<?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-6892338388887963522</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:36:36.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Priss Follies</title><subtitle type='html'>"MISS PRISS FOLLIES" is an account of the life and times of a 51 year old empty nester. Come along and enjoy the upside down life of me. It is always busy and there is never enough time. Please excuse the crazy posts as I am suffering from terminal menopause. Enjoy your visit and leave something fun behind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1019332508866383806</id><published>2009-05-23T19:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:14:36.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brushes</title><content type='html'>After attending a digital class, taught by the best Diva, I am hooked on brushes. Mainly brushes because I know how to download and them use them. I can download anything but using it is another matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/ShiBL_IP-pI/AAAAAAAAAfA/wJVJxgdMM4A/s1600-h/010+web.jpg+DIG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339159401172302482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/ShiBL_IP-pI/AAAAAAAAAfA/wJVJxgdMM4A/s400/010+web.jpg+DIG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have longed to venture into the digital scrap booking world. I will always have to cut and paste, touch and feel. But beginning able to take my lap top and create anywhere is a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/ShiBLpzAQhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gNjqTVuAj6o/s1600-h/IMG_9677+web+DIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339159395446047250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/ShiBLpzAQhI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gNjqTVuAj6o/s400/IMG_9677+web+DIG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So all of that said. Enjoy the pictures with two digital frames and a brush to ink edges. This is so cool and a lot of fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/ShiBLTG0I2I/AAAAAAAAAew/aLlcMyi62XY/s1600-h/IMG_9660+web+DIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339159389355123554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/ShiBLTG0I2I/AAAAAAAAAew/aLlcMyi62XY/s400/IMG_9660+web+DIG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1019332508866383806?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1019332508866383806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1019332508866383806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1019332508866383806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1019332508866383806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/05/brushes.html' title='Brushes'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/ShiBL_IP-pI/AAAAAAAAAfA/wJVJxgdMM4A/s72-c/010+web.jpg+DIG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-5899153591512496556</id><published>2009-05-16T17:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:53:25.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through My Garden Gate</title><content type='html'>Some years my backyard is just okay but sometimes it is some what unbelieveable. It seems that God has graced me with that latter this year. When I take my girls out in the morning, I just stop and stare. Often they are waiting for me to go back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breded iris have been so beautiful. I have tried to grow these for many years. It was not until we took out some crepe myrtles that they really took off. I have one lilly that is called a lemon lilly. I do not know the latin name. My Granny gave it to me and said it came from the old Meriweather home place in Coweta county. It truly smells like lemons. My lambs ear is blooming with it's little purple flowers. Lambs ear is very special plant to me because it reminds me of a cocker spaniel's ear. It has that soft feel to it that I love. You can not beat the combination of my red knock out roses and the lime green spirea. They just go together. The little red knock out roses are such a hardy flower. They bloom from the first breath of spring until the cold, cold weather of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy with my little backyard. Click: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157618283667614/show/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157618283667614/show/&lt;/a&gt;, to step through my garden gate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-5899153591512496556?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/5899153591512496556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=5899153591512496556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5899153591512496556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5899153591512496556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/05/through-my-garden-gate.html' title='Through My Garden Gate'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3548324977909323841</id><published>2009-04-15T08:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:41:38.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Got To Get Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SeXZPIzp6_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/icNd6k_NHr8/s1600-h/DSCF2877+-+Copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324900988520885234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SeXZPIzp6_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/icNd6k_NHr8/s400/DSCF2877+-+Copy+web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I a so lucky to have a huge family. God has blessed me with two families who I love very much. My Mother gave me a wonderful step-father, a brother and two sisters. My Dad gave me a beautiful step-mother and three brothers. Could I have been any luckier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have some history, let me introduce the girls that I love to travel with. Back row l-r,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is my cousin by choice. She is so much fun and keeps us laughing. The question is what will she come up with next? Linda is also our medical provider and keeps us all healthy on our trips. She now carries super glue for replacing caps. Will not travel without you Linda Leigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen is my first cousin. Our fathers are twins. Being 8 or 9 years older, oh the memories I have of Karen. The best description is "She's a pistol". Karen is the quite comedian of the group. She loves to silently pester people, but she has such a light up smile. You just laugh with her. Right Linda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is Me. What can I say? I like to think that I am fun, kind, good-looking and all of the above. The thing I enjoy the most is the time I have with these people on our trips. I am very selfish. Do not intrude on our time together. We do not get to spend a lot of time together. When we are away it is just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Row L-R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Joyce is someone that I could strive to be more like. She has such a loving heart. Joyce is our care giver on our girl trips.  All of my life, I can not remember her without a smile. She is just a kind and caring soul. I love spending time with her. Out of the whole huge family that I have, Joyce is my only aunt.  Love you Aunt Joyce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but certainly not least is my Step-Mother Betty. She is such a beautiful women inside and out. It took me a long time to truly love her with all of my heart. Blended families can be hard but today we have a warm and caring relationship. I love to see the way my Father loves her. I long to have her strength and courage. Betty faces life's challenges daily through God's love. She is an example to the women in our family. Love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see why I love these women so much? We love to be together. We can laugh together, cry together, argue together and learn from each other. To me this is the definition of family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3548324977909323841?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3548324977909323841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3548324977909323841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3548324977909323841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3548324977909323841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-got-to-get-away.html' title='Girls Got To Get Away'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SeXZPIzp6_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/icNd6k_NHr8/s72-c/DSCF2877+-+Copy+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3380806643179516321</id><published>2009-04-13T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:22:13.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, There Is An Easter Bunny!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SeNkq3glebI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gth66BuN6A8/s1600-h/001+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324209872099965362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SeNkq3glebI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gth66BuN6A8/s400/001+web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes friends there is an Easter Bunny. My honey and I spent Easter week-end at our home in Florida. We live on a great street with a lot of friends. I just love it here. On Easter morning, I went out onto the porch with a cup of coffee in hand to enjoy the morning. God was truly glorious this morning. The sky was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; blue with puffy white clouds. There was a cool, gentle breeze and life was truly good. I decided to walk down to the dock and to my surprise in the flower boxes the Easter Bunny had left two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs. Both eggs contained a shinny new penny for good luck. This 51 year old women was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; as a little kid. Thank you Easter Bunny, (Peggy,Tommy,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sara Beth&lt;/span&gt;,Andy and Sarah). You bunnies made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if a sweet little bunny visited you. Happy Monday to all, have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3380806643179516321?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3380806643179516321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3380806643179516321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3380806643179516321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3380806643179516321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-friends-there-is-easter-bunny.html' title='Yes, There Is An Easter Bunny!!!!'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SeNkq3glebI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gth66BuN6A8/s72-c/001+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4280449372609372432</id><published>2009-04-12T12:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:50:51.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/flashing%20easter%20bunny" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="flashing easter bunny Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii224/butterflikissssez/easter_bunny_flasher.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I could not resist this bunny. It is to funny! Say a prayer and laugh with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4280449372609372432?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4280449372609372432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4280449372609372432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4280449372609372432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4280449372609372432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunny-funny.html' title='Bunny Funny'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6993265759766404317</id><published>2009-04-12T11:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:42:29.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/easter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Easter Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u149/Margie077/686116r9nt7lbk3w.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives! Our Lord and savior lives and walks with us daily. There is never a moment in our lives the our Lord does not look over us. On this beautiful Easter day give thanks for a risen Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because he lives, we can face tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter to you and your loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6993265759766404317?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6993265759766404317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6993265759766404317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6993265759766404317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6993265759766404317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/04/rejoice.html' title='Rejoice'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-9030389937806557534</id><published>2009-04-08T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:50:41.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya Road</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows how I love Maya Road. I love every product they have ever products and their blog. I get lots of ideas and fun project to add to my scrapbooking supplies. I could not resist adding the little monkey to my site. Maya Road is having a contest. Click on the link below and entry the fun.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mayaroad.typepad.com/mayaroad/"&gt;http://mayaroad.typepad.com/mayaroad/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-9030389937806557534?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/9030389937806557534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=9030389937806557534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9030389937806557534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9030389937806557534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/04/maya-road.html' title='Maya Road'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6850644614669122661</id><published>2009-04-08T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:20:56.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruzin' Cousins</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow blog friends. My blog has been silent for sometime . I have not had a lot to say. For those of you who know me, you will find that hard to believe. So a warm hello to those who may read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just returned from a 7 day Caribbean cruise with my StepMother, Aunt and two cousins. We had a blast. What a shock to come home from 80-85 degree weather to snow and the 30's. Burrrrrrrr  My cousins and I try to plan a girl trip about every six months. This is four to seven days of togetherness, fun, laughter and family time. We are all busy and rarely get to see each other out side of our trips. My beautiful Stepmother is fighting for her life in her battle of breast cancer. I pray each day that God will be with her and help her through. My aunt is the glue that holds us together. She is the Mama of the group and what would we do without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way click here to enjoy all the fun,  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157616394058285/show/"&gt;CARIBBEAN&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6850644614669122661?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6850644614669122661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6850644614669122661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6850644614669122661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6850644614669122661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/04/cruzin-cousins.html' title='Cruzin&apos; Cousins'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-5943502180698637464</id><published>2009-03-16T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:03:02.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sb7Lbrg1PuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wCtN4ew-RT4/s1600-h/059+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313908286741102306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sb7Lbrg1PuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wCtN4ew-RT4/s400/059+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just call me Orlando, the famous fisherman. I do think he was a fresh water fisher. My little love Dixie and I are in Fla. again. Work continues on our house with four contractor's scheduled to work tomorrow. But, my love here is the sun, water and any type of water sport. This was last week-end with my honey and I. He is not very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;patentice&lt;/span&gt; and has a hard time sitting still to fish. The weather was nice and it was a great day on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-5943502180698637464?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/5943502180698637464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=5943502180698637464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5943502180698637464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5943502180698637464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-call-me-orlando-famous-fisherman.html' title=''/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sb7Lbrg1PuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wCtN4ew-RT4/s72-c/059+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3574908932367904183</id><published>2009-03-07T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:30:10.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daffodowndilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SbKghnXq9zI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TrExgQFzcwk/s1600-h/007+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310483409987630898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SbKghnXq9zI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TrExgQFzcwk/s400/007+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAFFODOWNDILLY HAS COME TO TOWN, IN A YELLOW PETTICOAT AND A GREEN GOWN.                                                               2-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3574908932367904183?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3574908932367904183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3574908932367904183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3574908932367904183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3574908932367904183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/03/daffodowndilly.html' title='Daffodowndilly'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SbKghnXq9zI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TrExgQFzcwk/s72-c/007+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6130428314843343047</id><published>2009-03-05T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:08:22.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bird</title><content type='html'>My husband has nick names for everyone. Love ones, friends, employees, everyone he knows has a nick name. Even our 4-legged babies. My name has always been "Love Bird". Sometimes it has been shorten to "Bird" or "Bird is the Word". Any combination of Love Bird is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been at our home in Fla. since Monday and my honey is in Atlanta. He hates to be alone. We talk many times a day. Where are you? What are you doing? Have you done this? Have you seen this person? What does the house look like? Etc. Etc. Etc. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sa_oN9Vyq7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/TZGJG58RZUY/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_2055+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309717812195011506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sa_oN9Vyq7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/TZGJG58RZUY/s400/Copy+of+IMG_2055+Web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning while looking and reading my e-mails, I came across this message from my Honey.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(no subject)&lt;br /&gt;From:Fred Mortensen &lt;fmortensen@mortensenwoodwork.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:chrcsmrtnsn@aol.com' &lt;chrcsmrtnsn@aol.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2009 9:29 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THERE A LOVE BIRD OUT THERE? ANYWHERE, I LOST ONE………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Mortensen, CEO&lt;br /&gt;Mortensen Woodwork, Inc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sa_oN84MH5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/zv80Qj6rsQc/s1600-h/IMG_0151+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309717812070850450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sa_oN84MH5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/zv80Qj6rsQc/s400/IMG_0151+Web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What more can I say. Love you Honey. Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6130428314843343047?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6130428314843343047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6130428314843343047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6130428314843343047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6130428314843343047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-bird.html' title='Love Bird'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sa_oN9Vyq7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/TZGJG58RZUY/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_2055+Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3583236262450392407</id><published>2009-03-03T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:47:49.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm and Fuzzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sa2HXAnXISI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-qXkRpfnRsE/s1600-h/022+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309048365111517474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sa2HXAnXISI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-qXkRpfnRsE/s400/022+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have passed this sign many times as I,we have driven to Florida. It sneaks up on me when driving alone. Of course I always see it when drivings down with my Honey. He would think I was crazy if I asked him to stop. Honey would stop but still think I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the weird snow/thunder weather we had two days ago, I was off for another drive to the sunshine state.  This time I was ready. My trusty Canon 40D made the trip on the seat beside me. As I knew I was getting close I was on the look out. There it was up ahead and my car made it's way to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? It is cold here in the sunshine state but the sign did the trick for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3583236262450392407?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3583236262450392407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3583236262450392407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3583236262450392407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3583236262450392407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/03/warm-and-fuzzy.html' title='Warm and Fuzzy'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sa2HXAnXISI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-qXkRpfnRsE/s72-c/022+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1034967509109203319</id><published>2009-03-01T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:24:51.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss Good Morning</title><content type='html'>Please let me clear up one thing before I continue this post. My husband does sleep where Dixie is sleeping in the photo below. And no, we do not sleep with three dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SatPNucxkxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/AjXYuzH0o4g/s1600-h/009+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308423683011875602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SatPNucxkxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/AjXYuzH0o4g/s400/009+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We do however sleep with two. Dixie the little cocker and  Bella the little chihuahua. But when honey gets up in the morning all bets are off. Katie our lab crawls up on the bed and snuggles up close to me. She loves to put her head on my pillow. Normally I will tell them that it is not 8:00 and go back to sleep. The photo above show us sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SatPNCTtFqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/sGmFwM4ICEE/s1600-h/010+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308423671162672802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SatPNCTtFqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/sGmFwM4ICEE/s400/010+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see that Dixie has spotted the chewie on the table. It does not bother her that she is laying on my head. Katie can not be out done and needs to have a good look. Bella has to be the center of attention and get in between Katie and me. Once again I say "Go back to sleep, it is not 8:00 yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SatPNHNGajI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DQ4k1-eu3Vs/s1600-h/012+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308423672477149746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SatPNHNGajI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DQ4k1-eu3Vs/s400/012+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The alarm clock goes off and Katie gives me a big kiss. Time to get up Mom. What a great way to wake up in the morning. Honey is loving taking all the photos. And our day begins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1034967509109203319?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1034967509109203319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1034967509109203319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1034967509109203319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1034967509109203319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss-good-morning.html' title='A Kiss Good Morning'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SatPNucxkxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/AjXYuzH0o4g/s72-c/009+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6374299273927021864</id><published>2009-02-28T17:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:43:11.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish Upon A Star</title><content type='html'>Marlee has always been a little star. She was born 4 weeks early, weighing 4lbs. 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ozs&lt;/span&gt; and 18 inches long. My little princess was like a baby doll, her Mother was terrified. I asked myself what had I done? She moved and I jumped. We learned and grew together. Smart, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam4AO21cCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-3ze0UNUmGY/s1600-h/186+-+Copy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307975949960441890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam4AO21cCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-3ze0UNUmGY/s400/186+-+Copy+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loving, caring with a heart of gold. For the first 17 years of Marlee's life she was a dream. But some where along the path she lost her way. We thought she was young, immature. She would grow up. From the age of 18 to 26 Marlee was on a road of destruction. It was a slow road. We did not see it over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam3_8O2NKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/72gplNF6TCA/s1600-h/188+-+Copy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307975944960881826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam3_8O2NKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/72gplNF6TCA/s400/188+-+Copy+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It slowly built into a nightmare. Her Dad and I did not know if she would live or die. As a parent we were scared. I am so thankful that my dear Honey makes the money to get our princess the best help. For the last 5 months there have been a lot of struggles, a lot of tears, angry words spoken, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt;, fear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, lost but learning and healing. Our whole family has grown through all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam3_pL_PzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Dv5hvWL_uhA/s1600-h/173+-+Copy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307975939848617778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam3_pL_PzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Dv5hvWL_uhA/s400/173+-+Copy+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see through all the pictures, our old Marlee is back. There is a star in her eye. Stars have always been Marlee's favorite symbol. For once in her adult life Marlee is happy. She is still struggling with issues. Some of these things will be with her for the rest of her life. At the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of all of this I told her "This is truly the first day of the rest of your life." Our star is living one second, one minute, one day at a time. Each day is an accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam3_oxHJJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eU0KyYLuZck/s1600-h/167+-+Copy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307975939735889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam3_oxHJJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/eU0KyYLuZck/s400/167+-+Copy+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hang in there baby. Keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who are there to help you close. Set tiny goals and pat yourself on the back when you make them. It is such a great comfort to know that you are okay and happy. I love the song below and thought of it when I thought of our star today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes no difference who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything your heart desires&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will come to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your heart is in your dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No request is too extreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As dreamers do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fate is kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She brings to those who &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/disney-when-you-wish-upon-a-star-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweet fulfillment of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their secret longing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a &lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink1" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/disney-when-you-wish-upon-a-star-lyrics.html#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out of the blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fate steps in and sees you through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6374299273927021864?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6374299273927021864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6374299273927021864&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6374299273927021864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6374299273927021864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/marlee-has-always-been-little-star.html' title='Wish Upon A Star'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/Sam4AO21cCI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-3ze0UNUmGY/s72-c/186+-+Copy+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-9106070208796406525</id><published>2009-02-25T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:05:40.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An item that I have always wanted is a Macro len. After attending CPR  Conn. in October, I was really fired up to purchase one. Canon offered a class on macro's and how to use them. We were allowed to test shoot the 60, 100 and the 150 mm len. They also had all the different flashes that can be used with this len. I am a Canon user and have been for the last 25 years. In high school and in young adulthood I used a Pentax with numerous len. When Canon was on site with their product, I was in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaW4v8rK-1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/h0pwhI-njmM/s1600-h/015+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306850869806562130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaW4v8rK-1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/h0pwhI-njmM/s400/015+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On returning home, I spent time shopping on the inter-net for the best price for Canon's 100mm Macro lens. I had recently won money in Las Vegas and had saved it for the purchase of new camera equipment. I was like a kid in a candy store. My new treasure arrived and I was out the door to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaW4vcKItGI/AAAAAAAAAco/XGkRyBKzrNs/s1600-h/010+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306850861078066274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaW4vcKItGI/AAAAAAAAAco/XGkRyBKzrNs/s400/010+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hated it. I was so disappointed. I just wanted to sit down and cry. Every picture I took was out of focus. I had read reviews about the auto focus and they were suppose to be good. I purchased a mono-pod to use with no luck. At that time the lens was put away and ignored. I wanted to pretend that I did not own one. I pulled it out after Christmas to photograph some of my ornaments with little success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaW4uyRi8JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PbY6xUi-0mU/s1600-h/009+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306850849834856594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaW4uyRi8JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PbY6xUi-0mU/s400/009+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week at dinner, the Diva's and I were talking about Macro lens. My only comment was that I hated mine. All my photos are out of focus. I commented to Debra that she hand holds hers and her photos are great. Of course I was reminded that if I would use a Nikon my pictures would be great, also. I guess I am just to hard headed to change over to the dark side. I also have to many lens and accessories to switch. To debate the pros and cons of Nikon and Canon would take another post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day after a light shower, I pulled out my lens again. I wanted to photograph some of the spring flowers in my yard. Once again I had no luck. I was ready to toss my lens. I remembered something that the lady had said at CPR. She advised turning off the auto focus. "But I will focus my camera to my eyes." Oh no, I was told. When you are in focus a little green dot will flash in you camera. Pesto, this worked great. The photos above were taken with my 100mm macro lens, hand held. I was much happier with the results of this shoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few things that I have learned. First is slow down and take your time. I am not in a hurry to take my photos. Normally I would take the pictures and fix anything in Photoshop. But with this lens I need to take a little time. Second, with such a shallow depth of field I need to focus on what is the most important part of my photo. Third, hold my breath and push the shutter button. It is not really a lot to do to get great photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you have to think about when taking your photos? I am not always trying to photograph my 4-legged babies. This is a learning curve for me. I love instant perfection. I do not like to wait or not have something right the first time. Does anyone have any suggestions? Please do not send the merits of Nikon, I am a Canon user.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-9106070208796406525?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/9106070208796406525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=9106070208796406525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9106070208796406525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9106070208796406525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/item-that-i-have-always-wanted-is-macro.html' title=''/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaW4v8rK-1I/AAAAAAAAAcw/h0pwhI-njmM/s72-c/015+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-8512541663777351940</id><published>2009-02-24T19:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:36:12.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Girl Give Away</title><content type='html'>Our dear friend at Country Girl is giving away one of her beautiful prints. &lt;a href="http://http//chroniclesofacountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-giveawaywhy-because-i-like-them.html"&gt;http://http://chroniclesofacountrygirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-giveawaywhy-because-i-like-them.html&lt;/a&gt; click the link to see her great prints and enter for a chance to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-8512541663777351940?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/8512541663777351940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=8512541663777351940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8512541663777351940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8512541663777351940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/country-girl-give-away.html' title='Country Girl Give Away'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1477005392662911305</id><published>2009-02-22T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:25:47.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaIUM7BoKHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rhu_q8qNvdA/s1600-h/235+-+Copy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305825523231369330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaIUM7BoKHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rhu_q8qNvdA/s400/235+-+Copy+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does this look like a happy puppy? NO! Dixie is miserable without tennis balls in her life. For about three weeks, she has been limping on her front left leg. After the first trip to the Vet and numerous X-rays, Dr. Laurie said arthritis. Let her play and get plenty of exercise. That is what she needs. The exercise is good for her. One week of that and my sweetheart got worst. Dixie could not jump on the couch and did not want to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaIUMiaFDzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bRIm6eKFoDA/s1600-h/232+-+Copy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305825516623040306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaIUMiaFDzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bRIm6eKFoDA/s400/232+-+Copy+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second trip to the Vet to see Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mullis&lt;/span&gt;. He is an orthopedic specialist. Yes, she does have a little arthritis but since she is worst?? I think she has tendinitis. No exercise for two to six weeks. This is a very painful condition one that I have never had, but. It was suggested that we put Dixie in a crate and keep her on a leash outside. My little princess is not in a crate or leash but we are not playing with tennis balls. I am trying to get all of them put away. Just when I think they are  all hidden in the closet she comes up with another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be a long two weeks. We are only on day number two. It seems that the only thing I say to Dix is no. We have our fingers crossed that she will be better soon. And that ball restriction will only last for two weeks and not six.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1477005392662911305?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1477005392662911305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1477005392662911305&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1477005392662911305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1477005392662911305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-this-look-like-happy-puppy-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SaIUM7BoKHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rhu_q8qNvdA/s72-c/235+-+Copy+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4090147285093624084</id><published>2009-02-18T23:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:36:48.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Still In Kansas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZzce17Q_sI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aPHh02g7KMY/s1600-h/055+-+Copy.jpg+WEB"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304356883565444802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZzce17Q_sI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aPHh02g7KMY/s400/055+-+Copy.jpg+WEB" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Late yesterday afternoon was an eventful weather day in Fayette County.  At around 4:45 PM the severe weather warnings started playing on TV over and over again. The weather was beautiful outside. The girls and I had just come in from outside. I had worked in the yard  and played with my babies. By the time Honey came home the beautiful day was a different story. The sky was a very strange color and the warnings were coming more often. All of the sudden I heard something hitting the windows in our house at about the same time Honey said OMG come look at the size of this hail. We could not believe it. It was like baseballs hitting the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZzce8fmGnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kvjMiYfJebo/s1600-h/054+-+Copy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304356885328435826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZzce8fmGnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/kvjMiYfJebo/s400/054+-+Copy+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the hail storm was over, I retrieved some of these beauties from our yard. It only lasted a few minutes but this is what we got. In my 51 years, I do not think I have ever seen hail this big or the shape that it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZzcewGHo8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/n48phSkF4Fg/s1600-h/053+-+Copy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304356882000356290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZzcewGHo8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/n48phSkF4Fg/s400/053+-+Copy+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then wanted to know what is Hail? Of course it is frozen precipitation but what? Research revealed the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hail is a frozen form of precipitation generally associated with severe thunderstorms, especially those which form in advance of cold fronts. Large hail is also seen as an early indicator of an approaching tornadic storm cell, and hailstones themselves can cause significant damage to exposed structures and &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal! important; FONT-SIZE: 100%! important; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px! important; COLOR: #000080! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000080 0.07em solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent! important; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-hail.htm#" target="_blank" itxtdid="8048355"&gt;vehicles&lt;/a&gt;. There are also documented cases where people have been seriously injured or even killed as a result of a heavy hailstorm."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The size of the hail was a true indicator of tornado's in the area. And yes I do believe that this size hail could have easily killed someone. True also was that a cold front hit a warm front causing the bad weather. The tornado sirens continued to go off for some time and we had a lot of rain. Thankfully everyone I know and love was safe and sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was your weather like yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4090147285093624084?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4090147285093624084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4090147285093624084&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4090147285093624084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4090147285093624084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-we-still-in-kansas.html' title='Are We Still In Kansas?'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZzce17Q_sI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aPHh02g7KMY/s72-c/055+-+Copy.jpg+WEB' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6820862010743826502</id><published>2009-02-18T11:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:21:34.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZwyfSLzHfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/o3pekNmcIdg/s1600-h/019+-+Copy+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304169974174260722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZwyfSLzHfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/o3pekNmcIdg/s400/019+-+Copy+Web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is nothing better than Divas at dinner. We enjoy our drink of choice, talk, laugh and sometimes celebrate a Birthday. Of course it does not take much for us to celebrate. When the Divas are together it is a Celebration! I am so blessed to have such a great group of friends. The best reward of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; is my Divas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little princess, that Mimi is hogging, is the littlest Diva. We have decided that not only do we meet the first Sunday of the month, but two weeks after for dinner. Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Priss&lt;/span&gt; changes so much in two weeks. She is now a little butterball. You should see how fast Pam, Judy and I  jump when she makes a peep. Little one you will be the Queens some day. Maybe the magic wand will be fixed by then. If not you have the Divas to grant your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6820862010743826502?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6820862010743826502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6820862010743826502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6820862010743826502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6820862010743826502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/diva-dinner.html' title='Diva Dinner'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZwyfSLzHfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/o3pekNmcIdg/s72-c/019+-+Copy+Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-8362368651386858679</id><published>2009-02-15T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:48:44.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Things Must End!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZgbOIXIGpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ud9KzTpgSPo/s1600-h/529+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303018490805361298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZgbOIXIGpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ud9KzTpgSPo/s400/529+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All good thing must come to an end. My honey comes home today. He has been in Miami for the past four days. I have enjoyed 4 days of doing what ever I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. Are my PJs still on at noon or maybe more like 2:00? I have enjoyed myself. Now don't get me wrong. I have missed him dearly. I love this funny photo of my honey. There are two way to look at this. Is he my hunk of burning love or is he the devil in my life? Both can be a lot of fun. Have a safe flight home my darling. See you tonight. Love or Devil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-8362368651386858679?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/8362368651386858679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=8362368651386858679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8362368651386858679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8362368651386858679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-good-things-must-end.html' title='All Good Things Must End!'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZgbOIXIGpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ud9KzTpgSPo/s72-c/529+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1491048532509055880</id><published>2009-02-14T11:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:53:57.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooch for You!</title><content type='html'>Enjoy a big smooch from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1491048532509055880?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1491048532509055880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1491048532509055880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1491048532509055880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1491048532509055880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/smooch-for-you.html' title='Smooch for You!'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-9198879551699310799</id><published>2009-02-13T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:10:23.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIVFKpW5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/oSajnwxTG2M/s1600-h/Cruis"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302294032044088210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIVFKpW5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/oSajnwxTG2M/s400/Cruis%27in+with+Lisa+2-2007+132+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You guessed it. These are my traveling buddies. And yes we did rent a car to go to a scrap book store in Hawaii. Our ship was in port for two days. The second day was to shop and return to the boat for rest, relaxation and girl time together. I did hand over my camera to a stranger and ask him to take our picture. We were in heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIUyDz6WI/AAAAAAAAAaw/3eqkWYMoJVA/s1600-h/Cruis"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302294026915146082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIUyDz6WI/AAAAAAAAAaw/3eqkWYMoJVA/s400/Cruis%27in+with+Lisa+2-2007+214+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two years ago today, the four of us were on a scrapbook cruise with Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bearson&lt;/span&gt;. Eight days in the wonderful Hawaiian Island. We were in a different port every day. Our days were filled with fun and adventure. At night, we were busy scrapping. Now you tell me, what a better way to travel. This photo was taken from a helicopter. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIUiRpvDI/AAAAAAAAAao/NCkT17ZOnj8/s1600-h/Cruis"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302294022678232114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIUiRpvDI/AAAAAAAAAao/NCkT17ZOnj8/s400/Cruis%27in+with+Lisa+2-2007+175+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was on this cruise on Valentines Day 2007. My darling son was in school at Western Carolina in North Carolina. I had heard that they were getting snow and possibly snow in the Atlanta area. The morning of Valentine Day I called my son with the following message. "Good Morning Son. I am having coffee on the back of the ship, sitting in the sun and the weather is 80 degrees. Love you. Mom" On my return I received a call from him telling me he did not like my message. Poor baby was walking back and forth to class in 24 degree weather with snow. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perkie&lt;/span&gt; little message did not send him love. Poor Baby!!! Can you tell how upset I was??? Ha! Ha! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIUheSEJI/AAAAAAAAAag/DWskbUqkTHw/s1600-h/cruisin+w+lisa+3056+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302294022462771346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIUheSEJI/AAAAAAAAAag/DWskbUqkTHw/s400/cruisin+w+lisa+3056+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All dressed up and out on the town, with the rest of the cruise ship. This was Debra and Jamie's first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;luau&lt;/span&gt;. We had a great time and enjoyed the entertainment. None of us wanted to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe one day my honey and I can sell everything and move to Hawaii. Not to worry buddies! You guys would have an open invitation. Thanks for such a wonderful trip. It is always in my heart. Happy Valentines Day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Priss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-9198879551699310799?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/9198879551699310799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=9198879551699310799&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9198879551699310799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9198879551699310799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreaming-of-hawaii.html' title='Dreaming of Hawaii'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZWIVFKpW5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/oSajnwxTG2M/s72-c/Cruis%27in+with+Lisa+2-2007+132+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-9132743745040950412</id><published>2009-02-10T08:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:51:50.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZGDNHNiY-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/LWolRYXJpiM/s1600-h/006+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301162497689150434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZGDNHNiY-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/LWolRYXJpiM/s400/006+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was one of those March (oops February) days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: When it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.  Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZGDM62O75I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yvYGdhiHc0U/s1600-h/007+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301162494370181010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZGDM62O75I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yvYGdhiHc0U/s400/007+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a glorious day it was in Georgia, blue skies, fluffy white clouds. God's hand is truly at work. Don't you just love how the daffodils bow their heads to the sun? I am now on the look out for robins digging in my yard. They are suppose to be the true first sign of spring. Have you seen one, let me know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;General Lee promised an early spring. I think the ground hog has it right. Remember my dear friends that we always get our worst weather in March. With fingers crossed, we will hope the  General is correct. Happy Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!" ~Robin Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm with Robin, lets party!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-9132743745040950412?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/9132743745040950412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=9132743745040950412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9132743745040950412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9132743745040950412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-party.html' title='It&apos;s A Party'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SZGDNHNiY-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/LWolRYXJpiM/s72-c/006+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1004707681210336847</id><published>2009-01-31T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:46:41.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cleaning%20lady" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="235" alt="cleaning lady Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k53/courtford/cleaningLady.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi-Hoe! Hi-Hoe! It's off to home I go. Boo Whooo! Washing sheets, cleaning the house, my vacation with my Mother is over. I do have to go home to my honey. I am so excited about our home renovation in Florida. Everything is starting to come together. I am going to do a slide show of the progress. I have wanted to wait until it was completely finished. So far this has been an Eighteen month project and is expected to go into the summer. With the economy the way it is it may take longer for furniture. Who knows? Maybe our new, change president will fix everything and the economy will improve for the better soon. I do pray for that. Any way I need to continue to pack and get ready for my drive home. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1004707681210336847?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1004707681210336847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1004707681210336847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1004707681210336847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1004707681210336847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/traveling-today.html' title='Traveling Today'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3152069269659490700</id><published>2009-01-29T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:02:56.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ScrapStamp Discovery</title><content type='html'>I have discovered two of the cutest stamping blogs. The first one is called The Stamping Scrapbooker, click below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampingscrapbooker.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stampingscrapbooker.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is Triple The Scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://triplethescraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://triplethescraps.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sites do sell a brand of stamps called Unity. They do have the nicetest stamps but their project are wonderful. Check it out and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in the sunshine state. My little cuties enjoyed the beach and a swim in the ocean. They are sound a sleep tonight. Will post photos later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3152069269659490700?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3152069269659490700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3152069269659490700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3152069269659490700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3152069269659490700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-discovered-two-of-cutest.html' title='ScrapStamp Discovery'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7525345989675951655</id><published>2009-01-27T20:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:03:48.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sun Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SX-7BcbcalI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ch3R-PIMXYE/s1600-h/199+-+Copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296157320296557138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SX-7BcbcalI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ch3R-PIMXYE/s400/199+-+Copy+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo was taken in January, in Key West, Fla. It does not snow here and it really does not get cold. But the winter sun rise and sun sets are the best. There is something about the shorter amount of day light that makes them so special. I am a collector of sunsets from all of our travel. This one happens to be a sun rise and is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; one of the best photos I have ever takes. Hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if you would like the actual photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7525345989675951655?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7525345989675951655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7525345989675951655&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7525345989675951655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7525345989675951655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-sun-rise.html' title='Winter Sun Rise'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SX-7BcbcalI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ch3R-PIMXYE/s72-c/199+-+Copy+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6817087228179400840</id><published>2009-01-25T09:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:03:19.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Skinny Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cupcake%20video" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="169" alt="Cupcake Dance Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll174/Pucca_051/Magic/_Dance_cupcake_Dance__by_Namie_kun.gif" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little blog today if for a sweet little friend of mine, nick named Skinny Butt. She is little, sweet, cute, fun, loving and truly a wonderful person. She is multi talented, a craftier extraordinaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Butt and the rest of my Blog Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered a great blog site. Bakerella is a very talented cake decorator. Thought you would enjoy visiting her site. Below is the link to her cupcake and camera link. From there you can enjoy the jewels of her craft. Her recipes are evil, evil, evil. They are not weight watchers friendly but look sinful good. I love her take on the Brownies, "Just go ahead and eat them. You are not going to keep you New Years resolution anyway." She could have started that line with Miss Priss.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/09/cupcakes-and-cameras.html"&gt;http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/09/cupcakes-and-cameras.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the blog friend who referred me to her site, Thank You. Bakerella, thank you for the yummy treats. Keep up the amazing work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6817087228179400840?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6817087228179400840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6817087228179400840&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6817087228179400840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6817087228179400840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-skinny-butt.html' title='For Skinny Butt'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll174/Pucca_051/Magic/th__Dance_cupcake_Dance__by_Namie_kun.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-5764818596485584059</id><published>2009-01-24T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:44:40.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXvObTP5I8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hXNBSba3sIY/s1600-h/064+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052755322872770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXvObTP5I8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hXNBSba3sIY/s400/064+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am truly at home in paradise. We are spending the week-end on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt; coast in the pan handle of Florida. We love being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;. We do not have chain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; shops, putt putt golf or water parks. But we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXvObRVq9RI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uWxiFpz9LMw/s1600-h/070+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052754810238226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXvObRVq9RI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uWxiFpz9LMw/s400/070+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What we do have is heaven. We enjoy the beauty of a natural beach. We are often greeted by dolphins. The experience of watch a dolphin give birth is amazing or seeing a mother dolphin stun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mullet&lt;/span&gt; with tail for her twin babies to eat. Our house is surrounded by protected marsh lands for bird. We  enjoy all kinds of sea birds. Have I mention how much I love it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXvObLZ7EyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/TvDxfwQNhF8/s1600-h/071+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052753217458978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXvObLZ7EyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/TvDxfwQNhF8/s400/071+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I consider myself a collector of sunsets. I try to take pictures of sunset every where we go. I have done this for some time now and truly enjoy it. You can see God's hand in the painting of a sun set. No two are a like and they are all so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;.  Hope you enjoy this amazing sun set with me on the forgotten coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-5764818596485584059?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/5764818596485584059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=5764818596485584059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5764818596485584059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5764818596485584059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/forgotten-coast.html' title='Forgotten Coast'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXvObTP5I8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hXNBSba3sIY/s72-c/064+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4214502523296642874</id><published>2009-01-20T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:01:15.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accucut Die Contest</title><content type='html'>Posting for a chance to win a new card die from Accucuts. Click &lt;a href="http://accucut.typepad.com/craft/2009/01/sneak-peek.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see it. Thanks for helping us win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4214502523296642874?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4214502523296642874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4214502523296642874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4214502523296642874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4214502523296642874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/accucut-die-contest.html' title='Accucut Die Contest'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4574710838793350659</id><published>2009-01-20T08:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:39:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Audubon House Museum</title><content type='html'>The Audubon House Museum and Gardens was established in 1960 in Key West, Fl. Although John James Audubon never stayed in the house, he was a fequent visitor and very much admired by the orginal owner Captain John Hurling Geiger. As I toured this mid 1800's American Classical Revival home and listen to the stories of Audubons visits there. I was drawn to what was going on in the gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight, elderly man was bringing in the most beautiful gems of the garden. This shy man was sharing his prized orchids with visitors of this museum. I could not wait to try my hand at photographing them. Doris and I had attended a 6:30 AM class of 10-tips for better vacation photos. I would have loved to have had a photo of the man who grew these beauties but he shyed away. He did tell me that he has over 1,000 different orchids in his collection. Can you image? Some of them had the most amazing smell. I would have loved to have had just one formy home. Enjoy a stroll through some of the most beautiful Gems of this Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdUqAqMdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2Ng5dS95Al8/s1600-h/233+POSTCARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293380283988062674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdUqAqMdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2Ng5dS95Al8/s400/233+POSTCARD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdUD61abI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ERgD9VD0JNQ/s1600-h/229+POSTCARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293380273763084722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdUD61abI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ERgD9VD0JNQ/s400/229+POSTCARD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdUFshmGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WiTm3EVji-s/s1600-h/224+POSTCARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293380274239936610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdUFshmGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WiTm3EVji-s/s400/224+POSTCARD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdT_VR5_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/IlccVXFp_yM/s1600-h/226+POSTCARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293380272531826674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdT_VR5_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/IlccVXFp_yM/s400/226+POSTCARD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdT0XOK4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/k-rfgBMd3IM/s1600-h/218+POSTCARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293380269587180418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdT0XOK4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/k-rfgBMd3IM/s400/218+POSTCARD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4574710838793350659?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4574710838793350659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4574710838793350659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4574710838793350659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4574710838793350659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/audubon-house-museum.html' title='Audubon House Museum'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SXXdUqAqMdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2Ng5dS95Al8/s72-c/233+POSTCARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-579288523258875887</id><published>2009-01-18T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:42:38.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Childhood In Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/mayberry" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="mayberry Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn217/davidestridge02/Andy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Childhood&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whomever wrote this, described childhood to a T. Hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Under age 40? You won't understand.)&lt;br /&gt;You could hardly see for all the snow, Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go. Pull a chair up to the TV set,'Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice-pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/batman%20and%20robin" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Batman and Robin Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr70/SuperboyinNY/batman-robin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all took gym, not PE .. and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now. Flunking gym was not an option .. even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/beverly%20hillbillies" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Beverly Hillbillies Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/Robbarino/television/Beverly_Hillbillies_The10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/leave%20it%20to%20beaver" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="758" alt="Leave It to Beaver Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff263/igsjr/leaveittobeaver.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.. How could we possibly have known that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/green%20acres" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="746" alt="Green Acres Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff263/igsjr/greenacres.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T. SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-579288523258875887?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/579288523258875887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=579288523258875887&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/579288523258875887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/579288523258875887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-childhood-in-black-and-white.html' title='Our Childhood In Black and White'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i385.photobucket.com/albums/oo294/Robbarino/television/th_Beverly_Hillbillies_The10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-148590459081763494</id><published>2009-01-18T08:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:48:23.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back</title><content type='html'>We're Back!!!!!!!  And man, why did you guys let it get cold? When we left it was 75 degrees and on our return there were snow flurries. What happen guys? My traveling compaions and I have just returned from a warm, wonderful trip on the Ultimate Scrapbook Cruise. Did I mention that Hiedi Swap and I are now BFF. I can even tell you that she is normal. She pack all her shoes on Friday night and was at breakfast on Saturday morning barefoot. I love it. I made new friends in Theresa Collins and Margie Romney-Aslett.  Lucky me won an on-line camera class with Karen Russell. I am really excitied about this class. Can't wait to hear from her. I would have been happy with sailing around in the warm weather with just time at sea and 127 of my scrap buddies. Doris and I had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room mate was not so happy. He was truly a hostage. When Doris and I first talked about this trip we kinda thought that she and I would go together. Jamie and Judy were unavailable so we were ready. Doris mention it to Doughboy and he was on board to go. Boo! So I kidnapped my Honey and off we go on a Scrapbook Cruise. Next time I will go by myself. He was good and enjoy a little about the cruise but he is not ready to attend the 2010 Ultimate Scrapbook Cruise. Doris and I are ready to prebook this trip. Did I mention that I have asked Jim West to marry me. Margie and I are going to share him. We have decided that we only need sex about once a year and the arrangement will work perfectly. Can you tell I had a great time on this trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent two day with our daughter in Del Ray Beach, Fl. The Carnival Freedom sailed down the coast to Key West. That evening we were on our way to Grand Cayman and Ocho Rios. More to come about the ports of call. I need to down load photos and pick a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone and was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; glad to get back home. I really do not lie very well. I would love to live in warm weather year round. Tan fat looks better than white fat!!! Sorry I missed you Big Hair Envy. I will check in soon to sign on for your weight lost adventure. How is it going? Off to do laundry and enjoy a cold rainy day in Georgia. See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-148590459081763494?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/148590459081763494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=148590459081763494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/148590459081763494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/148590459081763494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4359119283647191388</id><published>2009-01-08T23:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:42:10.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo-Hooo</title><content type='html'>Boo-Hoo, This site will be on vacation from January 8th thru January the 18th. I will be thinking of everyone while away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4359119283647191388?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4359119283647191388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4359119283647191388&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4359119283647191388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4359119283647191388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo-whooo.html' title='Boo-Hooo'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4040805069869656498</id><published>2009-01-06T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:10:58.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157612250102440/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288298676222958898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SWPPoJ5wHTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OsK3byUxXdA/s400/103.jpg+Web" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The past year has certainly been a world wind for me and my family. We started the year off with a trip to New York for the new year. The kids were with us on this trip. My Honey and I then went to Vegas to gamble in the middle of January. I was very lucky to go to Biloxi, Mississippi with my Step-Mother, Aunt, two cousins and a few other friends. We did this in February and August. March brought a lovely cruise to Panama, Costa Rica and Belize with good friends of ours. Of course who can forget our trip in April to Nashville for the scrapbook Event. The Diva's were on a 4 day road trip with all the scrap book stores in between. In May we celebrated all of our birthdays in northern Fla. We also attended the Bath and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kitchen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;show in Chicago. MY Mom and I helped move my son into a Condo in Savannah. What started out as an over night trip lasted 3 nights and 5 days. June saw my Honey and I off to Key West for a week. We were also back in Savannah celebrating our 22 year old son's birthday. July we were back in Vegas trying to win back the money we lost in January. In August we embarked on a 12 day trip to the Baltic. We &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;departed&lt;/span&gt; on Aug. 26th and returned the middle of September. We visited UK, Denmark, Germany, Estonia, Russia, Finland and Holland. Boy, what a trip. We had a wonderful time. On our way home we stopped in New York City again for a trip with SunTrust bank. Boy was I ready to get home. For October we visited our daughter in Arizona for 10 days. The diva's and I also attend CPR in Connecticut. My Honey and I spent Thanksgiving in Boca Raton enjoying the beautiful warm weather. It was so nice to ride around in a convertible and wear summer clothes. I could get used to that life. Can you believe that in December we were at home. Thank Goodness! We have truly had a wonderful year with fun every where. Please join us with a short slide show of a Year in Review. Click on the photo above. Some photos are good and some are awful. Some are at home and some are from far away. I only picked a few which was hard to do. Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4040805069869656498?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4040805069869656498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4040805069869656498&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4040805069869656498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4040805069869656498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-year-in-review.html' title='2008 Year in Review'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SWPPoJ5wHTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/OsK3byUxXdA/s72-c/103.jpg+Web' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-5548638187559330868</id><published>2009-01-02T19:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:03:28.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men Should Not Shop At Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wal-mart" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="161" alt="wal mart Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/sweet_innocents/walmart.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Men at WalMart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why women should not take men shopping against their will. After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to &lt;a title="http://wwwwalmart.com/" href="http://wwwwalmart.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunately, my wife is like most women - she loved to browse. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local &lt;a title="http://www.walmart.com/" href="http://www.walmart.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/a&gt;: Dear Mrs. Evans, Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our complaints against Mr. Evans are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him, he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming th e 'Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a while, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to love it. When my honey does not want to do something, he can cause a scene. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-5548638187559330868?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/5548638187559330868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=5548638187559330868&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5548638187559330868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5548638187559330868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-men-should-not-shop-at-wal-mart.html' title='Why Men Should Not Shop At Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6688166125130288078</id><published>2008-12-30T22:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:05:08.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab Legs and the Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVri8ZW-J9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Y3ltH6XimXU/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786639899961298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVri8ZW-J9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Y3ltH6XimXU/s400/Christmas+Day+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Long Branch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fayetteville&lt;/span&gt;, Ga is owned by a good friend of ours. Every Monday night, he features all you can eat Crab Legs. Both of our nieces &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; crab legs. Hence, when the girls are with us on Monday night Long Branch is where we dine. The first serving comes with 4-5 sections of 5 legs. And the feast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;begins&lt;/span&gt;. I was adised to be aware of the splash zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVri8OAhEmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5MKAsQmyxU8/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+095+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786636852990562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVri8OAhEmI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5MKAsQmyxU8/s400/Christmas+Day+095+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each additional serving came with 2-3 sets of legs. The girls did not want to give up their plates. Those plates were their counters. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accumulated&lt;/span&gt; 18 plates of pride at our table. My dinner selection was steak, fries and salad. No crab legs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVrirSrM2XI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aU6i6MTcWYI/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+097+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786346047986034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVrirSrM2XI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aU6i6MTcWYI/s400/Christmas+Day+097+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were so proud of their over flowing bucket. This one did have to be replaced with a new one. Our waitress was so thankful. I think she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;envisioned&lt;/span&gt; cleaning up legs off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVriq3bPzfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/mCXtC8-mZb4/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+098+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786338733313522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVriq3bPzfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/mCXtC8-mZb4/s400/Christmas+Day+098+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does this look like one happy little girl or what? Their was still more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVriq1ffw0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FLlhOQkbg88/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+100+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786338214265666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVriq1ffw0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/FLlhOQkbg88/s400/Christmas+Day+100+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When eating all you can eat Crab legs, all manners are left outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVriqkDHycI/AAAAAAAAAXw/U3cguiqgJHU/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+101+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786333531851202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVriqkDHycI/AAAAAAAAAXw/U3cguiqgJHU/s400/Christmas+Day+101+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is on a mission. At this point in the evening they wanted to see how much they could eat. We were there for so long that I was receiving free Heineken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVriqYiJk0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/IPafSMM0ucA/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+104+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285786330440766274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVriqYiJk0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/IPafSMM0ucA/s400/Christmas+Day+104+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we were leaving the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; this is what the sign read! The girls saw it and cracked up. Boy can those two little girls eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6688166125130288078?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6688166125130288078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6688166125130288078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6688166125130288078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6688166125130288078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/crab-legs-and-ladies.html' title='Crab Legs and the Ladies'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVri8ZW-J9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Y3ltH6XimXU/s72-c/Christmas+Day+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-5168605993206016100</id><published>2008-12-30T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:09:20.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Saber a Champagne Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/champagne" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 718px" height="759" alt="champagne Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm26/arlenejunita/Sparkling_Champagne_Holidays.jpg" width="707" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Today show has brought me to the subject of Saber a bottle of champagne. This is the coolest technique. A few hints from the Today Show host was, champagne must be very cold, use a big knife and go with the seam in the bottle. Intrigue, watch the video below and let me know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Saber a Champagne Bottle with Brice From Bubble Lounge&lt;br /&gt;During the Napoleonic era, victories were often celebrated with a champagne saber. Learn how to remove the top of a champagne bottle using this impressive technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.about.com/wine/Saber-a-Champagne-Bottle.htm"&gt;http://video.about.com/wine/Saber-a-Champagne-Bottle.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-5168605993206016100?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/5168605993206016100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=5168605993206016100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5168605993206016100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5168605993206016100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-saber-champagne-bottle.html' title='How to Saber a Champagne Bottle'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-8124578562598213787</id><published>2008-12-27T12:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:38:14.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mircle Times of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiC1HOyoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/c3pubizqVl0/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+173+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284519013522524802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiC1HOyoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/c3pubizqVl0/s400/Christmas+Day+173+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ti's&lt;/span&gt; the night before Christmas, all my list are complete. The trees are shinning with colors so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiCr1U8GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/H8-44vHCrYA/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+170+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284519011031511138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiCr1U8GI/AAAAAAAAAXY/H8-44vHCrYA/s400/Christmas+Day+170+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My, oh my, how did I do it? With each ticking moment the presents were wrapped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiCPq8arI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Jgu4of4pn4o/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+177+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284519003471768242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiCPq8arI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Jgu4of4pn4o/s400/Christmas+Day+177+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family room tree wearing ornaments from near and far. They came from Georgia, and as far as Holland and Russia. From around the world they gathered for our holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiB-PveiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ve9EBj0zMSA/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+176+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284518998794271266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiB-PveiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ve9EBj0zMSA/s400/Christmas+Day+176+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our stockings were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unavailable&lt;/span&gt; but we made due. They were hung with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;-friendly, reusable bags for the whole year through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiB5R0ROI/AAAAAAAAAXA/S9pkwMFq3dg/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+178+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284518997460796642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiB5R0ROI/AAAAAAAAAXA/S9pkwMFq3dg/s400/Christmas+Day+178+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While everyone slept with visions of fun, the guard pups guarded waiting for presents to come. They spotted their basket with toys, cookies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chewies&lt;/span&gt;. How can you sleep? When waiting for something new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas Eve night, when everyone is asleep. Everything is done and ready for the big day ahead. There is always a peace that settles over our household. Sometimes I enjoy a cup of hot chocolate and enjoy the lights. Is is always worth all the work when this time comes. I look forward to hearing the song, Mary Did You Know? What special moment do you enjoy at Christmas? Is there a time, place or maybe a song? Christmas is truly a time of miracles, big and small. What miracles do you wish for? Wishing everyone a wonderful holiday season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-8124578562598213787?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/8124578562598213787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=8124578562598213787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8124578562598213787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8124578562598213787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/mircle-times-of-christmas.html' title='Mircle Times of Christmas'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVZiC1HOyoI/AAAAAAAAAXg/c3pubizqVl0/s72-c/Christmas+Day+173+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1929438820304300378</id><published>2008-12-26T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:06:50.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day After!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVWampXGQPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OhGR72tdQ8o/s1600-h/038+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284299726517584114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVWampXGQPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OhGR72tdQ8o/s400/038+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two fuzzy little cocker spaniels have the right idea about the day after Christmas. No big meals, no shopping malls, no wrapping paper, no last minute items to do. The day after Christmas should be declared "National Stay In Your PJ's Day". My little girls are so smart. They know what is best for me, if only I would listen. What did you do for your day after Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1929438820304300378?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1929438820304300378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1929438820304300378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1929438820304300378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1929438820304300378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-after.html' title='Day After!'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SVWampXGQPI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OhGR72tdQ8o/s72-c/038+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-9063089122163334761</id><published>2008-12-23T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:46:46.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give A Way</title><content type='html'>Drivin' 55 is having a give away. It is a beautiful Christmas box with stand up album inside. Go to her site to enter. Good Luck. &lt;a href="http://drivin55.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://drivin55.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-9063089122163334761?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/9063089122163334761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=9063089122163334761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9063089122163334761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9063089122163334761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-way.html' title='Give A Way'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-2670917769211840607</id><published>2008-12-22T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:38:30.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Christmas is all About!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-mfbv9E0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/f_dRx_lFwsM/s1600-h/135+AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282623946883928898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-mfbv9E0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/f_dRx_lFwsM/s400/135+AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reason for my not blogging lately is in the photo above. They are my two darling nieces who I simple adore. The dark hair beauty lives in California and I only get to see her twice a year. The fair hair angel lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Newnan&lt;/span&gt; and I see her often. They are both 12 with birthday's one month and one day apart. It has been such a pleasure for me to watch them grow. This Christmas they are still little girls with one foot in the pages of a teenager. It is so much fun! My poor little Dixie was almost lost in the photo. Hang in there Dix, they are only here for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-mfEMX3kI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rMwmJZq_YtE/s1600-h/142+AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282623940560674370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-mfEMX3kI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rMwmJZq_YtE/s400/142+AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This summer the subject of digital cameras came up. Two years ago I gave both girls cameras. They have taken great care of them and used them a lot. They happen to tell me that this Christmas they would love a new &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; camera. Of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt; Chere remembered with baited breath. Pant! Pant! This one special gift they get to open before Christmas, to take pictures of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-mfMGXdLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FFkUehB0BHk/s1600-h/156+AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282623942682965170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-mfMGXdLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/FFkUehB0BHk/s400/156+AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skylar got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; open first. There was pure joy on her face. And of course a big scream "IT'S PINK"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-meyDKVpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rmffKEKoyhw/s1600-h/157+AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282623935690200722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-meyDKVpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rmffKEKoyhw/s400/157+AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; was seconds behind in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; to tear open her gift. They both hugged, rolled on the floor yelling "IT'S PINK". To me, this is what gift giving is all about. It makes my heart sing to see the joy and thrill of these two beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-md12NoHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wiPZ4TvUlw0/s1600-h/161+AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282623919529762930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-md12NoHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wiPZ4TvUlw0/s400/161+AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The budding little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;photographers&lt;/span&gt; were armed and ready at a family gathering last night. Mac is really getting into looking at her pictures and seeing how it looks. She will delete it if the photo is not to her liking. Skylar is still in the mode of click, click, click. That is the great thing about the digital world. Step one: click away at anything standing or sitting still, Step Two: down load photos to computer, Step Three: look at the picture, Step Four: decide what pictures you want to print, Step Five: print photos, Step Six: delete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!!! THREE DAYS AND COUNTING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-2670917769211840607?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/2670917769211840607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=2670917769211840607&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2670917769211840607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2670917769211840607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-christmas-is-all-about.html' title='What Christmas is all About!'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SU-mfbv9E0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/f_dRx_lFwsM/s72-c/135+AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-8784845400360742025</id><published>2008-12-18T11:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:02:39.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/christmas%20presents" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="479" alt="christmas presents Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g208/rubyladee/Christmas%202008/christmas-presents-come-alive.gif" width="525" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes for you today is that your Christmas to do list is &lt;em&gt;shrinking&lt;/em&gt;. I will finish wrapping present today. That is my goal. Of course we have to go see Fred's brother in law. John is in the hospital in serious condition. My darling wants to go this afternoon instead of tonight. I would have liked to go tonight but, you know how husbands are. Hope everyone has a wonderful day. Enjoy our 75 degree weather. Tell a stranger today "Merry Christmas and smile"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-8784845400360742025?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/8784845400360742025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=8784845400360742025&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8784845400360742025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8784845400360742025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wish.html' title='A Christmas Wish'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g208/rubyladee/Christmas%202008/th_christmas-presents-come-alive.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-164541029027527630</id><published>2008-12-16T12:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:38:40.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/happy%20holidays%20or%20hannukah" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 539px" height="480" alt="Happy Holidays Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i707.photobucket.com/albums/ww72/eriem718/HappyHolidays.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to You!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have determined that I am "OCD" when it comes to scrap book supplies. After spending the past two days going through bags and boxes of supplies and trying to find a place for them. I have looked at stuff and thought "Did I buy this" and "Why?". Help, I am drowning in stuff. Now I need a place for camera equipment.&lt;br /&gt;Do you every feel like the inside of your house is &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;taking over?&lt;/span&gt; That if you sit in one place long enough it will cover you up. That's my house. I have run out of places to hide the junk. Do you remember the little pads that you could draw on and then pull up the sheet and erase it? My house need to be built out of that stuff. If only the shop would get my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magic wand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, you have listen to me ramble. Thanks for the therapy session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a 12 step program for scrappers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-164541029027527630?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/164541029027527630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=164541029027527630&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/164541029027527630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/164541029027527630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-2519791721032497836</id><published>2008-12-15T00:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:25:25.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s499.photobucket.com/albums/rr354/smileyfacewaitress/Christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cid_3169297781000010web55607_mail_r.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="fake" src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr354/smileyfacewaitress/Christmas/cid_3169297781000010web55607_mail_r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not resist this cute Christmas Cartoon. Christmas chuckle of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-2519791721032497836?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/2519791721032497836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=2519791721032497836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2519791721032497836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2519791721032497836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-humor.html' title='Christmas Humor'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr354/smileyfacewaitress/Christmas/th_cid_3169297781000010web55607_mail_r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4148208600487271979</id><published>2008-12-14T23:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:22:58.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s499.photobucket.com/albums/rr354/smileyfacewaitress/Christmas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cid_001501c840bf00ada3d0ee9afea9hel.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="santa list" src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr354/smileyfacewaitress/Christmas/cid_001501c840bf00ada3d0ee9afea9hel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my list, checked it twice. But what do I want for Christmas? I still have my two front teeth. Santa, Have I been naughty or nice? If I have to asked I'm in trouble. So here goes Santa:&lt;br /&gt;1. I always want happiness and safety for my children. No I will not ask for world peace.&lt;br /&gt;2. Health for my family (all of it) and it is a big family.&lt;br /&gt;3. Prosperity for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now for the good stuff:&lt;br /&gt;4. 85mm Canon lens&lt;br /&gt;5. 24" monitor for my desk top&lt;br /&gt;6. diamond loop ear rings (I lost one of mine this year)&lt;br /&gt;7. win the Meg-a-Million (I'm wishing Debra)&lt;br /&gt;8. new canon large format printer&lt;br /&gt;9. the shop will fix my magic wand&lt;br /&gt;10. wake up and be 50 pounds thinner&lt;br /&gt;11. magic face and body lift in a bottle ($5.99 at Wal-Greens and pain free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, I am sure you could find a few things that I may like. I do not need every thing, but it would be nice. Have a safe trip coming to my house. Skip the chimney, the key is hanging on the back door. Merry Christmas to you and Mrs. Claus and a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your Christmas list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4148208600487271979?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4148208600487271979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4148208600487271979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4148208600487271979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4148208600487271979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-making-my-list-checked-it-twice.html' title='Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr354/smileyfacewaitress/Christmas/th_cid_001501c840bf00ada3d0ee9afea9hel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3704381022857101928</id><published>2008-12-12T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:59:56.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/home%20alone%20movie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="520" alt="home alone Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm229/axrei/Movie/yhcglbwuhkcjcoqcnkz2.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am home alone and celebrating. Fred and Dusty are in Savannah. Can you hear me dancing in my family room. Oh yeah, no one is home so it is just my room. I am looking forward to the following activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch what I want to watch on TV. No matter how stupid it is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat and drink anything in the house with no comment from the peanut gallery.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put my PJ's own at 6:00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave my PJ's own all day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;5. All 3 of the dogs will get to sleep with me. Katie will sleep on Freddy's side.&lt;br /&gt;6. Stay up all night and sleep until I want to get up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;7. Enjoy peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;8. Stay downstairs in my Scrap Book room all night.&lt;br /&gt;9. Play cards on my lap top until my fingers hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I can and sometimes do all of the things above when my boys are at home. The big draw back is the lip I get from the two. I also have to work around other peoples schedules. I love my own thing in my own time. I so enjoy being home alone. Poor Kevin in the movie Home Alone was left accidentally. I chose to be at home. Savannah will be decorated in all it's Christmas glory. They will eat in a really nice restaurant. I could have gone shopping. But once more, I love being home alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3704381022857101928?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3704381022857101928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3704381022857101928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3704381022857101928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3704381022857101928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm229/axrei/Movie/th_yhcglbwuhkcjcoqcnkz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1863842438672623187</id><published>2008-12-11T09:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:20:10.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/christmas%20glitter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="Sparkling Santa Claus beside a Christmas tree with a glitter saying Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj103/waposhi/English/Christmas/EN_Glitter_2-Santa-Christmas-Time-L.gif" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000331/"&gt;Clark&lt;/a&gt;: Where do you think you're going? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; leaving. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nobody's&lt;/span&gt; walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fing&lt;/span&gt; Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;axx&lt;/span&gt; down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of a-holes this side of the nuthouse. &lt;em&gt;Chevy Chase National Lampoon Christmas Vacation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas traditions are many. Some are very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conservative&lt;/span&gt; and some are just not right. We attend church on Christmas eve, enjoy numerous dinners with family and friends. The highlight of our holiday is a family night of movies. At the top of our list is &lt;em&gt;National Lampoon Christmas Vacation. &lt;/em&gt;We pop pop-corn, get something to drink and laugh until we cry. The quote above is the best. Let me set the scene, the Christmas tree is toast, the dog has pulled the table cloth off the table and pure chaos has made it way to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Griswall&lt;/span&gt; house hold. Everyone is prepared to leave when Clark (Chevy Chase) delivers this speech. I love it. Family Christmas's are a totally fun and hilarious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me also explain that I have a large family. I have 2 sisters and 1 brother on my Mothers side and 4 brothers on my Fathers side. I will let you figure all of that out. We get together with my Father's family every Christmas morning for brunch. This gathering also includes my Aunt and Uncle, my 2 cousins, wives and an assortment of nieces and nephews and now a new lab puppy and two boxer puppies. Picture fun loving total chaos. Recognize the quote above? My Mom's side gets together every other Christmas for a week of Christmas celebration. Sisters, Brother with husbands, wives,kids and two border collies come from near and far. You will find bodies sleeping in ever corner of my Mother's house. My own children will spend the night there adding more chaos to the mix. We only live 6 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying "making memories" is what comes from all the mess and disorder. I always look back with joy and laughter in my heart. What are your family traditions? What memories will you hope to make this Christmas? Whatever they may be remember the joy and laughter that will be stamped in your heart forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1863842438672623187?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1863842438672623187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1863842438672623187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1863842438672623187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1863842438672623187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/clark-where-do-you-think-youre-going.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7972035923654836867</id><published>2008-12-10T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:41:31.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test Are In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/heart%20beat" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Heart Beat Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/sanjati/heart-beat-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip, Hip Hooray!! The test are done! I think I will live another day. All kidding aside, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nuclear&lt;/span&gt; stress test is normal. I have been a little worried. For someone who has been a diabetic for 46 years, I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;potential&lt;/span&gt; to have the heart of a 92 year old. Five years ago my heart test was normal and this year is also normal. Now at 51 I will have this test done every two years.&lt;br /&gt;I am still having chest pains and shortness of breath. One of the side effects of diabetes is that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; will not feel when or if I have a heart attack. The best sign I would have is shortness of breath. They think that the reason for all of this is a low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hemoglobin&lt;/span&gt;. Mine is 8.5 and normal is 14-27. When you get in the 7's they start to think blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;transfusion&lt;/span&gt;. But for now I will take my super iron pills and see what happens. I have to rest and not over do it. Orders from the Doc. The best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt; in the world has prescribed one scrap club meeting with friends, laughter, a new little Diva and no stress. Sounds good Doris, see you Sunday bright and early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7972035923654836867?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7972035923654836867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7972035923654836867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7972035923654836867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7972035923654836867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/test-are-in.html' title='The Test Are In'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4531210850261489441</id><published>2008-12-04T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:38:20.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie Pies Under the Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STh2UZjIGhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hA847xSgkVY/s1600-h/X-mas+Card+Dogs+under+tree+2006+I+027+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276097056292215314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STh2UZjIGhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hA847xSgkVY/s400/X-mas+Card+Dogs+under+tree+2006+I+027+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does this look like a happy crew or what? I needed 6 arms to take this photograph. First there was the groomer. Then we came home and had to get dressed. Katie doesn't mind her outfit at all. Bella is okay with the shirt but the hat needs to go. I had to keep saying "No, Bella, leave it on". The big problem was my little Dixie. As you can see she is pissed big time. I put her shirt on and she took off. While I was getting Bella ready she was hiding. I look all over for her. After noticing the basement door open I knew where she was. Poor little Dixie was hiding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;downstairs&lt;/span&gt; scared to death. I carried her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;upstairs&lt;/span&gt; patting her and telling what a good girl she is. Well you can see by the photo, that was as good as it got. No American &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cocker&lt;/span&gt; Spaniel is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to wear a red Christmas shirt and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; hat. Just think, one day I will have grandchildren to torture. I really love these three four legged babies. They are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4531210850261489441?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4531210850261489441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4531210850261489441&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4531210850261489441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4531210850261489441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/cutie-pies-under-tree.html' title='Cutie Pies Under the Tree'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STh2UZjIGhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hA847xSgkVY/s72-c/X-mas+Card+Dogs+under+tree+2006+I+027+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-900522820191128419</id><published>2008-12-03T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:55:59.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrap'in Good Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STcK-zmtg2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7MnynkZFsd8/s1600-h/051+(2).jpg+WEB"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697562608567138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STcK-zmtg2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7MnynkZFsd8/s400/051+(2).jpg+WEB" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scrapbook magazines are full of great ideas this year. The project above is part of my mantle decorations this year. They were super simple and look great. I used 4 glass cylinder candle holders, 4 photos, 8 sheets of velum paper and tape. Edit photos in a photo editing software to black and white, print on velum paper, let dry and trim to height of cylinders, tape blank velumn to back of candle holders. tape printed sheet to front. Hint: Use light or white short candles. I used two dark ones and they showed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STcKsuWAcGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ywLKOGpEPi0/s1600-h/051.jpg+WEB"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STcKsCfhodI/AAAAAAAAAVo/oOHunBHf5AA/s1600-h/050.jpg+WEB"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697240187445714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STcKsCfhodI/AAAAAAAAAVo/oOHunBHf5AA/s400/050.jpg+WEB" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drum roll please, this is the completed mantle. I used three large glass goblets and 3 decorative trees with assorted greenery. I stuffed white lights in the candle holders. They really do look the best. This was a fun little activity. On to Martha Stewart and her new glitter and glue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-900522820191128419?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/900522820191128419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=900522820191128419&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/900522820191128419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/900522820191128419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/scrapin-good-christmas.html' title='Scrap&apos;in Good Christmas'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STcK-zmtg2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7MnynkZFsd8/s72-c/051+(2).jpg+WEB' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-8873359174694006694</id><published>2008-12-02T09:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:43:55.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sure, Just Gas</title><content type='html'>"Mitch: Value this time in your life kids, because &lt;a class="IL_LINK_STYLE" style="COLOR: #ff0000; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 1px solid; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;this is the time&lt;/a&gt; in your life when you still have your choices, and it goes by so quickly. When you’re a teenager you think you can do anything, and you do. Your twenties are a blur. Your thirties, you raise your family, you make a little money and you think to yourself, What happened to my twenties? Your forties, you grow a little pot belly you grow another chin. The music starts to get too loud and one of your old girlfriends from high school becomes a grandmother. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your fifties you have a minor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="IL_LINK_STYLE" style="COLOR: #ff0000; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff0000 1px solid; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. You’ll call it a procedure, but it’s a surgery.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Your sixties you have a major surgery, the music is still loud but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t matter because you can’t hear it anyway. Seventies, you and the wife retire to Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lauderdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you start eating dinner at two, lunch around ten, breakfast the night before. And you spend most of your time wandering around malls looking for the ultimate in soft yogurt and muttering How come the kids don’t call? How come the kids don’t call? By your eighties, you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a major stroke, and you end up babbling to some Jamaican nurse who your wife can’t stand but who you call mama. Any questions?" Billy Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little speech by Billy Crystal from City Slickers is one of my favorites from a movie. He is telling this to his wife before his birthday. It is not my birthday but the fifties rings true. I have been having a few chest pains lately. Just a few and I am sure it is just gas. My dear cousins is a NP at our local hospital. My bright idea was to go and see her last night and let her tell me it is just gas. I met her at 9:00 PM and got back home at 4:00 AM. After numerous blood test, EKG, chest x-ray and a CAT scan of my lungs it was determined that my blood count is so low that I may have to have a transfusion. Here my blood is low and they are taking five tubes of blood the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time and three the second. Hi, give me back the blood. The test revealed that they do not see how I have been getting out of the bed in the morning. You think that is why I can't get out of my rut? Maybe, I may even be able to be cured. I am off to doctors today for more test. I am sure that it is just gas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here I come plus four coated baby aspirin or 325mg. Most people only take one 81mg. Oh yeah, did I say that you can have a heart attack if your blood is to low. I am sure it is GAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-8873359174694006694?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/8873359174694006694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=8873359174694006694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8873359174694006694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8873359174694006694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sure-just-gas.html' title='I&apos;m Sure, Just Gas'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3765049646710655107</id><published>2008-12-01T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:14:17.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile in My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STR8N36DPBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9zZ80z7KAqo/s1600-h/103.jpg+Web"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274977641345268754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STR8N36DPBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9zZ80z7KAqo/s400/103.jpg+Web" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marlee looks marvelous. She has gained weight and is doing great. It is still hard day to day. She is gaining weight and not feeling bad about it. Her counselor says that it will take time and a lot of work. It is so hard to under stand how someone so beautiful can think they are ugly and fat. I do not understand this disease. Day by day and step by step, she will feel good about herself one day. She loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raton&lt;/span&gt;, Fl and is looking forward to getting a job. Please send your prays her way. It helped my heart to see her look so happy and healthy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3765049646710655107?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3765049646710655107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3765049646710655107&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3765049646710655107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3765049646710655107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/12/smile-in-my-heart.html' title='A Smile in My Heart'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/STR8N36DPBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9zZ80z7KAqo/s72-c/103.jpg+Web' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3622005833136539801</id><published>2008-11-30T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:54:47.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home From the Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/christmas%20in%20south%20fl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="683" alt="Christmas Postcard 2004 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w218/myleoneanne/ARIEL%20HEARTS%20AND%20STARS/Christmas%20Project/Christmas%20Postcard%202004/ChristmasCardback.jpg" width="770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We departed on Thanksgiving to visit Marlee in Boca Raton, Fl. We were so lucky to get someone to take our picture on the beach. Katie had a great time too. The weather and the view from our hotel room was breath taking. The temperature was in the 80's everyday. While it was cold and raining in A-town we were driving around in a convertible with the top down. We had a great time with Marlee. Of course we went shopping. Marlee's favorite past time. It was a relaxed, fun, warm holiday week-end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3622005833136539801?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3622005833136539801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3622005833136539801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3622005833136539801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3622005833136539801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-from-holiday.html' title='Home From the Holiday'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-5932950985392956106</id><published>2008-11-27T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:15:48.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble, Gobble</title><content type='html'>Wishing everyone a happy and safe Thanksgiving Day.  Did you gobble till you wobbled? Fred and I enjoyed a beautiful sun set in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raton&lt;/span&gt;, Fl. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; was a pleasant 75 degrees. We are looking forward to a warmer day tomorrow. Happy Shopping and Christmas decorating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-5932950985392956106?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/5932950985392956106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=5932950985392956106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5932950985392956106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5932950985392956106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble, Gobble'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-2092253077397763855</id><published>2008-11-26T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:07:48.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>X*%%##XX, Etc., Etc.</title><content type='html'>My title sums up yesterday's list. I started out running a few errands. Carrying a simply list in my pocket with the following items: 1. book rings or snap rings, 2. 3 red, tall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camellias&lt;/span&gt;, 3. have pool water tested, 4. vote and get something for dinner. I was late leaving the house due to my darling honey and my wonderful step-father. Their visit or issues were more important than any thing I had to do. &lt;strong&gt;(Do not forget that I had my big tree in the sun room at home waiting to be fluffed and decorated.) &lt;/strong&gt;After visiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;, Home Depot and Natures Nursery there are no red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camellias&lt;/span&gt; to be found. So much for easy decorations for my front and back porch. Off for book rings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;, Home Depot, Hobby Lobby and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Joanns&lt;/span&gt; to find no book rings. What is the deal? I really had a hard time finding someone who knew what I was even looking for. Any good scrap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;booker&lt;/span&gt; worth their salt knows what a book ring is!!! The whole time during my search I am thinking that Georgia Rector &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; has G-zillion (family word) in every size. Oh Yeah,  quest for the day was 4 clear, glass, tall candle holders. The last stop was Stacey's. BIG ZERO, for that list. I came home with nothing on the list. Did I vote, get the pool water tested?  NO! Am I going out of town tomorrow? YES! Well, thank goodness today is another day and thanks for reading my rant. Yesterday was truly a "chicken with it's head cut off day" as my honey and I relax before the TV last night eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;O'Charley's&lt;/span&gt; take out. I never made it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-2092253077397763855?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/2092253077397763855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=2092253077397763855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2092253077397763855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2092253077397763855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/xxx-etc-etc.html' title='X*%%##XX, Etc., Etc.'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1698699512416186462</id><published>2008-11-24T23:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:29:36.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt6-qsmq4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/yZjwOyzVTTk/s1600-h/Misc.+Nov+081.JPG+Web"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272443005799148418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt6-qsmq4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/yZjwOyzVTTk/s400/Misc.+Nov+081.JPG+Web" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to share another beautiful sun set at Shell Point Beach with you. The fall sun sets are the most beautiful. I wanted my dear husband to stand in front of the sea grass. That would have been a wonderful shot. Oh NO! He runs and Dixie run when they see me with a camera. God truly blessed us with his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1698699512416186462?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1698699512416186462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1698699512416186462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1698699512416186462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1698699512416186462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/gods-glory.html' title='God&apos;s Glory'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt6-qsmq4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/yZjwOyzVTTk/s72-c/Misc.+Nov+081.JPG+Web' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6436705676136245030</id><published>2008-11-24T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:10:28.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays Update, Tuesdays List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44gK5ZwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jGsjqoKcrr8/s1600-h/Nov+Misc+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272440700870944514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44gK5ZwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jGsjqoKcrr8/s400/Nov+Misc+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of my laundry, Check. Still have one load to fold and then put it all away. Doing Good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44W7tUzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hCkPl8_kuV4/s1600-h/Misc.+Nov+086.JPG+Web"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272440698391319346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44W7tUzI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hCkPl8_kuV4/s400/Misc.+Nov+086.JPG+Web" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This undecorated tree looks so sad. On my way to do something about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44G_iNPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sb3pBJ3XWD0/s1600-h/Misc.+Nov+085.JPG+Web"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272440694112400626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44G_iNPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sb3pBJ3XWD0/s400/Misc.+Nov+085.JPG+Web" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New bows for the top. I am changing colors this year. I am going from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;burgundy&lt;/span&gt; to red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44BJFpYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zZdSxRUpxMI/s1600-h/Nov+Misc+089+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272440692541859202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44BJFpYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zZdSxRUpxMI/s400/Nov+Misc+089+Web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mostly&lt;/span&gt; decorated and ready to go. Dixie has already put her balls under the tree. Maybe Santa will bring her some new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays List:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Finish laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Fluff and decorate tree in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sun room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Go vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Check Nature's nursery for three red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;camellias&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may get in the Christmas spirit yet. It is still sad that Marlee may not be at home this Christmas. I am still trying to come to grip with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6436705676136245030?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6436705676136245030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6436705676136245030&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6436705676136245030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6436705676136245030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/mondays-update-tuesdays-list.html' title='Mondays Update, Tuesdays List'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSt44gK5ZwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jGsjqoKcrr8/s72-c/Nov+Misc+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4805719611288082232</id><published>2008-11-24T08:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:29:04.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/christmas%20banners" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fat 7 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v469/laisey/Icons%20Christmas/sigs%20banners/Christmas_Comments_143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a big listed maker. Lists for things to do tomorrow, lists for the grocery store, lists for places I need to go and things I need to do. As of late, I have not made any lists. Here lately, I really have not gotten anything acomplished. That is going to change today. Get the laddar and climb out of the rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY'S TO DO LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laudry, get a grip on my laudry room. The laudry is two weeks behind and needs my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make new bows for Christmas tree in the family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Decorate tree in the family room. (Yes, I have decided to re-do some things for this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bring the sunroom tree upstairs to the sun room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fluffy and have that tree ready to decorate tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make new bows for sun room tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make reservations to go she Marlee at Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see my list is not long but time comsuming. Fred and I are leaving Thanksgiving morning to go see Marlee in Boca Raton, Fl. I have 3 days to deocrate my house for Christmas. As I end this post I am off to start my day. Wish me luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4805719611288082232?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4805719611288082232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4805719611288082232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4805719611288082232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4805719611288082232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/mondays-goals.html' title='Monday&apos;s Goals'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-8121174767018728597</id><published>2008-11-22T09:03:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:12:11.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-You're It</title><content type='html'>I was tag by my good friend Georgia Rectors. I love these kind of challenges. They are fun to play along and learn something about my blogger friends. Send me a link where I can see your answers. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8 TV Shows I love to Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Days of Our Lives (have watched since 1981)&lt;br /&gt;2. My Name is Earl&lt;br /&gt;3. The Office&lt;br /&gt;4. Today Show&lt;br /&gt;5. Hero's&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Family Movie Channel (movie while scrapping)&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8 Places I Love to Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Buckhead&lt;/span&gt; Fish Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheese Cake Factory&lt;br /&gt;3. Vin Vin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vinchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. True Italian Food&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Koby&lt;/span&gt; Steak House&lt;br /&gt;6. Brennan's&lt;br /&gt;7. Uptown Grill&lt;br /&gt;8. My Mom' s House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8 Things That Happened Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Woke up at 7:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Enjoy morning coffee&lt;br /&gt;3. Check e-mails and blog friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to SI&amp;amp;M to pick up Score-it&lt;br /&gt;5. Purchased new sweat shirt&lt;br /&gt;6. Talked to Debra&lt;br /&gt;7. Got things ready for trip to FLA.&lt;br /&gt;8. Five hours in truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8 Things I Love About Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crisp&lt;/span&gt; mornings&lt;br /&gt;2. Warm afternoons&lt;br /&gt;3. Steam rising off warm pool in the morning&lt;br /&gt;4. Sweet, firm apples&lt;br /&gt;5. Beautiful color of leaves&lt;br /&gt;6. Bella's sweaters&lt;br /&gt;7. How the girls love cool weather&lt;br /&gt;8. Sunsets (fall  best color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8 Things On My Wish List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Lose 50 pounds&lt;br /&gt;2. Become addicted to exercise&lt;br /&gt;3. My child to find her way in life&lt;br /&gt;4. Find my spiritual self&lt;br /&gt;5. More time with Diva's&lt;br /&gt;6. Health for my whole family&lt;br /&gt;7. Africa/Egypt trip with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ScrapMap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Both children will be happy in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun! It made me think about myself. You are it. Play along and enjoy the Crazy Eights. Send me a link to you answers. Have Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-8121174767018728597?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/8121174767018728597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=8121174767018728597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8121174767018728597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8121174767018728597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag-You&apos;re It'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-646953578805578247</id><published>2008-11-21T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:25:33.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a cougar in your neigborhood?</title><content type='html'>Is there a cougar in your neighbor? Not the four legged type but an older women who is dating a younger man. While watching the Today show this morning that was a featured story. Much to my surprise there are clubs and a lot of statics for this topic. One quarter of older British women date younger men. The one couple they interviewed were having sex five times a week. The four women on the show were laughing and having a great time. They said that it was all about the whole package. What package? I have not thought of myself as a whole package in a long time? Girls, I really do not think I would want to trade my honey in for a younger one. What about you? Check out their web site at, &lt;a href="http://www.cougarwomen.com/"&gt;www.cougarwomen.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-646953578805578247?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/646953578805578247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=646953578805578247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/646953578805578247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/646953578805578247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-there-cougar-in-your-neigborhood.html' title='Is there a cougar in your neigborhood?'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7599410139199753006</id><published>2008-11-19T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:14:22.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSR_gHONmDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wFyTqcLIVKE/s1600-h/002070+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270477653601523762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSR_gHONmDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wFyTqcLIVKE/s400/002070+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the holidays fast approaching, it seems like a good time to look back. I love looking at old photos and remember the good time that we had. This photo was taken in 1977-78. Pictured is my Mom age 38, Me age 21, my sister Jerelyn age 16 and my little sister Alyse age 9. The ages may be up or down by a year. What really hits me first is how young and skinny we all are. We are a pretty good looking group. Mom and Lou lived in Newnan during that time. We all loved that house. It was big and there was lots of room for everyone to visit. Lou collected antique clocks. His favorite thing to do was wind all the clocks  in the rooms we were staying in. All night you would hear the clocks timing and chiming. That is until we learned to stop the clocks. There was a lot of fun and laughter in that house. It is fun to look back on your family and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7599410139199753006?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7599410139199753006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7599410139199753006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7599410139199753006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7599410139199753006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSR_gHONmDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wFyTqcLIVKE/s72-c/002070+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3979230297784275883</id><published>2008-11-18T09:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:40:13.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photoshop%20cs3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="adove photoshop cs3 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i529.photobucket.com/albums/dd331/SHaHaCK/SOFTWARE/AdobephoroshopCS3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a simple little semi-computer nut to do? Eight months ago I purchased Photoshop CS3. This is a professional piece of software that photographer use. It is also used by graphic design artist. I was going to enter the unknown in the Photoshop world. My good friend and I even took a six week class on how to get started with this software. I do mean get started. It is a great piece of software and you are able to do just about any thing with it. I say this with caution, if I had ten hours a day to play. Like all Photoshop software it takes time and practice. I have it installed on my lap top. I am determined to learn to use it. And I have a little bit. I can tweak pictures with it and that is about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photoshop%20elements%207" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Loading Screen Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd107/thassall4295/Adobe%20Photoshop%20Elements%207/LoadingScreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hits the market Photoshop Elements 7. This is the updated, newer and better Photoshop Elements. Elements is their version of a photo, digital editing software for the everyday user. If you a Elements user do not be offended by this comment. It is just easier to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please someone drag me into the Elements world. Yes, I purchased Elements 7 and love it. You can basically do all the fun stuff from CS3 but in an easier format. I have to say "Hats off to Photoshop Elements". This is truly a wonderful purchase and a great piece of software. If you have never used Photoshop, there is a learning curve. If you are familiar with Photoshop you will be in love with this program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun playing with Photoshop Elements 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3979230297784275883?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3979230297784275883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3979230297784275883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3979230297784275883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3979230297784275883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-simple-little-semi-computer-nut.html' title='Photoshop Crazy'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i529.photobucket.com/albums/dd331/SHaHaCK/SOFTWARE/th_AdobephoroshopCS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7050928611763081092</id><published>2008-11-17T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:17:43.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSGHxThuVQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LZzGOAUTNtg/s1600-h/AZ.+Tombstone+%26+Garden+568+web"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269642320125252866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSGHxThuVQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LZzGOAUTNtg/s400/AZ.+Tombstone+%26+Garden+568+web" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSGHxY5SAhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EBWTM1ZAQk8/s1600-h/AZ.+Tombstone+%26+Garden+555+web"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269642321566237202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSGHxY5SAhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/EBWTM1ZAQk8/s400/AZ.+Tombstone+%26+Garden+555+web" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSGHxF2ZNsI/AAAAAAAAATw/miUmVXWl1Fw/s1600-h/AZ.+Tombstone+%26+Garden+560+web"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269642316453852866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSGHxF2ZNsI/AAAAAAAAATw/miUmVXWl1Fw/s400/AZ.+Tombstone+%26+Garden+560+web" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/when_i_admire_the_wonder_of_a_sunset_or_the/156504.html"&gt;When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a collector of sunsets. Okay, how do you collect sunsets? Easy, through photographs. I have pictures of them from everywhere that we have traveled. The ones above were taken in Tucson, AZ. The most beautiful thing about Tucson was the frame of the mountains. It was so nice to have the warm breeze of the desert and the sun setting on my face. I always feel so close to God when watching a sun set. Recently in Fla, I was out taking pictures, it was cloudy and the sun set was just okay. As I was leaving the beach, I turned around and noticed the moon rising. It was so beautiful it took my breath away. Sometimes the sun is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;captivating&lt;/span&gt; that I forget the moon. Fall and Winter sunsets are the best. It warms you from the inside out. It does not matter where you are, take a few minutes to notice nature's gift of a sun set. You will be glad you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7050928611763081092?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7050928611763081092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7050928611763081092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7050928611763081092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7050928611763081092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-admire-wonder-of-sunset-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SSGHxThuVQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LZzGOAUTNtg/s72-c/AZ.+Tombstone+%26+Garden+568+web' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4227457690627143859</id><published>2008-11-14T16:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:13:08.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Girl's Challange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157609083091985/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268628591712579218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SR3tyi5-rpI/AAAAAAAAATY/E1biiQ6mmq8/s400/IMG_5044+Web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the cutest idea. The fourth file, fourth picture brought a smile to my face. Fred and I had the great fortune of going on a 14 day Baltic cruise this summer. This photo was taken as we were leaving the port of Amsterdam. We were on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;balcony&lt;/span&gt; waving good-by to Holland, when we heard the theme music from the Love Boat. Next came this beautiful wooden boat with these beautiful young people on it. It was a Friday evening, they had food and were drinking Don Peron champagne. The gorgeous young man standing up was singing to everyone on the boat. Oh for a short time, I wanted to be that young again. This was such a good looking, happy group of young people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on the photo above to enjoy some of the sights of the Amsterdam harbor.  Holland was such a cool little country. Fred and I would love to go back and spend more time. You will notice how clean and organized everything is. Yes, they do still have some of the old fashion wind mills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4227457690627143859?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4227457690627143859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4227457690627143859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4227457690627143859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4227457690627143859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/country-girls-challange.html' title='Country Girl&apos;s Challange'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SR3tyi5-rpI/AAAAAAAAATY/E1biiQ6mmq8/s72-c/IMG_5044+Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7472629466563233377</id><published>2008-11-14T11:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:30:28.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KER--PLUNK,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SR2tb67H1tI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xbDFWU2dt7w/s1600-h/callaway+2006051+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268557834278655698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SR2tb67H1tI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xbDFWU2dt7w/s400/callaway+2006051+Web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is an evil spirit lurking in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;backyard of&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; Mortensen's&lt;/span&gt; in Fayetteville,Georgia. As most of you know, I am the proud owner of a choc&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olate &lt;/span&gt;and white cocker spaniel. Her nic&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;k name &lt;/span&gt;is "Miss McNasty". She is a magne&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;t for a&lt;/span&gt;ny thing smelley, wet,rotten or dirty. I have pick her up from the groomers only to come home and have her:&lt;br /&gt;                                                            1. roll in red mud (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;during back&lt;/span&gt;yard revonattion)&lt;br /&gt;                                                            2. slide in a big pile of fresh Katie poop (chasing ball)&lt;br /&gt;                                                            3. run across the street and play in the neighbors sprinkler.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that all of this has happened after coming home from the groo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mers &lt;/span&gt;all clean, dryed, brushed, fluffy, smelling good and I have spent 45.00 to get her this way. Hence&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt; the na&lt;/span&gt;me "Miss McNasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SR2tbi9HVnI/AAAAAAAAATI/PavXHzOc5fA/s1600-h/IMG_5387+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268557827844560498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SR2tbi9HVnI/AAAAAAAAATI/PavXHzOc5fA/s400/IMG_5387+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now we have a mobile groomer. This is a great thing but it cost more money. The little princess pictured above is Marlee's Molly. This little sweet heart hates to be outside. She has always lived in an apartment and only goes out to use the bathroom. Last Wednesday, after the groomer left our house, she decided to come outside and join the fun. I was standing by the pool throwing the ball for Dixie and Katie. I heard the "KER-PLUNK" sound of something heavy falling in the pool. You guessed it, Molly fell in!  How? I do not know. This nice, clean, fluffy dog was soaking wet. There goes $50.00.  All of Molly's fluffy hair was&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt; now w&lt;/span&gt;et and would be curlie when she dried. Oh well, she was still happy but happier in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7472629466563233377?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7472629466563233377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7472629466563233377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7472629466563233377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7472629466563233377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/ker-plunk.html' title='KER--PLUNK,'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SR2tb67H1tI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xbDFWU2dt7w/s72-c/callaway+2006051+Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-368054068630733212</id><published>2008-11-11T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:09:29.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc5z7MNoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/VzoeLIAbtjU/s1600-h/IMG_5339+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267413756191454850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc5z7MNoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/VzoeLIAbtjU/s400/IMG_5339+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My puppies of my heart have not appeared on my blog in a long time. They like the attention. This photo of Dixie is my new wallpaper on my lap top. How can you not look at her and smile. She is one happy little girl. The merry little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cocker&lt;/span&gt; spaniel. That is what is always used to describe a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cocker&lt;/span&gt; spaniel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc5unvIpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bMfWreZokIc/s1600-h/IMG_5336+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267413754767680146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc5unvIpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bMfWreZokIc/s400/IMG_5336+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful and sweet Katie. Katie will be nine years old this January. Where has the time gone? Dusty was 13 when Katie came to live with us. She is such a sweet heart. Loyal and faithful is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trademark&lt;/span&gt; of a Lab. That is our Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc5O2pnTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qt8IldQ9778/s1600-h/Dogs+023+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267413746240298290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc5O2pnTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qt8IldQ9778/s400/Dogs+023+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Molly is a true War Eagle, college dog. She is happy with everyone and everything. She just goes with the flow. She is a good little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cocker&lt;/span&gt; who loves life. Molly will never turn down a car ride or a dog cookie. Come to think of it, she will not turn down any food at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc4q2QpnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cljLpeDzkGo/s1600-h/Dogs+018+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267413736574985842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc4q2QpnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cljLpeDzkGo/s400/Dogs+018+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What can I say about Bella. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt;, let me tell you. She is a pit bull on a short leash. It has been said of Bella "She makes everyone feel special". That is so true of her. Look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; little face, regal, queen and in charge. Bella is the boss of our house hold and the love of our lives. All six pounds of her. Well, maybe more like eight pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in my rut, I am going to think of these four little happy faces. Even though two of those little happy faces are traders. They are at the Chateau Bow-Wow. They love to go home with Nana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Papaw&lt;/span&gt;. They say the food is better there. Traders!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-368054068630733212?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/368054068630733212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=368054068630733212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/368054068630733212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/368054068630733212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/puppies-of-heart.html' title='Puppies of the Heart'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SRmc5z7MNoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/VzoeLIAbtjU/s72-c/IMG_5339+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-8280367444483950816</id><published>2008-11-10T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:59:09.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way Do I Go ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/if-you-don-t-know-where-you-are-going-any-road/533751.html"&gt;If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/lewis_carroll/"&gt;Lewis Carroll &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt; is so my life today. Like a chicken with my head cut off. I seem to be running in circles. At the end of a day, I pause and say "What have I done today?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing! What is wrong with me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have such a wonderful life. Yes, there are bumps in the road. But all in all life is good. Fred and I have spent the past year traveling. We have visited 7 countries and 8 different states. Two of those states twice. So what is my deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am in a rut. How do I get out? What do I do? Please help. Have you ever been at the bottom of  your rut? Oh yeah, the holidays are coming and I am not in the mood. My brother and sisters, with families will be here for Christmas. I have to force myself to get ready. Not in the mood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Help! Help! Help! Even my blog family has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt; me. Help! Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-8280367444483950816?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/8280367444483950816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=8280367444483950816&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8280367444483950816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/8280367444483950816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/11/which-way-do-i-go.html' title='Which Way Do I Go ?'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7127022931439652204</id><published>2008-10-30T16:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:18:49.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneakie Little Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUI-bcGMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NOKeci5wpyc/s1600-h/004+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263041258965440706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUI-bcGMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NOKeci5wpyc/s400/004+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  While practing with my lens this morning, I came across this sweet little guy enjoying the sun shine and a wonderful breakfast. All was well with my little bee and the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUIKiHHtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S-nBpHy75vc/s1600-h/005+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263041245034782418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUIKiHHtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S-nBpHy75vc/s400/005+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In sneaks lazy bee. He is to lazy to find his own flower and dot of sun shine. There has to be at least 200 blooms on my encore azaleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUHxzIVpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lAguoWLWu4Y/s1600-h/008+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263041238395278994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUHxzIVpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lAguoWLWu4Y/s400/008+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet little bee and the lazy bee exchange some words. Of course they were talking in bee talk. Does anyone speak this language? Let me know if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUHSa1GGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/n_8w1fYYdEs/s1600-h/010+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263041229971855458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUHSa1GGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/n_8w1fYYdEs/s400/010+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry to say that lazy bee won. Sweet little bee had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun to watch these two little bee through the lens of my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7127022931439652204?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7127022931439652204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7127022931439652204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7127022931439652204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7127022931439652204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/sneakie-little-bee.html' title='Sneakie Little Bee'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoUI-bcGMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NOKeci5wpyc/s72-c/004+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1470789465598956054</id><published>2008-10-30T15:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:03:38.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoRVCGIsnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/j0IFfPjMXWg/s1600-h/015+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263038167573377650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoRVCGIsnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/j0IFfPjMXWg/s400/015+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have read about my recent trip to CT for a three day Photography seminar. One of the workshops  I was able to attend was a Macro class. I have been looking at them for some time. The class was sponsored by Canon. My camera company, lucky for me. I was able to test shoot the 60mm, the 100mm and the 180mm. I love all three. My budget would only allow for one and I chose the Canon 100mm Macro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoRU2INvCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3G6QmHFByik/s1600-h/012+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263038164360870946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoRU2INvCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3G6QmHFByik/s400/012+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the back yard today to try out my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt;. It is going to take some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; but I am really looking forward to the learning curve. I have shot close up before but notice the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;veins&lt;/span&gt; in the rose. I love how the sun shines through the petals. It looks like you could reach out and touch this flower. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1470789465598956054?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1470789465598956054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1470789465598956054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1470789465598956054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1470789465598956054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-lens.html' title='New Lens'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQoRVCGIsnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/j0IFfPjMXWg/s72-c/015+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7105132212829278292</id><published>2008-10-29T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:17:37.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157608480867426/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262654986639417442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQi0094UoGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jeMFgZDEy-w/s400/178+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kent Falls, located in the northeastern section of the town of Kent, is a series of waterfalls on a mountain stream known as Falls Brook. The stream begins in the town of Warren, draining an area of six or seven square miles. It then flows west to the big fall where it plunges approximately 70 feet in a dramatic cascade. From here the stream descends in a series of lesser falls and cascades to the valley, where it enters the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Housatonic&lt;/span&gt; River some 200 feet below the brink of the big fall only a quarter mile away. Much of the limestone over which the brook flows has been carved into interesting shapes including numerous potholes of all sizes.&lt;br /&gt;The Indian name of this area is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scatacook&lt;/span&gt;" and there is considerable evidence that Native Americans fished and camped by the falls. Later, in colonial times, mills were also present along the brook.&lt;br /&gt;Acquisition of the park began in 1919 with the gift of 200 acres by the White Memorial Foundation. Other parcels were donated or purchased until the present 295 acres were acquired. The area was developed in the 1930's by the Civil Works Administration. In the mid nineteen-seventies, considerable trail reconstruction was done by the Youth Conservation Corps of Connecticut. The covered bridge is an authentic reproduction built in 1974 by a park employee, Edmund Palmer.&lt;br /&gt;The flow in the cascade at Kent is normally heaviest in the spring when the winter snow is melting. However, the falls can be dramatic at any time of the year, particularly after substantial rainstorms. Fall foliage season is also an excellent time to enjoy the area. Because of its exceptional scenic qualities, Kent Falls has been featured in a number of magazine and television advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we arrived at Kent Falls State Park. What a fabulous day is was. The weather was perfect. The falls were truly heaven sent.  Please click on the photo above to make the climb with me to the top of Kent Falls State Park. I was so glad to arrive at the next landing along the way. The steps up were higher than my legs are long. As you can see from my pictures it was really worth it. Hope you enjoy the trip as much as I did. Happy climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7105132212829278292?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7105132212829278292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7105132212829278292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7105132212829278292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7105132212829278292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/kent-falls-located-in-northeastern.html' title=''/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQi0094UoGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jeMFgZDEy-w/s72-c/178+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4355171507341673422</id><published>2008-10-28T09:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:59:12.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157608444580972/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262195819145824450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQcTN5q7iMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/axdR2OnIde0/s400/bulls_truss_p2230042_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bridge Statistics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;Town: Kent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridge Traffic: Vehicular&lt;br /&gt;Locality: Gaylordsville &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truss Type: Town Lattice &amp;amp; Queen Post Truss&lt;br /&gt;Berkshires Bridge Carries: Bulls Bridge Road&lt;br /&gt;County: &lt;a href="http://www.coveredbridgesite.com/ct/ct_co_litchfield.html"&gt;Litchfield&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridge Crosses: Housatonic River&lt;br /&gt;Year Built: 1842&lt;br /&gt;Builder: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Structure Characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;Length: 109'-0"Span: 107 ft. --&gt;Width: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;World Guide No.: 07-03-01 T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another little stop along the way to Kent Falls State Park, Bulls Bridge. Bulls Bridge is a beautiful little covered bridge with one way traffic. It seem to be a favorite photo stop for the people of New England. As I took my life in my own hands, I climbed down to the streams edge to take some fun shots. I discovered a warm spot in the sun on water worn smooth rocks. What a great place to curl up and read a book. I almost stepped on the little turtle as I was leaving the stream. He seemed to love to have his picture taken. Being the Mother of two boys, Jamie fell in love with him. This little guys heart with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt; patter after a kiss from her. Also note that she was 7 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; at the time. Who wouldn't fall in love with someone so beautiful. Please click on the photo above to enjoy Bulls Bridge with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4355171507341673422?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4355171507341673422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4355171507341673422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4355171507341673422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4355171507341673422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/bridge-statistics-town-kent-bridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQcTN5q7iMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/axdR2OnIde0/s72-c/bulls_truss_p2230042_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3743324109769447174</id><published>2008-10-27T08:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:03:04.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure's Along the Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157608411332540/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261817881868365602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQW7fDmP7yI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vMygGlt6JUI/s400/055+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several weeks ago, the three Diva's and I attended a photography seminar in Stamford, CT. We went a day early to enjoy the beauty of New England in the fall. We were not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. Our destination for the day was Kent State Park. Along the way we were awarded with so many little surprises. One was Rock Neck Beach. I wished for a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; my family could have been with me to have a Christmas photo taken on the drift wood long. It was a perfect spot. It was a great little spot to stretch our legs. We also stopped at a nice little stream that proved to be a good photo stop. Enjoy our stop in Ct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3743324109769447174?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3743324109769447174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3743324109769447174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3743324109769447174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3743324109769447174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/treasures-along-way.html' title='Treasure&apos;s Along the Way'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SQW7fDmP7yI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vMygGlt6JUI/s72-c/055+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7947357615475661709</id><published>2008-10-21T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:56:25.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SP3QNDBbEEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/V4NJ18cef4E/s1600-h/AZ+Tombstone+%26+Garden+225+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259588862406758466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SP3QNDBbEEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/V4NJ18cef4E/s400/AZ+Tombstone+%26+Garden+225+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do you like my new boy friend? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ain't&lt;/span&gt; he cute? I could not resist. You may have also noticed that the gentleman next to me was totally unconcerned about my safety. That shows what the value of life was in the old west. Tombstone, AZ. is an interesting old west town. It is a real town and holds a place in history of the old west. More pictures and facts to come. I have to show you the shoot out or numerous shoot outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SP3QNh5NX2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MNfRkqtkXFU/s1600-h/AZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259588870693805922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SP3QNh5NX2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MNfRkqtkXFU/s400/AZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; at this sign. Is it not perfect for the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7947357615475661709?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7947357615475661709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7947357615475661709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7947357615475661709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7947357615475661709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-of-my-life.html' title='Love of My Life'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SP3QNDBbEEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/V4NJ18cef4E/s72-c/AZ+Tombstone+%26+Garden+225+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6134431304825463526</id><published>2008-10-19T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:25:00.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Hooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/twilight+downloadable" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 523px; HEIGHT: 573px" height="633" alt="Twilight Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y248/Dracos_Kitten13/Twilight.jpg" width="726" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry if this image is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;distorted&lt;/span&gt; but I had to have a picture and make it fit on the page. Yes Jamie, I am hooked. I started Twilight last Sunday when we were leaving CT. I am finished and will be starting book two on my flight back to Atlanta. Debra and Judy, start reading. I can't wait for the movie. Not to give anything away but I want Edward and Bella's relationship to be complete in all ways. Jamie you know what I am talking about. &lt;/p&gt;Fred and I are still in AZ. It has been an eventful week with tears, happiness and learning. We have had two days to site see. We visited a desert garden that was amazing. I will post pictures from the garden and the wild later. We also visited the old western town of Tombstone. It was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; of the Shoot Out at the OK Corral. Most of the town was dressed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;costume&lt;/span&gt;. It was great. We finished the day at Big Nose Kate's saloon. Fred and I really had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go. I have to pack to leave. After being gone for 11 days, I am ready to be at home and stay at home. In September I was only home for 9 days and for October I have been gone for 15 days. I am looking forward to being at Home Sweet Home for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6134431304825463526?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6134431304825463526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6134431304825463526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6134431304825463526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6134431304825463526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-hooked.html' title='Im Hooked'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-5576267044259227236</id><published>2008-10-06T19:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:31:03.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOqbOSW3u2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/yDHm1HUmjWg/s1600-h/Dogs+015+edited+for+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254182585029344098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOqbOSW3u2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/yDHm1HUmjWg/s400/Dogs+015+edited+for+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy was it an exciting week-end at the Mortensen household. Dusty was home from school with a friend. Meet Adrien's "Bud" the 4 month old pit bull. This was the most well behaved puppy. He is house broken, minds and was willing and ready to play with my dogs. My four, spoiled rotten, ill behaved females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOqbOu80VSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TizRbKbQjHE/s1600-h/Dogs+016+edited+for+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254182592704697634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOqbOu80VSI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TizRbKbQjHE/s400/Dogs+016+edited+for+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sweet little puppy tried so hard to play. Bella was the worst. She spent the week-end with her lips wrinkled up, teeth bared and the hair standing up on her back. She hated this baby at first glance. Poor Bud left with several bite marks on his face and head. Molly was next in line. Every time Bud walked by, Molly jumped up, growled and chase him 6 or 7 feet. Katie was a little better. She only growled when he walked by. Dixie was the nicest but did not want him to get her ball. Basically my girls were awful. Bud spent the majority of the time up stairs in Dusty's bonus room only to be let out for short periods of time. This little dog will never want to leave home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;According to Katie, Dixie and Bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Guest, like fish, begin to smell after three (one hour in a dogs life) days."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benjamin Franklin&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/6892338388887963522-5576267044259227236?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/5576267044259227236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=5576267044259227236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5576267044259227236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5576267044259227236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-guest.html' title='House Guest'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOqbOSW3u2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/yDHm1HUmjWg/s72-c/Dogs+015+edited+for+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-2637794534657504011</id><published>2008-10-06T10:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:34:41.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall or Summer ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157607785419624/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254041658793645826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOobDTN_1wI/AAAAAAAAANw/HMSrGunW-N8/s400/Copy+of+IMG_5377+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fall is the most beautiful time of the year in the South. The mornings are crisp and cool but it is still warm enough to swim in the afternoon. The leaves start to turn and ornamental grasses are at their best. On the other hand roses are still blooming, encore azalea's are blooming and our yard still have a hint of summer. What more could you ask for. Fred and I have enjoyed sitting outside in the evenings and watching the sun set. I spotted this little guy yesterday and had a great time watching him. The praying mantis is such a sweet little bug. His heart shaped face always makes me smile. Can you see the smile on his face? While I was taking his picture he would rise up and look at me like "Hi, what are you doing?". Butterflies need the warm sun in the morning. They have to warm their wings up before they can fly. They have enjoyed our day of perfect weather. It is not to hot for them. You can see from my pictures that they are in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;This day was beautiful, there was a nice breeze and the girls and I enjoyed being out side. Click on the photo to see the rest of my day. Take time today to look around and enjoy fall in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"To the attentive eye, each moment of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has it's own beauty... it beholds, every hour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a picture which has never been seen before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and which shall never be seen again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&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/6892338388887963522-2637794534657504011?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/2637794534657504011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=2637794534657504011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2637794534657504011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2637794534657504011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-or-summer.html' title='Fall or Summer ???'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOobDTN_1wI/AAAAAAAAANw/HMSrGunW-N8/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_5377+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-964617501958866972</id><published>2008-09-30T18:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:38:55.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157607618089845/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251952210650590738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOKutaUn7hI/AAAAAAAAANo/K8HhejPfgEM/s400/386+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fred and I spent a long week-end in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. We had a great time. Our major activity was playing cards. We did fairly well. I am saving my winnings for our Diva trip to Stamford, Conn. The Diva's and I are taking a camera class with CK magazine. We are really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; and have been looking forward to it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the Donny and Marie show and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed it. The big disappointment was Cher. We had second row, center seats. She got sick and had to cancel. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BooWhoo&lt;/span&gt;!! I was really looking forward to that concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Alyse, and her family meet us in Vegas. We had dinner together at the Hofbrauhaus House. It was okay but when you have been to the real one in Germany it is hard to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see some of my pictures from Vegas click on the photo above. Please excuse these pictures. I took my point and shoot for the small size and weight. Next time I will stick with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt;. About my pictures, the pictures above is of glasses that I wish I had bought. They are so funny. I could have had a good laugh with those. The picture of the girl with the rose on her boob, Fred wanted to smell the flowers. All the girls in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hofbrauhaus H&lt;/span&gt;ouse were in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;traditional&lt;/span&gt; dress. We were staying at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Venetian&lt;/span&gt; with it own St. Marks Square. The man with the real puppet was great. There is a picture of Alyse and her family. It was a great four day trip but good to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-964617501958866972?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/964617501958866972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=964617501958866972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/964617501958866972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/964617501958866972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SOKutaUn7hI/AAAAAAAAANo/K8HhejPfgEM/s72-c/386+Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1559472105180290022</id><published>2008-09-25T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:58:12.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157607492043586/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250063963578195826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNv5W90oX3I/AAAAAAAAANg/L1udL7nBo7k/s400/254+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This blog was dictated to me by "Bella" the sexy little lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really think this is my Mom and Dad's idea of a joke. I would like to put this witch suit on them. Can you see Mom with her figure? Ha! Ha! Ha! You know they are doing a movie about us little lambs. "Hollywood Chihuahua" They did contact me but my schedule did not allow the time. I am really busy visiting my buddies at Nana's. Maybe I will get the chance to talk about Bandit and Bambi at another date. If you like the picture above, just click on and check out the rest. I know it is a little early but the costumes sell out fast. Oh yeah, I am not this fat. It is the dress that makes me look fat. Don't you think? Have a great day."&lt;br /&gt;Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was straight from the dogs mouths. See for yourself how she feel about this dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1559472105180290022?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1559472105180290022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1559472105180290022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1559472105180290022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1559472105180290022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-blog-was-dictated-to-me-by-bella.html' title=''/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNv5W90oX3I/AAAAAAAAANg/L1udL7nBo7k/s72-c/254+Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7214853402843593850</id><published>2008-09-19T22:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:57:50.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucson, Az.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/tucson%20az/BEVI13/tucsonaz.jpg?o=91" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 568px" height="560" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc62/BEVI13/tucsonaz.jpg" width="637" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for a short trip to Tucson, Az. We are leaving on Saturday and will be back on Sunday. My goal is to take pictures of a beautiful sun set. Sun sets are one of my favorites. I am looking forward to this short trip and a sneak peek at Tucson, Az. I think of this city as being smaller than the picture above. It looks so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures to come on my return. Have a great, safe and fun week-end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7214853402843593850?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7214853402843593850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7214853402843593850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7214853402843593850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7214853402843593850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/tucson-az.html' title='Tucson, Az.'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6150378961181228968</id><published>2008-09-19T21:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:38:37.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tallinn, Estonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157607384277465/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247924299345509410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNRfWHahPCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/udv0rCOj78s/s400/Tallinn,+Estonia++CSM+072+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tallinn is the &lt;a title="Capital" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capital"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;capital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and largest &lt;a title="City" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City"&gt;city&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Estonia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estonia"&gt;Estonia&lt;/a&gt;. It lies on the northern coast of Estonia on the &lt;a title="Gulf of Finland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulf_of_Finland"&gt;Gulf of Finland&lt;/a&gt;. The city is an important industrial, political and cultural center and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Seaport" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seaport"&gt;seaport&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;a title="February 24" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_24"&gt;24 February&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="1918" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1918"&gt;1918&lt;/a&gt;, the Independence Manifesto was proclaimed in Tallinn, followed by &lt;a title="German Empire" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_Empire"&gt;Imperial German&lt;/a&gt; occupation and a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Estonian Liberation War" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estonian_Liberation_War"&gt;war of independence&lt;/a&gt; with Russia. On &lt;a title="February 2" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_2"&gt;2 February&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="1920" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1920"&gt;1920&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a title="Treaty of Tartu (Russian–Estonian)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treaty_of_Tartu_(Russian%E2%80%93Estonian)"&gt;Tartu Peace Treaty&lt;/a&gt; was signed with Soviet Russia, wherein Russia acknowledged the independence of the Estonian Republic. Tallinn became the capital of an independent Estonia. After &lt;a title="World War II" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II"&gt;World War II&lt;/a&gt; started, Estonia was occupied by the &lt;a title="Soviet Union" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_Union"&gt;Soviet Union&lt;/a&gt; (USSR) in 1940, and later occupied by &lt;a title="Nazi Germany" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_Germany"&gt;Nazi Germany&lt;/a&gt; from 1941-44. After Nazi retreat in 1944, it was occupied by the USSR again. After &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Occupation of Baltic Republics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occupation_of_Baltic_Republics"&gt;annexation&lt;/a&gt; into the Soviet Union, Tallinn became the capital of the &lt;a title="Estonian Soviet Socialist Republic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estonian_Soviet_Socialist_Republic"&gt;Estonian SSR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 1991 an independent democratic Estonian state was re-established and a period of quick development to a modern European capital ensued. Tallinn became the capital of a &lt;a title="De facto" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_facto"&gt;de facto&lt;/a&gt; independent country once again on &lt;a title="August 20" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_20"&gt;August 20&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1991" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991"&gt;1991&lt;/a&gt;. It was at this point,, in this little country's history that the people of Estonia stood on the border of the state holding hands and declared their independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tallinn, Estonia was the second stop on our Baltic cruise. As you can read in the brief history above that Estonia has struggled to become and be it's own independent state. As we toured this city our tour guide shared some of the facts of today. She stated that Estonia has a flat income tax system. Starting in 1991 at 28% and is at 21% today. The goal of their flat tax is to be 18% for each citizen of their country. This small state and country has a lot to teach us about manging money. Estonia is a well run, benefit providing state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited the old town in Tallinn with only a glimpse of the city. Cruises are great for letting you see if you would like to visit a place again or not. The church we went to was decorated with the Coat of Arms of the old families. I were not suppose to take pictures, but I had to sneak a few. Every old town in Europe has a castle. The pink building is the town hall or city hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funniest things catch my eye. Tell me what you think I thought when I saw the picture above. Click on the photo to view a few pictures from Tallinn, Estonia.&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/6892338388887963522-6150378961181228968?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6150378961181228968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6150378961181228968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6150378961181228968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6150378961181228968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/tallinn-is-capital-and-largest-city-in.html' title='Tallinn, Estonia'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNRfWHahPCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/udv0rCOj78s/s72-c/Tallinn,+Estonia++CSM+072+Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-473136795426421858</id><published>2008-09-18T08:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:37:16.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird in a Hand</title><content type='html'>We were leaving the port of Finland, sitting on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;balcony&lt;/span&gt;, enjoying the close of a wonderful day. Fred and I had enjoyed a great day visiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Helsinki&lt;/span&gt; and a re-created village of days gone by. The wild flowers, mushrooms and wildlife were amazing. Photo to follow in another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNKsu9J5F6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bHtUR3hcfGk/s1600-h/065+-+Copy+Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247446438530062242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNKsu9J5F6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bHtUR3hcfGk/s400/065+-+Copy+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being the nature lover that my husband is, he started feeding the sea gulls. We had the best time watching them. We were up so high on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;balcony&lt;/span&gt; and the birds were so close. You can see by the picture that the birds would take the chips out of his hand. They loved the plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt; but hated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt; flavored ones. I do not blame them I hate the flavored one but love the plain ones. Enjoy our close encounter with sea gulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNKsvTE22xI/AAAAAAAAANA/BnLHUbD17Z0/s1600-h/124+-+Copy+Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247446444414524178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNKsvTE22xI/AAAAAAAAANA/BnLHUbD17Z0/s400/124+-+Copy+Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-473136795426421858?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/473136795426421858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=473136795426421858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/473136795426421858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/473136795426421858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/bird-in-hand.html' title='Bird in a Hand'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SNKsu9J5F6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bHtUR3hcfGk/s72-c/065+-+Copy+Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-9162773480709221977</id><published>2008-09-07T07:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:03:55.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing My Scrap Club Buds Today</title><content type='html'>Just a short post to say HELLO. I really miss you guys today. Skinny Butt stay out of my space. We are having a wonderful time. Fred and I are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Finland&lt;/span&gt; and loving it. I took some great photos of mushrooms. I can't wait for you to see a little red one with one dots. It is tiny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss everyone. This may be my last post due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. We will be in New York on Thursday and I will post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-9162773480709221977?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/9162773480709221977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=9162773480709221977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9162773480709221977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/9162773480709221977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-my-scrap-club-buds-today.html' title='Missing My Scrap Club Buds Today'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6517936514401104273</id><published>2008-09-05T09:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:39:09.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>London and Splendor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157607122229568/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242529451426055922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SME0wozGBvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HgxFJ48JIOc/s400/Copenhagen,+Danmark+9-1-2006+016+-+Copy+II.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry for not updating you guys at home for a few days. The internet service is slow and is down alot. You will only find a few photos in flickr due to how slow it is. We are paying by the minute. Hope that you can laugh and enjoy the few pics that I have. Click on the photo above for fun and adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly enjoyed this soft serve cone. My darling husband almost had a stroke over the price. He thought I paid 20.00 euros for it. I kept telling him that I have 17.50 in change but in his little fit he never heard me. Do I look like I was really worried about it. I finally showed him my change and he calmed down. He also said "I'm sorry!". It was a great Danish cone. I had a great laugh at my love bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the photos of us at the life boat drill. Are we ready or what? I was ready to toast our sinking boat or should I say ship. Our crew staff did not think it was funny. I say you can always drink to something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet my new next door neighbor. Can you guess who lives in the castle or palace? You got it "Queen Elizabeth". It is quit a place. I would really hate to keep toilet paper in all the bathrooms. We did learn that we would like to come back to London and spend about a week or more. There is alot to see and do. We did not have enough time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crossing the street and driving is very dangerous in London. Everyone is on the wrong side of the street. Where did the British come up with this idea. Every where else they drive like we do. It is just something that they do. They also go up stairs on the wrong side and walk on the wrong side. They are a left brain nation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The London Eye is a huge ferris wheel. It never stops moving. 24/7, 365 days a year. It continues to move as you enter and exit. It takes 30 minutes to complete the entire circle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the question about my cold. Yes, I am feel better. Much Better! Deb, I did have meds from home. I called the day before and the doctor called in something for me. I have been pretty sick but getting better each day. I only missed one day of adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are St. Peterburg, Russia today and tomorrow. We have had a great day today. We left the ship at 7:00 AM and returned at 5:00 PM. We are going to Catherine's Palace tonight for a tour and dinner and music. We are off again tomorrow to tour St Petersburg. This is a amazing place. I can not help but think about when this country was under Commist rule. You can still see the bars and bob-wire around everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss everyone at Scrap Club this week-end. Drink some Vodka for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6517936514401104273?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6517936514401104273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6517936514401104273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6517936514401104273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6517936514401104273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/london-and-splendor.html' title='London and Splendor'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SME0wozGBvI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HgxFJ48JIOc/s72-c/Copenhagen,+Danmark+9-1-2006+016+-+Copy+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4082372845153083985</id><published>2008-09-03T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:15:41.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Sea</title><content type='html'>The sculpture is of the little mermaid. Hans Christian Anderson wrote a story about the little mermaid that later became a Disney's Little Mermaid movie. The story is the same. The mermaid falls in love and trades her singing voice for her legs. The prince does not know her so she goes back to the sea. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Danmark&lt;/span&gt; is very much like most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scandinavian&lt;/span&gt; towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Germany yesterday. I was very sick and stayed on the boat. I have had a bad cold the entire trip. I am taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, since leaving, and feeling better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be in Tallinn, Estonia tomorrow. It was part of Russia and was one of the first to form it's own state. Three million people held hands on the border of their state to show Russia that they were with drawing. Those people formed three states. All of this happen in 1989. Not very long ago. It goes to show that if people really want something they can stand together and achieve great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb, The ship we are own is a new ship and was launched in July of 2008. It is truly amazing. I love the colors. Pink, Gray, Silver, Black and lime green. All my colors. There is black tile every where with lime green grout. The decor is very make believe and fun. I feel like I am in a Dr Seuss story book with all the horns and shinny surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post photos tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4082372845153083985?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4082372845153083985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4082372845153083985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4082372845153083985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4082372845153083985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-sea.html' title='At Sea'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-906363950108888674</id><published>2008-09-01T13:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:01:18.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Copenhagen, Danmark II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157607059322673/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241110178901089954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SLwp8GoVXqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/13VOJOln_O4/s400/Copenhagen,+Danmark+088+-+Copy+EDIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the photo above to view a few photos of Copenhagen.&lt;br /&gt;Fred and I spent a wonderful day in Copenhagen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Danmark&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Danmark&lt;/span&gt; is the correct spelling and it is said like "Dan"mark. It seems that we as Americans like to change things to our liking. I am not sure why we spell it "Denmark" and say it "Den"mark but we do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Danmark&lt;/span&gt; is a very modern city with old and new mixed together. We went on a city tour with a stop at the Palace Square and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tivoli&lt;/span&gt; Gardens. The gardens is a amusement park that was built in the 1800's and is still standing today. What a wonderful place with rides, shows and great Danish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;. My husband was happy with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carlsberg&lt;/span&gt; beer and pickled herring.&lt;br /&gt;I truly missed my Father-In-Law today. He was such a calm soul with a cute Danish accent. I would like to think that he walked with us today. The Danish people are a very good looking race of people. The children we saw were beautiful. My favorite photo is of the different color houses. When Dusty was little his Grandfather built him a harbor of houses and a pier to dock his boats at. As you can see from my photos the sky was a glorious blue like the color of the Danish people's eyes. I enjoyed the short time we had in Copenhagen today and look forward to another visit to this country.&lt;br /&gt;We are off to Germany tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-906363950108888674?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/906363950108888674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=906363950108888674&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/906363950108888674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/906363950108888674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/09/copenhagen-danmark-ii.html' title='Copenhagen, Danmark II'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SLwp8GoVXqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/13VOJOln_O4/s72-c/Copenhagen,+Danmark+088+-+Copy+EDIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-298913023216687210</id><published>2008-08-30T10:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:59:44.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>England</title><content type='html'>We are in Dover, England and awaiting our ships departure. I have come to understand that the Brits are a left handed nation.  Everything is to the left. It is very dangerous here due to all cars traveling on the wrong side of the road. Of course they are about 2,000 years older than the US, so who is to say. The ship is called the Splendor and is beautiful. It is a new ship and looks like a traveling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas show. To my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mckayla&lt;/span&gt;, I was first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confronted&lt;/span&gt; with the Black Pearl Lounge. I am sure to see your Captain Jack Black soon. Wish everyone well across the pond. Check back for more updates on the traveling adventures of Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Priss&lt;/span&gt; Follies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-298913023216687210?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/298913023216687210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=298913023216687210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/298913023216687210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/298913023216687210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/england.html' title='England'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-71626990598210816</id><published>2008-08-21T11:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:47:51.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy Women Hint #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SK2I4sSySXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/24bbGHDc0ag/s1600-h/theboy+Fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236992449245759858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SK2I4sSySXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/24bbGHDc0ag/s400/theboy+Fred.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies you asked for and here it is. This week's Mascot is: My darling husband Fred. Okay part of the mascot is him. I can remember when he did look like this. If you would like your honey featured in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Handy&lt;/span&gt; Women's Hints send me a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOME SAFETY TIPS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 1. No place to hide. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trim&lt;/span&gt; plants and shrubs away from walk ways and doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 2. Protect basements windows with metal grates or bars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 3. Secure ground level double hung windows with keyed pin locks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 4. Bulk up all doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 5. Place light on both sides of the entrance door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 6. Install a wide angle peep hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 7. Install dead bolt locks on all doors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 8. Make sure that all exterior doors are solid core doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 9. Install motion detecting lights Place lights high enough so they can't be reach without a ladder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. If you have an automatic garage door opener, consider replacing it with one that has a "rolling code."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Don't forget garage doors. Pad lock the track when going away for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Secure sliding doors with keyed pin locks that are screwed inside into the frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beware at all times of your surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-71626990598210816?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/71626990598210816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=71626990598210816&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/71626990598210816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/71626990598210816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/handy-women-hint-6.html' title='Handy Women Hint #6'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SK2I4sSySXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/24bbGHDc0ag/s72-c/theboy+Fred.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-2787110886832243215</id><published>2008-08-20T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:07:44.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-Date PedEgg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.walletpop.com/specials/as-seen-on-tv?icid=100214839x1207778703x1200434751"&gt;http://www.walletpop.com/specials/as-seen-on-tv?icid=100214839x1207778703x1200434751&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PedEgg&lt;/span&gt;, Consumer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Up Date&lt;/span&gt;. This morning on AOL, there was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt; about TV products. The first product is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PedEgg&lt;/span&gt;. They rated it a 4 out of 5 stars. I am not sure what the person who said it did not work was doing. They may not have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;applying&lt;/span&gt; enough pressure. I agree with the Pro person. It works great.  Click on the link above to see this review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blogger wanted to know if it tickled? Because you are working on the heel and outside of your foot, this was not a problem for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-2787110886832243215?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/2787110886832243215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=2787110886832243215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2787110886832243215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2787110886832243215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/up-date-pedegg.html' title='Up-Date PedEgg'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6163299351563570091</id><published>2008-08-19T10:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:18:42.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrSlWaxwsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BKhMAZwwhlE/s1600-h/Pedegg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229055886508738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrSlWaxwsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BKhMAZwwhlE/s400/Pedegg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please allow me to introduce you to the best product I have found in a long time. Drum roll please "The Ped Egg". Yes this little thing does work and does a great job. Please do not get the impression that my feet were a total diaster. For something that has been walked on for 51 years they looked pretty good. I always wanted nice soft feet and the Ped Egg has done that. I know that most TV products are worthless but this one is a must. These little eggs can be purchase at Walgreens, on-line and most discount stores. They are $10.00 so what do you have to lose. Give it a try and let me know what you think. All Diva's should have baby soft feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pedegg.com/"&gt;http://www.pedegg.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-6163299351563570091?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6163299351563570091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6163299351563570091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6163299351563570091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6163299351563570091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/ultimate-foot.html' title='The Ultimate Foot'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrSlWaxwsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BKhMAZwwhlE/s72-c/Pedegg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-5047451938043457391</id><published>2008-08-19T08:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:19:29.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Gulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrGN8W4bGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K6X4ADhTelo/s1600-h/030EDXXXXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236215459614321762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="3" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrGN8W4bGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K6X4ADhTelo/s400/030EDXXXXX.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******IF YOU CAN'T READ THE CAPTION, CLICK ON THE PHOTO TO ENLARGE******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing Gull, smallest and darkest of the three common gulls, its call is a high-pitched, nasal&lt;br /&gt;"ha,ha,ha." Lenght 16" Wing span 40"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrC1cefoBI/AAAAAAAAALw/hkentc-U3oI/s1600-h/016EDXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236211740204572690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrC1cefoBI/AAAAAAAAALw/hkentc-U3oI/s400/016EDXX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The laughing gull is the perfect bird for this blog. These little birds are really funny to watch at the beach. They love to gather in big groups. It does not take much to disturb them. They will take off in a mass but only for a short distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrC1oQhgFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Q-4whjVNAW8/s1600-h/029EDXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236211743367200850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrC1oQhgFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Q-4whjVNAW8/s400/029EDXX.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are back within a few moments in their same spot. Katie, our black lab, loves to chase them up and down the beach. They wait for her to get to them and then off they go. The gulls will circle around and back to the beach. Poor Katie does not realize that she will never catch one. The birds love to laugh at her, hence the Laughing Gull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrC14ZENgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/74Rbf6FPT5A/s1600-h/031EDXX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236211747697997314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrC14ZENgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/74Rbf6FPT5A/s400/031EDXX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These little birds are also great fun to add captions to their story. I love the photo of the little bird with it's feathers ruffled up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy laughing with the gulls and me today! Have a fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please bare with me as I learn the finner art of digital photography and Photoshop CS3. For anyone trying to learn this program, Scott Kelby, writes great books on the subjects. His book are step by step, easy to follow, entertaining, instruction on how to do just about anything. Today's lesson was to sharpen photos. Mr. Kelby says that all professional photographers sharpen or unsharpen every photo that is printed. In his Digital Photograph I book he teaches this process. He like for you to apply the unsharpen filter twice. He also mentions that on the second pass that maybe you should adjust this filter a little different. You can see that I did not do this. I am learning and will master this skill. I did not make a mistake. To sharpen you unsharpen and vice versa. Scott Kelby explains it "that is just the way it is done." Anyway his books are great with a little sense of humor. For all Elements users, he also covers those programs in great detail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-5047451938043457391?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/5047451938043457391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=5047451938043457391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5047451938043457391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/5047451938043457391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/laughing-gull-smallest-and-darkest-of.html' title='Laughing Gulls'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKrGN8W4bGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/K6X4ADhTelo/s72-c/030EDXXXXX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4243018290078544525</id><published>2008-08-17T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:51:12.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKjTmjDRNDI/AAAAAAAAALo/-X-F_VMoDc8/s1600-h/043EDX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235667226015642674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKjTmjDRNDI/AAAAAAAAALo/-X-F_VMoDc8/s400/043EDX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While out for a ride on Saturday evening in the gold cart, I came across this sweet dog. He has the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fortune&lt;/span&gt; of living in a house that faces the beach. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; lab was having the best time rolling in the grass. I actually drove past him. As I chuckled, I stopped and backed up to  take his picture. It was a wonderful day with a nice breeze. I could feel this dog's joy. What has caught your eye lately that made you feel good or laugh to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4243018290078544525?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4243018290078544525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4243018290078544525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4243018290078544525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4243018290078544525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/dogs-summer.html' title='A Dog&apos;s Summer'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKjTmjDRNDI/AAAAAAAAALo/-X-F_VMoDc8/s72-c/043EDX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-3393063740982290533</id><published>2008-08-17T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:41:34.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Nets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157606792822716/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235662324476098066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKjPJPZLNhI/AAAAAAAAALg/DQRh0JcNRJY/s400/162EDX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems that when a man takes up residence, full time in Shell Point, they also learn the art of using a casting net. It involves a rather large net, with a cord woven around the edge. There are small weights attached to the bottom. The fisherman wraps the net up and hangs it over his shoulder. They do some kind swirling motion and cast the net in the water. As the net soars in the air it lands spread out on the water and sinks to the bottom. Now image if you are a little or big fish what happens. The net settles on top of you on the bottom. The fisherman then pulls the cords that gathers up the net in a purse like fashion trapping the fish. This methods of fishing is normally used for Mullet or bait fishing. During mullet season you can catch a lot of fish who can be very large. The net must weigh a ton. I have only seen men doing this on the sea wall of our village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the beach this week-end, these two men were casting in the water. Click on the photo above to see these guys in action. It is really amazing to watch. How do they do this? I would have the net and cord wrapped around my neck. I would then be trapped on the bottom while the fish swim away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that women's toys are much calmer and safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-3393063740982290533?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/3393063740982290533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=3393063740982290533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3393063740982290533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/3393063740982290533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/casting-nets.html' title='Casting Nets'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKjPJPZLNhI/AAAAAAAAALg/DQRh0JcNRJY/s72-c/162EDX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-6783726124572054809</id><published>2008-08-15T13:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:25:39.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy Women Hints #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKXCU3ddyRI/AAAAAAAAALY/GnpZZnq12TE/s1600-h/theboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234803805628778770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKXCU3ddyRI/AAAAAAAAALY/GnpZZnq12TE/s400/theboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry ladies, I know I promised you a surprise but I need to work on my PS CS3 skills some more. I am working on it. I am sure that you are not disappointed with the Mascot. He is nice on the eyes. "J"  just ignore the low rise jeans. It is true "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and he sure is beholden to these eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 Ways to Seal Air Leaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 1. Install an airtight dryer vent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 2. Fill gaps around the electrical boxes in your home. This is easy to do with a spray foam. Remove the light switch or plug in cover and spray foam around the outside of the box. This is especially important for exterior walls. Easy fix girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 3. Seal leaky windows. If you do not want to seal the entire window, a quick,  removable caulk does the job. Seal spaces with caulk and do not flatten with finger. In the spring pull caulk off and clean with mineral spirits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 4. Option 2 for leaky windows. If you do not like the look of caulk, seal them with plastic film. A 13.00 kit seals 5 3X5 windows. With a hair dryer, a pair of scissors this is an easy project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 5. Stop under the door air leaks. If you can feel air or see day light you are paying big time. Fix this problem by adjusting you threshold or install a new door sweep. The hardest part about a new sweep is taking the door off the hinges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 6. Caulk and cover room air conditioners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 7. Fill gaps under sinks. Make sure you look behind the escutcheon cups on your pipes. Even in new houses this can be a problem. Look in your cabinet, behind the escutcheon cup (the movable cap around the pipe that goes into the wall). Fill with a spray product called Great Stuff. Wear gloves when working with this products. Wear gloves, it is very hard to remove from you hands. It also works great to seal Christmas tress in pots. I have been there done that. That is why the next time the Mascot will straighten my tree and seal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 8. Finding air leaks. Finding air leaks can be tricky. Close all windows and door, turn off all fans and A/C, furnace units. With a lite incense, walk around all exterior openings. If you see the smoke moving in or out you have found an air leak. Seal it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; 9. Stop air flow up the chimney. Make sure you have a working chimney flu. Check glass doors for air leaks. If you never use your fireplace, a chimney balloon is great. Just be aware that a chimney leak is the biggest problem in your house. Do not forget to have a chimney sweep come once a year to clean and inspect you chimney. Flammable substance can build up in chimneys and become a serious fir hazard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Seal small attic holes with foam and caulk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With fall and winter right around the corner these tips should help keep you warm and richer this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/6892338388887963522-6783726124572054809?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/6783726124572054809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=6783726124572054809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6783726124572054809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/6783726124572054809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/handy-women-hints-5.html' title='Handy Women Hints #5'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKXCU3ddyRI/AAAAAAAAALY/GnpZZnq12TE/s72-c/theboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1521844909921653645</id><published>2008-08-14T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:15:30.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies, The Handy Woman Hint will be posted later today. My Honey is waiting to leave for Fl. I am working on a surprise for you guys. This surprise will require many new skills learned from my CS3 class. It may be late so check back tonight or tomorrow. I promise you will not disappointed. One of the Diva's has asked for this and here it comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1521844909921653645?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1521844909921653645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1521844909921653645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1521844909921653645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1521844909921653645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-2471763226085289512</id><published>2008-08-12T15:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:07:22.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157606690310956/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233713165820773826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKHiZRkIRcI/AAAAAAAAALA/1PjW4prXecw/s400/120+ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The joys of summer are just to many to count for me. The weather in Fayetteville the past week has been picture perfect. It keeps teasing us with a coolness to the breeze that feels like fall. I have had the pleasure of so many wonderful times this year. Fred and I started out by going to Key West. We then made our way to Seattle, WA. I will be going to Mississippi next week to gamble with family and friends. Fred and I will then leave for 12 days in Europe. On our return, we will be spending the week-end in New York. Sept. the 12Th thur Sept. the 14Th, courtesy of the bank that Fred does business with. They called and are taking a few customers to NY for the week-end. This is the dates that we were returning from Europe. So we changed our flight and will be stopping in New York for the week-end. We are staying at the Ritz Carlton, going to the last game at Mets stadium, before it will be torn down, dinner and the theatre, all on the bank. To good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has celebrated the 80Th birthday of Lou and the 50Th wedding anniversary of my Aunt and Uncle. Summer has truly been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the photo above and view a few photos from the anniversary party. My aunt and uncle still look happy after 50 years, Skylar and Makayla are summer kissed with beauty. You can see the beautiful young women that they are growing into. My cousins are the greatest. We had the party at their home on Lake Jackson. My Dad and Betty, we cherish every moment with her. She was so mad at my Dad. He did not get a single question right in the Oldiewed Game. But they got the bonus question and won a $50.00 gift certificate. They are lucky. Of course Fred and I had a great time. We both wish my magic wand would hurray up and get fixed. We would be skinnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my summer and let me know what has been the most fun for you this summer. Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost forgot. Do you remember the first time you had a locker in school? Boy do I. The school district that I lived in did not have a middle school. We went to elementary school K-7 and started high school in the 8th grade. I just knew that I had arrived in heaven. Great looking boys every where, time to talk in the hall and a locker. Today the fad is to decorate you locker. At Staples you can purchse shelves, mirrows, pencils holders, magnets to hold paper, dry marker boards and wall paper. Of course, Skylar and I had to go shopping for locker supplies and school supplies. We had the best time decorating her locker. She was so cute. Skylar could not remember if it wast to the right first or the left first. She would go so fast that she would pass her number. So Aunt Chere to the rescue. I wrote on her hand right 28 first, left pass 28 to 8 and then right to 4. This was all done with arrows and numbers. She was a pro by the time we left. Let me know about you fist locker. I know that in 1969 the girls had to have top lockers because our dresses were to short to bend over. Do you remember those days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233723098118084226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="32" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKHrbaQV1oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nCEFqZnfzx0/s400/168+-+Copy+ed.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-2471763226085289512?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/2471763226085289512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=2471763226085289512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2471763226085289512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/2471763226085289512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-joys.html' title='Summer Joys'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SKHiZRkIRcI/AAAAAAAAALA/1PjW4prXecw/s72-c/120+ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-7705093543465379096</id><published>2008-08-10T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:45:03.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life @ EIGHTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What Will I Be At Eighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/old%20ladies/rowaggerm/Old%20Ladies/twoldladies.gif?o=25" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 193px" height="177" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e349/rowaggerm/Old%20Ladies/twoldladies.gif" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eighty for me is 29 years away. When I put it in those terms it does not seem like a long way away. I will be cured of Diabetes. I will not longer have to deal with blood checks and insulin. I will trade it for Depends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;any day&lt;/span&gt;. The Diva's and I will be a happy residence at  Camp Rector. By eighty we may change our minds and let our wonderful husbands live with us. We will stay in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt; until noon and drink coffee on the screened porch. We will talk about all of our world travels and look forward to our upcoming trips. The day will be ours to do as we please. At 6:00 every evening we will toast with a drink from the fountain of youth. Debra, you have the falls. Our grandchildren will adore us and visit often. We will never be alone. There will be laughter and good cheer always. We may be laughing at our darling husbands or even each other. The Diva's will each have a little "Rat" dog to spoil and adore. Yes Jamie, you will always be haunted by a little dog.  I will have a full time cook and house cleaner. We will have a hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; trainer come in 3 times a week. Talk about hot ladies, that is us. Of course the trainer has to be the Mascot's son. We will all have special magic glasses that transform our husbands into hot studs. You have seen the eye glass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commerical&lt;/span&gt;  "Can we go home now?" Pam, you will help with all our outfits and accessories. Judy, will make sure that we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; connected. And of course how can I forget Jamie and Jason. Of course they will  only be 60. We can talk about those young whipper snappers. I will have picked up my magic wand from the shop. All I can say is that life will be great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-7705093543465379096?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/7705093543465379096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=7705093543465379096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7705093543465379096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/7705093543465379096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-eighty.html' title='Life @ EIGHTY'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e349/rowaggerm/Old%20Ladies/th_twoldladies.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1863402299101132367</id><published>2008-08-09T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:07:40.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighty Years Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157606630675987/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232559553175589698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ3JMLkbk0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7jyDv6Hvt7A/s400/014+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighty years young, My step-father or Dad will be 80 years old on the 28th of this month. We celebrated his birthday last night with a surprise birthday party of friends and family. And truly a big surprise it was. He was so mad at my Mother. We all feared for his health. Mom had told him early in the week that everyone was coming to my house to eat at 7:00. According to Lou if the appointed time is 7:00 you should be there at 6:45 or on the dot at 7:00. Mom's job was to stall him and have him here at about 7:15. So, she had to finish watching a show on HGTV, find the car keys, call me to see if I needed anything, you get the pictures. He was livid. When they finally got here, Lou was truly surprised. "Happy Birthday".  Click on the above photo for a slide show of his birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next lie of the week was his birthday present. All of my life Lou has been a dog person. He loves his dogs like his children. In the pass 6 months, he has had two dogs pass away to old age. It has been so hard on him. At first Mom and Lou said no more dogs. Lou would say "I'm to old". I do not need another dog. Mom would tell me that he was so sad. I do think that this birthday has really bother him. So started the search for a little chihuahua puppy. I adopted her from the Southern Hope Rescue group in Roswell, Ga. Lou has named her Bambi and boy is she a cutie. At 4 months old and weighing 2 and half pounds, Bambi has captured every one's heart. Her little tail wages all the time. When I gave her to Lou, Bambi snuggled into his neck, gave him a couple of licks and won the heart of a tired old man. Lou just said, with tears in his eyes "come here sweet heart". She has been his constant companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ3JMAK84VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/np4unYbUZ0s/s1600-h/4766032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232559550115930450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ3JMAK84VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/np4unYbUZ0s/s400/4766032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eighty years, where will I be in 80 years? Will I still live in Fayetteville, Ga, will I be surrounded by seven grandchildren, friends and family? What will my health be? What kind of stories will I have to tell? What will the world be like? What kind of car will I drive? What will life be like in 2038? No one every thinks of being 80 but we will all be there some day. What will you life be like? Let me know as you think about these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1863402299101132367?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1863402299101132367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1863402299101132367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1863402299101132367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1863402299101132367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/eighty-years-young.html' title='Eighty Years Young'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ3JMLkbk0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7jyDv6Hvt7A/s72-c/014+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-826421101379362154</id><published>2008-08-07T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:18:36.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Handy Woman's Hint #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/handy%20man/FELINEGHOST/theboy.jpg?o=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm149/FELINEGHOST/theboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I missed everyone last week. I was attending a Handy Man Convention in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. Me and the Buds had a great time. Here the Handy Woman's Helpful Hints #4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Energy-Saving Tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Install and use an automatic setback (programmable) thermostat. You can reduce you heating and cooling costs by 5 to 15 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Insulate pipes, especially if they pass through an area you don't want heated or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cooled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;furnace&lt;/span&gt; filters every month, or more often if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Have a furnace tuneup to clean and adjust burners and improve fuel-burning efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Install light controls like motion sensors, photocell switches and timers to shut off lights automatically when they're not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Clean the air conditioner condenser coils and fins when you see grass and airborne debris collected on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Shade your windows with trees, awnings, overhangs, shutters or other devices to keep direct sunlight from entering your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Replace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;light bulbs&lt;/span&gt; used more than two hours per day with compact fluorescent bulbs. Florescent bulbs last longer and use only one-third as much energy as standard bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Seal the joints of heating and colling ducts that run through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;attice&lt;/span&gt; and basements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wrap the tank of your gas-burning water heater in a special fiberglass blanket to decrease heat loss. Check your owner's manual to make sure a blanket is recommended for your model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Replace worn-out thresholds and weather stripping around windows and doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Fix leaky faucets; dripping hot water can cost $35 per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Buy gas stoves with electronic ignition rather than pilot lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Reduce hot water usage by replacing high-volume &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shower heads&lt;/span&gt; with low-flow heads (2 to 3 gallons per minute). Save up to $40 per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Replace recessed light fixtures with airtight models when you remodel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope these helpful hints help save a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dollars&lt;/span&gt; and improve our planet.&lt;br /&gt;The Mascot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-826421101379362154?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/826421101379362154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=826421101379362154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/826421101379362154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/826421101379362154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/handy-womans-hint-4.html' title='Handy Woman&apos;s Hint #4'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-1139463942132562248</id><published>2008-08-06T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:09:06.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157606583531272/show/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231605822394595026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJplxvix9tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VzNIh_k96t0/s400/082+ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can be more fun to watch than a little boy and a water hose. This is my little nephew, Bryce. He is 18 months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; and the whole world is his class room. Bryce wants to touch, smell and taste everything. Every thing is new and exciting to him. My poor little dogs are scared to death. He moves to fast and makes loud noises. Bryce has kept us all entertained. He loves to run and jump in the pool. His little life jacket was the best 12.00 I have ever spent. Days like this is really what summer is all about. A warm August day, family and fun. Happy Summer to everyone. To enjoy this summer day with us click on the picture above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-1139463942132562248?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/1139463942132562248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=1139463942132562248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1139463942132562248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/1139463942132562248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-can-be-more-fun-to-watch-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJplxvix9tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VzNIh_k96t0/s72-c/082+ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892338388887963522.post-4202367293181903772</id><published>2008-08-05T18:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:42:27.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Summer Is All About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJjd32QaFzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uIcDBDQEYOk/s1600-h/113ED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231174918717708082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJjd32QaFzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uIcDBDQEYOk/s400/113ED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been out of the loop for the past week. My sister and her family are here visiting from California. My niece, Makayle, is eleven and half and loves to come to Georgia. We also have a another niece, Skylar who is also eleven and half. They are one month apart in age. Since birth they have been like sisters. Neither one has a sister and so it works for them. They are such a joy to have around. I have watched them grow with love in my heart. Both of them are starting middles school in the fall. This summer we have been to Lake Jackson and tubed behind a boat, made bead bracelets and flip flops with different colored fabric. They have spent the last five days at my house. They are now rock stars after mastering X-Box guitar hero. We went last night to eat all you can eat crab legs. The girls were in heaven. Mckayla ate 6 servings and wanted more. Uncle Freddy was ready to go and promised ice creams. If was hard for Mc to leave, she wanted more. Fred and I went to high school with the man who owns the restaurant. He kept bringing her more servings. I told him next time I would drop Mc off an hour or two before us to eat. Lindsey said bring her and he would feed her. Any way the girls have had a great time and my house is awful quite tonight. I needed a break but already miss them. Click &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/missprissfollies/sets/72157606565667893/show/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for some summer fun with two 11 year old. It will to bring a smile to your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892338388887963522-4202367293181903772?l=missprissfollies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/feeds/4202367293181903772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6892338388887963522&amp;postID=4202367293181903772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4202367293181903772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892338388887963522/posts/default/4202367293181903772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missprissfollies.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-summer-is-all-about.html' title='What Summer Is All About'/><author><name>Chere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12294315961991346225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJ8pqRJarmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gx1r_Ht034E/s1600-R/547%2BED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPUzbXZdA8g/SJjd32QaFzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uIcDBDQEYOk/s72-c/113ED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
