<?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-6856854051018772322</id><updated>2012-01-30T15:32:25.271-06:00</updated><category term='uit'/><title type='text'>MJ's World</title><subtitle type='html'>Experiencing life from a whole new vantage point. . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-2030551812094299116</id><published>2011-06-18T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:58:35.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miranda Lambert - The House That Built Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DQYNM6SjD_o?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-2030551812094299116?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/2030551812094299116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=2030551812094299116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2030551812094299116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2030551812094299116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2011/06/miranda-lambert-house-that-built-me.html' title='Miranda Lambert - The House That Built Me'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DQYNM6SjD_o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-7757192803044692025</id><published>2011-06-18T11:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:08:10.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42WRhkDFnmQ/TfzXuOhe90I/AAAAAAAAAcg/7uAi1Z83Emk/s1600/lemonade_stand_alexslemonade_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619603624224028482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42WRhkDFnmQ/TfzXuOhe90I/AAAAAAAAAcg/7uAi1Z83Emk/s200/lemonade_stand_alexslemonade_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in my old neighborhood the other day and drove down the street I lived on from ages 2 until 23. My mom lived there until she passed away 4 years ago. What a pleasant surprise to see a group of exuberant kids at the bottom of the driveway of the house I knew most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LEMONADE!!! Pleeeeeease stop!" they shouted at me as I slowed down and grinned at them. I pulled over and asked, "Do you live here? This is my old house. I grew up here!" The 10-year-old girl who matched the dad and little brother up near the house looked at me in surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose lemonade from their poster board menu. "Give her a crazy straw!" they all shouted to the concessionaire. I paid and was handed a purple cup of fresh-squeezed lemonade (complete with floating lemon seeds) and a blue swirly straw that was way too big for the cup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Have a nice day!" they shouted as I pulled away from the curb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sipped the lemonade as I drove back home, and a tear came to my eye. How many lemonade stands did we have throughout the years in that very same spot? We never could imagine any other family but ours living at 680 Hazelvalley. Now a new family with new kids has taken our place. What a refreshing feeling to "meet" the new tenants and see that they are continuing the tradition in the house that built me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. That was the best lemonade ever. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-7757192803044692025?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/7757192803044692025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=7757192803044692025' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7757192803044692025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7757192803044692025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2011/06/lemonade-stand.html' title='Lemonade Stand'/><author><name>Mary 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6340497952886805677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6340497952886805677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6340497952886805677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/12/daily-making-difference-in-my-life.html' title='Daily Making a Difference in My Life'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5134885922940933192</id><published>2010-12-06T19:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:36:56.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm grateful for that boy genius, Mark Zuckerberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TP2PP33GGjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/U0b0gqpqD1s/s1600/status2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TP2PP33GGjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/U0b0gqpqD1s/s200/status2010.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547747818846165554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What did we ever do before Facebook? :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MIKE%7E1.DFG/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5134885922940933192?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5134885922940933192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5134885922940933192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5134885922940933192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5134885922940933192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-grateful-for-that-boy-genius-mark.html' title='I&apos;m grateful for that boy genius, Mark Zuckerberg'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TP2PP33GGjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/U0b0gqpqD1s/s72-c/status2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8261333489439929777</id><published>2010-12-05T15:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:08:42.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong with This Picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TPwF5b7g88I/AAAAAAAAAbw/J1FJOiZ5HOk/s1600/family-portrait-17662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TPwF5b7g88I/AAAAAAAAAbw/J1FJOiZ5HOk/s200/family-portrait-17662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547315325321671618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;My daughters are going to their dad's tonight for their new blended-family Christmas pictures. I have lots of friends and family with blended families. This is not a new concept to me. It just feels really odd that my girls will be in a family picture without me! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with this perception: This man took a vow to be faithful to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; me, till death do us part. He sl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ept with numerous women while we were still married (all the while pretending to be the good husband). Now he skips off into the sunset with a new wife and family. Something is truly wrong with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just me. I see this happening in today's society all too often. People are throwing away their marriages with a casual toss at the slightest sign of boredom or problems. Where is the commitment? Are there none that are faithful  and want to work out their problems anymore in this day and age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8261333489439929777?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8261333489439929777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8261333489439929777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8261333489439929777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8261333489439929777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong with This Picture?'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TPwF5b7g88I/AAAAAAAAAbw/J1FJOiZ5HOk/s72-c/family-portrait-17662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1186301790188367689</id><published>2010-11-18T14:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:11:17.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TOWTS-AwWcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/s8Hn1Im2aUM/s1600/leaves.2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540996870642358722" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TOWTS-AwWcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/s8Hn1Im2aUM/s200/leaves.2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A scene from my early morning walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Thanksgiving is fast becoming my next favorite time of year after Christmas. What used to be just a prelude to the big holiday season, has now become a time of reflection and gratitude for me,  finding myself thankful even for the difficult times. I continue to be amazed at God's goodness and how He is turning a tragedy in my life right around into a most beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why did I try to hang on so long to something that made me so miserable? Because change  is difficult and requires us to stretch ourselves and move beyond what we are used to--even if it's uncomfortable, cramped, and suffocating in the little box of life we resign ourselves to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The horizon before me ever widens as time moves on. And this inexplicable sense of liberty keeps expanding as I move forward. There is still much in me that needs to change, and I'm not disillusioned to think everything will be pie in the sky.  I know there will be difficult times ahead. Such is life. But I like the view I have in front of me, and I'm looking forward to the surprises God has in store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TOWT0shi4vI/AAAAAAAAAbk/54JFTpml3EQ/s1600/Thanksgiving-peanuts-452773_1280_960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; display: block; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540997450063602418" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TOWT0shi4vI/AAAAAAAAAbk/54JFTpml3EQ/s200/Thanksgiving-peanuts-452773_1280_960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1186301790188367689?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1186301790188367689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1186301790188367689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1186301790188367689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1186301790188367689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/11/beyond-thankful.html' title='Beyond Thankful'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TOWTS-AwWcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/s8Hn1Im2aUM/s72-c/leaves.2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8487078713701052156</id><published>2010-10-23T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:32:03.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Symbol of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TMMNfT0jTUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/MlXoj8Zdyag/s1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TMMNfT0jTUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/MlXoj8Zdyag/s200/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531279598888897858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This is my "tree" that my ex's grandmother gave us in the last year of  our marriage. It looked different then. It was tall, ugly, and gangly. I  wanted to leave it out on the deck in the winter to die, along with my  marriage. But I didn't. And the next spring, along with my new life, I  hacked away at all the old crap. There was new growth at the bottom, and  this is what it looks like 3 years later. A symbol of my life. Oh, and I  love the tree now, by the way! And my life. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TMMNVZ_OAsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wm05XUz7Tk0/s1600/sunroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TMMNVZ_OAsI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wm05XUz7Tk0/s200/sunroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531279428745560770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; You can see in the background the gangly ugliness of the tree in its previous life (and we won't talk about the guilt flowers from my ex when I had NO CLUE he was being unfaithful to me, but I digress!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8487078713701052156?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8487078713701052156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8487078713701052156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8487078713701052156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8487078713701052156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/10/symbol-of-my-life.html' title='A Symbol of My Life'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TMMNfT0jTUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/MlXoj8Zdyag/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-4735718644057752697</id><published>2010-10-11T22:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:08:37.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Eat Cake ;o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TLPVUvzjHlI/AAAAAAAAAas/dJhUfObmcNc/s1600/wedding+slice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TLPVUvzjHlI/AAAAAAAAAas/dJhUfObmcNc/s200/wedding+slice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526995720120507986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Last Friday night, I enjoyed a delicious slice of my ex-husband's wedding cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes, you heard that right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The wedding and reception were held at the couple's house so my daughters, in their beautiful bridesmaid dresses, brought home enough leftovers for us to host a small dinner party ourselves. As I stood in my kitchen and partook of the delicious chocolate and cream cheese cake (home made by the bride herself), I smiled and thought of how far I have come in these past few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In fact, as hard as it is to explain, I felt a sense of elation that my ex was remarrying. Even though we have been disconnected for some time, this day seemed to pronounce an even deeper sensation of liberty in my life. It makes no sense, I know, but I think someday I will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Forgiveness is quite a beautiful thing. It is indeed a gift from God as I never ever could forgive that man on my own. Harboring anger, resentment and the bitterness that stems from it only served to make me a miserable person. As time passed, I realized how much better my life has become as a single woman. This sense of liberty arose within me, a freedom like I never knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I remember talking to God several years ago, feeling so trapped in a miserable marriage, wondering, "Is this all there is to life? I made a vow, 'till death do us part,' that I will adhere to, but God, is this as good as it gets?" The simple reply I got and didn't understand at the time was, "Just wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I received my own proposal of marriage a few weeks ago from a lovesick man who just isn't my type. His affection is endearing, but makes me realize what an independent woman I have become. At one time in my life, I felt I needed a husband to make me worthwhile. I took the first best thing to come along, even though there were many flaws and it wasn't a good match. There was true love for awhile, but it was short-lived (on his part anyway) and it left me in the cold, wondering what in the world I had been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So I celebrated that night with that sweet slice of cake, wishing my ex and his bride all the best in my mind (and lots of good luck to her!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The path before me opens ever wider. Unlimited possibilities are within reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dreams really do come true, Cinderella,  and they don't always revolve around a prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's a piece of cake! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TLPdzBvehLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/58TFgRWqHTU/s1600/cake8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TLPdzBvehLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/58TFgRWqHTU/s200/cake8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527005036424365234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-4735718644057752697?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/4735718644057752697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=4735718644057752697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4735718644057752697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4735718644057752697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-me-eat-cake-o.html' title='Let Me Eat Cake ;o)'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TLPVUvzjHlI/AAAAAAAAAas/dJhUfObmcNc/s72-c/wedding+slice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-830027496794540576</id><published>2010-09-23T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:58:03.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TJv8FJaQXnI/AAAAAAAAAac/oTzer2Vt2uI/s1600/esl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520282933628264050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TJv8FJaQXnI/AAAAAAAAAac/oTzer2Vt2uI/s200/esl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Please.....what is this......how do you say.....'carry'?" Arina from Kazakhstan asked with her wide blue eyes and shy smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am beaming because I have found my calling, or actually I should say I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; my calling but am finally putting it into action! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Last week I began as a volunteer tutor in an English as a Second Language (ESL) class at a local high school. The certified teacher, Victoria, threw me right into the teaching on the very first day. It felt so natural for me to read a simple story to the class. I carefully &lt;em&gt;a-nun-ci-at-ed &lt;/em&gt;each sound, asked the students to "repeat please," and had fun demonstrating what the word, "sway" means by moving back and forth as if I was a tree! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The class of 12 or 13 students range in age from early 20s to late 50s. Countries represented (so far) include Korea, Mexico, Ukraine, Venezuela, Kenya, Brazil, Kazakhstan, Pakistan, and El Salvador. The very first evening I walked in, the students smiled and looked at me with respect. Within 10 minutes, Soon, an older Korean lady, called me "Teacher," and my heart melted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All these students are here voluntarily to improve their English. It's awesome that they attend for free as the program is funded through the State of Missouri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love it when Antonio from Mexico corrects Boris from Ukraine on the correct personal pronoun he needs for a sentence. I love it when we, as a class, from different languages, cultures and parts of the world, can share a joke and all laugh together. I love to see the look in their eyes when understanding comes upon them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I already knew, but have learned even moreso, that a smile knows no language barriers. I love it when I see the students from different countries partnering together in their workbooks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love it that at last I have taken one giant leap into my future! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TJwBIeFE0XI/AAAAAAAAAak/KUvUmPoq3c8/s1600/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520288488274317682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TJwBIeFE0XI/AAAAAAAAAak/KUvUmPoq3c8/s200/world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-830027496794540576?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/830027496794540576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=830027496794540576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/830027496794540576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/830027496794540576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/TJv8FJaQXnI/AAAAAAAAAac/oTzer2Vt2uI/s72-c/esl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-449645032314867656</id><published>2010-04-21T23:00:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:43:51.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Updating Just for You, Helen!</title><content type='html'>Um, yeah well. I'm rather embarrassed that I never seem to have anything to say here anymore. Maybe because I'm obsessed with the short-and-easy random statuses I leave on Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat's friend Helen told her to tell me to update, so here I am! TA-DA! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just survived another tax season. Strange, but good. My top week was 92.5 hours. The older I get, the more stamina I seem to have. Hmm. I imagine one of these years I'll just collapse for real! But I love my job. The overtime is great (and the extra cash, necessary) and the long hours are just short-term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S8_QX3DZYoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fmEup01cA8I/s1600/TaxSeason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462813981357466242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S8_QX3DZYoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fmEup01cA8I/s200/TaxSeason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in recovery mode, trying not to fall into the laziness trap and trying not to get overwhelmed by my very long to-do list. Today I made an excursion to &lt;a href="http://www.homedepot.com"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt;. I used to be intimidated by such places back in my married days when I was a completely differently person and didn't realize that women could like this stuff too! I'm making a wishlist of cool things I want (yeah, they're really cool to me now!) leaf blower/vacuum, Shark steam mop, maybe a power washer. (I know - call me a freak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been following &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;Dave Ramsey's program&lt;/a&gt; of paying off the debt I've accumulated because of and since my divorce. I haven't used a credit card since last November. Yeah! I'm anticipating being debt-free (except for the house) in three years. Then I'll be off to see the world (Lord willing!) Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another daily part of my life is &lt;a href="http://dailyaudiobible.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and what a HUGE blessing Brian Hardin and his ministry has been to me. I love his realness. God wants us to be REAL, not caught up in tradition and surrounded by a bubble to protect ourselves in. So many people are just too comfortable in their saved spot on the pew each week. WWJD? He got out in the streets where the real people were. I want that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S8_Q96U6HXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gKotuLm_nSA/s1600/Journal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462814635071249778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S8_Q96U6HXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gKotuLm_nSA/s200/Journal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-449645032314867656?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/449645032314867656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=449645032314867656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/449645032314867656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/449645032314867656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-updating-just-for-you-helen.html' title='I&apos;m Updating Just for You, Helen!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S8_QX3DZYoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fmEup01cA8I/s72-c/TaxSeason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1453508425803857876</id><published>2010-01-13T18:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:51:19.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S06aYxLvKWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/erDL_zwe0Oc/s1600-h/name_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426444351338129762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S06aYxLvKWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/erDL_zwe0Oc/s200/name_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My good friend, Kelly, posed a question on Facebook this morning: "What does your name mean and are you living up to it?" Interesting. I've always known the importance of names in biblical days, but today? I didn't give much thought to naming my girls &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kaitlynn &lt;/span&gt;("&lt;em&gt;pure&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Rose&lt;/span&gt; ("&lt;em&gt;fame&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;flower&lt;/em&gt;") and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; ("&lt;em&gt;rival&lt;/em&gt;") &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ann&lt;/span&gt; ("grace"). I just liked the beautiful sound of their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Googled a name-meaning website and discovered this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My first name &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; means "&lt;em&gt;sea of bitterness&lt;/em&gt;" (I have swam in that sea) and "&lt;em&gt;rebelliousness&lt;/em&gt;" (I have defiantly raised that banner high). I like the Egyptian meaning which is "&lt;em&gt;beloved&lt;/em&gt;." My middle name is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Johanna &lt;/span&gt;which is the female version of John which means "gracious" - So I shall call myself "&lt;em&gt;Beloved Grace&lt;/em&gt;" and hope I can live up to that! :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kelly told me that Dr. Gerald Jeffers recently spoke on the name &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; which comes from "Mariam" which originally comes from "Moriah" (bitter water). Jesus was born from something meaning "bitter" and He turned it into something great. I like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Which reminds me of one of my favorite worship songs, "So Beautiful" by Kari Jobe and Christ for the Nations. Here is the verse that always touches me so deeply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Merciful Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There is none that compares to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Who can take my b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;itterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And make something sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Only You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is a cool website to check out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Behindthename.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; name mean? Are you living up to it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S06c5ABuTrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/s_2DyJQMWo8/s1600-h/name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426447104101732018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S06c5ABuTrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/s_2DyJQMWo8/s200/name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1453508425803857876?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1453508425803857876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1453508425803857876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1453508425803857876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1453508425803857876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/S06aYxLvKWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/erDL_zwe0Oc/s72-c/name_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6765144110741884888</id><published>2009-12-31T10:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:21:45.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SzzN7mW4aNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XXeRWpSTfzk/s1600-h/frogprince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421434475239729362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SzzN7mW4aNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XXeRWpSTfzk/s200/frogprince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wow....WOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is the first New Year's Eve since I've been a teenager that I'm not melancholy and wistful and regretful and fearful about the old year and the new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why has my life always revolved around have the perfect, ideal man - just having a &lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt;? I guess that's due to the fairy tales we girls are raised on. "Your Prince Charming is out there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I waited for Prince Charming and he turned out to be an ugly toad in disguise. And every New Year's Eve I wished and hoped the new year would magically turn him into a prince. But he only became more hideous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And then *poof* he was gone. And I was sad. Because I thought he was the one and only frog. But once I realized it was a good thing he was gone, I thought instantly the REAL Prince Charming would come galloping up on his white steed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But.....the real Prince Charming apparently had issues of his own and could not be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, to make a long story short, this princess is FINALLY and happily content - truly content - to know her self-worth does not involve having a Prince Charming in her life to make her happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now I celebrate the old with no regrets and look joyfully into the New Year and thankful for the road behind and the one that's ahead. No fear, no doubt, no sadness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Praying you will have a regret-free and hopeful 2010 as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SzzOc0CzxnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qxpOpgWm_wE/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421435045849319026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SzzOc0CzxnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qxpOpgWm_wE/s200/2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6765144110741884888?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6765144110741884888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6765144110741884888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6765144110741884888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6765144110741884888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SzzN7mW4aNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XXeRWpSTfzk/s72-c/frogprince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1994797767262400782</id><published>2009-12-27T09:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:35:18.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning my Coffee Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Szd7mDzHKBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0GtzjvlWuJQ/s1600-h/coffeepot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936570348611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Szd7mDzHKBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0GtzjvlWuJQ/s200/coffeepot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Is it wrong to mourn an inanimate object? Yesterday, Emily, in all her 14-year-old carelessness, flung my coffee pot away from the wall, trying to access the microwave. I heard a crash and gasped to see my little 6-cup decanter from Gevalia strewn across the kitchen floor in millions of pieces! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It's not that big of a deal. I can probably run up to Walgreen's and get a replacement. But that coffee pot has been around 15 years and has made me many a fine cup of coffee! Since the ex didn't drink coffee, it was the perfect size for me. I could get just about 2-1/2 mugs from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That coffee pot saw me through major changes in my relationship with God - through many good conversations with Him and some deep, revelatory Bible studies. That coffee pot has been around since the early moments when I saw my marriage fall apart and subsequent years where I tried valiantly and failed not-so-valiantly to save my marriage. That coffee pot has seen me through laughter, tears, hundreds of journal entries, hours on the phone, hours spent online, chatting with friends or emailing, comforting times in the sunroom, watching the rain, or the snow. That coffee pot has been around for all the holidays over the years and since my girls were very small!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Thank you for sharing this time of mourning with me. Thankfully I still have my big coffee pot to fall back on!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Szd9uHPWCmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Sel2rVLJl4c/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419938907734542946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Szd9uHPWCmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Sel2rVLJl4c/s200/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1994797767262400782?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1994797767262400782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1994797767262400782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1994797767262400782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1994797767262400782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/12/mourning-my-coffee-pot.html' title='Mourning my Coffee Pot'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Szd7mDzHKBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0GtzjvlWuJQ/s72-c/coffeepot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8455609152301204328</id><published>2009-12-20T12:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:55:47.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Orange in Your Stocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm trying to be healthy amidst the holiday banquets, Christmas cookies, and extra decadent treats that appear this time of year. As I ate my egg substitute breakfast and peeled the orange to go with it, I reflected on Christmases of my early years. Mom used to always put an orange in our stocking, along with the standard pack of gum, pair of socks, and other trinkets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5v4od4uFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oePiAJ1lyEE/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417390420499413074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5v4od4uFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oePiAJ1lyEE/s200/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I could never understand the point of the orange. Why is it a gift when I can walk into the kitchen and take one out of the fruit basket any time I please? Mom explained that when she was a child, an orange was a rare thing and considered to be a big treat when found in a stocking on Christmas morn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5v45_AIUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/16-Z2FrTbyo/s1600-h/stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417390425201713474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5v45_AIUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/16-Z2FrTbyo/s200/stockings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Following tradition, I pack my own children's (and nieces' and nephew's) stockings with the standard package of gum, pair of socks, and other trinkets. It's not surprising to see my girls politely smile at the package of gum and wonder why it's there when they can have gum any time they choose. I explain to them that growing up in a household of five children and one income, a WHOLE package of gum to ourselves was indeed a treat to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5wrNCADTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2jQSxBQ7Qks/s1600-h/gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417391289308024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5wrNCADTI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2jQSxBQ7Qks/s200/gum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It makes me wonder what items will be found in the Christmas stockings of my grandchildren someday. Will they look to their mothers and ask, "Why is this here?" and listen as their moms explain that when they were a child, it was a rare treat indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wishing you and yours a very blessed Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5xwS83wSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/1ECFW1b5K8U/s1600-h/nativity_scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417392476308095266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5xwS83wSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/1ECFW1b5K8U/s200/nativity_scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8455609152301204328?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8455609152301204328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8455609152301204328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8455609152301204328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8455609152301204328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/12/orange-in-your-stocking.html' title='An Orange in Your Stocking'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sy5v4od4uFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oePiAJ1lyEE/s72-c/orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-2158853476311249263</id><published>2009-07-25T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:59:51.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Back in January or February, I made the following ATS "after tax season" list of things I wanted to accomplish. I'm proud to say that over half of these are checked off! I have come to a place of forgiveness in my life and with that comes great blessing! I am seeing dreams coming true. Wow, God is so cool! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WALK&lt;/strong&gt; far and long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get in shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLIMB &lt;/strong&gt;stairs at Creve Coeur Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(prepare for my future)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get in a routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thoroughly clean one room per night for starters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yardwork/garden ---&gt; *Stop being afraid and learn to enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's good for you and satisfying to the soul.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Work out and implement a debt reduction plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Contact International Institute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meet Bhutanese/Nepalese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-2158853476311249263?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/2158853476311249263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=2158853476311249263' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2158853476311249263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2158853476311249263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-107739011457695919</id><published>2009-07-09T22:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:18:16.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time for Me to Fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/chick_fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Free Chick!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm tired of holding onto a feeling I know is gone. I do believe that I've had enough....I believe it's time for me to fly."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- (written by Kevin Cronin, REO Speedwagon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tomorrow, July 10, 2009, marks the one-year anniversary of my Emancipation....from the heartache, worry, stress, grief, pain, anguish, dashed hopes and dreams of a failed marriage that I tried so hard to make work on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Whoa, before I get too melodramatic here, let me say this this has been a FANTASTIC year! I have been more than abundantly blessed by God. My Jehovah Jireh (my Provider). I have no cause for worry. This past year has been a relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I wish I could say that I'm completed healed from my 20-year-old marriage crashing down but I'm &lt;strong&gt;im&lt;/strong&gt;patiently learning how things take time even when we want to rush them along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So last year at this time, the future was so BRIGHT for me (even through the pain). I made a list of the &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; hopes and dreams I had. But I've learned in the past year, sometimes we think we are going from Point A to Point B but may end up at Point C, something totally unexpected. How cool is that!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/hhhhhhhhhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/hhhhhhhhhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm renewing old friendships and making new ones and feel so blessed at all the people I have in my life. I just became president of my company's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toastmasters.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Toastmasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; club (who me?!) Life is constantly changing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes what we think is bad can sometimes turn out to be really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SlbHqOaeeDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/uWl2w-WYOkc/s1600-h/LG.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356688335041361970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SlbHqOaeeDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/uWl2w-WYOkc/s200/LG.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-107739011457695919?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/107739011457695919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=107739011457695919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/107739011457695919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/107739011457695919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-time-for-me-to-fly.html' title='It&apos;s Time for Me to Fly!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SlbHqOaeeDI/AAAAAAAAAYc/uWl2w-WYOkc/s72-c/LG.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3313880274531416351</id><published>2009-04-24T20:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:27:05.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Okay, a real post this time! ;o) Em dropped my camera right before tax season and I feel lost blogging without any "real" pictures! Then she dropped HER camera I bought her for Christmas. As soon as it's back from repair (thankfully I forked over the extra $25 for the warranty), I'm stealing it from her and getting back into the groove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This is the second weekend after Tax Day and I feel like it's finally a "real" weekend. Last weekend I was still out of it from exhaustion. I find myself in the place where I question myself. Where do you draw the line between relaxing and just being plain lazy! ;o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SfJys3tr6DI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X_E0fgcP1Mg/s1600-h/lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328447424328099890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SfJys3tr6DI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X_E0fgcP1Mg/s200/lazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;At the end of tax season, my mind is full of plans for afterwards: projects, organizing, painting, cleaning, learning to like yard work. Then, it never fails, a few weeks after tax season ends, I find myself drained and lacking motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Next weekend I am traveling to the Ozarks (a 4-hour drive from here) with a group of friends for a MUCH NEEDED scrapbooking retreat! We are renting a huge house on the lake. I sooooooo need a getaway in order to get back into scrapbooking mode. Plus a BIG bonus!! Jenn, one of my AOL scrapbooking loopies (we've been together as a group over 10 years) will be driving up to scrap with us one day. This will be the first time I have ever met one of my loopies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so.................. I CAN'T WAIT!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SfJz_8zcd0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Bgqjm3b9yi0/s1600-h/US27GHA0003-FB~Sunset-over-Table-Rock-Lake-near-Kimberling-City-Missouri-USA-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328448851623573314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SfJz_8zcd0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Bgqjm3b9yi0/s200/US27GHA0003-FB~Sunset-over-Table-Rock-Lake-near-Kimberling-City-Missouri-USA-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Table Rock Lake in southwest Missouri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Okay, I'm getting my butt up from the computer and going to do something productive about here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Stay tuned!!! (Oh, and thanks for reading, by the way!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SfJu64fmJ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JpeVGcscEFs/s1600-h/PICT3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328443267009095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SfJu64fmJ0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JpeVGcscEFs/s200/PICT3691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3313880274531416351?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3313880274531416351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3313880274531416351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3313880274531416351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3313880274531416351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, Excuses!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SfJys3tr6DI/AAAAAAAAAYE/X_E0fgcP1Mg/s72-c/lazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-172879307836780975</id><published>2009-04-23T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:27:48.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat, Its a Lovebeat- Defranco Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gggcZvvZLeo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gggcZvvZLeo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, my 6th grade love, Tony Defranco! (This is where my love of Italian men started! LOL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-172879307836780975?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/172879307836780975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=172879307836780975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/172879307836780975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/172879307836780975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartbeat-its-lovebeat-defranco-family.html' title='Heartbeat, Its a Lovebeat- Defranco Family'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1993203821362259435</id><published>2009-03-30T01:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:51:03.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in Unexpected Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We have been having some beautiful spring weather here in Missouri lately. But our motto is, "If you don't like the weather in Missouri, stick around--it will change!" I should know better than to get excited about good weather so early in the season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sure enough, I awoke Saturday morning to rainy, damp, cold weather. I went out into the sunroom and was pleasantly surprised with this sight! I bought this plant last summer. It has survived all winter despite my neglect (I think I've only watered it three times all winter!) The pot had even turned over on its side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SdBrAqAEN-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/uxgl5TIackw/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318868818943293410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SdBrAqAEN-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/uxgl5TIackw/s200/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was a gentle reminder to me that life can take us by surprise. We can't always go by what we see on the outside. Outside it was rainy and cold, but inside, new life was blooming, even in a place where it was unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Spring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1993203821362259435?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1993203821362259435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1993203821362259435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1993203821362259435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1993203821362259435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-in-unexpected-places.html' title='Beauty in Unexpected Places'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SdBrAqAEN-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/uxgl5TIackw/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3206535402763034109</id><published>2009-03-12T06:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:28:06.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For several years now, the phrase, "move forward" has come to mind often, especially when praying about various situations. Those words were vital to me when I was caught trudging through life in the months right before and after my marriage ended. My relationship with God is the only thing that propels me forward as I cannot do this alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj5x4F9pMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NwB1JuNBIZ4/s1600-h/wayforward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312270395749803202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj5x4F9pMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NwB1JuNBIZ4/s200/wayforward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Life seems to be flying at me double-speed these days (mainly good things, thankfully!) I see dreams coming true and am learning it's all in the attitude. Proverbs 23:7 says, "...as a man thinketh, so he is in his heart..." I have learned the truth in this! You ARE what you think! I see doors opening before me. In the past, I would hesitate and wonder what was on the other side? What if I made a mistake? What if I failed? It was safer to stay where I was. But staying in the same place makes one stagnant. I have to move forward. I have to take the chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj72LN-xlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5NujT8P40fQ/s1600-h/open-door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312272668626437714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj72LN-xlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5NujT8P40fQ/s200/open-door.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I face those mountains that loom ahead of me in life, I hold my head up and move forward. I'm not looking back. I'm not standing still. There's no place to go .... but forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj5yiK3BbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uAFiyX8kJQc/s1600-h/himalayas.water.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312270407044629938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj5yiK3BbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uAFiyX8kJQc/s200/himalayas.water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's funny how a simple conversation can point you in the right direction. Several years ago an old friend mentioned that he wanted to visit Mt. Everest. Interesting to me because, at the time, I had never given that part of the world any thought before. Soon after, I heard someone speak about Nepal (where Everest is located) and my heart was captured. I started to think this was not a coincidence. Actually traveling to that part of the world (albeit Bangladesh) confirmed what my heart was telling me. These were my people! That same friend mentioned he then wanted to go to Bhutan. "Where??" I thought (and was embarrassed to see that Bhutan was just located 2 hours north of where I had been in Dhaka). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj-QgW8LwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/fXM3a0oFNHg/s1600-h/the-himalayas0.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312275320001015554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj-QgW8LwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/fXM3a0oFNHg/s200/the-himalayas0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to modern technology and my Facebook obsession, I now have a friend and future tour guide in Bhutan, my cool friend, Karma! Check out his website. &lt;a href="http://www.go2bhutan.com/"&gt;http://www.go2bhutan.com/&lt;/a&gt; It really is a small world after all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving forward.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj5yQa9a4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/26sRrgFW6DQ/s1600-h/greenlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312270402280319874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj5yQa9a4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/26sRrgFW6DQ/s200/greenlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3206535402763034109?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3206535402763034109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3206535402763034109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3206535402763034109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3206535402763034109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/Sbj5x4F9pMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/NwB1JuNBIZ4/s72-c/wayforward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8990823956848426044</id><published>2009-02-28T21:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:11:43.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Authentic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that some people are afraid of authenticity. It's much easier and comfortable to stay where they are, in their own little, safe box labeled, "complacency."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that some people get angry at me for wanting to be real. Some people run away. Some people cannot bear the thought of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay there anymore. It's suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/San7cRTWvRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IwFDu1kOr6k/s1600-h/authentic.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308050098932333842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/San7cRTWvRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IwFDu1kOr6k/s200/authentic.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want what's real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want what's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8990823956848426044?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8990823956848426044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8990823956848426044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8990823956848426044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8990823956848426044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/02/authentic.html' title='Authentic'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/San7cRTWvRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IwFDu1kOr6k/s72-c/authentic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-714414189006328710</id><published>2009-02-13T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:32:20.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day, My Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Valentine-Friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Valentine-Friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you remember grade school? Valentine's Day was a BIG deal. We would spend weeks (it seemed) decorating shoe boxes with construction paper, paste, colored paper, hearts, doilies, candies, foil, and whatever other cool media we could find. Then we would sign scads of Valentine cards, carefully seal them in mini envelopes and address them to our classmates and friends. The party was so cool! Passing out the Valentines was fun but it was even more exciting to get home and open each one received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But then....puberty arrives and suddenly a fun holiday has shifted from that of friends to that of feeling pressured to have a "sweetheart" at an age when I still thought most boys had cooties. Not to mention, if I did like a boy, I would rather DIE than let him know my true feelings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So since I have been about 13, I haven't liked this holiday very much. Even when I had a true love, I always felt sorry for all the single people out there who were meant to feel like losers for being on their own on this holiday of supposed love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Even during the years of my marriage, I suppressed a bitterness because marriage was not what I had imagined or expected it to be. Sure I received the obligatory flowers and candy, but decided I would rather have nothing rather than a reminder of what was missing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So now, I'm past the divorce and experiencing such a relief and freedom in my life and I have declared that THIS Valentine's Day I am changing my attitude. I'm going back to grade school in my thinking...excited about sharing a fun holiday with my friends. No pressure. Love is fair and love is equal and love is cool.......for everyone, no matter if you have a sweetheart in your life or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope YOU have a wonderful Valentine's Day, no matter how you celebrate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/pcebabyyy8815/hearts.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 19px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq340/pcebabyyy8815/hearts.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SZZXM69pTQI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SVrBHQatxHc/s1600-h/PepeLePew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302521490773200130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SZZXM69pTQI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SVrBHQatxHc/s200/PepeLePew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-714414189006328710?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/714414189006328710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=714414189006328710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/714414189006328710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/714414189006328710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-my-friend.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day, My Friend!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SZZXM69pTQI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SVrBHQatxHc/s72-c/PepeLePew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-9119547434685370930</id><published>2009-02-11T16:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:12:08.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey - Girl Can't Help It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hiUcRTqrLJM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hiUcRTqrLJM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been obsessed with Journey lately. This song is constantly in my head!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-9119547434685370930?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/9119547434685370930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=9119547434685370930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/9119547434685370930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/9119547434685370930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-girl-can-help-it.html' title='Journey - Girl Can&amp;#39;t Help It'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-2802904773010845583</id><published>2009-01-31T23:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:10:50.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Train drops of jupiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VS0CV_GWEMI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VS0CV_GWEMI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;missing Marco Polo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-2802904773010845583?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/2802904773010845583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=2802904773010845583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2802904773010845583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2802904773010845583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/01/train-drops-of-jupiter.html' title='Train drops of jupiter'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8414160925344882575</id><published>2009-01-27T16:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:54:57.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SX-Njco28sI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WXFRfcuw5g4/s1600-h/happy_new_year_monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296107326933496514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SX-Njco28sI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WXFRfcuw5g4/s200/happy_new_year_monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hello! Wow, I miss my blogger world! Tax season has been in low gear so far this month, so I thought I would catch up before the storm hits in about two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Em dropped and broke my camera in December. Accidents happen so I bought her one for Christmas. And she dropped THAT one! So my pictures are very limited now *sniffle!* I will look into getting repaired ATS ("after tax season").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We're snowed in here in St. Louis (well, not &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; snowed in, but the driving is dangerous and violin lessons have been canceled for tonight). Last night the three of us played a terrifically fun card came called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nertz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nertz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tonight we're snuggled in again. We're going to make brownies, put on some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delilah.com/home/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; on the radio and play some more nertz! I love this time with my girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8414160925344882575?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8414160925344882575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8414160925344882575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8414160925344882575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8414160925344882575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/01/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SX-Njco28sI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WXFRfcuw5g4/s72-c/happy_new_year_monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1842063930271488759</id><published>2009-01-15T07:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:04:24.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've disappeared from the blogger world for awhile because of a) holiday busyness; and b) my obession with Facebook! I hope this finds everyone well. We had a nice, but busy Christmas. And from there, I head straight into tax season. The years seem to be flying by. January is been slow for us at work (thankfully), but the storm will hit about mid-February and you won't see me for awhile until mid-April! (Seems like I just posted about last year's tax season not too long ago!) I look forward to catching up on reading your wonderful blogs. I've missed you all! Take care and God bless! - MJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86JdXdD6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/eIKVgYX4-lc/s1600-h/PICT3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291512021359857570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86JdXdD6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/eIKVgYX4-lc/s200/PICT3300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A very tried three-of-us late on Christmas Eve, wearing our new Christmas jammies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86JADSh_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/gyFn3j_nNvk/s1600-h/meandedward.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291512013490653170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86JADSh_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/gyFn3j_nNvk/s200/meandedward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of Katie's Megaglomper friends made this for her. How cool! (Does this make me Edward's mother-in-law?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86I5S3dLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DzoOFmsU5fg/s1600-h/Christmas+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291512011676939442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86I5S3dLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/DzoOFmsU5fg/s200/Christmas+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Baby Aly is no more. Now she's Little Girl Aly! She was the highlight of Christmas morning, helping to pass gifts out to everyone (even though she had a look like, "Why am I handing out gifts?") Christmas Eve was dinner at Barb and Brad's. Christmas morning breakfast was at Chris and Jeneane's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86IsyhX1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/FliseH5naxU/s1600-h/Christmas+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291512008320048978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86IsyhX1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/FliseH5naxU/s200/Christmas+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Christmas morning at our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86IauBu7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/R6_L2_fOHYE/s1600-h/Christmas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291512003469360050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86IauBu7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/R6_L2_fOHYE/s200/Christmas+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Teenagers! (My, how fast they are growing!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88xWj0dgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/35OzdYiEIII/s1600-h/Pottery.08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291514905750697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88xWj0dgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/35OzdYiEIII/s200/Pottery.08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; A few weeks before Christmas, Sister-in-Law Jeneane, organized a "pottery night" at the Painted Pot. I learned a new technique - glass cutting. I was taught how to break pieces of glass and glue them together to make an artful project. That's my penguin on the right. It was later put in the kiln and melded together. I hope to do more of this in the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88xMTKvcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kP15enXXmxU/s1600-h/Pottery.08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291514902996499906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88xMTKvcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kP15enXXmxU/s200/Pottery.08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Barb, Jeneane, and Melanie at the Painted Pot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88wyjJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAV4/EKbj6ZXNAKE/s1600-h/Pottery.08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291514896084235026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88wyjJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAV4/EKbj6ZXNAKE/s200/Pottery.08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Concentrating on that glue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88wkqRKYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/akFZ2hmHKkQ/s1600-h/PICT3551.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291514892355971458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88wkqRKYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/akFZ2hmHKkQ/s200/PICT3551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Eve, Barb hosted her tradition "Kids NYE" party. Every year they write out the highlights of the old year, predictions for the new year, and read previous years' predictions. It's fun to see what they have written in the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88wVdiBFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/P8-rNjkUiyk/s1600-h/PICT3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291514888276018258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW88wVdiBFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/P8-rNjkUiyk/s200/PICT3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The "Rob Your Neighbor" game. It's lots of fun, but they look oh-so serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SX-Sn8wc3XI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-1LwsbQUNCQ/s1600-h/nye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296112901832891762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SX-Sn8wc3XI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-1LwsbQUNCQ/s200/nye2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My church had a New Year's Eve dinner and service. My pastor had asked me the day before if I would speak 3 - 4 minutes on the past year and how God had taken me through some troubled times (my divorce). I'm so glad I'm in the Toastmaster's public speaking club at work. It made me a lot less nervous and I actually enjoyed the opportunity to speak!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW8_DsOLXOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dUjOdGRnlDw/s1600-h/NYE.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291517419826404578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW8_DsOLXOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dUjOdGRnlDw/s200/NYE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1842063930271488759?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1842063930271488759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1842063930271488759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1842063930271488759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1842063930271488759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time.html' title='Long Time!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SW86JdXdD6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/eIKVgYX4-lc/s72-c/PICT3300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3218352777744738612</id><published>2008-12-09T19:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:58:25.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We've been busy elves around here! Keeping this Christmas time simple so we can enjoy the reason for the season and experience some true PEACE (instead of the normal holiday chaos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8pUKqP6BI/AAAAAAAAASw/v0m_Ij5dKKw/s1600-h/SpaNight+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277982714737190930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8pUKqP6BI/AAAAAAAAASw/v0m_Ij5dKKw/s200/SpaNight+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm loving the prelit tree I bought last year! This is the first year ever we decorated the house the day after Thanksgiving. In fact we set the tree up at 12:30 a.m. after Thanksgiving, night owls that we are! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8g2bkz4EI/AAAAAAAAAR4/m2XL328STn0/s1600-h/SpaNight+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8g2udIxOI/AAAAAAAAASA/44asNEUMOlQ/s1600-h/SpaNight+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277973412856775906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8g2udIxOI/AAAAAAAAASA/44asNEUMOlQ/s200/SpaNight+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've been trying to cook more at home and finding out how more settled I feel. Above is Greek chicken and potatoes served on my mix-and-match holidayware I've collected over the years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8iFzDQ7iI/AAAAAAAAASg/W-40WGQdelI/s1600-h/SpaNight+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277974771300101666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8iFzDQ7iI/AAAAAAAAASg/W-40WGQdelI/s200/SpaNight+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feefers is taking it all in. He recently experienced his first snowfall and loved it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8iFvrVIsI/AAAAAAAAASY/EfgGOhlsWAY/s1600-h/SpaNight+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277974770394407618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8iFvrVIsI/AAAAAAAAASY/EfgGOhlsWAY/s200/SpaNight+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some friends over for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop.beauticontrol.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/TopCategoriesDisplay?langId=-1&amp;amp;storeId=10551&amp;amp;catalogId=10551"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;spa night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. We had such a RELAXING, fun time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8g3d1PxNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EvNt1glHUxM/s1600-h/SpaNight+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277973425574364370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8g3d1PxNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EvNt1glHUxM/s200/SpaNight+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lesia's stylin' baby! LOL This was the part where we exfoliated our lips. It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8g3JrzZII/AAAAAAAAASI/Dhs-WJJfagI/s1600-h/SpaNight+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277973420166046850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8g3JrzZII/AAAAAAAAASI/Dhs-WJJfagI/s200/SpaNight+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've been using BeautiControl products for over a month and can honestly tell the difference. (Do you think I'll get free products for saying that?! LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8vORCc9oI/AAAAAAAAAS8/m1QsafQoTtI/s1600-h/holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277989210439874178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8vORCc9oI/AAAAAAAAAS8/m1QsafQoTtI/s200/holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying the season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Make someone feel special today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3218352777744738612?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3218352777744738612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3218352777744738612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3218352777744738612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3218352777744738612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-happenings.html' title='Holiday Happenings'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/ST8pUKqP6BI/AAAAAAAAASw/v0m_Ij5dKKw/s72-c/SpaNight+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1052993227687268920</id><published>2008-11-28T02:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:16:32.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Thanksgiving Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-naRMrEfI/AAAAAAAAARY/vRtqwPlnDi4/s1600-h/PICT2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273617758409134578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-naRMrEfI/AAAAAAAAARY/vRtqwPlnDi4/s200/PICT2563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Maybe it was the nicer weather. Maybe it was having the celebration back at my brother's place after a nasty house fire last year. Maybe it's that the kids are growing up and we're not having to follow them around everywhere. I don't know what it was, but this was the most relaxed and fun Thanksgiving I can ever recall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-nbZK6KHI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ui3Y1WZiusU/s1600-h/PICT2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273617777729087602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-nbZK6KHI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ui3Y1WZiusU/s200/PICT2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, we're were always expected to "behave" at family functions. Although I miss my mom, it's like we have free reign to laugh, act silly, and be ourselves now. The best part (besides the fantastic food) was doing dishes in Marty's kitchen as we rocked out to some of his favorite tunes (and some old songs too!) We danced as we did our chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids, dessert was NEVER served until the dishes were done. Ah, the freedom to let the dishes sit and to enjoy each other's company. There was no official announcement when it was time to clean up. I wandered into the kitchen and picked up a dish cloth and before you know it, everyone was there pitching in....and having a grateful, hysterical, memory-making time of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-na2FzYbI/AAAAAAAAARo/N0T9d077dCM/s1600-h/PICT2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273617768312431026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-na2FzYbI/AAAAAAAAARo/N0T9d077dCM/s200/PICT2612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-natPNcmI/AAAAAAAAARg/9HjvOtm6L9I/s1600-h/PICT2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273617765935968866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-natPNcmI/AAAAAAAAARg/9HjvOtm6L9I/s200/PICT2571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-naFpeIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ATF8kU_ZbuY/s1600-h/PICT2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273617755308696002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-naFpeIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ATF8kU_ZbuY/s200/PICT2562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1052993227687268920?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1052993227687268920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1052993227687268920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1052993227687268920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1052993227687268920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-best-thanksgiving-ever.html' title='My Best Thanksgiving Ever!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SS-naRMrEfI/AAAAAAAAARY/vRtqwPlnDi4/s72-c/PICT2563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-757884359910736559</id><published>2008-11-25T20:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:05:26.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you deal with the ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;narrow-minded - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;adjective&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/intolerant"&gt;intolerant&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/conservative"&gt;conservative&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/prejudice"&gt;prejudiced&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/biased"&gt;biased&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/provincial"&gt;provincial&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/petty"&gt;petty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/reactionary"&gt;reactionary&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/parochial"&gt;parochial&lt;/a&gt;, short-sighted, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/bigoted"&gt;bigoted&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/insular"&gt;insular&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/opinionated"&gt;opinionated&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/small-minded"&gt;small-minded&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/hidebound"&gt;hidebound&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/illiberal"&gt;illiberal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/strait-laced"&gt;strait-laced&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend whom I have tolerated for years. She fits every description above. She didn't start out that way (or I wouldn't have become friends with her). Over time, she has increasingly become more and more unbearable. She expects everyone to believe exactly as she does or else she doesn't "approve" of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SSy5h39Um7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hxNqqnfoijA/s1600-h/narrowminded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272793255351983026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SSy5h39Um7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hxNqqnfoijA/s200/narrowminded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live this way for a very long time, you become entirely self-centered as she has become. I hate walking on eggshells around her. I can't be myself around her because I might offend her. I've been bending over backwards, trying to bite my tongue and do the right thing. I have kept my mouth shut and have been forgiving when she has offended ME with her ignorance. I have changed the topic, skirted the issues, talked about the weather, just to avoid getting into a confrontation with her. Because she attends my church, I see people bowing to her attitude as I have, also trying to do the good "Christian" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I have kindly and gently spoken my mind, not about her personally, but about my opinion on some issues. Suddenly I am the enemy. I am the "hypocrite." I greeted her kindly last time I saw her but I don't know how long I can keep up the facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you do? I need some advice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-757884359910736559?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/757884359910736559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=757884359910736559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/757884359910736559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/757884359910736559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-do-you-deal-with.html' title='How do you deal with the ....'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SSy5h39Um7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hxNqqnfoijA/s72-c/narrowminded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5086680297625016805</id><published>2008-11-22T23:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:58:20.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SSjwHtfl5UI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uObDk7QbvI4/s1600-h/MJ.Kelkool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271727379099018562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SSjwHtfl5UI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uObDk7QbvI4/s200/MJ.Kelkool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'm grateful for good friends. One of them is Kelly. We first met nearly 12 years ago when I was new to my church. I felt then that we would be good friends. We both have been through a lot in our respective lives in the past 12 years and have recently reconnected through Facebook. Kelly invited me to a women's meeting at her church tonight and I was really BLESSED! It was so good to see Kell in person again and to know that we are indeed really good friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5086680297625016805?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5086680297625016805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5086680297625016805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5086680297625016805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5086680297625016805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/11/grateful-for-good-friends.html' title='Grateful for Good Friends'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SSjwHtfl5UI/AAAAAAAAAQg/uObDk7QbvI4/s72-c/MJ.Kelkool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-7197034103862670086</id><published>2008-11-13T21:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:29:28.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm learning to appreciate each season. I used to dread autumn because it ushered in winter (and I despise the cold!). Seeing the flocks of birds fly south always made me sad. I realized my change in attitude the other day when I was happy to see the little guys heading for warmer climates (they must be the smart ones!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRztyUXAFfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TfYk7Rk8Rr0/s1600-h/birdsonpowerline(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268347112831063538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRztyUXAFfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TfYk7Rk8Rr0/s200/birdsonpowerline(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't take credit for the above picture-it's from Google images, but I did take the one below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRzty8GlVKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UTh6NsszAi8/s1600-h/Moon+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268347123499619490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRzty8GlVKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UTh6NsszAi8/s200/Moon+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another part of appreciating the season is taking notice of the moon. It's been so pretty to me lately. This is not a very clear picture, but it's the moon through the branches of my backyard tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRzu7eqeILI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IyrTl_BeUfw/s1600-h/truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268348369727529138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRzu7eqeILI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IyrTl_BeUfw/s200/truth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All my life, it seems, I have kept my opinion to myself (for the most part) so as not to rock the boat. It's been a real eye-opening experience for me through this past election. I voted for what I thought was right in my heart--the truth for me--and was so heavily attacked by friends whom I've discovered are very narrow-minded. I'm amazed at so many people who think it's their way (the way they perceive life) or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be open-hearted to people. Sure, I have my own convictions, but I know I cannot push them off on others or expect others to believe exactly the way I do. I'm learning that, for me personally, I just can't go with the flow, be content with the status quo. I have to do what's right for me and follow God's leading, even if others do not approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-7197034103862670086?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/7197034103862670086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=7197034103862670086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7197034103862670086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7197034103862670086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/11/appreciate-season.html' title='Appreciate the Season'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRztyUXAFfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TfYk7Rk8Rr0/s72-c/birdsonpowerline(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-9042296605425695110</id><published>2008-11-06T12:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:35:04.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel that????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's the earth shaking because Mary Jo is actually cleaning out her scrapbooking area!!! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRM4an-WBcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MsX7FgPbrdQ/s1600-h/scrapbook%2520desk%2520system%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265614419384468930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRM4an-WBcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MsX7FgPbrdQ/s200/scrapbook%2520desk%2520system%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I found this pic on the web. Oh, that I should be so organized! But then again, I look at this and realize the scrapping surface is waaaaay too small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-9042296605425695110?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/9042296605425695110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=9042296605425695110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/9042296605425695110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/9042296605425695110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-feel-that.html' title='Do you feel that????'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SRM4an-WBcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MsX7FgPbrdQ/s72-c/scrapbook%2520desk%2520system%25201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-230112710636381954</id><published>2008-11-02T21:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:02:05.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to be grateful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52jE6MIDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fQyYjZH_9-s/s1600-h/Homeless08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264275359427993650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52jE6MIDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fQyYjZH_9-s/s200/Homeless08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here in the US, we celebrate Thanksgiving Day at the end of November. I have learned in recent years to be thankful each and every day. Our church has a motto: Vision - Mission - Hope. We're taking the church out of the building and into the streets. Tonight a group of us served a turkey dinner at a homeless shelter in downtown St. Louis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is the second time Katie, Emily, and I have helped. I love to see the look on my daughters' faces when they realize they are making a difference in someone's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52i9tmh6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/CNONuhXZurw/s1600-h/Homeless08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264275357496149922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52i9tmh6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/CNONuhXZurw/s200/Homeless08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52ikAjsUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BzK69Tv54XM/s1600-h/Homeless08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264275350596333890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52ikAjsUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BzK69Tv54XM/s200/Homeless08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52j51eFZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/V0VWFuwpRA0/s1600-h/Homeless08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264275373635278226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52j51eFZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/V0VWFuwpRA0/s200/Homeless08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-230112710636381954?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/230112710636381954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=230112710636381954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/230112710636381954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/230112710636381954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-to-be-grateful-for.html' title='Something to be grateful for...'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ52jE6MIDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fQyYjZH_9-s/s72-c/Homeless08+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8852162945910249714</id><published>2008-11-01T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:51:45.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ0iJ2tLncI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JP91ajQVsXE/s1600-h/Halloween08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263901092165164482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ0iJ2tLncI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JP91ajQVsXE/s200/Halloween08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ0iKJNNBxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fwXPcTsSbGQ/s1600-h/Halloween08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263901097131312914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ0iKJNNBxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fwXPcTsSbGQ/s200/Halloween08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Early in the week it was soooo cold here. We had our first frost warning. But slowly the temperature increased as the week progressed, and Halloween night proved to be a pleasantly warm night. I'm surprised my girls still want to dress up and trick-or-treat at ages 16 and 13 (I thought I was too old myself at 11). Katie said this is her last year. It's sad in a way but also a relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ0iK4loykI/AAAAAAAAAPY/WGWglw_ydY8/s1600-h/Halloween08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263901109850262082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ0iK4loykI/AAAAAAAAAPY/WGWglw_ydY8/s200/Halloween08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; We had an unusually wet summer, so the leaves have been slow in changing this year. My backyard tree has finally changed in the past few days. I guess Fall is officially here now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local radio station has been playing Christmas songs already. I've been enjoying them while the weather was cool, but it makes me a bit queasy when it's summer-like weather and everyone's preparing for Halloween. I had to take a break. Running my holidays together was getting a little weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8852162945910249714?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8852162945910249714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8852162945910249714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8852162945910249714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8852162945910249714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-time-of-year.html' title='That time of year....'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQ0iJ2tLncI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JP91ajQVsXE/s72-c/Halloween08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-159060747030126205</id><published>2008-10-30T23:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:15:08.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag....you're it!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://thisnnnthat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trish&lt;/a&gt; to list six random things about myself and then tag six others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) I'm crazy for stationery supplies....notecards, paper, colored paperclips and rubberbands, funky post-it notes, different tacks, etc. And my FAVORITE: journals! I just drool over them (well I try not to unless I pay for it first! LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2) I never realized how close-minded I was until I went through my divorce. Since then, my whole world has opened up. I really wouldn't go back or trade it for anything. It was the most painful thing I went through but out of it came a better person (me) whom I'm actually starting to like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3) I'm learning that dreams really do come true, even the simple ones. Since I was a little girl I've always wanted both a beagle and a dachsund at the same time. And I have them now, and the cool thing is I didn't plan it that way. I just happened to stumble across both doggies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;4) I've been keeping this private for the sake of argument and people trying to force their own personal views on me, but here it is: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'M VOTING FOR BARACK OBAMA FOR PRESIDENT!&lt;/span&gt; I'm pro-life, pro-family, but this country is in need of some serious change. I'm learning that swimming against the tide isn't always a bad thing, but sometimes quite necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;5) I find myself recently fascinated with a part of the world that always intimidated me......Greece, Turkey, Cyprus, the Middle East, Morocco. I wonder if I'll end up there some day? I was reading in my Bible this morning from the Book of Acts in the New Testament. I got out my Bible map and was surprised to see many of those places were where Paul's journeys took him. Kinda wild!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6) I love the song, "Suddenly Seymour" from Little Shop of Horrors (okay, that was REALLY random! LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I pick 6 people:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://rhonacs-lifeingeneral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://luckysshamrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://lisalwatson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://jolenegeorge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jolene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://timewithtascha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tascha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://egratsia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eleni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person or persons who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write six random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee227/crabbyattitude/tag_youre_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee227/crabbyattitude/tag_youre_it.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-159060747030126205?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/159060747030126205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=159060747030126205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/159060747030126205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/159060747030126205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagyoure-it.html' title='Tag....you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1328308443524110053</id><published>2008-10-30T22:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:32:39.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Squash Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp2Y2kLTiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/whBN6rrCDIA/s1600-h/Fall08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263149283872034338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp2Y2kLTiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/whBN6rrCDIA/s200/Fall08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have always had an aversion to vegetables. Growing up, I only liked peas and lima beans because they were easy to swallow whole! As I grew older, peer pressure (i.e., not wanting to look like a fool in front of my friends) caused me to go out on a limb and try new things. So I do eat a few healthy things, but still whenever I would diet, I would think of veggies as the enemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been meeting with Rachel, my nutrition guru, her excitement about healthy things has been catching! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp2ZFYtUUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7g7sT4rMzpo/s1600-h/Fall08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263149287850463554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp2ZFYtUUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7g7sT4rMzpo/s200/Fall08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; The butternut squash hacked up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp2Zv6zKsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sLbCsWnMrKo/s1600-h/Fall08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263149299267742402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp2Zv6zKsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sLbCsWnMrKo/s200/Fall08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I toasted the seeds and they were yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp672804uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/c5MjwrTvcAo/s1600-h/Fall08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154283317355234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp672804uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/c5MjwrTvcAo/s200/Fall08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yay! It turned out like sweet potato pie. I threw in some vanilla, cinnamon, and browns sugar. Delicious! Now I'm excited about trying more different things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1328308443524110053?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1328308443524110053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1328308443524110053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1328308443524110053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1328308443524110053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-squash-adventure.html' title='My Squash Adventure'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQp2Y2kLTiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/whBN6rrCDIA/s72-c/Fall08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-7515187692695852487</id><published>2008-10-29T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:47:59.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fallness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQhZErwDRUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/x8ns8YjNmN8/s1600-h/braces.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262554101581038914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQhZErwDRUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/x8ns8YjNmN8/s200/braces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily shows off her colors from her visit to the orthodontist yesterday. Smart girl opted against the Halloween colors as her next appointment is not until December 9th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQhZEHJZZvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wigSwIsYdwI/s1600-h/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262554091755235058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQhZEHJZZvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wigSwIsYdwI/s200/pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went with a friend to the Illinois Ladies Retreat (a church thing) in Bloomington, Illinois. Along the way we stopped at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foothipies.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Blue Springs Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; in Highland, Illinois. Delicious home cooking and home of the Foot Hi Pie. (I stand corrected as I always call them "Mile High" pies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQhZEF1-jhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/A3hQqUwcn3U/s1600-h/artist.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262554091405348370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQhZEF1-jhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/A3hQqUwcn3U/s200/artist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on the wall at violin lessons, so I had to snap a pic of it! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&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/6856854051018772322-7515187692695852487?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/7515187692695852487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=7515187692695852487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7515187692695852487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7515187692695852487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-fallness.html' title='More Fallness'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQhZErwDRUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/x8ns8YjNmN8/s72-c/braces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6796135097864109766</id><published>2008-10-27T06:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:08:37.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsx859izI/AAAAAAAAAOA/U_ms9GOylek/s1600-h/Bored+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261801713815096114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsx859izI/AAAAAAAAAOA/U_ms9GOylek/s200/Bored+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Katie spotted this squirrel outside my window, taking a break for some sun bathing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsxt2xHgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AdMyOZkLBM4/s1600-h/Bored+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261801709775166978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsxt2xHgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AdMyOZkLBM4/s200/Bored+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Phoenix is all snuggled up for a cool, fall evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsxSOcdgI/AAAAAAAAANw/C2kU4MtNXNE/s1600-h/Bored+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261801702358283778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsxSOcdgI/AAAAAAAAANw/C2kU4MtNXNE/s200/Bored+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love crunching through the leaves on a warm, fall day. As a kid, once mid-September hit, Mom never allowed us outdoors barefoot, even if the weather was warm. So I didn't get to experience barefoot leaf-crunching until I was an adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsw5szKsI/AAAAAAAAANo/EdlnBkah6PY/s1600-h/Bored+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261801695774714562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsw5szKsI/AAAAAAAAANo/EdlnBkah6PY/s200/Bored+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had this plant on the deck all summer. It had become tall and gangly and overgrown, so I chopped the heck out of it and decided to just go with the new growth at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWrxjr514I/AAAAAAAAANg/r0IP-c8q9FI/s1600-h/Bored+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261800607533619074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWrxjr514I/AAAAAAAAANg/r0IP-c8q9FI/s200/Bored+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late at night when Katie snapped this one. This is me, very tired, trying to look like I'm not! That's a butternut squash at my elbow. I'm planning on cooking it this week (something new!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6796135097864109766?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6796135097864109766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6796135097864109766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6796135097864109766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6796135097864109766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/fallness.html' title='Fallness'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SQWsx859izI/AAAAAAAAAOA/U_ms9GOylek/s72-c/Bored+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6268126199277115176</id><published>2008-10-20T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:14:05.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/IMGP3848.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/IMGP3848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;All day at work I was actually looking forward to getting home and finishing this job. I'm so pleased with it! And besides having room to park the car AND finding the missing garage door remote, guess what else I found??? My missing Disney World pics!! Yay!! We went there at Christmas in 2000 and I have torn the house apart looking for them. I was beginning to fear I had accidentally thrown them away. But there they were, tucked away in a box in the corner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/IMGP3843.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/IMGP3843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I love this self-portrait Em took. It reminds me of a Nancy Drew cover! &lt;em&gt;Emily McConnell and the Case of the Missing Jonas Brother.&lt;/em&gt;  LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6268126199277115176?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6268126199277115176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6268126199277115176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6268126199277115176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6268126199277115176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/finished.html' title='Finished!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-7393835308557160468</id><published>2008-10-19T14:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:14:34.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My daisies from Sue hung in there for a long time, brightening my kitchen. What a good start to each day with this pretty sight each morning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout the summer, I have parked the car in the driveway and the garage quickly became a catch-all. Now with the weather cooling down, I'm not looking forward to scraping frost or ice off the windows, so it's time to make room for the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my - does this not look like one of those photos where a tornado just came through?! Last fall when I had the garage door fixed, I literally just threw stuff towards the back of the garage to squeeze my car in. This time I thought I'd better do it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about halfway done, but it's looking good and I'm getting rid of a TON of clutter and old memories that no longer serve any purpose in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflect upon a year ago. I was newly separated and still very much in shock even though I had much hope for my future and saw the door opening wide to dreams I never imagined could ever possibly come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A year later, I have grown and learned SO much, and honestly? I would not trade any of the sorrow or pain I have experienced. It most certainly has made me a much stronger person with the help of God. I never ever could be as close to God as I feel now, if not for the trials I have gone through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.....moving forward!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Fallish08015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-7393835308557160468?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/7393835308557160468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=7393835308557160468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7393835308557160468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7393835308557160468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/season-of-change.html' title='Season of Change'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-2762031640147400210</id><published>2008-10-10T07:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:07:23.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli sings Elmo to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lv38j4lPzd0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lv38j4lPzd0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrea can sing me to sleep any night! ;o) hee! hee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-2762031640147400210?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/2762031640147400210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=2762031640147400210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2762031640147400210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2762031640147400210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/andrea-bocelli-sings-elmo-to-sleep.html' title='Andrea Bocelli sings Elmo to sleep'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1036326129090212896</id><published>2008-10-04T23:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:27:06.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, a real post now ;o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all! I know it's been awhile. Life and work has kept me busy (I know, I know - I've been on Facebook a lot, but that doesn't require quite as much brain power!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading into our "2nd Tax Season" of sorts. October 15th is when the extended individual tax returns are due (the ones that didn't go out last April 15th). There's a LOT of procrastination where I work, so we will be slammed next week. Last year it went like this: Week 1 - I worked 37 hours (normally 30-35); Week 2 - I worked 52 hours; Week 3 - I worked 75.5 hours! This year I have worked only 50 hours this week (ONLY!) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is some catch-up from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I AM WOMAN - HEAR ME ROAR! (rawr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago during a weird ice storm, a large upper branch on this tree broke off and has been gradually making its way down the tree. It finally got to the point where I was able to pull some of the dead pieces down (after many prayers of protection for the house, the deck, the window, the roof, and me!) &lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; looking down from the deck - (this is a view of my messy patio that I hope to turn into a lovely sitting area next spring!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Last weekend with the help of a rake and advice from Emily who was supervising, I was able to bring this baby down! It was resting on the tree and the roof (to the right, and just above my bedroom window), so I wanted to take it down manually before a giant windstorm did it for me and who knows what damage to the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; here's part of it - thankfully it came crashing down right here and kinda in slow motion, so there was no damage to humans or property ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;DOGGY UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My little wiener schnitzel - Phoenix! He's really growing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Sho-Sho! (Shiloh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Still the king of the castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BIRTHDAY FLOWERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Last week I celebrated (belatedly) my birthday with my girls from church. We ate at the Mother-in-Law House in Old St. Charles. Sorry I don't have pics from that. I got some nice gifts and cards, including these flowers. These are from Judy's garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sue got me the lovely yellow daisies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DefinitelyRandom010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest-of-the-weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1036326129090212896?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1036326129090212896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1036326129090212896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1036326129090212896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1036326129090212896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-real-post-now-o.html' title='Okay, a real post now ;o)'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-7416030851189821056</id><published>2008-10-04T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:21:41.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NaCCG7QkM_c' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NaCCG7QkM_c'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Help! I'm stuck in the 70s! ;o) This makes me soooo happy!!!! :o)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-7416030851189821056?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/7416030851189821056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=7416030851189821056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7416030851189821056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7416030851189821056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunshine-day.html' title='Sunshine Day'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5044242551025443139</id><published>2008-10-04T08:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:27:59.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Kim Rock Me Gently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/MnqkaH_EP_o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MnqkaH_EP_o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking a trip down memory lane! Remember this one?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5044242551025443139?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5044242551025443139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5044242551025443139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5044242551025443139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5044242551025443139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/10/andy-kim-rock-me-gently.html' title='Andy Kim Rock Me Gently'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6215035348549774227</id><published>2008-09-26T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:44:52.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've heard of a few people that are on Twitter. I'm not sure I get it. Blogging and Facebooking are one thing, but are there people out there who really want to know every little detail I might choose to share? Or have we become such a self-absorbed society that we &lt;em&gt;assume&lt;/em&gt; people will want to know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q136/bakea/TWITTER_BOTONES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q136/bakea/TWITTER_BOTONES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you Twitter? Let me know what you think of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - I had all I could take of the first presidential debate (yawn!) I'll have to read the highlights later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/dyedinthewool/Smilies/Yawn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/dyedinthewool/Smilies/Yawn.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6215035348549774227?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6215035348549774227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6215035348549774227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6215035348549774227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6215035348549774227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/09/twitter-anyone.html' title='Twitter anyone?'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk157/dyedinthewool/Smilies/th_Yawn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-2258226896430836763</id><published>2008-09-21T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:42:45.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d39/fudgebabii/-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d39/fudgebabii/-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Since 5th grade, I have considered myself a writer. But even though I have doodled, drew pictures, and sketches through the years, for some reason, I never considered myself artistic. Several years ago, a friend looked at me and asked, "Are you an artist?" I scowled and snorted and said, "Huh, NO!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But thanks to the inspiration of some of my blogger friends, I guess I realized I AM an artist. Just because I don't have aspirations to have a great painting in a museum or even to have people displaying my work in their homes, just like my writing, my art is for fun and lately has been somewhat therapeutic for me. Inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisnnnthat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, I've just started sketching in my journal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were at &lt;a href="http://www.magichouse.org/"&gt;the Magic House&lt;/a&gt; (a hands-on kids' science museum here in St. Louis) for a party. On a whim, I sketched my self portrait, just for fun! (This was a light board intended to sketch silhouettes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/ZooMagicHouse094.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/ZooMagicHouse094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, so it doesn't really look like me, but it was fun sketching it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another inspiration of mine is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timewithtascha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tascha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; in Canada. I love her work, and her blog is so fun, especially the videos. I just recently purchased one of her prints called "Lovers" - isn't it adorable? (You can see a better view of it in Tascha's Etsy shop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Taschaprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Taschaprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always inspired by the creativity of my other blogger friends as well, whether showing their scrapbooking projects, photography, or just their artful blog entries. So thanks to all of you for the inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-2258226896430836763?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/2258226896430836763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=2258226896430836763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2258226896430836763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2258226896430836763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5886969560212340609</id><published>2008-09-09T07:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:51:28.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool new widgets and hello to my visitors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey, check out my side bar and my new widgets I stole from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://egratsia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eleni's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; blog. I love seeing who has visited my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO to you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a special HELLO to Kat's "stalker" friends, Helen and Clare in California (hee! hee! just kidding, girls!) They sent Kat these delicious chocolate chip cookies. YUM! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow (or just even visit on occasion) my blog, please sign to the left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5886969560212340609?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5886969560212340609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5886969560212340609' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5886969560212340609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5886969560212340609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/09/cool-new-widgets-and-hello-to-my.html' title='Cool new widgets and hello to my visitors!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-4179358377783719131</id><published>2008-09-08T21:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:11:35.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Messy Little Secret/Blast to the Past/Healthy Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Got your attention, didn't I! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I spent less time surfing the web and reading blogs and Facebook, I might actually get some projects done on my To-Do list! I thought that maybe by showing the blogger world what my supposed scrapbook table looks like, you will understand why I never scrapbook anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And also by showing my embarrassing mess to you, my blogger friends, it might put a fire under me to actually do something about it - make me somewhat accountable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love to read scrapbooking blogs and those who have whole rooms dedicated to their craft just make me drool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So here is my scrapbooking area (gasp!) It could be really cool. It's on a big, old table in my basement right next to the sliding glass door looking out into the yard. My idea is to not only have the basement and this area organized and presentable, but to have a nice patio/garden area to look out on as I work. Right now it's just a messy concrete slab with no furniture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bloggerstuff004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bloggerstuff004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(BTW, I have no idea why the talking bird is on my table. You can see it's evolving into a junk table!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is a cool photo of me and my sibs back in 1986. (I was dating my ex at the time.) This was taken on a Sunday afternoon at Sears as a surprise Christmas gift for our parents. I remember the five of us riding in my rusty red Duster and singing along with Whitney Houston's "The Greatest Love of All" at the top of our lungs (hey, I said it was the 80s!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bloggerstuff005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bloggerstuff005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Clockwise from top left): Marty (17), Lauren (19), Chris (14), Barb (21) &amp;amp; me (23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My how we have changed in the last 22 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;On my quest for healthier eating habits, I have started meeting with a woman named Rachel who is counseling me in a more healthy lifestyle. She's teaching me about eating healthy and I'm learning about and trying foods I've never heard of! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bloggerstuff003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bloggerstuff003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is a vinegar that Rachel absolutely raved about when she took me on a tour of Whole Foods. So I had to buy a bottle. I haven't tried it yet. I'm a little nervous. (What the heck is an ume plum anyway?) But I will trust Rachel and be brave and try it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bloggerstuff001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bloggerstuff001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rachel told me this was a leek. I have heard of leeks but had no idea (still really have no idea) what they are. It looked interesting. Sadly it's fading away in my fridge.  Rachel told me I could chop it up and saute it with garlic. Um...yeah. ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Seriously though, I want to change my habits. Diets don't work for me, and I know I can't and won't change over night. So I'm trying one or two new things a week. So far I have tried quinoa (pronounced "keen-wah"), a South American grain that cooks like rice but is really healthy. I've also tried Swiss Chard, which is similar to spinach. I sauteed it in olive oil and added some Greek spices. It wasn't bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;For someone who has grown up absolutely hating vegetables, it's taking me time to get used to these new things!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-4179358377783719131?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/4179358377783719131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=4179358377783719131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4179358377783719131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4179358377783719131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-messy-little-secretblast-to.html' title='My Messy Little Secret/Blast to the Past/Healthy Eating'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1339204680390744342</id><published>2008-09-08T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:35:09.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy fall dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bruschetta-Chicken-Bake-43395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Bruschetta-Chicken-Bake-43395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately it's been a rare occasion when I cook (unfortunately), but yesterday temperatures felt cool and crisp, and I had just received some new recipes in the mail. So I made &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/recipes/bruschetta-chicken-bake-65546.aspx"&gt;this!&lt;/a&gt; It was quite delicious (if I do say so myself). I'm trying to use more healthy and organic food, but this made for something quick and easy that will be simple to throw together during a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Betty, came over yesterday for a visit. It made me realize I haven't had someone over like that for much too long. I always use the excuse that the house is too messy (and it was messy, but Betty and I had a nice time anyway!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1339204680390744342?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1339204680390744342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1339204680390744342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1339204680390744342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1339204680390744342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/09/yummy-fall-dinner.html' title='Yummy fall dinner'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-2595914372216329584</id><published>2008-09-06T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:54:30.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate politics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p182/TheSushiGal/Vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p182/TheSushiGal/Vote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me start by saying I am a patriotic American and very proud of and thankful for the country we live in and the democracy we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;However. I absolutely abhor every four years when we must vote for a new president. I'm so sick of the pundits and the opinions and the bashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I grew up with do-or-die Democrats for parents. I go to a church where most of the people that attend there boast of being Republican (don't get me started on the mixing of religion and politics!) Being a rebel by nature, I consider myself to be middle-of-the-road. Both sides have issues I like and issues I don't like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't stand people who think it's their way or the highway. I can't stand when people try to force their beliefs on me. I can't stand people telling me how to vote. I don't like when some people vote for a party just because of one issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have known since last fall which candidate I will vote for in the upcoming November election, but I will remain silent on that. #1 - I don't want any debates and people trying to convince me to switch to their side; #2 - It's nobody's business! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you, dear blogger readers, for letting me vent (as I climb down from my soapbox!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll243/tsmiles2me/VoteForChange-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll243/tsmiles2me/VoteForChange-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-2595914372216329584?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/2595914372216329584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=2595914372216329584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2595914372216329584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2595914372216329584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-politics.html' title='I hate politics!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3642373444920446642</id><published>2008-09-04T22:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:04:49.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip to Nebraska!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we saw the summer was quickly coming to an end, Katie, Emily, and I decided to start a new tradition: a Labor Day Weekend road trip! As Katie put it, "It's not so much the destination, but driving for hours in the car, staying at a hotel far from home where there's a pool, a hot tub, cable TV and lots of snacks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Kansas City and Chicago (been there). I suggested a place we have never been too. We talked about Indianapolis but we have driven through Indiana before so we decided to visit a state nearby we have never been to: Nebraska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful drive. The Labor Day traffic was only bad in the St. Louis area on the way out. The rest of the trip, traffic wasn't bad at all. The zoo was fun. The hotel was nice. We did lots of relaxing and watching &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/"&gt;HGTV&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; peephole for midgets! ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't realize I had booked a suite. It cost only slightly more than a regular room and was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha040-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha040-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha042-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha042-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Extremely comfy beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MONKEYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.orientaltrading.com/"&gt;Oriental Trading&lt;/a&gt; and were pleasantly surprised to see their headquarters located right down the road from our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Omaha084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you going to Omaha?" so many people asked us. "Because we've never been there!" was our reply. Searching the internet, we thought their &lt;a href="http://omahazoo.com/"&gt;zoo&lt;/a&gt; looked interesting. And it was! It was well worth paying the admission fee of $11 per person. (We are very spoiled here in St. Louis with our free zoo.)&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/6856854051018772322-3642373444920446642?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3642373444920446642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3642373444920446642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3642373444920446642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3642373444920446642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/09/roadtrip-to-nebraska.html' title='Roadtrip to Nebraska!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1756995287683229127</id><published>2008-08-28T07:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:49:12.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnapped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Kidnapped001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Kidnapped001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Monday marked Emily's 13th birthday! (Yep, I'm officially the mom of two teenagers - oy!) Two of her best friends, Emily R and Sydney showed up at our house at 6 a.m., dressed her up silly, and took her out for breakfast before school started. Thanks go out to the sainted Mr. R who so kindly sat out in his truck for 1/2 hour that early in the morning while the girls dressed Emily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Kidnapped004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Kidnapped004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Kidnapped005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Kidnapped005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Kidnapped006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Kidnapped006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sydney, Emily, Emily R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1756995287683229127?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1756995287683229127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1756995287683229127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1756995287683229127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1756995287683229127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/08/kidnapped.html' title='Kidnapped!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3302465699990185801</id><published>2008-08-20T06:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:06:57.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uit'/><title type='text'>An Eventful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday was an eventful day off work for me. My mother-in-law (ahem--pardon me....&lt;em&gt;former&lt;/em&gt; mother-in-law!) and I went shopping in historic Old St. Charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; and had a lovely lunch at the Mother-in-Law House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. Yes, I thought it would be funny to dine with her there! (I've tried to include the links, but they are not working for some reason.) It was quite lovely and Victorian (my favorite) on the inside. I had their baked potato soup with salad. Their homemade celery seed dressing was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MILhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MILhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up and down the cobblestone streets, along the Missouri River, looking in the quaint little shops. Many of the buildings there date as far back as the 1700s! Lewis &amp;amp; Clark, famous American explorers, started out here. It's only ten minutes from my house, but I always seem to forget it's there. It's definitely a little vacation away from home and a great place I like to take out-of-town guests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After the shopping excursion, she left and Katie, Emily, and I met their dad at the post office to apply for passports for the girls. No, we don't know where we're going! But I want to be ready when the opportunity arises! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i536.photobucket.com/albums/ff326/Erinskrobot/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i536.photobucket.com/albums/ff326/Erinskrobot/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3302465699990185801?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3302465699990185801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3302465699990185801' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3302465699990185801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3302465699990185801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/08/eventful.html' title='An Eventful Day'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1686219728950933801</id><published>2008-08-15T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:35:52.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An evening at the lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are having such unbelievably beautiful, cool weather here in St. Louis. Normally at this time of year, it's unbearably hot and humid. The girls and I hung out at Creve Coeur Lake which is just 5 minutes from our house. My dad used to take us here when we were little and his generation used to trek out here for family picnics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/CCLake81508078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6856854051018772322-1686219728950933801?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1686219728950933801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1686219728950933801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1686219728950933801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1686219728950933801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/08/evening-at-lake.html' title='An evening at the lake'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-4971593050393247512</id><published>2008-08-10T16:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:09:12.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lest my loyal readers think I've become obsessed with Twilight (who me?!) I decided to show you what else has been going on in our lives this summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and her friend, Brittany, had a Double Sweet 16 picnic a few weeks ago. It was a hot and humid day, but the kids had fun, especially with the water balloons! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Double16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Double16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Britt &amp;amp; Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/SISTERS16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/SISTERS16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Em &amp;amp; Kat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Bring Your Child to Work" day took place in July also. Even though my girls have almost outgrown it, they still enjoy coming to work with me for a day and helping out in our department. This year the theme was the presidential race. The kids paraded around in these candidate masks. It was kind of scary! Especially when I was concentrating at my computer and looked up to see Obama right next to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08011-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08011-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Working Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08009-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hilary and Obama (with a braid!) pay a visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08008-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A parade of candidates (scary!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We celebrated Gram's 99th birthday in July also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08004-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08004-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Barb &amp;amp; Gram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DRIVEKATIE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DRIVEKATIE2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie's first driving lesson (in the library parking lot)! She did very well. Check out her new specs! She looks so grown up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's hard to believe 16 years ago I was folding, sorting, and rearranging tiny baby clothes and dreaming about when my baby would arrive (not until August 22nd). Now just look at her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DRIVEKATIE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DRIVEKATIE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-4971593050393247512?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/4971593050393247512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=4971593050393247512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4971593050393247512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4971593050393247512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-7211488470389049064</id><published>2008-08-09T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:52:49.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder these Twilighters are obsessed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i508.photobucket.com/albums/s330/Vampire_Heart42/Breaking-Dawn-Banner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i508.photobucket.com/albums/s330/Vampire_Heart42/Breaking-Dawn-Banner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OMG! - I finished Eclipse and am onto Breaking Dawn today. No wonder the fans are crazy. Unlike Katie who insanely read the book 17 hours straight (and paid for it later), I'm going to bed now, but I'm sure I will dream about it all night!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r93/sweetness728/breaking_dawn_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r93/sweetness728/breaking_dawn_thumb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(hee! hee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-7211488470389049064?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/7211488470389049064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=7211488470389049064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7211488470389049064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7211488470389049064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-wonder-these-twilighters-are.html' title='No wonder these Twilighters are obsessed!!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5810185540978027236</id><published>2008-08-08T19:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:58:10.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l309/twilightforever76/Books/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l309/twilightforever76/Books/reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love to read but just never ever seem to find the time these days. Tonight brought an unexpected free evening, so once I sign off here, I'm going to catch up on some reading. Let the paper work and house work sit and wait another evening. I've GOT to finish Eclipse so I can move on to Breaking Dawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MJMreadwrite008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MJMreadwrite008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;UPDATE (next day): Well, after an unexpected long phone call from an old friend, and updating my journal, I DID get to read a bit before I fell asleep. So I call last night &lt;em&gt;successful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5810185540978027236?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5810185540978027236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5810185540978027236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5810185540978027236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5810185540978027236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/08/read.html' title='Read!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l309/twilightforever76/Books/th_reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5611782817335386353</id><published>2008-08-02T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:00:36.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn Midnight Release Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We had a fun time at our local Borders last night. The night was filled with costume and trivia contests, a debate over who was better--Edward or Jacob, and a scavenger hunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; One of the participants in the costume contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Katie participated in the trivia contest which started out with 20 - 30 people. She made it to 5th place before she missed a question! She also took part in the costume contest and got several votes for her Volturi costume (for non-Twilight readers, the Volturi are the Italian division of vampires).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; One of the very few guys who was there. He joined in the costume contest as the character Emmett. I think he looks like Emmett! He was also very happy for me to take his picture!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Right before midnight (when they could sell the book), a countdown began as if it was New Year's Eve! At the stroke of 12, screams went throughout the store as those lucky enough to be first in line (Katie was 5th!) rushed toward the counters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BreakingDawn006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's 10:41 a.m. as I write this. Kat is still upstairs reading and has not been to bed yet (little freak!) She said the book is very intense and good and she can't put it down! I'm almost finished with &lt;u&gt;Eclipse&lt;/u&gt; which is the 3rd in the series, so I'll be looking forward to reading &lt;u&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/u&gt;, the 4th and last in the series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5611782817335386353?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5611782817335386353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5611782817335386353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5611782817335386353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5611782817335386353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-midnight-release-party.html' title='Breaking Dawn Midnight Release Party'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3789208232564598615</id><published>2008-07-25T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:26:10.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace and love on the earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn110/nikkibabiex0/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn110/nikkibabiex0/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Today I was craving a sandwich from Subway so I went there on my lunch break. There was a sweet, older Greek man running the register, full of vigor and life (like most Greeks I have met). As each customer approached the register, he would ask what the phrase of the day was and point to a note taped to the register that read, "Peace and love on the earth." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;When he saw me grinning at him, his face lit up as if he knew me. "Heyyyyy!!" he said, face crinkling. "How are you?!" We bantered on about how peace and love would solve a lot of the world's problems. He told me that everyday he writes a new phrase of the day. I don't remember what his name tag said because it was filled with words about peace and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I pointed to the stack of medium-sized cups, asking if that was what came with my meal. He raised his hands up as if to embrace me were there not a counter between us. "You take this," he pointed to the larger cups. "You are my girl!!" He laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;That man just made my whole day! As I walked up the street, unable to contain my joy, I noticed a lot of people smiled back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Peace and love on the earth. :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3789208232564598615?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3789208232564598615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3789208232564598615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3789208232564598615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3789208232564598615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace-and-love-on-earth.html' title='Peace and love on the earth'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6079695361762955857</id><published>2008-07-23T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:50:42.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's just the way we roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn104/tallonbaby88/jonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn104/tallonbaby88/jonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick, Joe, &amp;amp; Kevin Jonas a/k/a The Jonas Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/EmJonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/EmJonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily at the concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to go, but Barb dragged me along to the JoBros concert here in St. Louis last night. Emily was already going with her dad. Since he had to leave early to go to work, I was able to come down and sit with Em. It turned out to be a really fun time and Em had a blast since she got to see her beloved Nicky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i349.photobucket.com/albums/q388/93LADY_J/nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i349.photobucket.com/albums/q388/93LADY_J/nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Barb has a serious "mom crush" on Joe. As for me, I was like their mom thinking they were probably too hot in that heat and thinking they were going to get hurt jumping around the stage like that and that some frantic fan was going to pull them into the crowd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BarbJonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BarbJonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o417/NickJFreak12/Joe_Jonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o417/NickJFreak12/Joe_Jonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6079695361762955857?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6079695361762955857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6079695361762955857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6079695361762955857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6079695361762955857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-just-way-we-roll.html' title='That&apos;s just the way we roll!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-252017655242903446</id><published>2008-07-23T09:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:24:40.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers: Band-In-A-Bus Series Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7rrZYotgLmc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7rrZYotgLmc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I admit it. I didn't want to go, but the Jonas Brothers concert was fun! :o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-252017655242903446?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/252017655242903446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=252017655242903446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/252017655242903446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/252017655242903446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/jonas-brothers-band-in-bus-series.html' title='Jonas Brothers: Band-In-A-Bus Series Announcement'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-4996703557753433562</id><published>2008-07-20T23:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:22:23.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's very Greek!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee225/taratitsky/movie%20posters/mammamia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee225/taratitsky/movie%20posters/mammamia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just saw the MOST fantastic, albeit cheesy movie tonight: &lt;a href="http://www.mammamiamovie.com/main.html"&gt;Mamma Mia!&lt;/a&gt; Based on the music of ABBA, set on a small island in Greece, has Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan, awesome music, dancing, singing, and silliness. What more could you ask for? Go see it - it's FUN! Plus next to Italy (literally), Greece is probably the next coolest place on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-4996703557753433562?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/4996703557753433562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=4996703557753433562' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4996703557753433562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4996703557753433562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-very-greek.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s very Greek!&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee225/taratitsky/movie%20posters/th_mammamia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8444111357980287419</id><published>2008-07-19T07:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:46:51.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I usually don't like pictures of myself, but this one I do. This is me: wet, messy hair and all. Contemplating, planning, thinking, looking forward to the future. You can see the joy about ready to burst forth out of me at any second! ;o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Does anyone know a word for, "Little things that make me really excited and happy?" For me, it would be blank journals! I guess because I flip through the clean pages, really hungry to know what they will say someday. I've been journaling daily. It has been very healing and inspirational for me. It's stirring up a lot of creativity that has been dormant for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally buy books (because I have a bookshelf-full already!) Although we visit either Borders or Barnes &amp;amp; Noble weekly, my money is usually spent on a cafe mocha. I must have been in a book-buying mood last night because I couldn't resist these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is a glimpse inside the Italy book. I sat in Borders last night and got completely LOST in this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just some thoughts on my life since my divorce became final last week. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There has been nothing but RELIEF. I expected to feel a little sadness, but I think I worked through all that in the long months of the separation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This week I had to meet Mike at the bank one last time to split our &lt;a href="http://www.irs.gov/newsroom/article/0,,id=179211,00.html"&gt;stimulus check&lt;/a&gt; from the government. I think he was a little disappointed in my genuine happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the last 10 - 12 years, I have worked SO hard on saving my marriage. On the surface everything appeared fine. I realized several years ago that Mike wasn't going to try, so I carried all the weight myself. I even tried to &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; him change. But the more I pushed, the more he drifted away. Even when I backed off, it made no difference. But I was bound and determined to make this marriage work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think the relief stems from the fact that I no longer am working to attain the unattainable. I'm really set free. Although I want to just fly forward into my future, I know this is like a waiting phase for me, to gather my bearings, to get my ducks in a row, to enjoy life to the fullness, to appreciate each and every moment of each new day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July08MJstuff004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I made this plate at a ceramics night organized by my sister-in-law, Jeneane. We had a great time, and I was really pleased with the outcome of this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8444111357980287419?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8444111357980287419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8444111357980287419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8444111357980287419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8444111357980287419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating. . .'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3507569957907003146</id><published>2008-07-17T20:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:16:47.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Teaser Trailer #2 [HQ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PhG5pUJGwC4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PhG5pUJGwC4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesssssssssss!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3507569957907003146?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3507569957907003146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3507569957907003146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3507569957907003146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3507569957907003146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/twilight-teaser-trailer-2-hq.html' title='Twilight Teaser Trailer #2 [HQ]'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-4008321791501417221</id><published>2008-07-14T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:40:17.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends are cool! :o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/blessedcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/blessedcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sunday after church my friends took me out for a celebration lunch at my favorite Asian food place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stircrazy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stir Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. Sue even brought a cake that said, "To a Blessed Beginning." She really wanted it to say, "Move On, Mary Jo," but her friend with her at the time didn't think that would be appropriate. I thought it was great, however! So we'll just read between the lines of this nice, polite cake to see what it really says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sue, Patty, Betty, Mary, Lesia, and Brenda. You girls are the best! :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-4008321791501417221?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/4008321791501417221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=4008321791501417221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4008321791501417221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4008321791501417221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-friends-are-cool-o.html' title='My friends are cool! :o)'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3295938629233790212</id><published>2008-07-11T05:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:02:43.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p15/deedee_beard/snoopy_happy_dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p15/deedee_beard/snoopy_happy_dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It was something I feared would happen for years. It was something I dreaded and worked so hard NOT to allow it to happen. I fought against it and never realized how miserable it made me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;But as of about noon on Thursday, July 10th, it was officially and legally declared that I am now a single woman. I never knew how absolutely relieved I would feel. I'm free from the bondage that had me for so long. On the surface life looked good. I fought the good fight and did everything possible to force the marriage to work....but it didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;In the end, I can look back with no regrets. I wasn't a perfect wife. In fact, I became quite a shrew in the past few years because I was tired of fighting to make something happen that just wasn't going to work. I tried to force Mike into a role he couldn't fulfill--that of a good husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It's an old cliche, but marriage is a two-way street. I used to say to Mike in frustration, "Do you see that one of my legs is longer than the other? It's because I am dragging this ball and chain all by myself!" Well the shackles have been cut and the chains have fallen! (Can I get a "hallelujah!"?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When I first got married, I was young and naive. Back then I thought I didn't have worth unless my marital status was that of "Mrs." Because of low self-esteem, I thought Mike was the best I could ever find. I wrote in my journal back then that I was actually mad &lt;em&gt;at him&lt;/em&gt; because he wasn't my ideal man. Yet I married him anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If and when I ever decide to marry again, it will not be because I need the man to define who I am. It will be because we have a mutual respect, friendship, and love for one another and want to join together in a true partnership. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;For now, it's nice to revel in this newfound independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3295938629233790212?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3295938629233790212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3295938629233790212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3295938629233790212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3295938629233790212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-dance.html' title='Happy Dance!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5526176799416913124</id><published>2008-07-10T07:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:36:18.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in Something Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A few days after the tragedy in my life happened last August, the words, "Something Better" formed so clearly in my mind, I couldn't get away from it. I took it to mean that God has something better in store for my life after going through all the garbage I had been through these past several years. It was so strong in my mind, in fact, that I typed up the words and posted them in the office and in the kitchen to encourage me during down times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/somethingbetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/somethingbetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One day I discovered Emily had decorated the sign in the office. This has been a source of encouragement for me these past 11 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last week, I was pleasantly surprised to see a billboard while driving down the road. It's an ad for U.S. Cellular. It was kind of a confirmation for me, and I thought the timing was just perfect with the closure of my marriage this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/believe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5526176799416913124?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5526176799416913124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5526176799416913124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5526176799416913124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5526176799416913124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/believe-in-something-better.html' title='Believe in Something Better'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-2662103276617324900</id><published>2008-07-07T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:26:17.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you spell relief?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;D-I-V-O-R-C-E (I hear you all singing like Tammy Wynette!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yes, FINALLY, after 11 painful months, and 3 long days, the divorce papers were signed today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And Mike didn't go down without a fight. Every time my attorney left the room, Mike called me every name in the book, slammed my religion, you name it. But that's the person he's become. Point the finger at everyone and everything else so you don't have to take responsiblity for your own actions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I thought I would be sad when it came to signing away 20 years of marriage, but let me tell you, I thoroughly enjoyed signing my name on every line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I also know that I would not wish divorce on my worst enemy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I feel like I have come out on the other side of a very harsh storm. I'm kind of numb right now, but am looking forward to a great future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn312/feijoa8/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn312/feijoa8/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-2662103276617324900?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/2662103276617324900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=2662103276617324900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2662103276617324900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2662103276617324900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-you-spell-relief.html' title='How do you spell relief?'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6237642913540675585</id><published>2008-07-05T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:00:18.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/4th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had a "blast" (HA!) at Barb and Brad's on the 4th of July. Everyone was there except for Lauren, who had to work. Our sweet girl, Aly, kept everyone entertained, along with Brad's step-sister, Mandy, and cousin, Riley ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun that we, along with Marty, ended up staying past midnight. Thanks to Barb and Brad who always put on a good party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408039.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Aly's getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408075.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Return of Crazy Firecracker Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Marty, Unc, Chris, &amp;amp; Brad entertain the kids with snakes and parachutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Katie, Emily, &amp;amp; Melanie chillin' by the pool (the weather was surprisingly cool for a St. Louis 4th of July)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stylin' Aly (Her dad doesn't approve of the two-piece bathing suit though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; The only safe place from the crazy fireworks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emily makes a new friend (Riley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Check out Aly's itty bitty pigtails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Mandy, ready to hit the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me and my girlies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408019.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/July408019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars of the show: Riley (he's a lifeguard!) and Mandy. They belong to Brad's mom and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6237642913540675585?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6237642913540675585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6237642913540675585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6237642913540675585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6237642913540675585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8918731839423080993</id><published>2008-07-01T06:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:21:09.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g246/Putonurshades119/icons-2008-4-21/Freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g246/Putonurshades119/icons-2008-4-21/Freedom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th will not only mark our country's day of independence, but also my own independence in a way. It will be the 11-month anniversary of that infamous day when I found Mike's journal that opened with the words, "I love Brandy......." All the fears that had cornered me over the last few years rushed at me and engulfed me. He finally, actually had done it. After all the threats and warnings that if he cheated on me again, it would be over.....it finally came to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that first night after I made him leave, Katie, Emily, and I all crammed into the same bed, all  very frightened, none of us able to sleep. A part of me hoped Mike would walk back in the door and tell me it was all just a bad joke and a nightmare. That he was still the good man he was back when he married me. That he only loved, desired, and was faithful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But real life doesn't happen that way. I can say I have been through every range of emotion in this, but here we are, almost a year later. Hopefully the divorce papers will be signed this week (now that Mike has finally fired his crazy lawyer who has kept this dragging on way too long). I also will close on the refinance loan this week that will put the house in my name alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year at this time, things were pretty tense around this household. Katie already knew about the affair and Emily had her suspicions. I was clueless although I knew something was severely wrong with Mike. He had already become a stranger and I was feeling really creeped out, but I just didn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we just don't know how our lives can change in such a short time, do we? It's making me appreciate each moment, even the bad ones. It's all part of the journey, and I have to say, despite all the heartache, I'm really liking the Mary Jo I've become (and am becoming). Who knows where life will take me next. Or what my journal entry will say a year from now. All I can say is that I'm looking forward to the adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you who may be going through it, whatever it is in your own life, hang it there. The bad stuff won't last and when you do make it through, there will be an incredible liberty like you have never known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o264/angelsamongus_01/4th%20of%20July/4thJuly1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o264/angelsamongus_01/4th%20of%20July/4thJuly1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8918731839423080993?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8918731839423080993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8918731839423080993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8918731839423080993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8918731839423080993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g246/Putonurshades119/icons-2008-4-21/th_Freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-9054589547258868557</id><published>2008-06-29T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:56:01.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YvXJt4i9Ufw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YvXJt4i9Ufw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The real Emily ;o)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-9054589547258868557?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/9054589547258868557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=9054589547258868557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/9054589547258868557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/9054589547258868557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/emily-alien.html' title='Emily Alien'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6436258870039902256</id><published>2008-06-21T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:55:26.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No cast for Emily - woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We had good news at the doctor's office yesterday. Emily doesn't have to wear a cast and can go swimming, shower and bathe. Woohoo!! A week after her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/cast-crutches-take-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; (when she was supposed to have the real cast put on), the doctor decided the incision looked a little infected. So he put her on antibiotics, told us to keep her foot wrapped up in an ace bandage and wear a special, non-weight-bearing protective boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided since she has done so well with that, there's no need for a cast. She's free to lose the ace bandage and wear socks. Last night, Emily looked down at her socked feet and said, "Look Mom, it looks like I have normal feet!" She will go back to the orthopedist in two weeks to see if she can start putting some weight on her foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful for a quick healing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Facewithcolorfulnotes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Facewithcolorfulnotes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6436258870039902256?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6436258870039902256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6436258870039902256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6436258870039902256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6436258870039902256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-cast-for-emily-woohoo.html' title='No cast for Emily - woohoo!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-173647782099794917</id><published>2008-06-20T22:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:09:28.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Insert screaming teenagers here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee145/jupineda/Camp-Rock-movie-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee145/jupineda/Camp-Rock-movie-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Someone help meeee.............I've been swept back into the preteen zone! It's the Jonas Brothers and &lt;a href="http://atv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/originalmovies/camprock/"&gt;"Camp Rock"&lt;/a&gt; which I just watched with the eternally teenaged Barb (yes, she really does still have a crush on Donny Osmond!) and the preteen cousins, Emily and Melanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It was a fun evening, laughing and giggling over the "cute boys" until I looked at Barb solemnly and said, "Barb. Joe was born in 1990. You could be his MOTHER!" LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Rock on, JoBros, you little cuties!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x264/xxxxkissesxxxx/Jonas%20Brothers/the-jonas-brothers-camp-rock-pre-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x264/xxxxkissesxxxx/Jonas%20Brothers/the-jonas-brothers-camp-rock-pre-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-173647782099794917?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/173647782099794917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=173647782099794917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/173647782099794917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/173647782099794917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/insert-screaming-teenagers-here.html' title='(Insert screaming teenagers here)'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x264/xxxxkissesxxxx/Jonas%20Brothers/th_the-jonas-brothers-camp-rock-pre-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-903383473570136424</id><published>2008-06-16T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:13:04.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is that doggie in the window?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/windowweiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/windowweiner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Phoenix discovered tonight he can stand up and look out the sunroom window to watch the girls in the yard next door! Look how long he's getting! He's four months old already. (Sorry for the blurry photo. This was taken with my camera phone.) He has a lot of nicknames now: Feefers (my name for him), Feenie-Weenie (Em's name for him), Fee-Fi (Kat's name for him), Snickerdoodle, Scrappy Doo, Skeeziks, Monkey Dog, Felix, and the list goes on!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/coolgirl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/coolgirl3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My beautiful girls - relaxing on the deck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/coolgirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/coolgirl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Rooftop Garden....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That's what Emily called this batch of maple seedlings that took root in our gutters. We got an abnormal amount of rain this spring, so these little guys really went crazy! (again, sorry for the poor quality photos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie helped me clean out the front gutters a few weeks ago, but I wasn't about to brave the extension ladder on the 2-story backside of the house. However, I HAD to do something as a 1,000 little maple trees had established their own little forest in my gutters!! So I called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handymanmatters.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this great company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; which I found on the internet. They were incredibly nice and helpful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They filled up this bucket FULL of the little trees and years of leaves and other gunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/rooftop5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(I promise to use the real camera next time!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-903383473570136424?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/903383473570136424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=903383473570136424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/903383473570136424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/903383473570136424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-much-is-that-doggie-in-window.html' title='How much is that doggie in the window?'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-7493816409774266619</id><published>2008-06-14T20:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:27:52.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Obsession!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w24/bryceforrester/home_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w24/bryceforrester/home_facebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O...M...G.....!! I swore I wasn't going to get sucked into it, but I have been! Facebook is SO fun!! Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1089467141"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. (Hopefully that works. Message me if it doesn't.) You do have to sign up to get in there. Did I tell you, it is SO FUN~!! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-7493816409774266619?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/7493816409774266619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=7493816409774266619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7493816409774266619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/7493816409774266619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My Latest Obsession!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-2588658439794092103</id><published>2008-06-06T22:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:18:40.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight - The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wow, I know....two posts in one day!! I just have to comment on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilighttube.com/video-twilight_movie-59050-twilight_teaser_trailer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;. Katie has managed to get Barb and me acting like a couple of giddy teenagers over this series of books and the upcoming movie. Rob Pattinson, though a bit dorky in interviews, most certainly channels the character of Edward just as perfectly as I've imagined him! We are looking forward to the movie's release in December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/dazzleyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/dazzleyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in August, Stephenie Meyer was at a local Border's for a book signing. It was so cool for Katie to meet her and get to speak to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/sundown1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/sundown1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph liked Katie's shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/sundown1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/sundown1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-2588658439794092103?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/2588658439794092103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=2588658439794092103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2588658439794092103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/2588658439794092103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight - The Movie'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-518187990083074257</id><published>2008-06-06T22:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:42:13.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Mustard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/gotmustard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/gotmustard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Look what a wiener dog Phoenix is turning out to be! The cool thing is that when I first saw his picture (below), I had no idea that he had any dachschund in him. It's always been my dream to have a beagle and dachschund . . . and now I do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/file002MA20386503-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/file002MA20386503-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Aprl-May08342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Aprl-May08342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;School's out! While we enjoy the mild summer days before the full force humidity and heat hits, we've been spending lots of time in the sun room with the windows flung open and also much time out on the deck. Emily's been doing really well since the surgery. That nerve block was wonderful. She only had some minimal pain and is already off the pain pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SEoC7zJozZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QYjYLsGjF5M/s1600-h/girlies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208979145373568402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SEoC7zJozZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QYjYLsGjF5M/s200/girlies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-518187990083074257?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/518187990083074257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=518187990083074257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/518187990083074257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/518187990083074257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/got-mustard.html' title='Got Mustard?'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SEoC7zJozZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QYjYLsGjF5M/s72-c/girlies1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5611267480905858606</id><published>2008-06-03T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:51:18.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast, Crutches - Take 2!</title><content type='html'>Emily had outpatient foot surgery this morning. If you recall &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;amp;postID=3023686650053780540"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, her broken foot turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It was discovered on the xrays that she had a noncancerous cyst in her right heel. The doctor called it, "like walking on eggshells," as the bone could have shattered if she would have jumped or come down on it firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made a two-inch incision on the right side of her heel, scraped out the cyst and filled it with cadaver bone graft material ("dead people bones!" Emily petulantly calls it!) Next week she goes for her cast which she'll wear for six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/sadsap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/sadsap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken right before surgery. She has a phobia of needles. Shortly after this, the nice anesthesiologist okayed her going under the mask before the IV was inserted. She also had a nerve block, so she has no feeling in her leg. She's flying around the house on crutches like nothing right now. I have the Tylenol with codeine ready for when that block wears off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5611267480905858606?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5611267480905858606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5611267480905858606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5611267480905858606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5611267480905858606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/06/cast-crutches-take-2.html' title='Cast, Crutches - Take 2!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-720197916107925496</id><published>2008-05-31T16:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:13:13.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker Blogger!</title><content type='html'>Doesn't it frustrate you when people have blogs and never, ever update them? You keep checking back, hoping for something new? Well, that would be me (bad, bad blogger!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff64/Kaetli/Smiley/Dumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff64/Kaetli/Smiley/Dumb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has just thrown me for a loop. Since tax season ended a SECOND time, I just have been kind of frozen. Not to mention drowning in paper work. My mom's estate stuff....divorce stuff.....bills. I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel (Let's hope it's not a train! hee! hee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my sister, Barb, who invited herself and her family over on Memorial Day which forced me to get my house company-ready. It wasn't very fun while I was scrubbing and dusting but it sure feels good now! Marty came over too so we had a nice, impromptu semi-family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the divorce stuff is finally winding down. Mike came over this past week to hash out the final details of the settlement. It can't be over with soon enough. The guy totally creeps me out now. It's like a really bad movie where a woman thinks she's marrying this wonderful guy. He fathers her two children, but after some time, his mask gets pulled off and it turns out he's really been this scary, alien monster all along. Ick. But the woman has to put on a smile and encourage the children to have a relationship with this alien who pretended to be a good dad. "Sorry honey, I know he's an alien, but he's still your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll173/14_TAVO/alien_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll173/14_TAVO/alien_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Did that sound too bitter? ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few updates: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece, Aly, turned one year old this month. She's growing up way too fast! Here she is with her mom and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Aprl-May08305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Aprl-May08305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember Marty's contest-winning doorhanger? Here it is. The cool thing is that his name is on the back, so he gets credit for it. If you stay at an Embassy Suites, be sure to look for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Aprl-May08318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Aprl-May08318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6856854051018772322-720197916107925496?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/720197916107925496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=720197916107925496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/720197916107925496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/720197916107925496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/05/slacker-blogger.html' title='Slacker Blogger!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff64/Kaetli/Smiley/th_Dumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6988751532328456083</id><published>2008-05-16T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:26:57.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I lied! ;o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Apparently, I'm not back yet! The IRS decided to issue an extended due date on tax returns because of "severe storms and flooding" here in Missouri - yeah right, the flood waters came nowhere near us! Yet here I am again. It's like Ground Hog Day (or the week before April 15th) all over again. I'm working 12-hour days again. I never did recover from the first deadline. Sheesh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;More later when I return to real life (whatever that may be these days!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m111/INKY_FINGERS/SMILIES-BORED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m111/INKY_FINGERS/SMILIES-BORED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6988751532328456083?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6988751532328456083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6988751532328456083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6988751532328456083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6988751532328456083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-i-lied-o.html' title='Okay, I lied! ;o)'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5499981539880952913</id><published>2008-04-23T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:31:18.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay! I'm finally coming out of my post-tax season funk (I'm getting too old for those 80-hour weeks!) Many have asked, and yes, we have our new puppy! We adopted Phoenix from the Humane Society through his puppy foster mom, Donna. This little puppy is living up to his name because he has brought so much joy and healing to our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shiloh and Emily meet Phoenix&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shiloh loves his new "brother!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the rules about "no dogs on my bed or on the furniture" just flew right out the window!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Phoenix thinks my hair is a chew toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tax season went quickly, but unfortunately it's not over yet. Due to flooding in many counties of Missouri (including St. Louis County), the IRS has given everyone in those counties an extension until May 19th. This made for a slightly less chaotic last few days before April 15th, but only means we'll be working more hours before May 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie's in Carlinville, Illinois this week with her high school for a competition-type event. She wasn't too excited about it, but it will be good experience for her. Next week Emily heads off to Potosi, Missouri (about 2 hours from here) for 6th grade camp. She's very excited about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bit the bullet and mowed the front and back yards. I haven't done yard work since I lived with my parents. What a great workout! I'm looking forward to planting flowers and making our outdoors a fun place to be (which it never really was before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new neighbors from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samoa"&gt;Samoa!&lt;/a&gt; Is that cool or what? The girls adore our doggies. It's nice to have a neighbor to hang over the fence with (all our other neighbors are mostly retirees). This evening they described their big yard with a mango tree back on the island. How cool would that be!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/BabyPhoenix062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5499981539880952913?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5499981539880952913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5499981539880952913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5499981539880952913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5499981539880952913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-at-last.html' title='Back at Last!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1443157833817598092</id><published>2008-04-08T07:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:46:13.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.....</title><content type='html'>....our soon-to-be new family member, Phoenix!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/file002MA20386503-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/file002MA20386503-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's a foster puppy that was rescued from recent flooding in southern Missouri. He'll be available next week. We have been talking about getting a second dog for some time. I had hoped to get a dachschund, but who could resist this little guy? (the one on the top here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/file000MA20386503-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/file000MA20386503-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie, Emily, and I went through several names but the deal was we all three had to agree. Some of the names were Edward, Snuggles, Parmesan, Mocha. Katie took a survey on her favorite posting site, Megaglomp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought it was interesting that the only name we all agreed on was Phoenix. No, not after the city, but the symbolism of the mythological bird arising from the ashes---&gt; rebirth, a new beginning. This little puppy is symbolic of our new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he adorable? We'll pick him up on April 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe there's only one week left of tax season. It has FLOWN BY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1443157833817598092?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1443157833817598092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1443157833817598092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1443157833817598092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1443157833817598092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/04/introducing.html' title='Introducing.....'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5529389087419565601</id><published>2008-03-22T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:40:16.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Seven months after our separation, Mike continues to be a disappointment as a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time I tried to MAKE him be a good husband. It didn't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I need to realize and accept that I cannot make him be a good father either. I need to accept him as what he's become and to release him from his role as my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, I want the very best for my daughters. I now change direction, put it all in God's hands, and ask that He will send good, fatherly examples into the lives of Katie and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/father-daughter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/father-daughter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a road which was once blocked and congested now opening up before me. Freedom pours through the windows of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x136/morganaphoenix/Desertroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x136/morganaphoenix/Desertroad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springtime is a new beginning. Wishing you all a very happy and blessed Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/spring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-5529389087419565601?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5529389087419565601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5529389087419565601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5529389087419565601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5529389087419565601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/03/open-road.html' title='Open Road'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1744658669330211799</id><published>2008-03-09T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:49:41.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waving Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s129/warrenpdogdogIII/welcomes/Hell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s129/warrenpdogdogIII/welcomes/Hell.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I worked a whoppin' 74 hours this past week, but feel great! (yeah, really, but ask me again in a couple weeks!). After 10 years of this, one tends to build up some stamina. Only 5 weeks left of tax season to go - woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who like contemporary Christian music, my co-worker and fellow church attender, Tim, sent me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://klove.com/music/listenonline.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cool link! Check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friend, Brenda, has invited me to attend a scrapbooking event &lt;a href="http://thepaperdollhouse.com/"&gt;here:&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't this look lovely? (even if you're not a scrapbooker) I don't think I'll get to go though as it's the weekend right after tax season ends. Katie and Emily aren't ready for me to leave them for three nights yet. A lot of people have volunteered to stay with them (they're not ready to stay with their dad yet), but they will need some "mom time" after all these crazy hours I'll be working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katie got a new webcam this week, and we've been having so much fun with it. We recorded a video for here, but apparently it's too large to upload. Emily's quite the actress and has come up with some hilarious skits which I hope I can somehow get on here. Otherwise we'll have to post them to Youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like this funky feature - it hides all the imperfections and makes me look thinner and younger! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Picture124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Picture124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Picture126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Picture126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a great week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1744658669330211799?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1744658669330211799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1744658669330211799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1744658669330211799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1744658669330211799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/03/waving-hello.html' title='Waving Hello!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s129/warrenpdogdogIII/welcomes/th_Hell.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-4650672746817583217</id><published>2008-02-26T07:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:16:11.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Tax Season</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics from the end of last tax season! My friend, Bina, was the department photographer until she moved to Chicago. Her work finished before ours so she had time to take pictures of us stressing out at the last minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Ifyouarentinpanicmodeyoushouldbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Ifyouarentinpanicmodeyoushouldbe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;strong&gt; STRESSED&lt;/strong&gt; looks like! Working 80+ hours a week, constantly on the phone answering questions from our temporary assemblers, and waving a giant stapler at partners who get on my nerves (unfortunately no pictures of that!) in between doing my regular work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MaryJo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MaryJo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-4650672746817583217?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/4650672746817583217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=4650672746817583217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4650672746817583217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4650672746817583217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/02/glimpse-of-tax-season.html' title='A Glimpse of Tax Season'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6533070225749893629</id><published>2008-02-24T06:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:06:05.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Weeks and Counting. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Seven weeks from this Tuesday is April 15th! woohoo! For those new to this blog, I work as a tax return assembler at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rubinbrown.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; accounting firm. Unfortunately it will be a lonnnng seven weeks as we've just now started getting busy. I put in 58 hours this week, but it will get worse. I'm taking it one day at a time, especially with being a single mom this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii175/mktkcb/DSCN2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii175/mktkcb/DSCN2353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My universal card reader is shot, so no pictures for awhile. Yikes :o( Especially since there is little time for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily had her cast removed this past week! Yay! She's in a removable walking boot that she wears outside the house. It will be so nice to have her ride the bus to school once again. She'll go back in three weeks for her final xrays and to be "set free" as the doctor calls it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divorce proceedings are going way too slow since the Stranger Who Used to Be My Husband seems to think he's entitled to a lot despite all his "misconduct" over the years. His latest quote is, "But they were &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; one-night stands!" Did I mention he had TEN of them in three years? Did I also mention that he's STILL with the (unmentionable name) who contributed to the final breakup of our marriage? Yes, they just celebrated their one-year anniversary this month. While I was working all those long tax-season hours last year, Mike was leaving our girls at home alone, out galavanting with her (when she wasn't with her other lovers--no joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, life is stranger than fiction at times, isn't it? I'm focusing on what's ahead because things can only get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6533070225749893629?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6533070225749893629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6533070225749893629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6533070225749893629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6533070225749893629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/02/seven-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Seven Weeks and Counting. . .'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8961554711788748191</id><published>2008-02-15T22:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:45:15.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother, the contest winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/R7ZmDJipL_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/RUl31VqqiGY/s1600-h/winner_five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167429826741088242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/R7ZmDJipL_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/RUl31VqqiGY/s200/winner_five.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few months ago, Marty told me about this online contest where you had to come up with a creative slogan for a "do not disturb" sign for Embassy Suites. I couldn't get the website to work, so I forgot about it. He recently found out he was one of five lucky winners! They picked his slogan (above!) and now his DND sign will hang in Embassy Suites around the country and world! How cool is that? And he's heading for Waikiki on spring break to collect his prize: three nights at the Embassy Suites Waikiki. Woohoo! WTG, Mawdy!! I'm proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/R7ZobZipMAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tkrzJz6Vyqk/s1600-h/marty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167432442376171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/R7ZobZipMAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tkrzJz6Vyqk/s200/marty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here's the press release:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Shh! I’m hatching a plan to bust some little soaps out of here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is how Embassy suites’ guests say “Do NOT disturb”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Winning Signs to Be Hung on Doorknobs Nationwide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memphis, TN (February 15, 2008) – Today Embassy Suites Hotels announces the five winning slogans of the Do Not Disturb contest. These guest-designed door hangers will be displayed in all of the hotel brand’s nearly 200 properties starting March 5th and each winner will receive a three-night stay at select Embassy Suites destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was so much fun to be able to create something that will actually appear in hotels all over the country,” said Marty Mintman from St. Louis, Missouri, the winner of the stay at Embassy Suites Waikiki Beach Walk (Honolulu, HI). Marty won with the slogan “Shh! I’m hatching a plan to bust some little soaps out of here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five winners have been awarded a three -night stay at select Embassy Suites locations. The winning signs can be viewed at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.embassysuitesdndcontest.com/winners" href="http://www.embassysuitesdndcontest.com/winners" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.embassysuitesdndcontest.com/winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. In addition to Marty, the other grand prize winners are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Pillow Fight In Progress.”– Susan Suarez, University City, MO - LaQuinta Resort &amp;amp; Spa (LaQuinta, CA) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are days when I wish I could wear this around my neck” Sandra Parcher, Milpitas, CA - The Embassy Suites New York (New York City) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I’ve built a pillow fort and I am not opening the door for anybody!” Amy Forgette, Streamwood, IL -The Embassy Suites Mexico City Reforma (Mexico City, D.F. Mexico) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Aww, Mom. Just five more minutes. Please?” Brian White, Chicago, IL - The Embassy Suites Washington D.C. Convention Center (Washington, D.C.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The contest, which ran online at EmbassySuites.com from August 27th – October 31st , 2007 was judged by John Lee, Vice President of Brand Marketing and Communications at Embassy Suites; Eric Melkent from Embassy Suites advertising agency Carpenter Sullivan Sossaman (CS2); and Jody Smith, Mike McGilligan and Sayed Hassan, general managers at the Austin Embassy Suites, La Jolla Embassy Suites and Chicago Embassy Suites hotels, respectively. Guests chose from online designs, images and templates to customize their very own Do Not Disturb design and slogan. Judges were specifically looking for the cleverest and most original Embassy Suites Do Not Disturb signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was so refreshing to hear the guests’ ideas,” said Jody Smith. “We sifted through more than 7,100 entries and tried to choose winners that had slogans that fit with Embassy’s playful brand personality. The response was overwhelming.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the winning signs, please log onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.embassysuitesdndcontest.com/winners" href="http://www.embassysuitesdndcontest.com/winners" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.embassysuitesdndcontest.com/winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8961554711788748191?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8961554711788748191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8961554711788748191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8961554711788748191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8961554711788748191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-brother-contest-winner.html' title='My brother, the contest winner!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/R7ZmDJipL_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/RUl31VqqiGY/s72-c/winner_five.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3442639998433936412</id><published>2008-02-11T05:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:28:02.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>For Christmas, Unc got all of us &lt;a href="http://daveandbusters.com/"&gt;Dave &amp;amp; Buster's&lt;/a&gt; gift cards so that we could celebrate the January/February birthdays there. It was a rushed day for us as we were busy with church stuff, but it was nice to get together with family nevertheless. We had not all been together since Christmas. I'm not a big fan of D&amp;amp;B's. Everytime I've been there it's either been for a work meeting or to herd around a bunch of birthday kids. It was nice to sit and relax. (Missing from the pics are Brad, Melanie and Aaron who were off in gameland during the photo ops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DBs001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DBs001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barb and Marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DBs006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DBs006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeneane and Chris (Baby Aly stayed home to watch something on TV, according to Chris!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DBs002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DBs002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unc and Gram&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DBs004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/DBs004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie and Emily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3442639998433936412?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3442639998433936412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3442639998433936412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3442639998433936412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3442639998433936412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/02/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-8596238462156747225</id><published>2008-02-03T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:54:36.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I bet you were expecting some creatively mushy poem I wrote, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked out on the deck yesterday and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/footprints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm...I wonder which flatfooted daughter went barefoot in the snow! Easy to guess since the other daughter has a cast on her foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie's comments on her spontaneous walk across the snowy deck: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"It was really cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-8596238462156747225?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/8596238462156747225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=8596238462156747225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8596238462156747225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/8596238462156747225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/02/footprints-in-snow.html' title='Footprints in the Snow'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-851207424085525764</id><published>2008-01-29T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:52:09.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A friend sent this to me in an email. The author is unknown, but I could certainly relate to it, so wanted to share it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To the "invisible" moms of the world…&lt;br /&gt;===================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm Invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The Invisible Mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, What time is it? I'm a satellite guide to answer, What number is the Disney Channel? I'm a car to order, Right around 5:30, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, and she's gone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My unwashed hair was pulled up in a hair clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/strings_2006/cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/strings_2006/cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the days ahead I would read--no, devour--the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Because God sees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've&lt;br /&gt;baked, is too small for Me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The author of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand-bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his&lt;br /&gt;friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh1/kb_kurly/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh1/kb_kurly/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Great Job, MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not&lt;br /&gt;protect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-851207424085525764?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/851207424085525764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=851207424085525764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/851207424085525764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/851207424085525764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/01/invisible-moms.html' title='Invisible Moms'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-5182326862092124210</id><published>2008-01-28T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:59:50.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neverending Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MJMreadwrite003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MJMreadwrite003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing for as long as I can remember. My goal is not to be published but to figure out who I am and see how I have grown and changed. My hope is that my daughters or anyone else who stumbles across my journals long after I'm gone will perhaps learn something too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/writing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MJMreadwrite006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MJMreadwrite006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/thCopyofalvarez.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/thCopyofalvarez.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good writer loves to read as well! I've been reading &lt;a href="http://stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;Stephenie Meyer's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;Twilight&lt;/u&gt; series, at Katie's suggestion. I love these books! I'm just finding it difficult to make time to read even though I'm at a really good part in &lt;u&gt;New Moon&lt;/u&gt; (the second in the series). To all those Twilight fans out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDWARD ROCKS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MJMreadwrite009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/MJMreadwrite009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/R56j_PyLffI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hk0qiuG1Hp4/s1600-h/confession.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160742529977253362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/R56j_PyLffI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hk0qiuG1Hp4/s200/confession.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6856854051018772322-5182326862092124210?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/5182326862092124210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=5182326862092124210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5182326862092124210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/5182326862092124210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/01/neverending-story.html' title='The Neverending Story'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/R56j_PyLffI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hk0qiuG1Hp4/s72-c/confession.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-3023686650053780540</id><published>2008-01-23T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:47:07.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could Happen When You "Skip Bigly"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b117/gregorya/24a4065c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b117/gregorya/24a4065c.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On Monday night, the girls and I decided to see a movie. We chose "National Treasure." It was near the end when Em ran out to use the restroom. She came hobbling back in tears. She told me she had tripped and fell on the way back. Her foot began swelling immediately so we left early. (I guess we'll have to wait and see the ending on DVD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After piggy-backing her through the mall, we went directly to the hospital where thankfully they took her right in. The x-rays showed three broken bones on the top of her foot. The ER doctor on duty said injuries like this usually occur when someone drops a heavy object on their foot or when they jump or fall from a great height and land on their toes. After some interrogation, Emily sheepishly confessed to "running and skipping bigly" on the way back to the theatre! Aha! Apparently her foot twisted and she landed on her toes, rolling her foot forward, causing the fractures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set up her with a temporary cast until the permanent one could be put on yesterday morning. Thankfully no bones had to be reset! She's having some pain and swelling so she's home from school a second day in a row. Tomorrow she'll be back to school with the challenge of making her way around on crutches (She can't put any weight on the foot for two weeks). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fracture002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fracture002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home after the emergency room visit late Monday/early Tuesday with her temporary splint, applying an ice pack. Em was a great sport and so brave! She was more concerned that she might have to get a shot than having broken bones! Here she is good spirits. The real pain won't start until the next day (gotta love that Tylenol with codeine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fracture004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fracture004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed and ready to head to the orthopedic doctor for the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fracture006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fracture006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot pink cast! (You thought it would be any other color?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fracture007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fracture007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-3023686650053780540?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/3023686650053780540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=3023686650053780540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3023686650053780540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/3023686650053780540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-could-happen-when-you-skip-bigly.html' title='What Could Happen When You &quot;Skip Bigly&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-502148727666283301</id><published>2008-01-15T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:56:57.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My friend, Kristen, commented tonight that my house doesn't seem like a home that consists of a mom and two daughters, but more like a place with three girls living there. That's the way it's been lately: dirty dishes in the sink, clean clothes piled up in laundry baskets, tubs of Christmas decorations still waiting to be put in storage, and loud music blaring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My busy work hours will be here soon enough so in the mean time we are going to have fun! Life is too short to stress out over a messy house. My girls are going to be grown and gone before I know it, so I want to relish every moment! We're on the run more than we are at home and when we're at home, it's time to relax and destress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now that my room is finished, I feel like a teenager again in a way. After all, it's been that long since I've had my own room (and even then it was temporary--my sisters and I alternated having our own room). I'm spending a lot of time catching up on my journal writing, reading, praying, planning my future, and sometimes just daydreaming--guilt free! (It's a beautiful thing.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Jan07006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Jan07006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; This is the print I bought for my room. I love pink roses! Pale pink roses connote grace, gentleness, and gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Jan07004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Jan07004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a view of my dresser. Barb bought me those cool inspirational plates for Christmas. The cute snowman is from Kristen. The gold candle sconces were a gift from a partner at work, and the candles I bought at World Market. They have funky aromas that remind me of Bangladesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Jan07005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Jan07005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This cute monkey sits astride my bargain floor lamp. He's a reminder of my future travels. The stars behind him symbolize dreams. (I never realized until I typed this how much symbolism is in my life these days!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enough fun for now, time to be a grownup for a short time and pay the bills or do dishes or something! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-502148727666283301?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/502148727666283301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=502148727666283301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/502148727666283301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/502148727666283301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/01/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1365298603422774432</id><published>2008-01-10T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:54:31.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm feeling newly inspired lately. In music, in art, in the world all around. I discovered this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pauletteinsall.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;. I love her work. I ordered her print called &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=8855410"&gt;"Within Reach"&lt;/a&gt; - It's so me! I've had this thing for stars lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg20/julie_pikaju/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg20/julie_pikaju/stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tonight my friend, Linda, and her daughter Theresa, treated Katie, Emily, and me to a night at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slso.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;St. Louis Symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;. Tonight's highlight was Scottish music. It was so beautiful. In the past, I never appreciated this style of music, but my life is changing so quickly now, so much is opening up to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1365298603422774432?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1365298603422774432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1365298603422774432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1365298603422774432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1365298603422774432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-inspirations.html' title='New Inspirations'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-780086715555555648</id><published>2008-01-05T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:20:53.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My last free Saturday for awhile :o(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yuck. It's tax season once again. Normally I would be working this first Saturday of the new season, but things were pretty slow. I intended to get so much done today, like...um...take down the Christmas decorations, clean the basement, clean out the garage so I have room for the Christmas tree which I refuse to dismantle, etc., etc., etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I got a few necessary things done but decided to enjoy my last Saturday off until late April. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's going to be a challenge working all those hours with the girls home alone, but they're old enough now to handle it. I just hate being away from them for so long. We've already had a meeting about teamwork. Katie said, "Mom, it's not that big of a deal. Dad was never here last tax season anyway." (sneaking out of the house all the time to meet his girlfriend while I worked up to 80+ hours a week---but don't get me started!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'll just take another deep breath and take one day at a time like I always do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-780086715555555648?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/780086715555555648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=780086715555555648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/780086715555555648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/780086715555555648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-last-free-saturday-for-awhile-o.html' title='My last free Saturday for awhile :o('/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-467921548507557680</id><published>2007-12-31T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:39:41.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/new_year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/new_year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wishing you all the best in 2008! I know this year is going to be so much better than the last (in fact, much better than my last ten years have been) A time of new beginnings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-467921548507557680?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/467921548507557680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=467921548507557680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/467921548507557680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/467921548507557680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-737625113286844249</id><published>2007-12-29T22:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:20:05.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli - Laura Pausini duet </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zVilm74h8ms' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zVilm74h8ms'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-737625113286844249?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/737625113286844249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=737625113286844249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/737625113286844249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/737625113286844249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2007/12/andrea-bocelli-laura-pausini-duet_29.html' title='Andrea Bocelli - Laura Pausini duet '/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-6799694566456391195</id><published>2007-12-29T22:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:13:27.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli - Laura Pausini duet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/zVilm74h8ms'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Speaking of new things in my life.....this is the new style of music that I love! My mom was a fan of Bocelli, but I was never interested in it until now. I love this duet. I love when Andrea falls to his knees and takes Laura's hand! They have such a chemistry together. Don't you love that salt-and-pepper hair? Did I mention this guy is ITALIAN? Did I also mention he sings more like an angel than Josh does? (sigh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sigh!&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-6799694566456391195?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/6799694566456391195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=6799694566456391195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6799694566456391195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/6799694566456391195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2007/12/andrea-bocelli-laura-pausini-duet.html' title='Andrea Bocelli - Laura Pausini duet'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-1849050266827534388</id><published>2007-12-25T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:11:29.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Tis the season.......to be busy! We started out Christmas Eve with the annual Opening of the Pajamas for Katie and Emily (not a planned tradition--it's just happened that way over the years!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas Eve night we go to Barb and Brad's for the traditional turkey dinner and Rob Your Neighbor game (the highlight of the evening!) Before dinner, we had to, of course, have a little nativity scene fun. Note how the shepherds, wise men, sheep, and angels are mingling and networking. This is the scene you don't see every day! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lauren and 98-year-old Gram visit before dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Barb and her sister-in-law, Lauren (not to be confused with our Lauren!) make preparations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas morning started with gift opening! Then getting ready for the family to come over for breakfast and gift exchange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby Aly was the star of the day as you can see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Aunt Mary Jo is my favorite!" - Aly (hee! hee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The traditional Mintman sibs picture (just like when we were kids....do you think we might all look at the camera and smile at the same time?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/Christmas07102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-1849050266827534388?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/1849050266827534388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=1849050266827534388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1849050266827534388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/1849050266827534388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6856854051018772322.post-4401116712021665007</id><published>2007-12-24T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:10:46.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Katie and Emily show off their new shirts from Diana. Thanks, Diana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2002-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2004-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2004-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Katie baked a birthday cake for her friend, Chris, in Texas, took these pictures and then emailed them. The modern way of sending birthday wishes to friends far off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb96/Mamikaem/december2001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6856854051018772322-4401116712021665007?l=mamikaem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/feeds/4401116712021665007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6856854051018772322&amp;postID=4401116712021665007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4401116712021665007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6856854051018772322/posts/default/4401116712021665007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamikaem.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-angels.html' title='Christmas Angels'/><author><name>Mary Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06832433722318096929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_COOVtFpnmOg/SL6HO548CiI/AAAAAAAAANI/4gE8_pLhk0w/S220/mjm.11.07.elf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
