969331722241?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116379969331722241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116379969331722241' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116379969331722241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116379969331722241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-photo-hunt_18.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116376268178982659</id><published>2006-11-17T05:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:20:34.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY'S FEAST</title><content type='html'>First, I want to congratulate Ammy for winning the contest from the last couple of weeks!!  Way to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/feast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/feast.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is intelligent life on other planets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Personally, I'm curious!  I'd first have to question what is intelligent.  Really---I'm not even sure there are intelligent people here on EARTH!!  But sure, there are possibilities of intelligent life somewhere, and I'm more positive there are other planets other than the ones already discovered.  Chances are pretty good that there is someone out there --perhaps watching us!! Learning from us or laughing at us--I'm not sure which.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you said you'd never do, but you eventually did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That's a hard one!!  I usually don't set goals that I can't finish, whether it be said I will never do this or that.....  Perhaps drive over a long bridge!!!  I fear bridges.  And yet I've driven over them when in the horizon far ahead of me I see it coming and I say..."I'm gonna stop here and let you drive!"....of course it was to my small children who couldn't see over the steering wheel!!!-----so, I eventually close my eyes and drive over the bridge to make it to the other side!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(GOTCHA!!! I really don't close my eyes, but I sure as heck, hug the middle of the highway!!!  And my heart races!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the teacher that influenced you the most in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I actually have three great teachers that from them I learned most how to delve into my interests!  My 3 grade teacher---actually her name was Mrs. Beale.  Then, Mr. Williams, and last but not least, Mrs. Sanderson.  And respectively in order piqued my interest in reading and penmanship - English (grammar)- and Shakespeare, English Lit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could trade places with anyone for one day, who would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0660854/bio"&gt;Vanessa Paradis&lt;/a&gt;.  Any questions as to why I chose her?  Click her name if you're curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite dish to prepare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love to cook.  But, these days actually, it isn't quite as fun as it used to be--there are only two of us at home now.  I still like to bake pies!!  So, that will have to do for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116376268178982659?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116376268178982659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116376268178982659' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116376268178982659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116376268178982659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/fridays-feast.html' title='FRIDAY&apos;S FEAST'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116354799080163677</id><published>2006-11-16T04:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:26:58.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I thought it'd be kinda fun to do my own weekly Thursday 'meme' instead of the unbelieveably difficult Thursday Thirteen...first off, the Thursday 13 I was getting way too many hits (once, 80 or more)...I spent nearly an entire day just visiting ones who were kind enough to visit me on any particular Thursday, as I feel if someone leaves comments, I oblige them with the courtesy of visiting them.  It got to be too much time-wise, and quite challenging to come up with a good and interesting subject for thirteen items on a list without being redundant week after week.  So I bowed out.  And I'm glad I did.  (But don't get me wrong, I still enjoy reading blogs that participate in Thursday 13!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new weekly 'meme' is going to be a particular thought that has been running through my brain---hence, Thursday's Thoughts.  Each week, I am going to take a subject for which I'd discuss my ponderings.  So many times in my life I sit by my window and think of things.  Very diversifed subjects.  Many times, it's just wonderment, other times it's what I read or saw.  Yet again, there are moments of life that makes me think of what it would have been if things were different at the time of that particular moment.  And, if you care to join in on this idea...please, be my guest.  But don't forget to let me know that you participated so I can drop by and partake in your personal whims or ideas or thoughts!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of beginning a blogroll...but again, too much time to upkeep and be proficient enough to keep every member happy.  But if it goes well, I could start up a blog comment section for Thursday Thoughts where if you participate each week --we could all go sign up that we've posted a thought.  Firstly, I'll see how this progresses.  For now, if you wish to post a Thursday Thought...sign my comment section today and I'll be delighted to drop by and read your entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, if you'd like to join me and would like to use this graphic header you're more than welcome.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/thursdaysthoughts.jpg"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to save it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I'm gonna think aloud about the greenhouse effect, and a subject that I think is very pertinent on making the rise of burning off the earth's protective ozone layer.  One idea that I've not read about from scientists' findings and I wonder just why....perhaps my thoughts on this is very far fetched because I'm no scientist by any means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...my thought is this.  According to findings and research, the ozone layer is burning off at a higher rate in the last 50 years or so.  Yes, they are positive it has a lot to do with exhaust from refineries, autos, buses, trucks, planes, etc.  But they fail to mention what I think may be a factor, a big factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were a kid, did you ever have anyone show you what a sun ray and a magnifying glass will do to a piece of paper?  If the sun's rays shine through a looking glass long enough and filters through to a piece of paper, the paper burns right?  Heat.  Heat rises and expands, yes?  Now take into consideration the glass that is used all over the world!  Thick glass, thin, reflective - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mirrored window glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Y'all have been in a room with sun shining through a glass window, and you feel warmed by the heat waves penetrating the room from the sun's heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/downtown-houston-1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/downtown-houston-1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown Houston Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more a city builds, the more heat is condensed around the area (if you've ever paid attention a large city is several degrees hotter than the wide open countryside just miles from the hub of downtown buildings, asphalt, autos, factories)---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/downtown-tampa-1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/downtown-tampa-1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampa Florida (I've read that nature's way of protection is also cloud formation--it too filters heat and sun rays.  Now think about it tho.  During the hottest seasons--if there is a lot of cloud-cover, isn't it hotter(muggier-more humid) for us, even with cloud cover?  Why?  Because the shade and protection from the sun by cloud formation is holding down the heat--we feel the difference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, take into consideration that within the last 50 years or so the newer high rise office buildings and apartment complexes (and such) in large cities all over our globe -- and the newest phenomenon is to use the mirrored reflective glass windows!  Oh, it's attractive to be sure, but at any given time, on a clear sunny day, the sun shines on these windows and the heat that would normally filter through clear glass --reflects back up into the atmosphere, burning off zillions of the atmospheric protective layered particles of our globe called ozone---which the ozone IS our means of surviving on Earth --is our protective shield against the sun's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EXTREME&lt;/span&gt; heat.---again, heat rises and expands ---could it be possible that maybe this is another factor that scientists should consider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think on this subject ---could I possibly be on the right track for thought?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116354799080163677?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116354799080163677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116354799080163677' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116354799080163677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116354799080163677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursdays-thoughts.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116337064870228963</id><published>2006-11-15T02:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:47:09.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/WW_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/WW_movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116337064870228963?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116337064870228963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116337064870228963' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116337064870228963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116337064870228963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116350489139288314</id><published>2006-11-14T05:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:13:54.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiddle-dee-dee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received these wonderful animations last night from an online friend and I wanted to show them off permanently!  And share them with others.  This woman is so creatively talented with graphics, it's amazing.  She knows how much I love Scarlett and Gone With the Wind, we've been online friends for several years(and I'd love to meet her in person *hint*). We both like the book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the movie.  I have a small collection in our home in one particular room and she has told me that she likes GWTW also.  I love these "star"lit tear drops Karma!!!  Fantastic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma has a fabulous website.  Loaded with her finished works.  If you have time, take a gander.  You'll not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks from the bottom of my heart dear friend.  You made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beautiful site - &lt;a href="http://karmaskorner.com/"&gt;Karma's Korner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/W12004/wishy1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/W12004/wishy2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/W12004/wishy3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my love of movies --- ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=1 bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Movie Buff Quotient: 94%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2B47C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouamoviebuffquiz/movie-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are a movie buff of the most obsessive variety. If a movie exists, chances are that you've seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expert on movie facts and trivia. It's hard to stump you with a question about film.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wystful notes:  You got that right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouamoviebuffquiz/"&gt;Are You a Movie Buff?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116350489139288314?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116350489139288314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116350489139288314' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116350489139288314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116350489139288314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/fiddle-dee-dee-i-received-_116350489139288314.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116342168232245067</id><published>2006-11-13T05:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:58:20.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/granny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/granny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's grandmother, her family born and bred in England, was deaf.  At least when I met her for the first time.  I'm not sure actually when she became deaf in her life, but she only read lips by the time I married her grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very active throughout the time she lived.  VERY active.  She lived to be 103!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while laying in bed in the dark, a poem came to my mind.  Now it's just a poem you say---but, not for us in our family!  This woman, my hubby's granny could recite this poem.  Word for word!  At her age.  Never missing a beat!  It all astounded us.  I was just in awe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, if my math is correct, I met her in 1968.  She was born in 1890...so that would make her around 78 when the two of us first met.  Okay, the woman was amazing!  The most impressive, she walked miles a day...shopped, lived by herself in a home, took care of it, cleaned, read a great deal...and sewed!!  She loved to make the sock monkeys for children!!  (I have two of 'em still today...that she made both her great grandchildren).  But okay, you get the idea how amazing she was.  I've gone astray a bit....the poem.  Yep, she could recite it, word for word!!!  Not a reading recital, from memory.&lt;br /&gt;And still today, I can't even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt; to remember the words---but oh what memories of watching and listening to this aged woman in her prime when she would do her recital!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Slowly England's sun was setting oe'r the hilltops far away, &lt;br /&gt;Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day; &lt;br /&gt;And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,-- &lt;br /&gt;He with steps so slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair; &lt;br /&gt;He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful, she, with lips all cold and white, &lt;br /&gt;Struggling to keep back the murmur, "Curfew must not ring to-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sexton," Bessie's white lips faltered, pointing to the prison old, &lt;br /&gt;With its walls tall and gloomy, moss-grown walls dark, damp and cold,-- &lt;br /&gt;"I've a lover in the prison, doomed this very night to die &lt;br /&gt;At the ringing of the curfew, and no earthly help is nigh. &lt;br /&gt;Cromwell will not come till sunset;" and her lips grew strangely white, &lt;br /&gt;As she spoke in husky whispers, "Curfew must not ring to-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bessie," calmly spoke the sexton (every word pierced her young heart &lt;br /&gt;Like a gleaming death-winged arrow, like a deadly poisoned dart), &lt;br /&gt;"Long, long years I've rung the curfew from that gloomy, shadowed tower; &lt;br /&gt;Every evening, just at sunset, it has tolled the twilight hour. &lt;br /&gt;I have done my duty ever, tried to do it just and right: &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm old, I will not miss it. Curfew bell must ring to-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild her eyes and pale her features, stern and white her thoughtful brow, &lt;br /&gt;As within her secret bosom, Bessie made a solemn vow. &lt;br /&gt;She had listened while the judges read, without a tear or sigh, &lt;br /&gt;"At the ringing of the curfew, Basil Underwood must "die. &lt;br /&gt;And her breath came fast and faster, and her eyes grew large and bright; &lt;br /&gt;One low murmur, faintly spoken. "Curfew must not ring to-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She with quick step bounded forward, sprang within the old church-door, &lt;br /&gt;Left the old man coming slowly, paths he'd trod so oft before. &lt;br /&gt;Not one moment paused the maiden, But with eye and cheek aglow, &lt;br /&gt;Staggered up the gloomy tower, Where the bell swung to and fro; &lt;br /&gt;As she climbed the slimy ladder, On which fell no ray of light, &lt;br /&gt;Upward still, her pale lips saying, "Curfew shall not ring to-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has reached the topmost ladder, o'er her hangs the great dark bell; &lt;br /&gt;Awful is the gloom beneath her, like the pathway down to hell. &lt;br /&gt;See! the ponderous tongue is swinging; 'tis the hour of curfew now, &lt;br /&gt;And the sight has chilled her bosom, stopped her breath, and paled her brow. &lt;br /&gt;Shall she let it ring? No, never! Her eyes flash with sudden light, &lt;br /&gt;As she springs, and grasps it firmly: "Curfew shall not ring to-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out she swung,-- far out. The city Seemed a speck of light below,-- &lt;br /&gt;There twixt heaven and earth suspended, As the bell swung to and fro. &lt;br /&gt;And the sexton at the bell-rope, old and deaf, heard not the bell, &lt;br /&gt;Sadly thought that twilight curfew rang young Basil's funeral knell. &lt;br /&gt;"Still the maiden, clinging firmly, quivering lip and fair face white, &lt;br /&gt;Stilled her frightened heart's wild throbbing: "Curfew shall not ring tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was o'er, the bell ceased swaying; and the maiden stepped once more &lt;br /&gt;Firmly on the damp old ladder, where, for hundred years before, &lt;br /&gt;Human foot had not been planted. The brave deed that she had done &lt;br /&gt;Should be told long ages after. As the rays of setting sun &lt;br /&gt;Light the sky with golden beauty, aged sires, with heads of white, &lt;br /&gt;Tell the children why the curfew did not ring that one sad night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'er the distant hills comes Cromwell. Bessie sees him; and her brow, &lt;br /&gt;Lately white with sickening horror, has no anxious traces now. &lt;br /&gt;At his feet she tells her story, shows her hands, all bruised and torn; &lt;br /&gt;And her sweet young face, still hagggard, with the anguish it had worn, &lt;br /&gt;Touched his heart with sudden pity, lit his eyes with misty light. &lt;br /&gt;"Go! your lover lives," said Cromwell. "Curfew shall not ring to-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wide they flung the massive portals, led the prisoner forth to die, &lt;br /&gt;All his bright young life before him. Neath the darkening English sky, &lt;br /&gt;Bessie came, with flying footsteps, eyes aglow with lovelight sweet; &lt;br /&gt;Kneeling on the turf beside him, laid his pardon at his feet. &lt;br /&gt;In his brave, strong arms he clasped her, kissed the face upturned and white, &lt;br /&gt;Whispered, "Darling, you have saved me, curfew will not ring to-night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116342168232245067?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116342168232245067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116342168232245067' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116342168232245067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116342168232245067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-husbands-grandmother-her-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116335767551934072</id><published>2006-11-12T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:56:55.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a hoot!!  I just saw this on someone's blog and thought...."hmmmmmmm.  Wonder just how I'd do?"  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=1 bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF" border="1" bordercolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 80% Pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2B47C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You're so innocent, it's almost like you're not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this test is probably the naughtiest thing you've done in a while!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116335767551934072?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116335767551934072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116335767551934072' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116335767551934072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116335767551934072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-hoot-i-just-saw-this-on-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116333605542055369</id><published>2006-11-12T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:54:15.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, in honor of Veterans' Day Weekend, our city hosted a special showing that anyone interested, was privileged to watch.  It was held at the North Beach (formerly known as Corpus Christi Beach) near the USS Lexington, docked permanently, now a WWII museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a few pictures---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;"from CallerTimes.com"&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&lt;br /&gt;Retired Marine Col. Archie Donahue is a World War II fighter ace who will be interviewed on the flight deck of the Lexington on Thursday during a wartime re-enactment that is open to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A documentary, "The Blue Devils: The Story of VMF-451 During WWII," is using the museum on the bay as stunt double for the USS Bunker Hill that supported the Marine squadron of Corsair fighter planes that flew missions against the Japanese.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"We are simulating the kamikaze attack that eventually sank the Bunker Hill," said Terry Dodge, CEO of TLD-Productions that's doing the documentary. "This is the key event that changed the lives of these men who braved the air war in the Pacific." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I captured through the lens of the digital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/documentary8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/documentary8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming in for the first simulated 'attack'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/documentary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/documentary2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to the right of the conning tower...a Japanese plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/documentary5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/documentary5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an American Navy fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/documentary6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/documentary6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within the outlined circle two USN fighters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116333605542055369?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116333605542055369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116333605542055369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116333605542055369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116333605542055369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/couple-of-days-ago-in-honor-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116308245229987153</id><published>2006-11-11T03:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T07:04:21.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - GROWTH&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/147921/20061109/061314.flv&amp;post=1" width="420" height="410" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from a corner in our backyard.  Not only is there OVERgrowth, but the bush that is swaying in the breeze is a Pyracantha bush...which has orange berries that the birds love...growing, in Autumn!!!&lt;br /&gt;Click the "&gt;"  (above in the video window) button for short video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116308245229987153?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116308245229987153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116308245229987153' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116308245229987153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116308245229987153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-photo-hunt_11.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116310926205588855</id><published>2006-11-10T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:39:27.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/marinesega2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/marinesega2.jpg" border="2" bordercolor="#000000" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY 231ST BIRTHDAY &lt;br /&gt;TO THE &lt;br /&gt;UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooooo-rah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear a certain song, does it make you stop and think?  Perhaps reminisce, or maybe think of one particular person?  Hearing a song and really listening to lyrics ever make you just stop what you're doing?  Just to listen?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words in songs make me think of the world situation.  Other song lyrics make me think of my parents.  Others my immediate family.  Yet again, some lyrics make me remember a certain time in my own life.  Yesterday, since we bought the DVD Cars, I watched it for the 2nd time already, since I'm really not much on television programming these days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I am not gonna do any climbing on ladders, or handle a paint brush, or a mop...nothing, nada, zilch in activity.  So, when we came back from watching the live filming of a special World War II documentary on the attack of USS Lexington in the harbor here, near the ships' channel of our port...and walking around a while for some fresh air ---there was such a wonderful, brisk breeze of the gulf, I didn't want to go home right away!---anyway, when we got home, after talking to my kitties and telling them just how wonderful and beautiful they are, I stretched out on the floor and popped in the movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had seen it with our son in Houston the first time last summer, and I failed to see the ending credits.  Well, as I laid there watching the complete video...from beginning to end....a song is being played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made me think of times of my life.  How I've felt in the past, what it's like making friends; my goals when I was young and innocent.   What I've done, who I married...fate!!  But ya know? --I see myself now as nothing close to what I thought I would be...someone else.  But yet, I couldn't be happier with who I am!!  It just hit me a certain way today and I wanted to share the lyrics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Brad Paisley &lt;br /&gt;Song: Find Yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(of course the feminine reference is changed in my mind to the masculine!  LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;In some far off place,&lt;br /&gt;And it causes you&lt;br /&gt;To rethink some things.&lt;br /&gt;You start to sense&lt;br /&gt;That slowly you're becoming someone else&lt;br /&gt;And then you find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you make new friends&lt;br /&gt;In a brand new town,&lt;br /&gt;And you start to think&lt;br /&gt;About settling down,&lt;br /&gt;The things that would have been lost on you&lt;br /&gt;Are now clear as a bell.&lt;br /&gt;And you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;That's when you find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you go through life&lt;br /&gt;So sure of where you're heading,&lt;br /&gt;And you wind up lost&lt;br /&gt;And it's the best thing that could happen.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sometimes when you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;It's really just as well.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you find yourself;&lt;br /&gt;That's when you find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet the one&lt;br /&gt;You've been waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;And she's everything&lt;br /&gt;That you want and more,&lt;br /&gt;You look at her&lt;br /&gt;And you finally start&lt;br /&gt;To live for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And then you find yourself;&lt;br /&gt;That's when you find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go though life&lt;br /&gt;So sure of where we're heading,&lt;br /&gt;And then we wind up lost&lt;br /&gt;And it's the best thing that could happen.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;It's really just as well.&lt;br /&gt;Because you find yourself;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's when you find yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!  Yesterday, Carol at the Turning Point blog, started a new tradition that I think is just awesome.  Her blog was black and white at first, then the world turned more colorful in the end!!  Have you hugged anyone today?  &lt;a href="http://southwardho.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursday-nice-thing.html"&gt;Go check this out&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116310926205588855?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116310926205588855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116310926205588855' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116310926205588855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116310926205588855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-231st-birthday-to-united-states.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116307476467652247</id><published>2006-11-09T06:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:34:06.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After losing all my blog archives once quite a while ago...I now notice the 'newer' stuff that has been replacing the lost archives,... today's posting is my 300th.  Wow, I didn't know I could talk that much.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I'm proud to say - "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My wallpapering is done&lt;/span&gt;!!"  I finished yesterday afternoon.  Cleaned up my mess, and took a few pictures for my sister to share with her in Colorado.  So, thought I'd bring 'em up here to show you what I've been doing since last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple 'before' shots (old wallpaper--white with frog pond lilies---yucky!!) --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hallbath_before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hallbath_before.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hallbath_before2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hallbath_before2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the after section (imported black and gold embossed wallpaper with a touch of sage green and salmon pink.  Click photos to enlarge.  There are two rooms.  The main room just off the hall is ALL wallpapered.  The 2nd room connected to the main is painted black---with a mixing of wallpaper)---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear hubby, being a Navy dude, has over the years, collected Oriental Figurines.  And since this is the bathroom he uses most, we put all the Japanese/Oriental in here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hallbath_after2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hallbath_after2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doorway -- to the left is the clothes/laundry shoot (in the cupboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hallbath_after5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hallbath_after5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above the shower -wallpapering and black paint--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hallbath_after4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hallbath_after4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese tea lights--an oriental slate candle holder (the box shaped one) and the antique Japanese abacus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hallbath_after6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hallbath_after6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silk geisha girl - primping at the hand held mirror (framed)--this is looking from the vanity room toward the shower room, through the 2nd doorway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hallbath_after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hallbath_after.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vanity room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this extra picture shows what will go into a shadow box on the wall above the towel rack (Bud has to build it yet  *Shhhh*!!!  He doesn't know that part right now, but will!!!)  Right now, I  have him busy rebuilding a wall closet that goes above the toilet.  When it's done he will have opened one side to display his huge teak wood Ho-Tei figurine.  But, he's still working on it. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hallbath_after7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hallbath_after7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116307476467652247?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116307476467652247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116307476467652247' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116307476467652247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116307476467652247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-losing-all-my-blog-archives-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116289906657956716</id><published>2006-11-07T05:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T05:59:52.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Breathe, Wystful---breathe!&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how my day went yesterday and you'll get a look that would not be pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am ripping the old wallpaper off.  Doing quite well, actually.  I have one wall completely free of paper and old dried paste.  Nice, smooth.  I move on to the next wall and get nearly done.  It's getting close to lunch time.  And, I'm pretty good at breaking for lunch.  hehehehehe  Trying to hurry the job to complete two whole walls of the old crap, so when we return home (ya, we go out for lunch most always, at our age we don't cook much)--anyway, I'm getting the the top corner where the ceiling and wall corners come to meet.  I have my handy dandy home-improvement tool...I'm standing on the toilet actually since the ladder doesn't fit back in the tight corner----the old paper is off, and I'm wetting the old glue (saturating it actually).  Done...scrapping away!  Only to realize that I caught the paper tape contractors use to seal wall seams!!!!  I look up at the ceiling and the spackling of the ceiling is coming off!!!  I hit the tape and it's falling down!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear!  I jump off---run to the closet where the glue is...go back, and more has managed to fall (the tape---right along the wall/ceiling)!!  Bud, hearing my cussing (he was working on the closet we took off the bathroom wall, to prepare it for refinishing) came in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, by that time half my lunch hour was messed up.  It's not like we have a fixed schedule, but when I don't get my eats...I get cranky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or so later, the ceiling is fixed (except for some plastering/spackling I need to replace which I will do today ---I had to wait for this unforseen project 'cause the walls are too wet with me saturating the old paste!! Have to make sure the tape that began to fall off is sticking properly first!).  It doesn't get better for a while, there is still some old wallpaper paste that has dried up once again with me having to stop and fix the mess I made in the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But---by 5:30 p.m. I had all the old stuff done, the walls lightly sanded to get everything smooth for today's wallpapering and painting!!  This smaller alcove of a room will be half painted wall and the other half papered.  Like wainscoting--but instead of wood for the wainscoting, it'll be wallpaper with a border separating the painted sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you spell relief?  In this case, like the day I had yesterday...you don't.  All you can spell is T-I-R-E-D!!  Approximately 11 hours, yesterday, working in one room!!  And get yourself psyched for another day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I get up, raring to go.  The bathroom has no windows so, I can work in there any time I choose...don't have to wait for daylight that is. (And by the way--I do have before pictures taken and saved on the camera...when I get the room finished, I'll post the before and after pictures!!)  But to get my day started, I pour my orange juice and sit at the computer.  First thing I click on from my favorites menu is Medicine Cards.  Medicine cards are an ancient Native American ritual.  Kinda like a modern horoscope.  I picked a link to see what today's card is.  I got---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/Dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/Dolphin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the writing for me on the card is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Breathe - Take in life force.&lt;br /&gt;Accept the gift of usable energy.&lt;br /&gt;Touch the Invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manna is life force. Manna is present in every atom, and is Great Spirit's essence. Dolphin teaches us how to use life-manna through our breath. It revitalizes each cell and organ, and breaks the limits and dimensions of physical reality so that we may enter the Dream Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Dolphin has appeared to you today through the selecting of this card, you are to be a link to some solution for the Children of Earth. This can be a time when you are to link with Great Spirit and bring answers to your own questions or to those of others. In addition, this can mean a time of communication with the rhythms of nature. You are put on notice to be mindful of your body rhythms and the patterns of energy being fed to you from the Creator. Imitate Dolphin and ride the waves of laughter, spreading joy in the world. Breathe and experience the manna so freely given. Break existing barriers and connect to the Dream Time or Great Star Nation. Know that we are all whole in the eyes of the Ever-Living One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday's waves were pretty forceful!  I managed to stay afloat.  The election polls open at 7 a.m. and then I wanna be at Circuit City when they open for the DVD, Cars!! Hope I don't sink today, when I once again begin to paddle those oars!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116289906657956716?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116289906657956716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116289906657956716' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116289906657956716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116289906657956716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/breathe-wystful-breathe-ask-me-how-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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-26231502.post-116281766256613051</id><published>2006-11-06T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T07:54:03.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the day I've been waiting for, for months!!!&lt;br /&gt;Y'all know how I love movies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!!  It's not because tomorrow's election day.  No matter who I vote for, they're the wrong person.  Seems everyone in politics is crooked these days, and it's just too disheartening.  And besides, I don't 'do' politicking here!!  *giggles*  Well, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/carstrailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/carstrailer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!  Tomorrow the DVD of the movie hit of the early summer is here!!  Pixar's "&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/cars/"&gt;CARS&lt;/a&gt;"!!  I fell in love with Mater.  He's the tow truck.  Just soooooo darn cute!!  (Hubby even bought me a cute little toy Mater!---I have him sitting on my nightstand.  LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.  Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow ---it's only a day away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am almost finished with the first of the two rooms of redecorating this week.  Yippee.  And it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; look mahvelous!!!  If I say so myself.  But of course, it looked pretty blazé to begin with, so it wouldn't take much to make improvements in the first place!!)  Tomorrow night, after the new "House, M.D"...I'll be taking a trip back to Radiator Springs in Carburetor County!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116281766256613051?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116281766256613051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116281766256613051' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116281766256613051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116281766256613051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/tomorrows-day-ive-been-waiting-for-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116256654111588964</id><published>2006-11-04T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:40:01.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - WINDOW(s)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/WINDOWS_sph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/WINDOWS_sph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I didn't even have to search outside my own yard!  I even did one thing from long ago-------&lt;br /&gt;I let my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fingers&lt;/span&gt; do the walking!  Through the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pages. hehehehe  &lt;br /&gt;Top left:  My computer room from outside...&lt;br /&gt;Top right:  The dining room hutch door windows...&lt;br /&gt;Middle left:  The yellow pages! (Ad for windows for home)...&lt;br /&gt;Middle right:  The yellow pages! (Ad for window of auto)...&lt;br /&gt;Bottom left:  Reflection of window in mirror...&lt;br /&gt;Bottom right:  "Windows" on cookie jar lighthouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116256654111588964?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116256654111588964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116256654111588964' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116256654111588964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116256654111588964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-photo-hunt.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116247421074597285</id><published>2006-11-03T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T07:41:04.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember about 3 or 4 decades back in time the 'new' version of artificial fingernails was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;en vogue&lt;/span&gt;?  Where you got a package of mixed sizes of acrylic nails that shined like a new penny and either tinted a pale, very artificial flesh tone...or clear?  And with the package of mixed sized "nails" you got a small bottle of glue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "fingernail" time zone I looked up on Google, shows me that the nail fashion and coloring were stylish for &lt;a href="http://communitygarden.typepad.com/berkeley/2005/01/the_history_of__1.html"&gt;centuries&lt;/a&gt;!  Some cultures, even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt; have long, shapely nails!!  Now, as I grew up, if a man had extra long fingernails he was considered 'queer'...not in any gay sense as the word sometimes gives reference to, but just odd!  So, see men?---it's been part of your history also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/nailpolish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/nailpolish.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what got me started with this blog entry was the &lt;a href="http://www.suburbanchicagonews.com/couriernews/lifestyles/112861,3_5_EL27_P2CENTER_S1.article"&gt;color fashions for our fingernails and toenails this Fall&lt;/a&gt; is...dark, dark, DARK!  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  Thank goodness I say.  Granted, I have had long tapered nails -my nails are hard as--well, "carpenter nails", (mine, not the fake ones) and when they break too close to the fingertip or beyond that's too much pain for me.  Childbirth twice some thirty years ago is enough pain for me I tellya!!!  I don't need the pain associated of fingernails breaking any more!!  The shorter, the better.  As long as they're clean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, at my age, I'd prefer the natural look!  I have tons of gray hair of which I'm proud to wear...and I personally like everything of my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean, really, everyone knows these days that we women are quite vain, and we see all the celebrity fashions from movies, television, fashion magazines and all these 'beauties' are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; phony!  They look a helluva lot like we do---without makeup and anything artifical---a good ol' natural lady.  And they, along with us, spend way too much of our hard earned money to enhance our looks.  My church's priest once told us girls, when I was a teenager attending catechism, that a bit of color here and there is just perfect on a woman.  Not go overboard and look 'cheap'.  I still want to live that lifestyle...being close to natural yet with a little color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I digress.  I do like color on my nails.  Fingers AND toes!  Just on my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; nails.  And I do wear mascara.  Yes, being vain here---I like to enhance my eyes.  My hubby likes the clear sky-blue eyes, so actually I more or less do it for him.  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I've always been leary of the acrylic nails(as a teenager, I did experiment with the artificial ones 'cause I wanted to be like the movie stars).  And the salons where ladies and men get their nails worked on for vanity are questionable these days also!  There are all kinds of horror stories coming out about the sanitary issues of those establishments.  And it's not only the germs from the breathing either --ya know, the masks that some wear over their mouths and noses, and gloves?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an ariticle the other day on the 'net about the acyrlic nails and how fungus can begin and GROW as you wear them day after day after day---Yep, you guessed it!  Some &lt;a href="http://www.ceufast.com/courses/138/138.htm"&gt;establishments are now BANNING&lt;/a&gt; their employees from wearing them!  And for this I say---------hurray!!  It's about time.  They not only make us look fake, times are now proving my point.  The sanitary issues here, are proven!!----the fungus(if you read the article I've shared) is actually killing people around them that continues to grow underneath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait a minute, I know I'm being a bit on the verge of double standards here.  Ya, I use artificial things...like my artificial meds to regulate heart beat.  And I put an occasional cigarette in my mouth - at home!  But I never smoke around other people unless they too are smokers.  I respect those who don't-I'll go outside, or even in the garage.  And the artificial drugs I use for my heart are to keep me ALIVE.  Among other things I put in my body, it's for me.  But now that I read this about the fungus and such things under the acrylic nails, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't like 'em!!  ---they are harming those around us just like 2nd-hand smoke and vehicle exhaust.  Oh, I'm sure we ladies will continue to make use of these enhancements, as I will continue my vices.....afterall, we're only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS---I won't be around much the following week to visit y'all ---the wallpaper I ordered 3 weeks ago for the 2nd bathroom re-deco is in and I'm gonna start tearing out the old, getting ready for the new all week!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;a href="http://lifecruiser.com"&gt;Mrs. Lifecruiser&lt;/a&gt;--just where &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; you hide the wine?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116247421074597285?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116247421074597285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116247421074597285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116247421074597285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116247421074597285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/remember-about-3-or-4-decades-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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-26231502.post-116255897294692977</id><published>2006-11-03T06:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:02:52.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just placed the October's Perfect Post Button on my sidebar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thanks so much&lt;/span&gt;.  Y'all made my Halloween fun last a bit longer....and I really appreciate everyone who thought of me and my story!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  &lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com/"&gt;Friday's Feast&lt;/a&gt; is on vacation 'til November 17th!!  But wait...don't be disheartened!  There is a contest going on over at the diner!!!!!  Take a look see, grab a spoon and dip it into the punch---sit down, and write out some questions on the napkin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to leave a tip!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116255897294692977?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116255897294692977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116255897294692977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116255897294692977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116255897294692977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-placed-octobers-perfect-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116248128905641101</id><published>2006-11-02T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:29:52.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Several years back, when I was hospitalized for my heart problems, my sister gave me this most precious - soft, cuddly and squishy-hugable teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having it for the years I've had him, I've always wanted to make a special place for him as he has a special place in my soul 'cause he's from my sister!!  Well, I went to Hobby Lobby yesterday and got some color coordinated flowers for the bedroom (the one I just finished painting purple), and an oval grapevine wreath.  When I got home I stained the wreath (I stained it 'messy' on purpose so some of the natural browns would show also), and added the flowers today.  Placed him on his now new throne and hung him where I can see him each night when I go to bed.  He gave me lots of comfort, when I thought I was having my last breaths of life, and I want him to continue-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present Teddy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/teddy_wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/teddy_wreath.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(larger view by clicking on the photo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116248128905641101?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116248128905641101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116248128905641101' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116248128905641101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116248128905641101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/several-years-back-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116246812041712346</id><published>2006-11-01T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T07:57:25.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Halloween website, &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/wystful_1/Halloween/allhallowseve.html"&gt;October Moon©&lt;/a&gt;, received an award from &lt;a href="http://womenwithauniquesoul.com/"&gt;WWAUS&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My thanks go out to all who voted...&lt;br /&gt;This made my day----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/WWAUS_HAL-S-OM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/WWAUS_HAL-S-OM.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, as I visited with Carol at her blog "&lt;a href="http://southwardho.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Turning  Point&lt;/a&gt;", she had the most interesting entry....I hadda check of course, and had this saved in a draft to post after Halloween.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#C2B47C" cellpadding="1" style="border: 1px solid black" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color:  #C2B47C;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; text-align: center; font-size: 14px; background-color: #F4D0C0;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="text-align: center; padding-top: 2px; background-color: #F4D0C0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: #F4D0C0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;334&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; font-weight:  bold; line-height: 180%; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116246812041712346?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116246812041712346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116246812041712346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116246812041712346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116246812041712346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-halloween-website-october-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116221129849463371</id><published>2006-11-01T05:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T07:18:52.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Wordless Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; today.  I'm not gonna be home much, and I feel if you come visit me and leave me a comment, I won't be able to visit you with W W - that's unfair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday.  Here is something I had from last week, as a draft....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/brickNJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/brickNJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listed as safest in USA - Brick, New Jersey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/stlouis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/stlouis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(listed as the most dangerous city in USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, 10/30/06 -San Bernadino, California's &lt;a href="http://www.sbsun.com/news/ci_4572875"&gt;San Bernadino Sun&lt;/a&gt; (newspaper) listed the &lt;a href="http://www.morganquitno.com/"&gt;Morgan Quitno Press&lt;/a&gt;'  top "Most Dangerous" cities and "Safest Cities" in the USA for the year--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST DANGEROUS 25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Detroit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Flint, Mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Compton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Camden, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Birmingham, Ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Oakland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Youngstown, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gary, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Richmond (Note: didn't list WHAT Richmond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Memphis, Tenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Trenton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Richmond, Va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Kansas City, Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. North Charleston, S.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Reading, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Newark, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Little Rock, Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. San Bernardino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Orlando, Fla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFEST 25:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Amherst, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mission Viejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Newton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Troy, Mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Colonie, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Irvine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cary, N.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Greece, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Coral Springs, Fla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Thousand Oaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Orem, Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Round Rock, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Dover, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lake Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Sterling Heights, Mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Simi Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Roswell, Ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Lee's Summit, Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Broken Arrow, Okla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Chino Hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Gilbert, Ariz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Cranston, R.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Port St. Lucie, Fla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also, clicking on the 'free press releases in the M Q Press' statistics of other findings, Florida is the most improved state...Oklahoma is #50.  New York, Michigan, North Carolina, and Virginia are the top five listed along with Florida as the most improved.  South Dakota, North Dakota, Maine and New Mexico are the less improved along with Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*New Hampshire is the "Most Liveable State" along with the others on the top five list -Minnesota, Iowa, Vermont and New Jersey.  Where Louisiana was listed as the least liveable, along with Mississippi, Arkansas, Kentucky and South Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The "Healthiest States" were ranked here:  Vermont is #1 along with New Hampshire, Minnesota, Maine and Iowa.  Least healthy are  Mississippi in last (ranked #50) along with New Mexico, Louisiana, Nevada, and *ack!!!*  Texas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smartest&lt;/span&gt; state is Vermont.  Along with the others in the top 5 being, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New Jersey and Maine.  The last five are in order given---Arizona in last place, preceded by Nevada, Mississippi, California and Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least are the top five most dangerous STATES---&lt;br /&gt;Nevada being the worst in crime --Louisiana, New Mexico, Arizona, and Maryland are the states filling in the top five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least dangerous North Dakota (the least dangerous) along with Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire and Wyoming (*I've been all over Wyoming even the backwoods---nearly every nook and cranny of the state, and I see why it's part of the top five 'safest states'---there are NO &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;!!*  LOTS and lots of sheep!!  *giggles*).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116221129849463371?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116221129849463371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116221129849463371' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116221129849463371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116221129849463371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-no-wordless-wednesday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116222605667229687</id><published>2006-10-31T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T07:27:43.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/photoshow_link.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/photoshow_link.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite times of year, as you can tell!  hehehehehe---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a LINK my Photo Halloween Bash.  Music and all (but it's tasteful music --promise.  *Cross my heart*)  There is a small array of some of our indoor decorations.  From magical witches, flopped on the fireplace hearth witch, jack-o-lanterns, 'dem bones door greeting (it's light and movement activated), ceramic witch, a witch's shoe cookie jar, ceramic grim reaper, a rat topped gravestone, a fiber optic witch, fiber optic scarecrow, fiber optic demonic skull, a spooky headless horsemen in front of a sleepy hollowed-tree, even one of our bloody mary ceramic tumblers!! (You need shockwave to view them) And much more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!!  Happy, happy Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshow.net/watch/tE2uQ5qV"&gt;Halloween Phot Bash!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116222605667229687?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116222605667229687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116222605667229687' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116222605667229687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116222605667229687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween-this-is-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116163713114190285</id><published>2006-10-30T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:39:13.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To MY W-I-A!!!  Happy Halloween Lisa</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Halloween in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make sure that my friend -- my Halloween Witch-in-Arms sees this special 'card' I made her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween my dear.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for all the fun we've had through the 'net over the entire month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/fadezoom_r.swf" loop="false" quality="high" FlashVars="logopath=http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/ptlogo1.swf&amp;ptdim=50.10&amp;ptxy=284.16&amp;border=5&amp;boxcolor=7&amp;fish=0&amp;heart=0&amp;bird=0&amp;bfly=0&amp;heart2=0&amp;fontsize=24&amp;fontcolor=1&amp;img1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1597/6880619/13201146/198368097.jpg&amp;img2=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1597/6880619/13201146/198370293.jpg&amp;img3=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1597/6880619/13201146/198370380.jpg&amp;img4=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1597/6880619/13201146/198370441.jpg&amp;img5=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1597/6880619/13201146/198370539.jpg&amp;img6=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1597/6880619/13201146/198370878.jpg" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="450" height="340" name="photoFlick" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116163713114190285?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116163713114190285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116163713114190285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116163713114190285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116163713114190285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-my-w-i-happy-halloween-lisa.html' title='To MY W-I-A!!!  Happy Halloween Lisa'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116222053294618908</id><published>2006-10-30T10:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:37:36.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to some unforseen mishap, my halloweening will be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;strapped&lt;/span&gt; for time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/witch_bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/witch_bra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butt---but, wait!  Don't forget to fly in tomorrow.  I'm gonna have a big &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Halloween Bash of photos&lt;/span&gt;!  Stop by again in the morning -- 20+ photos I've taken...hang on to your broomsticks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be witched, bothered and be wildered!!  &lt;br /&gt;Now...I'm flying a test pattern to see just what route I'm gonna take tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while over at &lt;a href="http://carmenhasgonetoplaid.blogspot.com"&gt;Carmen's&lt;/a&gt; today, I found a quiz for Halloween. --So, naturally being who I am, I tried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizmeme.com/jack-o-lantern/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.quizmeme.com/jack-o-lantern/results/angry.gif" WIDTH="320" HEIGHT="154" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;discover your jack-o-lantern face @ quiz me&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Later my bewitching friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116222053294618908?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116222053294618908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116222053294618908' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116222053294618908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116222053294618908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/due-to-some-unforseen-mish_116222053294618908.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116207519057358076</id><published>2006-10-29T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:44:57.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image from: &lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/"&gt;Cartoon Stock&lt;/a&gt; Use is for entertainment only.  Copyright infringement not intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now....a witch of a tale!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighbouring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question?...What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was, the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would YOU do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....what is the moral to this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral is.....&lt;br /&gt;If you don't let a woman have her own way....&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to get ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116207519057358076?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116207519057358076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116207519057358076' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116207519057358076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116207519057358076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/image-from-cartoon-stock-use-is-for_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116195433692171011</id><published>2006-10-28T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:39:47.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - SAFE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only thing that would go with the Halloween theme for my blog is for me to make everyone here, for the photo hunt and others, a CHARMing---SPELLbinding---TERRORific sentiment!  So -- sending my best WITCHES to everyone for the weekend and for a SPOOKtacular, FANGtastic, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Halloween on Tuesday - if you celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/HalloweenWitchCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/HalloweenWitchCard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's me in costume.  (Last year)&lt;br /&gt;(click for a larger view if you choose!)&lt;br /&gt;*Screechin'*  I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mel-l-l-l-l-ting&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Just a note on the word 'safe'...this was again, another subject for an SPH theme that is difficult for me.  Other than feeling SAFE at home, is there really a place to go these days that IS safe?  Right now, in my own country, the safety issues are a hot political item.  And tho tired of all the jargon on commercials and road signs of who you should elect...when these politicians mudsling their opponent...aren't they telling us that NO one is safe with them?  Why, if so and so isn't that good, then you switch channels and the opposite party is telling us that the OTHER side isn't good either...well, then who DO we vote for to make our homeland safe?  Just the other day, a gang war in one of our high schools was &lt;a href="http://www.caller.com/ccct/local_news/article/0,1641,CCCT_811_5098281,00.html"&gt;all the media&lt;/a&gt;...boys even brought to school a homemade "napalm" bomb that they saw how to make on the history channel!!!  Kids aren't even safe these days to go to school!!  It's sad!!  (There, now I'll step down from my podium).  SAFE isn't a good subject these days.  I get riled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116195433692171011?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116195433692171011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116195433692171011' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116195433692171011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116195433692171011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturday-photo-hunt_28.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116109178087446802</id><published>2006-10-27T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T06:25:55.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY'S FEAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/img_recipe_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/img_recipe_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a new candle scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I got it!  I got it!!  And it would be layered multi-colored---titled "Chef's surprise".  Actually, seriously I would love to have an older 'scent' from Avon - way back, and it would make a lovely addition to votive candles.  &lt;u&gt;Rose-Geranium&lt;/u&gt;.  It's such a light, non-heavy, non-sweet odor.  Fresh as all outdoors.  Actually, I make my own potpourri with dried rose petals and dried geranium leaves!!!!  It's delightfully light, not heavy and perfumey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one way you show affection to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just one way?--hugging!   But the most common would be sweet talking.  I love to call my hubby sweet cheeks!! &lt;/span&gt; *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite writing instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have this wonderful pen and pencil set my son gave me years ago.  Platinum silver and it has my name etched on it.  I rarely use it, but it would be a favorite, considering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were given $25 to spend anywhere online, from which site would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wouldn't!!  I don't.  Nope.  Nada. Zilch.  I'd send it to one of my kids...let them spend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you dressing up for Halloween? If so, what are you going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of course!!  Always.  And more than likely, a witch.  (I've been a puppet, a pirate, a monster, a hillbilly, and many more not listed---but dressing in black and a cone witch's hat is my favorite.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nostalgic look at Halloween on TV when I was a youngster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse's MONSTER MASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUhlHMb1qKU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUhlHMb1qKU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116109178087446802?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116109178087446802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116109178087446802' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116109178087446802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116109178087446802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/fridays-feast_27.html' title='FRIDAY&apos;S FEAST'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116171852249541950</id><published>2006-10-26T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T07:29:16.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While visiting &lt;a href="http://www.moogiesworld.com/index.php"&gt;Moogie&lt;/a&gt; the other day, she had something quite clever in her post, and she got the idea from &lt;a href="http://prevailinginsanity.blogspot.com"&gt;Melli&lt;/a&gt; ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now gonna try it.&lt;br /&gt;Stand clear everyone...you're gonna find out just WHAT I need.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to Google, and typed in my real name (Since I try not to post my real name, for here I will substitute my name for Wystful 1) --- then, behind my name I typed in 'needs', and went-a searchin'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/MsSigtag/skull_LOL.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing my head off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the top five things ol' Wystful 1 needs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wystful 1 NEEDS YOUR HELP&lt;/span&gt;!!! -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm thinking somebody out there really knows me too well.  You're darn tootin' I need help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wystful 1 needs to know which genes you want to use&lt;/span&gt;.  -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, I would prefer a sized 8 petite, and either Ralph Lauren for Women or perhaps Faded Glory, I'm not picky&lt;/span&gt;!!!  But, wait a minute here, it says I need to know what jeans....errrr, um genes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you want to use&lt;/span&gt;!  What's up with that?  Okay, so while I'm at this task...what size booze you use?  Ooops...I mean boots---ya, BOOTS!  Right, boots.  *hiccup*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wystful 1 needs to be separate and distinct from other groups&lt;/span&gt;.  -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Here again, now this is getting spooky!  Okay, where is he?  You out there somewhere?  Is Google some alien world word for God?  How do they know so much?  This is too close to the truth --- oh!!  Is there a distinct group for uncanny truths?  Hmmmm, now that would separate me from distinctive ones, yes?  Just put me in the corner, Teach, and what the hell---hand me the dunce cap too while you're at it!  *slipping on the cap*  "Ahhhhh, ya, it fits!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wystful 1 needs to link with these other organizations because they both have a wealth of experience and knowledge that ~"Wystful 1"~ can tap into&lt;/span&gt;.  -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Okay, now you're talkin'!  The word wealth really caught my eye.  I've never been knowlegable in wealth, but boy oh boy, would I LIKE to be!!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wystful 1 needs to have enough days' cushion to allow for the max days required for any technical indicator&lt;/span&gt;.  -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmmm, we're getting technical now!!  Any indication that I need a cushion (as long as it's not a whoopie cushion -on second thought, what the heck.  Sounds fun), required or otherwise, sounds just about right to me.  I would probably dub the newly acquired cushion...Maxi-Days Pad© or somethin'&lt;/span&gt;  No?  You say that's taken already?  Go figure.   I'll come up with a name for my cushion tho, give me enough days!!   There's an indication here that I need to come up with something really technical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v288/MsSigtag/skull_LOL.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing my head off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(laughing animated skull made by me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116171852249541950?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116171852249541950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116171852249541950' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116171852249541950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116171852249541950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/while-visiting-moogie-other-day-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116180610546225731</id><published>2006-10-25T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:55:05.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, dear hubby finished a couple of wooden frames I had designed for him to make for our 'new improved' room.  Beforehand the two prints were framed in silver...and metal.  For the new room, I thought the metal frames were too 'cold' and not right.  LOL  So, I sat down with paper and pencil in hand and drew what I  had in mind to frame the pictures after the painting was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than splitting a piece of the wood, things went awesomely!!  The color was perfect, and the contrast was just right for the darker purple walls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, as you see, the room's extra decor is all Gone With the Wind.  Trinkets, figurines, and what-knots.  (the leafy part you see on the frames are metal branches with bluish berries--just for an added touch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/frames2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/frames2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116180610546225731?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116180610546225731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116180610546225731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116180610546225731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116180610546225731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-dear-hubby-finished-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116177444823347207</id><published>2006-10-25T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T06:07:28.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/WW_kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/WW_kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116177444823347207?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116177444823347207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116177444823347207' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116177444823347207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116177444823347207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/wordless-wednesday_25.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116100446928149169</id><published>2006-10-24T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:20:43.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/galveston.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/galveston.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture borrowed from Cyber Celt's Texas Hauntings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to visit with &lt;a href="http://usaer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cyber Celt's Texas Travel Blog&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, and I just spent a long time with her at her blog!  This month she has had some TERRORific, authentic Texan sights (from Columbus, Texas down to Galveston, Texas!) of ghostly apparitions and stories!!  Also many ideas for pumpkin carvings and such.  She even has the origin of the song Ghost Riders in the Sky!!  If you enjoy reading ghost stories, perhaps getting in the spirit of the season--or just want to read about some of the historic haunts in and around Texas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with my area's &lt;a href="http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/does-our-little-area-of-coastal-bend.html"&gt;resident ghost&lt;/a&gt; - that I posted about here in the Coastal Bend, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/highwaytokel/1036065044_lloweencat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You're a cat - the sexiest halloween symbol.  You're very laid back about the whole thing but you feel most comfortable at this time of year.  you'll do anything for a treat!&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/highwaytokel/quizzes/%22A+spooky+hallowe%27en+quiz%21%22"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116100446928149169?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116100446928149169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116100446928149169' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116100446928149169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116100446928149169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/picture-borrowed-from-cyber-celts.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116091592748542035</id><published>2006-10-23T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T06:54:02.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With the Halloween theme and my blog's title...&lt;br /&gt;...thanks for the memories!!&lt;br /&gt;(oh and you should make sure you don't sleep tonight!!  *witch's cackles*)&lt;br /&gt;My Halloween Short Story &lt;br /&gt;(copied here from my website-the story there has visuals to make it more "Halloweenish") -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/wystful_1/Halloween/octobermoon1.html"&gt;October Moon©&lt;/a&gt; 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not to be copied or stolen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/h_bouquet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/h_bouquet2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this October night, I find myself walking&lt;br /&gt;through the country fields, into the forest&lt;br /&gt;entertaining the thoughts of a costume party I am to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chiffon gown radiates silvery blue in the light&lt;br /&gt;of the autumn moon.&lt;br /&gt;It billows ghostlike with the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Toting my silken slippers in hand, I walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the thin wispy clouds&lt;br /&gt;moonbeams guide me toward the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Ahead, the forest entices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my foot falls, the sea of grasses yields&lt;br /&gt;to my step.&lt;br /&gt;With each stride, down-like seeds from the golden blades&lt;br /&gt;beneath me take flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance a dog barks, echoing back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before me the thicket stands.&lt;br /&gt;Into the woods I cautiously trespass.&lt;br /&gt;A haunting whisper of wind casts a spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the gloom, I stop.&lt;br /&gt;Something's lurking within for&lt;br /&gt;the odor of musk I perceive.&lt;br /&gt;As I advance, a faint touch to my shoulder I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Should I continue or should I run and take leave?&lt;br /&gt;I find courage and persevere...deeper into the forest&lt;br /&gt;I know so well.&lt;br /&gt;Convincingly I say to myself&lt;br /&gt;"You know this wood, you've been here before.&lt;br /&gt;A hundred times, at least".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farther I go forward, heart racing inside.&lt;br /&gt;That touch to my shoulder....imagination or real?&lt;br /&gt;In the pitchy surroundings there's a snap of a&lt;br /&gt;dried twig behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I twirl around, gulping breath as I find focus.&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkened skeletal branches red, firey, eyes&lt;br /&gt;are piercing my now chilled flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With undescribable fright, I scream! I close my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;hide them from further viewing with my clenched fists.&lt;br /&gt;Again, in haste, I find my footing. I swivel to my left, running.&lt;br /&gt;As I run away, low pine branches scratch and cut my face.&lt;br /&gt;I breathlessly try to leave before I am captured. I glance&lt;br /&gt;over my shoulder. The malevolent eyes...they've vanished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hidden rock jutting from the dried pine needles and fallen leaves&lt;br /&gt;trips me. I fall to the damp odorous forest floor.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of musty,&lt;br /&gt;decaying grasses and leaves permeates, entering my every pore.&lt;br /&gt;From fright, I don't know, but I lose consciousness,&lt;br /&gt;laying nearly face down on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Then, for maybe what was hour, or just minutes, I am awakened!&lt;br /&gt;A damp warm cloth is wiping across my scored face, bringing me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly opening my eyes, I see through the haze a white creature, with eyes&lt;br /&gt;reflecting red from the night's dim light at my face! As I labor to rise,&lt;br /&gt;the leaves and dried twigs have a muted sound now, and I watch it run from me.&lt;br /&gt;My muddled senses and quiet thudding of hoofbeats tell me it is a horse....white, and ghostly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I find balance, I once again hurriedly&lt;br /&gt;try to escape the heavy and dangerous canopy from above.&lt;br /&gt;I look up for an assurance of the moonlight to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;The glow of the autumn moon is faint. The color of a ripe pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;A brisk gust of wind hums through the boughs and I am startled.&lt;br /&gt;I feel deep regret of such a venture on such a night.&lt;br /&gt;I pick up my pace, glancing down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;My bare feet are streaked with small cuts and covered with my own dried blood.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving this retched place, going back home to its warmth would be oh so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue, inhaling and exhaling with a little more ease with each step out.&lt;br /&gt;Every sound I hear is magnified in my horror.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I caught myself thinking...this forest, I don't recall&lt;br /&gt;it being so deep, so vast.&lt;br /&gt;I must leave this wood, get out in the wheat fields, and do it now...&lt;br /&gt;get out...and get out fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes pass like hours!&lt;br /&gt;Moonrays from the orange orb overhead grow darker.&lt;br /&gt;The witching hour is near.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lost and quite abandoned, I cut through the trees&lt;br /&gt;at a fork in the forest's growth.&lt;br /&gt;Movement of the branches stop...no breeze!&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the way, stillness becomes deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on a jagged stump of a fallen oak. Aching. Tears of exhaustion and&lt;br /&gt;anxieties drop from my eyes onto my muddied chiffon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From behind me, deeper into the darkness, I hear a spine chilling scream.&lt;br /&gt;No where to go, but run! Run as fast as my achy legs and bloodied feet can&lt;br /&gt;carry me. Out from this terror!&lt;br /&gt;As I run, the woods become blacker. Mist begins to fall around me. Dampness.&lt;br /&gt;I was a lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;I knew not where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, voices I hear. Happy voices!&lt;br /&gt;Not far from me.&lt;br /&gt;Again I stand and listen. Yes! I hear them,&lt;br /&gt;just over the hill, somewhere near me.&lt;br /&gt;I step up my cantor and traipse on.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a clearing in the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog of the night, surrounds my soul as I leave&lt;br /&gt;the darkness of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Listening through the misty grayness of night&lt;br /&gt;the voices again come to my ear.&lt;br /&gt;With each step, laughter &amp; sounds grow clearer and more distinct.&lt;br /&gt;I must be near town, at last heading to the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the drizzle, they call me.&lt;br /&gt;An iron gate soon appears.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, human voices. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;As I step through the black gate, figures appear!&lt;br /&gt;At last! I'm safe. In the company of friends!&lt;br /&gt;They know me, for they all call me. Call out my name.&lt;br /&gt;Groups of friends gather 'round.&lt;br /&gt;Their features still not distinct, I feel a warm glow in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I begin to retell my tale, some move in closer&lt;br /&gt;to listen, to console me.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it hits me. The smell of dead flesh!&lt;br /&gt;This is no party! I've entered a graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forms now become visible. Friends? No!&lt;br /&gt;They're certainly not mine. They're walking dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reversing my steps, I leave in a rush. Some chase after, beckoning me.&lt;br /&gt;The fields are now damp with moisture. Sticking to me as I run.&lt;br /&gt;The light from the moon has disappeared with the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Black is the night. Thunder rolls in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;What was beauty at dusk, now seems deadly, treacherous.&lt;br /&gt;Blades shredding my chiffon as I run.&lt;br /&gt;I did not know the direction I headed! Just putting distance between me and the dead, I felt I could survive this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightening flashes closeby. With the iridescent light, I saw a structure.&lt;br /&gt;A house! Within, lights glowed golden through the night, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;with it carrying friendship and guidance homeward.&lt;br /&gt;Each step I take takes great effort. I am tired and want to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be home. Safe on such a haunting evening. Behind my own doors.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps these fine folk will be able to direct me home.&lt;br /&gt;Flashes of lightning again show me the way. Yet, somehow the storm&lt;br /&gt;quickly subsides. A calmness in the night. Lunar beams reappear.&lt;br /&gt;Exhaustion nearly overcomes me as I step through what was once a&lt;br /&gt;wooden gate. I step nearer. The house glows in the darkened night.&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin orange as the harvest moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collapse when I reach the delapidated steps to the entry door.&lt;br /&gt;As I fall onto the wooden slats, I realize the apparitions that seem to&lt;br /&gt;float around the house....I look to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;At the top cupola, a faint bluish glow flies through the night air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awaken in familiar surroundings. I vaguely remember the happenings, though still lingering. I step from my&lt;br /&gt;bed, searching for clues. My ivory flesh upon my feet are not scarred, nor any evidence of cuts.&lt;br /&gt;My dress made of chiffon, thrown over the chairback is clean and lacking any torn parts.&lt;br /&gt;I search upon my image in the mirror, nothing. Was all this just a dream? Or, did it happen somehow?&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on my door brought me around from my trance.&lt;br /&gt;Mother comes in carrying my silken slippers!&lt;br /&gt;"These were found down by the old graveyard this morning. Dagger, our ol' mut musta drug them off...."&lt;br /&gt;She says as she drapes them over the victorian bedpost.&lt;br /&gt;Last evening was All Hallow's Eve,&lt;br /&gt;with an orange October Moon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written, published and copyrighted by ~&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wystful 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999&lt;br /&gt;All rights reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;~&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sunday afternoon, I had the privilege of meeting an online friend that I had known only through emails and online groups.  She and her hubby had decided to come down the Port A for a weekend fishing trip.  Well, if you know Texas, Port A is just about 15-20 miles from where I live in Corpus Christi.  Being that it was cold and rainy, they called and decided to take a drive to Corpus Christi and we met!  Finally!  And what a wonderful pleasure to meet them!  We talked and talked - over two hours, and got to know each other personally!  I want to thank them for making the special side trip to come and visit with me!!!  You made my dark, stormy, cold, gloomy Sunday afternoon filled with sunshine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116091592748542035?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116091592748542035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116091592748542035' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116091592748542035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116091592748542035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/with-halloween-theme-and-my-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116151951577716158</id><published>2006-10-22T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:08:18.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finished the repainting in the master bedroom!!  It was a lot of climbing up a 16 foot ladder and down and up and up and down -- 20' ceilings in this room!!  I went and picked out a color from the new wallpaper that I put up a couple of weeks ago--the wallpaper is wine, dark forest green, beige with a copper metalic finish---the masterbedroom walls are now Black Raspberry Rhapsody--a dark wine color!  We went from white walls to deep burgundy color.  Quite a change.  Stark, but so dramatic.  I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/bdrm_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/bdrm_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/after_bdrm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/after_bdrm4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116151951577716158?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116151951577716158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116151951577716158' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116151951577716158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116151951577716158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-finished-repainting-in-master.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116093114810963620</id><published>2006-10-21T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T05:32:32.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - DREAMING&lt;br /&gt;(or in this case, a nightmare *&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;be warned&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're in a bad nightmare!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/nightmare.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/nightmare.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me under there!  We're home, getting ready to drive to my folks house for a Halloween dinner.  I probably gave my mother bad dreams that night!!! (this was way back in the 70's)  But, she knew me and my antics....and yes, if you're wondering, I DID drive with it on.  A lot of people had costumes on and masks around town on Halloween, made it so fun, once---when things were 'safer'.  These days?  I wouldn't be caught even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about doing it....I'm sure there would be a lockup with me in the slammer...or someone shooting at me.  Amazing what a 'turn around' in just 3 or so decades.  And one more thing...I didn't scare any kids (my kids love it, and still do), so no worries... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still I'm working on the one room...should have it done by the end of the weekend! -- Have a great Saturday!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116093114810963620?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116093114810963620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116093114810963620' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116093114810963620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116093114810963620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturday-photo-hunt_21.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116125356068647010</id><published>2006-10-19T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T06:08:37.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day, when I went to Sherwin Williams to pick of the special ordered paint mixture for our master bedroom, came home...and what to my wondering eyes should appear?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something shocking!  Normally, they sleep in their own separate little areas-------Tahoe, the black one, is usually found in the bedroom sleeping on the pillows.  Winston, the white one, most always is found all curled up on one of the dining room chairs.  But that day?  Well, I'll just post the picture.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/TNW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/TNW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a blog moment or what?&lt;br /&gt;(still again, I'm working on the restyling of our bedroom!  Won't be around today either)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116125356068647010?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116125356068647010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116125356068647010' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116125356068647010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116125356068647010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/other-day-when-i-went-to-sherwin.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116100416622794246</id><published>2006-10-18T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:19:52.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY &amp; more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/Halloween11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/Halloween11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, another Halloween Quiz for you---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HALLOWEEN SYMBOL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumpkin. And an evil one at that. Nobody expected that did they? Well, youre sick of being judged and you have a message for people: they think they know you but they dont! You my evil pumpkin friend, have the element of surprise. So use it well.....&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/charlottecultt/quizzes/What+Halloween+symbol+are+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116100416622794246?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116100416622794246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116100416622794246' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116100416622794246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116100416622794246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/wordless-wednesday-more.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY &amp; more'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116109036788550319</id><published>2006-10-17T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:10:59.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ADDED- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;News flash:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;According to the American Census Bureau, USA's population hit the 300,000,000 mark on 7:46 a.m. today (Tuesday).  No big deal right?  Just more cars on the highways eventually!!!  The population hit 200,000,000 in 1967 --now &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was a good (memorable) year&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks go to &lt;a href="http://maremag.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mar&lt;/a&gt; for directing me here.  Believe me, when she told me it was difficult, I must agree!  I reset several times.  "phew" ---now I gotta go roast the pumpkin seeds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.pyzamflash.com/apps/pumpkin.swf?theuser=de1161087334296" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/"&gt;Carve your own pumpkin at pYzam.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116109036788550319?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116109036788550319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116109036788550319' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116109036788550319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116109036788550319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/added-news-flash-according-to-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-115912699982737629</id><published>2006-10-17T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T06:26:49.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT HALLOWEEN FIGURE ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/T1000/1067029289_DNiceHalloweenMummy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Aww...what's wrong? You seem to be feeling down. Hopefully it's only for today. You like to hide from people and just be away in your 'sarcophagus.' You would rather be left alone 'under your wraps' and not interact with anyone. You don't like to share your feelings with people. Who knows what causes this, but cheer up...at least a little bit. There's no use in feeling bad all the time. You'll be missing all the good stuff while in the darkness. Have a Happy Halloween, my Wrapped Friend =)&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/T1000/quizzes/What+Halloween+Figure+Are+You%3F+%28MANY+RESULTS+WITH+SIX+ALL+NEW+ONES%21%21%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115912699982737629?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115912699982737629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115912699982737629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115912699982737629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115912699982737629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-halloween-figure-are-you-aww.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116101346603328601</id><published>2006-10-16T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:39:14.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/LL_card.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/LL_card.7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because---&lt;br /&gt;They tried vacuum cleaners, and couldn't get the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suckers&lt;/span&gt; off the ground!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is a 'snail mail' card I rec'd from my Witch in Arms the other day---I made a special place for it as part of our centerpiece on the dining table!!  Thanks &lt;a href="http://blowing-in-the-wind.blogspot.com"&gt;L L.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--go check out her newest entry in her blog too!!)  You have made my Halloweens so much fun by being a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116101346603328601?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116101346603328601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116101346603328601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116101346603328601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116101346603328601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-115978773950014703</id><published>2006-10-16T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:20:55.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favorite Witch in Arms has come through again!&lt;br /&gt;She's made me smile and giggle&lt;br /&gt;with a card that brings truth: &lt;br /&gt;through the years -- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's noted that the young at heart&lt;br /&gt;be they young or old&lt;br /&gt;have fun on this hallowed eve&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy friendships near and far apart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks L L, the card is purrrrfect!!  You made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v13/Wystful1/LL_halloween.gif" width="384" height="312"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(resized)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt; ~&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/witchball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/witchball.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;, here is their explanation of 'witch balls'----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A witch ball is a hollow sphere of plain or striated glass hung in cottage windows in 18th century England to ward off evil spirits, witch's spells or ill fortune. Later, they were often posted on top of a vase or suspended by a cord (as from the mantelpiece or rafters) for a decorative effect. Witch balls appeared in America in the 19th century and are often found in gardens under the name "gazing ball". However, "gazing balls" contain no strands within their interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to folk tales, witch balls would entice evil spirits with their bright colours; the strands inside the ball would then capture the spirit and prevent it from escaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witch balls sometimes measure as large as 7 inches (18 cm) in diameter. The witch ball is traditionally, but not always, green or blue in color and made from glass (others, however, are made of wood, grass, or twigs instead of glass). Some are decorated in enameled swirls and brilliant stripes of various colors. The gazing balls found in many of today's gardens are derived from the silvered witch balls that acted as convex mirrors, warding off evil by reflecting it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they look similar to the glass balls used on fishing nets, witch balls are often associated with sea superstitions and legends. In the Ozark Mountains, a witch ball is made from black hair that is rolled with beeswax into a hard round pellet about the size of a marble and is used in curses. In Ozark folklore, a witch that wants to kill someone will take this hair ball and throw it at the intended victim; it is said that when someone in the Ozarks is killed by a witch's curse, this witch ball is found near the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern Christmas ornament ball is descended from the witch ball. According to an ancient tale, the ornament was originally placed on the tree to dispel a visitor’s envy at the presents left beneath the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship Balls are another variation of witch balls, often given as gifts of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word witch ball was probably a corruption of watch ball because it was used as a guard of evil spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A witch ball also refers to a party held by witches, where people are invited to dress up in Pagan costumes and celebrate&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115978773950014703?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115978773950014703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115978773950014703' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115978773950014703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115978773950014703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-favorite-witch-in-arms-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116091408885833537</id><published>2006-10-15T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T09:53:10.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;NEWS REPORT&lt;/b&gt;:  Last night, beloved country singer, Freddy Fender - died at his home in Texas---after battling cancer.  "Vaya Con Dios!!!"  "Go with God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask:  "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do I or have I ever worn masks on Halloween&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer below--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of masks are more than likely as far back as the Stone Age.  Uses are more than Halloween of course, like the role of the social user, or religious uses, burial uses, ones used to commerate the dead family members worn by others, even theraputic uses.  Masks are used in festivities like the Mardi Gras, or in theatrical uses.  As you can see, they're not only in use during Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when I get ready to great the kids, I usually (I say usually, 'cause at times I have worn masks) just have myself made up.  Much more fun.  And kids love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example.  "Come on in!!  Sit a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spell&lt;/span&gt;!!" --- Y'all come back now, 'hear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/Me_hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/Me_hall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me many october moons back!! Ready for Halloween and Trick or Treaters, a toothless hillbilly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116091408885833537?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116091408885833537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116091408885833537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116091408885833537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116091408885833537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/news-report-last-night-beloved-country.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116066561906538459</id><published>2006-10-14T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:08:23.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - - LOST&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/LOST.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/LOST.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the Halloween theme for the month, this photo is from the  Parade of &lt;u&gt;Lost&lt;/u&gt; Souls in Canada, held annually, on October 31st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116066561906538459?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116066561906538459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116066561906538459' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116066561906538459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116066561906538459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturday-photo-hunt_14.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116077072358744923</id><published>2006-10-13T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T07:27:54.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this will remain on top for a while, newer entries will be found below...lovingly &lt;/span&gt;~Wystful 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a wonderful, loving friend online for years.  Her name is Lisa!  She and I have been "Witches in Arms" for years.  And, we've had a blast being secret friends, emailing, being good ol' girls brewing a good mixture of fun, being young at heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both love Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days of web sites?  Well, ya--they were a 'fad' some time ago.  Learning html together and updating our personal sites.  Now, of course, it's blogging that is the newest trend online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, we remain friends...and Witches in Arms.  Lisa's site has won several awards, and my site is still up online also.  We both have special Halloween pages too.  We both have our special little graphic that directs visitors to each other's Halloween pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa's is &lt;a href="http://www.ladylisasworld.com/witchiteria/witchiteria.html"&gt;Witchiteria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/wystful_1/Halloween/allhallowseve.html"&gt;October Moon©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I found a cute pair of small witches (with arms connected as in Witches in Arms) and it reminded me of Lisa and myself so much, at a knick knack store, I had to purchase the pair!!  It was like, telling me something!  Screaming "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lisa, Lisa"  "Wystful, Wystful"..."take us home&lt;/span&gt;"!!!  I've only been able to find the pair.  But each year I continue my search for another couple --and, when I do, Lisa, they're yours!!!  In the meantime, I want to share my pair that I bring out every year to remind me of you, Lisa, and our lasting friendship!!  Notice they have their 'arms' entwined.  (The photo was taken yesterday, right here at my computer.  I opened both of our Halloween sites so we have another memory of just the two of us!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/WIA_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/WIA_B.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I imagine you can click on the image to view a larger photo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116077072358744923?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116077072358744923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116077072358744923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116077072358744923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116077072358744923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-will-remain-on-top-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116073727059421600</id><published>2006-10-13T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:55:52.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY'S FEAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/img_recipe_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/img_recipe_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridaysfeast.blogspot.com"&gt;Dine HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!  Beware, today is Friday the 13th!  Be safe---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately how many hours per week do you spend reading other blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Normally, on any given day, I spend about 3 or 4 minutes reading a blog and signing comments---and go to perhaps 4 or 5 blogs per day on average, except for Saturday Photo Hunt. So with that day included, maybe an average of 3-4 hours a week of blog reading.  And I do want to shorten that time eventually.  I spend way too much time online these days ---just sitting.  And that's not good for me, personally and health-wise&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your community wants everyone to give one thing to put into a time capsule. What item would you choose to include?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I would have to take a lot more time than just now to figure out what I would donate/contribute.  I'm thinking it would have to represent ME and my interests in life, and that it would show others in the future what it was like on earth at such and such time.  So, with those considerations, I wouldn't know off-hand what I would choose.  It would take more than a week even--to figure out what I would add.  Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most interesting tourist attraction you've ever visited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, we have traveled more than others, but not as much as some.  The one trip that comes to my mind right now is a trip to Disneyland.  Why?  'Cause it was free...all expenses paid.  I won the trip through a contest.  Then, another trip that I just thought of was a couple weeks on the island of Oahu!  In Hawai'i!  We went all over the island.  And I mean ALL over!!  We went on a Polynesian excursion, Chinaman's Hat, up one coast to the other side....saw Richard Chamberlain, Pearl Harbor along with the Arizona Memorial and the royal palace of the King.  OH!!  And climbed the mountain----Diamondhead.  And our friend who lived there had so many 'untouristy' spots to go to that we even found an 'out of the way' place that sold T-shirts that say "I climbed Diamondhead".  Believe me, when you are from the drier area of USA and go climb that with the humidity--- torture!  (But ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the view from the top.  All sides!!)  And seeing the lava flows, flying over the islands at night, from an airplane, was a sight!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could give an award to anyone for anything, who would it be and what would the award be titled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL....who knows.  I'm really not much on accolades at all.  Each and every individual excels in talents/accomplishments.  I like to praise friends who have done outstanding things, but to give awards?  Nah....&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; deserves something for what they do---now, even thinking on the negative term here, a just reward of jail time can also be considered if the one that is awarded this has done something his/her peers consider it worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!!  I know one individual----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it...how 'bout Santa!!!  All the work he and his elves do all year long to prepare for the one special day in the year?  And he rarely gets anything.  Ya, a reward for Santa!!!  ONE HUGE GIANT cookie shaped like a golden award cup. And the title?  "Making Kids Happy Award"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;What do you think your favorite color reveals about your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well, purple.  And purple is the color of royalty.  So, that tells you I can be a royal pain in the posterior!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116073727059421600?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116073727059421600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116073727059421600' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116073727059421600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116073727059421600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/fridays-feast_13.html' title='FRIDAY&apos;S FEAST'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116068258886864326</id><published>2006-10-12T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:52:09.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...so, I found a bit of extra ambition today.  *shock*  And I began to (notice, I said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;began&lt;/span&gt;!) to clean out the refrigerator.  Way back, close to the back wall of the inside I found a carton of cottage cheese that was outdated.  And dumb o' me---I opened it.  Boy, was it cultured!  Green fuzzy stuff all over.  So, gagging, I tossed it, closed the refrigerator door, and said to hubby "I think today we need to get some of our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; culture!"  Off we went!  In our city, there was a grand opening of a new wing to our art center.  To avoid the crowds, we decided to wait and go see it during the week instead of the weekend.  Today, it was culture time for us 'hillbilly hicks'.  I actually remembered to take my camera.  I had a hunch that cameras were not allowed, but I took it in with us anyway.  Of course they had stated "No photography allowed" when we entered.  Aha!!!  But, but-------I learned how to turn off the flash, right?  Remember?  Ha!!  And I even remembered how to do it.  *more shock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we enter the first gallery.  Great stuff there.  I'm getting all kinds of satisfactory culture here.  (Now, to be honest, I'd much rather go to an art museum as I love all kinds of art---but, hubby?  No way José!  He'd much rather be at a sports event.)  Anyway, I'm traipsing around, ooooooing and ahhhhing at the fantastic art works on exhibit.  Oh ho!!--a nice little private alcove!!  And there isn't a security guard within sight!  I turn on my digital...there is one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; piece of sculpture that depicts our area of the country--more or less.  Still no guard.  I sneak up on the piece of art -- good lighting here in the room!  What luck!  I focus, make sure the flash is off, and I clicked away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I didn't want to push my luck.  Hubby surely would have said he didn't know me if I got caught and kicked out.  hehehehe---yes sir!  He wouldn't recognize me in the least!!  Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to make the long story a bit shorter--we spent a couple of hours in there today.  They even had a great Frederick Remington Bronze in the Native American gallery.  Some great displays of ceramics, oils, watercolors, graphite sketches.  Oh and some really weird stuff called art...but I never could figure out those kinds---makes one wonder what they're &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; when working on their 'masterpieces', ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooooo, afterwards, we walked around the downtown center where the museums and auditoriums and stuff like that are, today.  Then for a treat, we took ourselves to Texas's own two story hamburger joint -- Whataburger (Oh ya...that reminds me--in the photography gallery there was one HUGE, blown up picture of the infamous soft drink cup---the photo title?  "Whatacup"!!  Clever, huh?  No?  Guess you had to be there to appreciate it.  And maybe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; their burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I could gab more, but I best get to the photos (the one from inside that I wasn't supposed to take too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/ships_cleat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/ships_cleat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we tie up our vehicles!  Ha!!  Actually this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; where we park --it's a boat/ship docking area.  The photo is a ship cleat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/ship_channel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/ship_channel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the art museum is right on the port's ship channel, this is a view through the windows of the museum (lots of pretty scenery open to the human eye through the windows here!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/bronze_steer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/bronze_steer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bronze statue of Texas's famous Longhorns is at the museum's entryway. (I have placed the photo I took of the title in the insert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/crystal_vase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/crystal_vase.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is the piece of sculpture that caught my eye, and the one that I just had to have a picture of---regardless of the consequences.  It's a piece of blue uncut, pure, crystal.  Hand carved.  Oh so pretty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/bankcenter_fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/bankcenter_fountain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fountain just outside the museum, the building in the background is called the Bank Center/Selena Auditorium.  It's actually 4 buildings in one, and all the concerts, rodeos, ummmmmmmm, 'cultural' things happen here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what tomorrow will bring-maybe I'll see what else is in the refrigerator that is of some unknown substance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116068258886864326?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116068258886864326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116068258886864326' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116068258886864326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116068258886864326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116056700313483731</id><published>2006-10-11T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:28:41.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This e-card from my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Witch in Arms&lt;/span&gt; is so cool, I wanted to frame it and put it up with my 'memories'--it even has my name on the headstone...hope that isn't an indication here.  LOL.  Thanks, you know who you are!!!&lt;br /&gt;You make my Halloween a lot of fun each year, for what....maybe 6 years now?  Awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/WIAcard.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/WIAcard.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116056700313483731?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116056700313483731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116056700313483731' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116056700313483731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116056700313483731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-e-card-from-my-witch-in-arms-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116050605863660880</id><published>2006-10-10T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T06:43:47.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am just about finished after four days of tearing wallpaper and re-doing the 3 room area off the master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shot before---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/before4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/before4.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange" size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AFTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/after12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/after12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/after14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/after14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/after11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/after11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/after2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/after2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/after10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/after10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the new wallpaper is embossed, and has a coppery shading to it...-as you can see in the shower room when the artificial light is on--it turns copper!!  It's beautiful, it now has a rich warm glow to the room!!!)  And the color theme is wines, lavendars, dark forest greens and beige--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116050605863660880?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116050605863660880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116050605863660880' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116050605863660880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116050605863660880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-just-about-finished-after-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116004763355514624</id><published>2006-10-07T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:28:31.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;Grab the Photo Hunt code.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the &lt;a href="http://tnchick.com/pshunt"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;. Visit participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS WEEK'S THEME - -SLEEPING&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and sticking with my month's theme of Halloween, I have a photo of "someone" in a permanent sleeping position!!  *witch's cackles*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our dining table's 'centerpiece' this year.  The coffin is actually a purse I found years ago.  I cut off the handle and hot glued a couple of plastic black spiders at the cut marks to cover the evidence.  Placed a small skeleton inside with the coffin's lid ajar.  It's placed on a bloody red silk scarf and on each side (not shown) are red candles that drip when lit---along with spider webbing and a couple of spiders--stretched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; the candles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/SPHsleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/SPHsleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;I'm going to be MIA for about a week starting Saturday.  Redecorating the master bathroom!  (Three separate rooms -- the vanity room, the walkin closet just off the vanity---and the shower room.  All divided by walls and yet viewable from all rooms.)  Tearing out old wallpaper, replacing it with new.  A whole new color scheme that is my taste, finally.  We've lived in the house now nearly two years, and well---I've not liked the bathrooms' decor.  It's about time I get my color choice!  rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy week to you Saturday Photo Hunters!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116004763355514624?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116004763355514624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116004763355514624' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116004763355514624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116004763355514624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturday-photo-hunt.html' title='SATURDAY PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116010487720597161</id><published>2006-10-06T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:21:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY'S FEAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Appetizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a song you know by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh so many! To name a couple --  The hymn, "Old Rugged Cross" -- the Christmas Carol -"O Holy Night".&lt;br /&gt;(I love music, and I love to sing!  --When I was a teen in catechism, I sang "O Holy Night" for our church's Christmas program--scared to death, but it went well.  Really, I can't remember much of it I was so nervous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you absolutely not do in front of another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Golly...gee, *shuffing feet* -- Again, so many answers to this.  And I won't divulge my first instinct in answering this!!  (That's my final answer, I'm sticking to it!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you use mouthwash and what kind do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rarely.  I don't like it.  Main reason, gargling makes me gag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Main Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish this sentence: I am embarrassed when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...I make a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last food you craved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was just talking about this....Now, that's eerie.  But I would dearly love to have a bowl of ice cream with hot fudge and pecans!!!  Anybody wanna hop in the car with me and go to Dairy Queen?!!!  *grabbing the car keys*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116010487720597161?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116010487720597161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116010487720597161' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116010487720597161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116010487720597161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/fridays-feast.html' title='FRIDAY&apos;S FEAST'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116006389750300830</id><published>2006-10-06T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:30:16.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween FUN FOR KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday's Feast below&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on the 'net once and thought it'd be fun to share with y'all who enjoy or decorate for Halloween; and have young kids, or perhaps like me, "a kid at heart" when it comes to having a house full of decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may think I'm a bit crazy and eccentric when it comes to decorating, but it gives me a change of pace around the house, I love to take all I have out of the boxes each year and enjoy the celebrating.  Be it for Halloween, Christmas, Thanksgiving, St. Pat's Day or whenever.  I enjoy it.  The crafts and the decorating makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's a "Yarn Bug" made from, of course, yarn and much more but all very inexpensive.  If you don't have the necessary objects, you can always find something else around the house that will work out just fine.  Afterall, it's supposed to be fun.  Use your imagination--(perhaps in place of the 'jiggly eyes' you could knot white yarn into a small pom pom and dab a bit of black paint for the pupil.  The imagination is endless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU NEED&lt;br /&gt;     Orange and Neon Green Yarn&lt;br /&gt;     Pattern for Witch Hat (below-again, size is up to you)&lt;br /&gt;     Black Craft Foam&lt;br /&gt;     Black Foam Feet&lt;br /&gt;     Two Wiggle Eyes -- 20mm&lt;br /&gt;     1/2" Neon Green Pompom&lt;br /&gt;     2-1/2" Styrofoam Ball&lt;br /&gt;     5" Square of Cardboard&lt;br /&gt;     Tacky Glue and Clothespin&lt;br /&gt;     Scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a pompom by wrapping yarn around a 5" piece of cardboard at least 100 times. Mix colors or use all one color. Cut a 6" piece of yarn and slide it under wrapped yarn. Tie tightly into a double knot. Turn floppy over and cut completely through yarn on this side. Turn yarn blob sideways and smooth down strands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Styrofoam ball onto a hard surface to flatten bottom. (You can also use an egg carton section.) Cover the top and sides of the ball with tacky glue. Separate the strands of the pompom to fit the Styrofoam ball up inside. Press pompon into place. Arrange yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hat(you could use poster board or stiff paper...maybe even black felt instead of the suggested foam), staple, (or glue if you're using another item for hat other than foam) all around patterns onto craft foam. Cut out pieces. Glue the bottom of the Styrofoam ball on to the foam feet(again, you can use stiff cardboard for a foot that you cut out yourself and paint). Glue on eyes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For optional arms, cut the pipe cleaner in half. Glue on hands. Poke the pipe cleaners into the bug for arms. Bend at the elbows.&lt;/span&gt; Glue on the wiggle eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make another pompom out of orange yarn. Wrap it 50 times around the cardboard. Tie off and cut. Turn yarn blob sideways and smooth down strands. Separate the yarn and place it over the green yarn for hair. Trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glue hat into a cone. Using a clothespin to secure until glue dries. Run a bead of glue on the bottom rim of the cone. Glue it to the center of the circle. Let dry. Glue on a pompom nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAT Pattern ideas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/hat_pattern1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/hat_pattern1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product is thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/yarnwitch.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/yarnwitch.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, suggestions for other yarn bugs for Halloween,&lt;br /&gt;A ghost, Frankenstein, a pumpkin, a black kitty, a scarecrow...you name it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116006389750300830?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116006389750300830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116006389750300830' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116006389750300830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116006389750300830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-fun-for-kids-fridays-feast.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-116008689100649428</id><published>2006-10-05T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:29:46.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pssst&lt;/span&gt;....For Melli's eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melli, Melli, MELLI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist.  I've been thinking of some way I could show you the appreciation of the laughter you gave me while reading about your CURVES visit yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know me&lt;/span&gt;!  So, here it is!!----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem....clearing throat for my speech*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some of us go down in history books for many reasons, many famous people are known because of what they accomplish(ed).  In blogland, history is in the making...and you made history!!!"  And the reward here is a very &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;press&lt;/span&gt;tigious di&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STINK&lt;/span&gt;sion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v13/Wystful1/Melli_QUEENoFARTS.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-116008689100649428?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/116008689100649428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=116008689100649428' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116008689100649428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/116008689100649428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/pssst.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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-26231502.post-115999667589974563</id><published>2006-10-05T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:09:39.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does our little area of the coastal bend, Texas have a ghost?  Yes!  Indeedy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/blueghost1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/blueghost1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the ship Charly haunts is ironically called the Blue Ghost.  The &lt;a href="http://www.caller2.com/multimedia/cams/ghostcam/aboutlex.html"&gt;USS Lexington&lt;/a&gt;, now a museum, a vintage aircraft carrier from World War II was nicknamed "The Blue Ghost" by the radio propaganderer named the infamous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iva_Toguri_D%27Aquino"&gt;Tokyo Rose&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, permanently docked in Corpus Christi Bay, now a museum that anyone can board, she has had several ghost sightings by tourists and tour docents alike!  The local newspaper for the city, &lt;a href="http://www.caller2.com/multimedia/cams/ghostcam/main.html#"&gt;Caller Times&lt;/a&gt;, has an entire web site on the ghost and ship, and has placed a ghost cam that is ran and recording daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read her (USS Lexington - Blue Ghost) history, click on the link above.&lt;br /&gt;To view the ship's ghost cam any time, day or night -- &lt;a href="http://www.caller2.com/multimedia/cams/ghostcam/main.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman from Illinois, aboard the ship while taking a self guided tour, happened across Charly.  In her words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You know, I really did appreciate that knowledgeable young sailor down there in the engine room who gave us all that information on how the engines work." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal, a docent for the museum, who had gone up to the hangar deck to get coffee on a quiet Friday, had been in the engine room and knew no one else was there. So he probed her for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the seaman was 19 years old, maybe 20, and wore a white uniform. He had a slight limp to his left leg. He had memorable blue eyes. And he knew all about the engines, their horsepower and the use of steam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal, who had first shipped on the USS Lexington in 1959-60, checked out what she had learned. "This apparition told things about the engine that I don't even know," said Deal, who made the rank of airman on the Lexington and retired in 1976 as a catapult chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's fascinating because I'm one of these hard nuts to crack on something like this," said Deal, who judged the couple to be adamant about what they said and without reason to fabricate the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he ran to the engine room, calling "Anybody home?" and searched for a hidden uniform. He found nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about Charly, the ghost, &lt;a href="http://militaryhistory.about.com/od/navalwarfare/a/blueghost.htm"&gt;dare to step aboard&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/blueghost2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/blueghost2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around the ship many times walking the beach.  During the day and at night.  Tho, perfectly 'normal looking' in daylight, at night it is lighted--giving off a bluish, eerie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ghostly&lt;/span&gt; appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/wystful_1/Knocking.wav" autostart="true" height="5" width="5"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115999667589974563?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115999667589974563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115999667589974563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115999667589974563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115999667589974563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/does-our-little-area-of-coastal-bend.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-115991515109086706</id><published>2006-10-04T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:40:39.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/grimreaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/400/grimreaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115991515109086706?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115991515109086706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115991515109086706' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115991515109086706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115991515109086706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/wordless-wednesday_04.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-115988549026078192</id><published>2006-10-04T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:09:07.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished reading a novel based on a factual person...the first actress of film -- Florence Lawrence, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Biograph-Girl-William-J-Mann/dp/157566559X"&gt;The Biograph Girl&lt;/a&gt;" by, William Mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an excellent book.  From the beginning to end.  It spans over a century when a woman, in a nursing home, is discovered.  Or should I say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;discovered.  She is proclaiming to be the Biograph Girl.  Many twists, turns and life's events are depicted with clarity and accuracy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mann has done himself proud in my estimation.  The book is a page turner.  Kept my interests through the entire reading.  A fabulous ending.  The last chapter had me in tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone likes historical drama (and the written biographical works of Hollywood) that unfolds in a way of mystery and intrigue, this book is a good grab.  Many decades and quite a few very interesting characters are covered here, along with the flamboyant and grandiose 'star' of the book, the centenarian, Flo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a book that I found at the used bookstore that we frequent almost weekly for "finds and treasures"....entitled &lt;a href="http://www.readinggroupguides.com/guides/sally_hemings.asp"&gt;Sally Hemmings&lt;/a&gt;.  If you're into American History any, you may recognize the name.  If not, well -- Sally Hemmings was a slave.  Yet there is something special about her past.  She was the mistress of our 3rd president, Thomas Jefferson.  Years ago, it was proclaimed by DNA testing that her children were indeed sons of Mr. Jefferson.  Which inlies a subject that promises to hold my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/Hemmings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/Hemmings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, Sally Hemmings, is a novel by Barbara Chase-Riboud.  At the time of the printing in the late 1970's there was quite a 'stir' as to the unchecked, controversial, facts in which Ms. Chase-Riboud used for her work in writing the novel.  Yet, with today's science, the facts she used to base her book were proclaimed true and historical.  Tho the 'treasure' I found is a first edition, the book has been in reprint and you should be able to find it in paperback these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115988549026078192?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115988549026078192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115988549026078192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115988549026078192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115988549026078192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-finished-reading-novel-based-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26231502.post-115988176588998025</id><published>2006-10-03T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:22:51.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/boopuddingslg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/320/boopuddingslg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another simple recipe to make your trick or treaters enjoy their dinner before going out for the night for fun and games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADD the GHOSTS just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; serving!!&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, they'll be mushy and soft....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOSTLY Pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package instant chocolate pudding mix&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup marshmallow cream (warmed at room temperature for a while to make whipping easier)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups whipped cream or topping&lt;br /&gt;6 marshmallow ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Dessert cups...or stemmed glassware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare the chocolate pudding as directed on the box in a large bowl. Spoon a few tablespoons of the pudding into the bottom of each glass. In a medium bowl beat the marshmallow cream until smooth and it loses its stiffness. Fold the whipped cream into the marshmallow cream. Spread the marshmallow mixture evenly into the 6 glasses. Top with the remaining chocolate pudding. Cover and refrigerate until ready to serve. Add a ghost to each pudding before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 6 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation Time: 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Chilling Time: 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Total Time: 35 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115988176588998025?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115988176588998025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115988176588998025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115988176588998025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115988176588998025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-simple-recipe-to-make-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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-26231502.post-115982522609185988</id><published>2006-10-02T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:32:39.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/foundation_pier_system.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/200/foundation_pier_system.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!  I'm so happy ---well, pleased.  The foundation inspector came and inspected our house today.  All 4 sides!  He even came in and tested the garage floor --that part of the house is where I questioned.  You see, in Texas the ground is very much clay.  And it 'shifts' certain times of year.  If you don't keep the foundation wet (we have soaker hose going around the entire perimeter) the weight of the house tends to lean, sink down.  Which in turn your whole house may begin to sag and the walls collapse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even with the soaker hose going every other day for about a half hour, I noticed that the frame of the garage door area 'broke lose' from the brick!  And that is what you need to look for on the exterior.  (The interior of the home you need to watch for vertical cracks in the drywall--especially around corners but actually anywhere, and I've heard if nails become visible through the drywall, or doors don't latch well or stick!)  Anyway, I kinda became concerned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought the house was going to have to have a whole new 'face' lift!  And they do this by taking humungous &lt;a href="http://www.wallanchor.com/pier.htm"&gt;piers&lt;/a&gt; --digging down below the foundation and 'jacking' up the house to level again, and then hopefully you have been okayed to actually feel a bit more secure.  (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the garage floor was only 1/4 (a quarter) inch off level.  Going down to the exterior wall.  And the 'expert' says no need to panic.  That it was brought on by the drought.  If we do the soaker hose at night only for the alloted time we usually do, the clay will swell and bring the foundation back up!  As to the cracked frame of the garage?----that too is from the drought.  It just pulled away.  And hubby can fix it.  At least I think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of thousands of dollars in repair work for the piers, we're safe.  For now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS---this is the most weird dirt in the country!  *giggles*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I can completely concentrate on interior re-decorating then!  Yippee.  (Much more fun, in my book!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115982522609185988?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115982522609185988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115982522609185988' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115982522609185988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115982522609185988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-im-so-happy-well-pleased.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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-26231502.post-115970736376674383</id><published>2006-10-02T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T06:40:57.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/Halloween_fingercookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/200/Halloween_fingercookies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're creepy and they're spooky!  Freak out guests with these 'weenish cookies.&lt;br /&gt;(click for enlargement of photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies!!  I love these cookies!  Eerie, yummy.  And quite easy to make---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY FINGERS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yield: 5 dozen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup margarine (or butter, softened)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp almond extract&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 2/3 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup Almonds, whole blanched&lt;br /&gt;1 Tube red decorator gel&lt;br /&gt;(optional, not pictured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bowl, beat together margarine, sugar, egg, almond extract and vanilla. Beat in flour, baking soda, and salt. Cover, and refrigerate 30 minutes. Working with one quarter of the dough at a time, and keeping remainder refrigerated, roll heaping teaspoonful of dough into finger shape for each cookie. Press almond firmly into 1 end for a fingernail. Squeeze in centre to create knuckle shape. Using SHARP paring knife, make slashes in several places to form knuckle wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place on lightly greased baking sheets; bake in 325 degrees F (160C) oven for 20-25 minutes or until &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pale&lt;/span&gt; golden brown. Let cool for 3 minutes. (next step-OPTIONAL)Lift up almond, squeeze red decorator gel onto nail bed and press almond back in place while cookie is still warm, but cooled, so gel oozes out from underneath. You can also make slashes in the finger and fill them with "blood."&lt;br /&gt;(photo doesn't have the 'blood' effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove from baking sheets and let cool on racks. Repeat with remaining dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  I found this recipe online several years ago, of which I can't remember where.  Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115970736376674383?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115970736376674383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115970736376674383' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115970736376674383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115970736376674383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/theyre-creepy-and-theyre-spooky-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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-26231502.post-115970355277882067</id><published>2006-10-01T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T06:16:39.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh, today is the first day of October.  This month is my all time favorite month for so many reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooler temperatures at night, change of foilage, clearer skies, the rustle of leaves blowing in the wind, crisp air during the day, the fall fashions (sweaters and lightweight jackets), the odors of outdoors and inside with pumpkin scents along with decorating the house. Getting ready for------ Yes, Halloween!  (And, soon the two holiday seasons of Thanksgiving and Christmas will be here) But, this whole month my blog will be of Halloween things.  Memories, crafts, recipes, decorations, poetry, things like that!  So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have a couple of things.  Y'all know or recognize the description of the 'tree-top' santas or angels, right?  The conical shaped bodies?  Well, I've never seen witches like that - years ago that is (I see a few of them here and there now-but not when I wanted them.)!  In fact, I made two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.michaels.com/art/online/home"&gt;Michaels&lt;/a&gt; when we lived in Tucson, Arizona, and found the hard plastic cone shapes, went to the doll section there and found some old faces and hand body parts...plastic of course (we'll leave the real stuff to criminals and the like---*witch's cackles*).  And just scrap pieces of black velvet, 1/2 yard of halloween print materials, a bag of black spiders and extra thin purple ribbon.  Oh ya...and some mesh witchs' hats.  Miniature sized, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hot glue and the material, I molded and crafted for days!  (Hubby cleaned off two scraps of dowel from his workshop and stained them. Then, along with tree branch twigs sprinkled in glitter, I made the brooms!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they both are. (click on each individual witch for enlargement) The small candle 'tea lights' in front of them flicker and are battery operated for a little over a dollar each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/Halloween10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/200/Halloween10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/1600/Halloween4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6894/2203/200/Halloween4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow?  Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of Wystful.....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Muahhahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26231502-115970355277882067?l=wystful1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/feeds/115970355277882067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26231502&amp;postID=115970355277882067' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115970355277882067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26231502/posts/default/115970355277882067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wystful1.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahhhhhh-today-is-first-day-of-october.html' title=''/><author><name>Wystful1</name><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>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
