<?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-7289166241497945814</id><updated>2011-09-14T09:00:35.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-6307086998091408035</id><published>2010-12-17T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:33:50.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvJDKYetLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3djssn8pySo/s1600/isaidyes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551752021828089010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvJDKYetLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3djssn8pySo/s400/isaidyes.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my it's been so long from my last post. Well I am engaged now, he proposed on Mother's day weekend. It was so sweet... he had asked the kids before hand about us getting married and they were all for it :) God has truly blessed my life. Yes there are still struggles, but each day I can see Him working things out in ways I never would have dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now comes the planning... got to get things in order for a wedding in Sept. 2011. Figure out how to do everything we want on a VERY tight budget, and I know it can be :)&lt;br /&gt;I will post more later... I have been into writing again and have posted a lot on my facebook page. I'll get them over here soon. For now wishing everyone a Very Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-6307086998091408035?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6307086998091408035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=6307086998091408035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6307086998091408035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6307086998091408035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2010/12/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvJDKYetLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3djssn8pySo/s72-c/isaidyes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3170558764832139898</id><published>2009-11-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:08:36.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SwK7_zwHi3I/AAAAAAAAALc/OKk0OfIMc-w/s1600/DSC_0012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089207696198514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SwK7_zwHi3I/AAAAAAAAALc/OKk0OfIMc-w/s400/DSC_0012a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;One fight, One hit, One call all is falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;One room, 4 beds, One lock we are safe at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;One message, One email, One call a new friend is made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;One trip, One look, One hug my heart is leaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;One talk, One move, One house we are learning to live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;One year goes by, One new love has found away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Two lives with One goal, to become One someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-3170558764832139898?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3170558764832139898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3170558764832139898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3170558764832139898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3170558764832139898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/11/one.html' title='ONE'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SwK7_zwHi3I/AAAAAAAAALc/OKk0OfIMc-w/s72-c/DSC_0012a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-1265966481528137758</id><published>2009-08-19T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:54:40.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Met</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so READERS DIGEST VERSION:&lt;br /&gt;after starting back up with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; I was looking for friends from high school. I had them on my OLD &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page and wanted them on the new one I set up too. I was looking for some that I knew moved to Indiana so I set the search for 100 miles and began looking for my friends page. I can across HIS and looked at it,  read his page,,, then moved on and kept looking for my friends. BUT I just kept going back to look at HIS page over and over. Something just kept drawing me to it; I didn't know him, I thought " This is crazy " but I send a friend request anyway.  To my surprise HE accepted it... we had both left a comment you know Hi How are ya.. nice pic,,,,,,,, Just general stuff. And that was the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;Then Dec 31st HE had something posted that just got to me so I emailed HIM. We emailed back and forth throughout the day and exchanged &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;usernames&lt;/span&gt;... and chatted on line for a long time. Not sure how but we ended up on the phone toasting in the NEW YEAR! We talked til like 1 in the morning. It was the best time I had had in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;JAN.1st .... HE comes up with his son for the day. I was so nervous... they show up and he brings in his son and he said he wanted a hug. I was a little taken back by that just meeting for the 1st time but i gave him a hug. He said I'll be right back and he want back out and came in with 2 doz Roses (1 doz red and 1 doz white. WHITE are my favorite he didn't know that but WOW) , a card, and a box of candies. We watched his son play and run around with my dog, talked, tried to watch a movie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. It was a great day and the start of it all.&lt;br /&gt;We have talked / been together everyday from that point. HE is the most wonderful, caring, loving, man I have EVER known. I thank God everyday for allowing our lives to come together and now together we'll see what else God has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in store&lt;/span&gt; for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-1265966481528137758?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1265966481528137758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=1265966481528137758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1265966481528137758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1265966481528137758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-we-met.html' title='How We Met'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-8832883279547982597</id><published>2009-08-19T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T05:19:51.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP-DATE</title><content type='html'>Well I know it's been a long time from my last post but A LOT has been going on. Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My divorce is final and WE ARE doing shared parenting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DESPITE&lt;/span&gt; what my EX is telling people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm done with school and took my state boards ( find out today if I passed ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved away from all the DRAMA, although I miss my family greatly I think this is the best thing I could have ever done. I have never lived away from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with the same man for almost 8 months now. He has been a God send and I thank God ever day for putting such a person in my life. When I had all but given up on the idea of ever finding a man that I would be able to trust whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt;; God had our paths cross and I'm so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;                                 ... so HERE'S TO A NEW START AND A NEW LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-8832883279547982597?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8832883279547982597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=8832883279547982597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8832883279547982597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8832883279547982597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-date.html' title='UP-DATE'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-4925512395762740663</id><published>2009-04-25T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:01:31.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHOTO HUNT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROTECT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVskxgvXI/AAAAAAAAALU/XY0HMkhp8SU/s1600-h/STA60041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328626639639199090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVskxgvXI/AAAAAAAAALU/XY0HMkhp8SU/s400/STA60041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We as Nursing students are taught that we are here to Care for, Support, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comfort, and above all PROTECT our Patients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVsbUQxuI/AAAAAAAAALM/yliWIrp6nTM/s1600-h/STA60081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328626637100599010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVsbUQxuI/AAAAAAAAALM/yliWIrp6nTM/s400/STA60081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to protect our Patients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We use gowns, gloves, and mask not only to protect our selves from a disease or infection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to also PROTECT the Patients we are caring for as to not spread that disease or infection.&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVsS4aD5I/AAAAAAAAALE/MVTcxhrZGbM/s1600-h/STA60067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328626634836283282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVsS4aD5I/AAAAAAAAALE/MVTcxhrZGbM/s400/STA60067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most rooms will have signs posted to let you know that this patient needs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; protection used when caring for that patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVsOIB-rI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xbXro1jSKww/s1600-h/STA60019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328626633559636658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVsOIB-rI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xbXro1jSKww/s400/STA60019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just remember to ALWAYS USE PROTECTION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never know what's out there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-4925512395762740663?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4925512395762740663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=4925512395762740663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4925512395762740663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4925512395762740663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/photo-hunt.html' title='PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SfMVskxgvXI/AAAAAAAAALU/XY0HMkhp8SU/s72-c/STA60041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-6819229939961060129</id><published>2009-04-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:08:41.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEM By William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sonnet 18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And summer's lease hath all too short a date:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou growest:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long lives this and this gives life to thee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-6819229939961060129?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6819229939961060129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=6819229939961060129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6819229939961060129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6819229939961060129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem-by-william-shakespeare.html' title='POEM By William Shakespeare'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-8316206937353012444</id><published>2009-04-01T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:29:08.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SdPAfqMWaQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Glw2T0S6m4I/s1600-h/1225081211a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319807234989254914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SdPAfqMWaQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Glw2T0S6m4I/s400/1225081211a.jpg" /&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/7289166241497945814-8316206937353012444?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8316206937353012444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=8316206937353012444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8316206937353012444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8316206937353012444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-weds.html' title='WORDLESS WEDS.'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SdPAfqMWaQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Glw2T0S6m4I/s72-c/1225081211a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-2459936645486398222</id><published>2009-03-30T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:21:37.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHT OF THE DAY!</title><content type='html'>Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't drink and drive, why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor, and why do bars have parking lots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you need a silencer if you are going to shoot a mime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, why are there locks on the doors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If a cow laughed real hard, would milk come out her nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing ever sticks to TEFLON, how do they make TEFLON stick to the pan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why do they put Braille dots on the keypad of the drive-up ATM? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't "palindrome" spelled the same way backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you transport something by car, it's called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that little indestructible black box that is used on planes, why can't they make the whole plane out of the same substance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why is it so hard to remember how to spell MNEMONIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why is it called a TV "set" when you only get one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does your nose run and your feet smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does an alarm clock "go off" when it begins ringing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If pro is the opposite of con, is progress the opposite of congress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does "cleave" mean both split apart and stick together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope these made you not only think, but laugh a little too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Have a great day!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-2459936645486398222?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2459936645486398222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=2459936645486398222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2459936645486398222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2459936645486398222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-of-day_30.html' title='THOUGHT OF THE DAY!'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-7545535169936588818</id><published>2009-03-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:18:26.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day!!!</title><content type='html'>This was sent to me today, and it made me laugh.... hope it does the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's stress buster for those if you all stressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was maybe 2 1/2 years old. Someone had given me a little 'tea set'  and it was one of my favorite toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the TV when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea ', which was just water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea , because it was 'just the cutest thing!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she says, (as only a mother would know.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-7545535169936588818?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7545535169936588818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=7545535169936588818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7545535169936588818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7545535169936588818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought Of The Day!!!'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-5523835573225204023</id><published>2009-03-21T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:02:56.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHOTO HUNT: Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/ScVHp_gfAfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZnkKo5k_PCs/s1600-h/dandilion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315733721928630770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/ScVHp_gfAfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZnkKo5k_PCs/s400/dandilion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Who knew a Dandelion could be so beautiful.&lt;/em&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/7289166241497945814-5523835573225204023?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5523835573225204023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=5523835573225204023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5523835573225204023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5523835573225204023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-hunt_21.html' title='Photo Hunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/ScVHp_gfAfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZnkKo5k_PCs/s72-c/dandilion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-5518247899888380500</id><published>2009-03-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:53:30.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEXTOLOGY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do to our lazy nature, we have as Americans come up with ways to text in shorthand. &lt;em&gt;Thz is so fny, bcoz if u dnt knw u r OOTL. LOL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you are texting use shorthand and see if the person you are texting is into the new lingo. Have fun my texters!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOTL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the loop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DLS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Little Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Out Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMAO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing my a*s off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROFLMAO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling on floor laughin my a*s off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2morro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nite:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TTYL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bcoz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&amp;amp;K:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAGD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAGN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GJ:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WLCM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IDK:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IDC:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HTH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this (that) Helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAGD HTH U N Txtn :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-5518247899888380500?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5518247899888380500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=5518247899888380500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5518247899888380500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5518247899888380500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-of-day_17.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3366613657591127627</id><published>2009-03-09T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:13:05.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old Man and the Dr. Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They always ask at the doctor's office why you are there, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you have to answer in front of others what's wrong -- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and sometimes it is embarrassing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing worse than a doctor's receptionist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; who insists you tell her what is wrong with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; in a room full of other patients. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know most of us have experienced this, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I love the way this old guy handled it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 65-year-old man walked into a crowded waiting room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and approached the desk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The receptionist said, "Yes, sir, what are you seeing the doctor for today?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He replied, "There's something wrong with my dick."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The receptionist became irritated and said, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You shouldn't come into a crowded waiting room and say things like that."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why not? You asked me what was wrong, and I told you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The receptionist replied, "Now you've caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should have said there is something wrong with your ear and then discussed the problem further with the doctor in private."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You shouldn't ask people questions in a room full of strangers if  the answer could embarrass anyone," the man said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he walked out and waited several minutes before re-entering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The receptionist smiled smugly and said, "Yes?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There's something wrong with my ear."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The receptionist nodded approvingly and smiled, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knowing he had taken her advice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "And what is wrong with your ear, sir?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can't piss out of it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The waiting room erupted in laughter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-3366613657591127627?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3366613657591127627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3366613657591127627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3366613657591127627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3366613657591127627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-of-day.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-6558762523112652800</id><published>2009-03-09T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:36:45.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRIPTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE WATCH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was sent to me and I am sharing this with all of you. It touched my soul, and I hope it touches you as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEfJpJ1lhQc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEfJpJ1lhQc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-6558762523112652800?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6558762523112652800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=6558762523112652800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6558762523112652800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6558762523112652800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/scripture.html' title='SCRIPTURE'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-8419376385809590116</id><published>2009-03-07T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:26:02.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SbLXQN9eleI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xH4_A_0VAfE/s1600-h/space+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310543584248632802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SbLXQN9eleI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xH4_A_0VAfE/s400/space+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; My baby girl... even holding her up didn't make her tall enough poor thing!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SbLXPnMYJvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pxUO2PUZ6fY/s1600-h/space+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310543573842142962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SbLXPnMYJvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pxUO2PUZ6fY/s400/space+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My children love to go and visit the Neal Armstrong Air and Space Center. My son not only wants to go to space, but also wants to be President. Maybe he'll be the first President of the United States of Space &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-8419376385809590116?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8419376385809590116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=8419376385809590116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8419376385809590116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8419376385809590116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-hunt.html' title='Photo Hunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SbLXQN9eleI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xH4_A_0VAfE/s72-c/space+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-9217693013576009537</id><published>2009-03-02T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:14:56.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/Sav320vfkwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LxX4m-VuDEU/s1600-h/1023080950a_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308609107029103362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/Sav320vfkwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LxX4m-VuDEU/s400/1023080950a_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I said 'God it hurts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God said 'I Know'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said 'God I cry a lot'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God said 'That's why I gave you tears'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said 'God I get so depressed'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God said 'That why I gave you sunshine'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said 'God I don't feel I can go on'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God Said ' I will carry you through'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said 'God I feel Alone'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God said 'That's why I gave you loved ones'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said 'God my loved ones are so far away'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God said 'I watched mine nailed to the cross'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said 'God Where are they?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God said 'Mine is on my right and yours is in the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said 'God it hurts'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God said 'I know' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7289166241497945814-9217693013576009537?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/9217693013576009537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=9217693013576009537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/9217693013576009537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/9217693013576009537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem.html' title='POEM'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/Sav320vfkwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LxX4m-VuDEU/s72-c/1023080950a_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-2722462166950778450</id><published>2009-02-23T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:14:07.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When LOVE is Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are 3 great things in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first thing is for you to love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The second thing is for someone to love you back and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the third greatest thing is for the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and second thing to happen at the same time ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;When I first saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I was afraid to talk to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;When I first talked to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I was afraid to like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;When I first liked you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I was afraid to love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Now that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm afraid to lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The first time I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; I knew it was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;That I'd love you forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;and that's what I'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Believe in love at first site&lt;br /&gt;When you have nothing left but love to give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;then for the first time you become aware &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;that love is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Love at first sight is possible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; but it pays to take a second look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I may not be your first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;but to be your last would be perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-2722462166950778450?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2722462166950778450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=2722462166950778450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2722462166950778450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2722462166950778450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-love-is-enough.html' title='When LOVE is Enough'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-8303648031195964993</id><published>2009-02-21T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:24:17.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SaBi1KB6rCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rtQzQGoAktU/s1600-h/0606081653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305349026407427106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SaBi1KB6rCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rtQzQGoAktU/s400/0606081653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; OH THE WARM DAYS OF SUMMER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7289166241497945814-8303648031195964993?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8303648031195964993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=8303648031195964993' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8303648031195964993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8303648031195964993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-hunt_21.html' title='Photo Hunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SaBi1KB6rCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rtQzQGoAktU/s72-c/0606081653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-1604526798693391252</id><published>2009-02-19T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:51:20.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics and Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those of you who have seen the movie FIREPROOF, you will know this song. It is a very powerful and moving song. For those of you who have not yet seen FIREPROOF... This is a must see film. It opens your eyes to the way a relationship IS to be with GOD as the head of the marriage; not just an after thought.... or someone you turn to in time of need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you enjoy this song!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please feel free to watch the FIREPROOF trailor:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K23hSajG2K8&amp;amp;eurl=http://movies.ask.com/c/video/Fireproof/447117?q=Fireproof&amp;amp;qsrc=2247&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K23hSajG2K8&amp;amp;eurl=http://movies.ask.com/c/video/Fireproof/447117?q=Fireproof&amp;amp;qsrc=2247&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free to watch and listen to "LOVE'S NOT A FIGHT" by Warren Barfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlylyrics.com/lyrics_video.php?grid=11&amp;amp;id=1017413"&gt;http://www.onlylyrics.com/lyrics_video.php?grid=11&amp;amp;id=1017413&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is not a place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to come and go as we please &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a house we enter in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then commit to never leave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So lock the door behind you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throw away the key &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work it out together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it bring us to our knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a shelter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a raging storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the middle of a war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if we try to leave; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May God send angels to guard the door &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, Love is not a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its something worth fighting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To some love is a word &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that they can fall into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when they're falling out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keeping that word is hard to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a shelter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a raging storm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the middle of a war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if we try to leave; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May God send angels to guard the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, Love is not a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its something worth fighting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love will come to save us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we'll only call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will ask nothing from us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but demand we give our all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a shelter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a raging storm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the middle of a war &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if we try to leave; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May God send angels to guard the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, Love is not a fight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its something worth fighting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I Will Fight For You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would You Fight For Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Worth Fighting For.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-1604526798693391252?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1604526798693391252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=1604526798693391252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1604526798693391252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1604526798693391252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/httpwww.html' title='Lyrics and Video'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-2084273612813631446</id><published>2009-02-17T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:56:53.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;THINGAMABOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noun: thingamabob ('thingumu`bób:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something unspecified whose name is either forgotten or not known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all have a THINGAMABOB around our house. We use these things to cook, or fix things or to help us clean. BUT for some reason we call it this unknown name instead of the proper name. We have all said at one time " Go get me that thingy over there?" When asked what thing?... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You know, that thingamabob right over there!"  The looks you get at that moment are as if you are a crazy person. Yet once the item is picked up.... it all clicks. LOL !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So to all of you out there that enjoy unknown, funny, well used words by Americans.... HERE YA GO!!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... And remember enjoy using your THINGAMABOB for what ever type of work you are doing today.  ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-2084273612813631446?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2084273612813631446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=2084273612813631446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2084273612813631446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2084273612813631446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-of-day.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-1878060788964249449</id><published>2009-02-14T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:14:23.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO HUNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;PHOTO HUNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SZbtQYy2FgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OazGzCfS6g0/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302686477064738306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SZbtQYy2FgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OazGzCfS6g0/s400/P1010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAUTICAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7289166241497945814-1878060788964249449?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1878060788964249449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=1878060788964249449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1878060788964249449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1878060788964249449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-hunt.html' title='PHOTO HUNT'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SZbtQYy2FgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OazGzCfS6g0/s72-c/P1010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-4718462355931650814</id><published>2009-02-13T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:32:30.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SZXYd6yKGTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PC3o9ZrMiLI/s1600-h/roses78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302382144806066482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SZXYd6yKGTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PC3o9ZrMiLI/s320/roses78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wishing All My Friends and Family a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;May the day be filled with Love and Blessings and may you be surrounded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love You and Appreciate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-4718462355931650814?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4718462355931650814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=4718462355931650814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4718462355931650814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4718462355931650814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/wishing-all-my-friends-and-family-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SZXYd6yKGTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PC3o9ZrMiLI/s72-c/roses78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-1973297581481358341</id><published>2009-02-11T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:20:27.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was a very bad and trying day. To listen to someone lie about things and you have to defend yourself is tiresome. I have spent 11 yrs. doing that and I am tired. So when I got home and picked up the Bible... This is what I opened to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that with God ALL things ARE possible and He will help me through this. All I need is the faith of a Mustard Seed, and HE will help me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God give me the peace and courage to face these next few months and the next Divorce hearing. No matter what happens let you get the Glory, for you are a just and fair God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AMEN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-1973297581481358341?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1973297581481358341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=1973297581481358341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1973297581481358341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1973297581481358341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/scripture.html' title='Scripture'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-7602124288575153512</id><published>2009-02-10T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:30:25.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were Do I Belong?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get the feeling like you don't fit in anymore? Or get the feeling that you are not wanted or belong in the place were you currently are?&lt;br /&gt; This feeling has been so overwhelming to me. I do not feel I belong here anymore. I never knew HOME would end up being were I don't belong. This house feels more like a trap then a home, and I hate even being here anymore. No one understands this feeling, half the time neither do I. This use to be such a fun place to be... friendly neighbors, nice neighborhood, family always coming over to just hang out. NOW... the neighborhood is so cold and impersonable, no one talks or says HI to me anymore. Family no longer come around except if I say something. DIVORCE changes everyone and everything around you. So may people knew my ex in this small town that now I am the outcast. Once school is over I feel I am going to have to move on from here and start over. Not only for me but for the kids too, a fresh start is what we need. I do not like feeling like an outcast because I stood up for my self and my kids. Enough was enough for me and I did what I had to do to get us out of a very bad situation. Yet we are being treated like it was US who did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So to all those who have turned their backs on us THANK YOU! By you doing this it has made it a lot easier for me to know it's time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-7602124288575153512?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7602124288575153512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=7602124288575153512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7602124288575153512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7602124288575153512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-do-i-belong.html' title='Were Do I Belong?'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-1512719677288558135</id><published>2009-01-28T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:47:00.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rant!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE HOT MAMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You want to see a mother go from nice to " ONE HOT MAMA" in 0.1 seconds.... mess with her kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the past 2 days my sons teacher has called me at the end of the day with "I "by her side to talk to me also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; DAY ONE: Mrs D. said that "I "did not get all his class work done and put him on the phone. He sounds as if he was about to cry telling me he was behind in his work. Being the mommy that I am I told him its O.K and we would work on it when he got home. Asked him if he was O.K; which he said yeah I'm fine. END OF DAY ONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( Not to bad right ... hold on it gets worse!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY TWO: Get a call from Mrs. D from her room again, this time she tells me "I" lied to me. He did not get all his work done. He only handed in one paper and that "I" has been doing nothing but lying to his father and I about getting his work done. She had to pause to help a student who had come up at ask a question. By this time I'M PISSED!!!! Knowing she is doing this to MY son in front of the whole class. She puts "I"  and he tells me he only forgot to do a reading paper and had also left one of his papers here at home that he had done. ( which I had found and my sister took it down to him) By this time "I" was fighting back tears I could hear it in his voice. I WAS HOT!!! Mrs. D got back on and said that with him lying we need to really check his bag and books to make sure. I didn't say anything I just hung up on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I called the Principal and told him what Mrs. D had done and in front of the whole class. If she has anything to talk to me about she needs to call a meeting or call when no one is in the room. "I" has attention problems anyway, and right now is dealing with a lot with family issues too. AND to have an adult... his teacher do that to him in front of the class is just WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to find out this is not the only student she has done this to. She speaks down to these kids, is rude and very mean to them. I am to the point if the Principal does not take care of this; I WILL BE GOING TO THE SUPERINTENDENT and on up from there if I have to. This kind of treatment from a teacher to these kids is uncalled for. I was up-set when I heard that she had done something like this to a friends child... but now that she is messing with mine... IT' S ON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't mess with a mother's babies. No matter how old they get... a mother can go from nice to " ONE HOT MAMA" very quickly all you have to do is mess with her kids.&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/7289166241497945814-1512719677288558135?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1512719677288558135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=1512719677288558135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1512719677288558135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1512719677288558135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-rant_28.html' title='My Rant!!!'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-8821981573878557711</id><published>2009-01-27T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:40:24.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT MESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a derogatory term describing a situation, behavior, appearance, etc. that is disastrously bad. Think "faux pas" but times ten. Possible origin is literal (think, steaming dog pile). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXP:"She got up on stage and tried to sing  but her performance was a hot mess."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use this term a lot at school. It's so funny cause we all know what it means but the teachers (who by the way are all older) have no clue what it means. We did have one ask and we just all laughed about it. No one told her... it's like our own little club. We don't let the old teachers in LMAO. I never knew how much College and High School went hand in hand. You still have your clicks, your nerds and you class clowns. It has been a blast... I'm going to miss it but am sooo glad it's almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-8821981573878557711?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8821981573878557711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=8821981573878557711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8821981573878557711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8821981573878557711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day_27.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-5417216132222187772</id><published>2009-01-26T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:20:32.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POEM</title><content type='html'>Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;&lt;br /&gt;Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;&lt;br /&gt;Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;&lt;br /&gt;Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching&lt;br /&gt;content;&lt;br /&gt;Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;&lt;br /&gt;Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can walk undisturb'd;&lt;br /&gt;Give me for marriage a sweet-breath'd woman, of whom I should never tire;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a perfect child--give me, away, aside from the noise of the world, a rural, domestic life;&lt;br /&gt;Give me to warble spontaneous songs, reliev'd, recluse by myself, formy own ears only;&lt;br /&gt;Give me solitude--give me Nature--give me again, O Nature, your&lt;br /&gt;primal sanities!--These, demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement,and rack'd by the war-strife;)&lt;br /&gt;These to procure, incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;While yet incessantly asking, still I adhere to my city;&lt;br /&gt;Day upon day, and year upon year, O city, walking your streets,&lt;br /&gt;Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time, refusing to give me up;&lt;br /&gt;Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul--you give me foreverfaces;&lt;br /&gt;(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries;&lt;br /&gt;I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)&lt;br /&gt;Keep your splendid, silent sun;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your woods, O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields andorchards;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields, where the Ninth-month bees hum;&lt;br /&gt;Give me faces and streets! give me these phantoms incessant and endless along the trottoirs!Give me interminable eyes! give me women! give me comrades and lovers by the thousand!&lt;br /&gt;Let me see new ones every day! let me hold new ones by the hand everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Give me such shows! give me the streets of Manhattan!&lt;br /&gt;Give me Broadway, with the soldiers marching--give me the sound of&lt;br /&gt;the trumpets and drums!(The soldiers in companies or regiments--some, starting away, flush'd and reckless;&lt;br /&gt;Some, their time up, returning, with thinn'd ranks--young, yet very old, worn, marching, noticing nothing;)&lt;br /&gt;Give me the shores and the wharves heavy-fringed with the blackships!&lt;br /&gt;O such for me! O an intense life! O full to repletion, and varied!&lt;br /&gt;The life of the theatre, bar-room, huge hotel, for me!&lt;br /&gt;The saloon of the steamer! the crowded excursion for me! the torch-light procession!&lt;br /&gt;The dense brigade, bound for the war, with high piled military wagons&lt;br /&gt;following;&lt;br /&gt;People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan streets, with their powerful throbs, with the beating drums, as now;&lt;br /&gt;The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of muskets, (eventhe sight of the wounded;)Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus--with varied chorus, and light of the sparkling eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.&lt;br /&gt; Walt Whitman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-5417216132222187772?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5417216132222187772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=5417216132222187772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5417216132222187772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5417216132222187772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem_26.html' title='POEM'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-694261995457617465</id><published>2009-01-23T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:23:06.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rant!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok it's been awhile since i have just sat down and had a good rant... but today feels like a good day for that LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people think that if you have something posted or they see people talking over to one side, that they are talking about them? We all know people like this... they see two or more of their friends/aquatints over to one side talking; and they automatically think it's about them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Like they are so important that every conversation has to be about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH WHATEVER!!!! Get a life, PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really burns me is if you have a saying or something posted on your page and someone sees it and thinks you are talking about them. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Reality check here.... my life has nothing to do with you!!! I have my own issues, problems, and going on's to deal with than thinking about you!!! If someone has a problem with what I post on my pages.... then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STAY OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do not waste your time looking just to see " Oh my is she talking about me again?" If you feel that something I am going through fits your life or the way you feel... &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; I'm glad to know someone else out there is going through a Hell of a time too.&lt;strong&gt; BUT DON'T PRIDE YOUR SELF THINKING ITS ALL ABOUT YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end this pointless rant... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you do not like what I have to say, STAY OFF MY PAGES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you can relate, find some humor, or just enjoy the blogs; by all means stop by.. leave a comment.. what ever. I enjoy having this page and I am not going to tip toe around on how I feel or what I say because others may not like it.&lt;br /&gt;This is me.. take me as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-694261995457617465?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/694261995457617465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=694261995457617465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/694261995457617465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/694261995457617465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-rant.html' title='My Rant!!!'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-1606183778038194508</id><published>2009-01-22T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:01:29.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SXiHfmHzDYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vbad-IAufvY/s1600-h/briggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294130338852965762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SXiHfmHzDYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vbad-IAufvY/s320/briggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HONOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;High respect, as that shown for special merit; esteem:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have had the privilege of going over to England when I was in High School, and I found my fathers family crest and coat of arms. It was such a touching moment when I got back to the states and gave my father a copy of these. He was so proud of them, and thankful that I had found these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I am taking my family name back. I'm doing this to honor my father whom never had any sons of his own to carry on the family name. Once he passed away a few years ago I have had this desire to do this. I know that at least for the rest of my life, my fathers name and the honor of that name will go on and be with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-1606183778038194508?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1606183778038194508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=1606183778038194508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1606183778038194508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1606183778038194508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day_22.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SXiHfmHzDYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vbad-IAufvY/s72-c/briggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-5400175525528634919</id><published>2009-01-21T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:24:38.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring The Rain lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can count a million times&lt;br /&gt;People asking me how I&lt;br /&gt;Can praise You with all that I've gone through&lt;br /&gt;The question just amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Can circumstances possibly&lt;br /&gt;Change who I forever am in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe since my life was changed&lt;br /&gt;Long before these rainy days&lt;br /&gt;It's never really ever crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;To turn my back on you, oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;My only shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;But instead I draw closer through these times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray&lt;br /&gt;Bring me joy, bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Bring the chance to be free&lt;br /&gt;Bring me anything that brings You glory&lt;br /&gt;And I know there'll be days&lt;br /&gt;When this life brings me pain&lt;br /&gt;But if that's what it takes to praise You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours regardless of&lt;br /&gt;The dark clouds that may loom above&lt;br /&gt;Because You are much greater than my pain&lt;br /&gt;You who made a way for me&lt;br /&gt;By suffering Your destiny&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what's a little rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray&lt;br /&gt;Bring me joy, bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Bring the chance to be free&lt;br /&gt;Bring me anything that brings You glory&lt;br /&gt;And I know there'll be days&lt;br /&gt;When this life brings me pain&lt;br /&gt;But if that's what it takes to praise You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy, holy&lt;br /&gt;Is the Lord God Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 4:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...GREATER IS He WHO IS IN ME, THAN he WHO IS IN THE WORLD." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-5400175525528634919?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5400175525528634919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=5400175525528634919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5400175525528634919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5400175525528634919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-906386572989178331</id><published>2009-01-20T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:31:32.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STRIKHEDONIA: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pleaseure Of Being Able To Say The Hell With It!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Over these past months I have been worried, scared, depressed and just beside myself about everything that has happened. But now I'm to the point in my life that I feel &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; again and like the &lt;strong&gt;"old Me"...&lt;/strong&gt; the one good thing that has come from this is the " Hell With It" mind set. Things are going to happen that I can not do anything about. People are going to say things that I can not do anything about. Most of all they will make their minds up about what they think I should do or how I should feel or act during all of this. And to this I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" THE HELL WITH IT!!!" LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am finally happy again, I have hope and for once am thinking of a future that is full of joy. Before I was just looking as far as " let me get done with school then I figure out what to do." But now I know that everything is going to be O.K and I just need to stop worrying what others say, think, or do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;For those of you that have been there for me to give me HOPE, and a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to talk to.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I THANK YOU!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This has helped me in so many ways get over my past and look to the future.&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/7289166241497945814-906386572989178331?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/906386572989178331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=906386572989178331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/906386572989178331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/906386572989178331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day_20.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-4488680301075798878</id><published>2009-01-19T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:33:11.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And having perhaps the better claim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I marked the first for another day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-4488680301075798878?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4488680301075798878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=4488680301075798878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4488680301075798878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4488680301075798878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem.html' title='POEM'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-536757979288025944</id><published>2009-01-18T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:48:51.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRIPTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today in church Pastor gave a cool sermon about &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He asked 3 questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) WHAT is your PIT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is the one thing you are having trouble getting over or that problem you feel you just can not get out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in ALL thy way acknowledge Him and He will direct your path."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) WHAT is you LION?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is that one thing that you fear you can not get past or what you feel my tear you apart or is holding you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Samuel 22:33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" God is my strength and power, He makes my way perfect."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) WHAT / WHO is your enemy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what/ who is the one thing/ person who is always coming against you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 27:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is my light and my salvation, who shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life, of who shall I be afraid?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have had PITS, LIONS, and ENEMIES come at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; strong lately but I know if I Trust in the Lord, Seek Him in my time of need, and Trust that He will help me through this.... Then I know I will be O.K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 7:7-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ask, and it shall be given unto you. Seek, and you shall find. Knock and the door shall be opened unto you. For everyone who asked, receives; he who seeks, finds; and he who knocks it shall open."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-536757979288025944?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/536757979288025944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=536757979288025944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/536757979288025944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/536757979288025944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/scripture_18.html' title='SCRIPTURE'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-6509933261770582221</id><published>2009-01-17T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T05:16:33.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SXHZ3yn-8bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_conEMAAAro/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292250589642551730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SXHZ3yn-8bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_conEMAAAro/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;One of my Medical Missions children found this hat at my house. He loved it and wore it all the time.&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/7289166241497945814-6509933261770582221?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6509933261770582221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=6509933261770582221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6509933261770582221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6509933261770582221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-hunt_17.html' title='Photo Hunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SXHZ3yn-8bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_conEMAAAro/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-7396718636787589493</id><published>2009-01-16T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:20:01.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stoop -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to swoop on prey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have often heard of the front steps to ones house be referred to as the "Front Stoop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is that?? If a "stoop" is to swoop on prey, then are we the prey and our visitors the predator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We often use words in our everyday language that we are not sure of the true meanings to them. They are what our family has used and we carry them on. BUT thanks to the World Wide Web... we can find any word and it's meaning. It is very surprising to see the true meanings to these words. Some are so off the wall you wonder how on earth did we use that word for the terms we have used it for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When our ancestor came over they used little or no English. As they picked up words they associated them with what they felt was the correct use for that word. Almost each family in the USA has words that have been used throughout their families. Pasted down through the years; but if they just take the time to look them up... they may be surprised to learn that they are saying things they never thought they would say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HENCE... Stoop- An entrance into a dwelling or house!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-7396718636787589493?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7396718636787589493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=7396718636787589493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7396718636787589493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7396718636787589493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day_16.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-4969790393792150067</id><published>2009-01-15T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:15:52.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ONYCHOPHAGY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;                            &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Habit Of Biting One's Fingernails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know what you're thinking... that's sick!!! It's such a bad habit too, but as a "Nail" biter I'm here to tell you it is more than just a bad habit. It is a stress release, or a way to clam the nerves of the one who does this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;For many, many years I have been a "nail" biter and have tried many times to stop. The nails would start to grow and look so nice, THEN something would happen and my stress level would go up. Without even thinking I'm back biting my nails. It's like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; habit, or addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So this time around I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that during this HIGH stress time, I am going to stop biting my nails. SO Far SO Good too :) This way if I do it while I am under a lot of stress, hopeful this will break that nasty habit of biting then when I get stressed again.  I'm willing to try anything at this point... So wish me luck ;) !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-4969790393792150067?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4969790393792150067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=4969790393792150067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4969790393792150067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4969790393792150067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day_15.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-2016682688655331874</id><published>2009-01-14T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:18:45.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SW4eazVC56I/AAAAAAAAAIU/xkRwEUWu6Mw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291200058010822562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SW4eazVC56I/AAAAAAAAAIU/xkRwEUWu6Mw/s400/004.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/7289166241497945814-2016682688655331874?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2016682688655331874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=2016682688655331874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2016682688655331874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2016682688655331874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordless-weds.html' title='WORDLESS WEDS.'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SW4eazVC56I/AAAAAAAAAIU/xkRwEUWu6Mw/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3822558031313723059</id><published>2009-01-13T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:41:42.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW    DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8Q3cimaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aGHJ0XHIl0c/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290881028945254818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8Q3cimaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aGHJ0XHIl0c/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8QlwOxlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/khUYi6RVnfI/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290881024196003410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8QlwOxlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/khUYi6RVnfI/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8QDEecRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bsnX0ufD7n4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290881014885675282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8QDEecRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bsnX0ufD7n4/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8PaJAVgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VayI8Szsey8/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290881003898820098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8PaJAVgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VayI8Szsey8/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz7-n0DkEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/invhBclasWg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290880715511271490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz7-n0DkEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/invhBclasWg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;We had so much fun yesterday just playing in the snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-3822558031313723059?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3822558031313723059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3822558031313723059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3822558031313723059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3822558031313723059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html' title='SNOW    DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWz8Q3cimaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aGHJ0XHIl0c/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-5239722160968572883</id><published>2009-01-12T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:44:13.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRIPTURE</title><content type='html'>1 JOHN 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoever does not Love does not know GOD, Because GOD is Love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I stop and think of all that love should be; Accepting, Forgiving, Supporting, Strengthening; GOD is all that and more. HE IS PERFECT LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you trust in God and leave things up to Him; things will fall into place. I have done this with the things that have been going on and as hard as it is NOT to have control, I know He Loves me and will work things out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had made a list of what I was looking for in a partner;I have had this list for awhile and began to pray about this list. For the past few months I would read it, pray about it, and read my bible. The scriptures I would read just seemed to fit too. I would pick up my bible and hold it til I was done praying. Then I would let if fall open and read were it had opened to. It always seemed to be what I needed at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know God has answered this for me and has met everyone of those wants I have been praying about. Time will tell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-5239722160968572883?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5239722160968572883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=5239722160968572883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5239722160968572883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5239722160968572883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/scripture.html' title='SCRIPTURE'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-7345569426686471688</id><published>2009-01-11T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:26:49.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wordbound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unable to find expression in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Have you ever had something happen or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; something that you just could not find the words to say how you feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   It is the coolest thing that happens but then when you try and tell someone else... you just can not find the words to explain it. You know how you feel, and you try to express it but to no avail. NOTHING you try and say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fits&lt;/span&gt; how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   The only thing you can really say to others is " You just wouldn't believe it!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-7345569426686471688?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7345569426686471688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=7345569426686471688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7345569426686471688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7345569426686471688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-day.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-7008325832909032987</id><published>2009-01-10T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:43:50.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of two persons compatible with each other in disposition, point of view, or sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person with whom one gets along well because of having shared interests and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met someone who you talk with them and when you hear their story of things they have been through; you are thinking &lt;em&gt;"WOW... They are talking about my life." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had that before, and to tell you I never thought it was possible to have that kind of a bond with someone out side of family. BUT...... I can say I have this in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go through things in life and you start looking back over everything; you say to your self " I'll NEVER ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN AGAIN!!!" So you put walls up to keep people out. But once in awhile God hears your prayers for what you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; wanting and sends it your way. You just have to be open and ready to accept what God has given to you. Don't let that wall you have put up keep everyone out because you will miss out on so many Blessings in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by a close friend the other night&lt;em&gt; " It is better to LOVE and LOST then to have never LOVED at all!" &lt;/em&gt;This rings true in my life now... What do I have to lose by allowing others to get to know me? Why am I so scared to get hurt? With God as the one to be there for me and to help me rebuild my life; I know I can't go wrong if I listen to Him and what He has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in store&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God today for putting such a wonderful person in my life that I can say is from Him, and is my soulmate. This person has matched everything I have prayed to God for, and so much more. I guess even in our Darkest times God still listens and helps us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-7008325832909032987?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7008325832909032987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=7008325832909032987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7008325832909032987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7008325832909032987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/soulmate-one-of-two-persons-compatible.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3681368288028137375</id><published>2009-01-10T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:47:58.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo Hunt: Aftermath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691906724366914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWjCw1-QikI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MYWQ8FuRspw/s400/cridersville+skating+party+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" It's all fun and games til someone get's hurt!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (Awww he had so much fun at the skating party until he fell.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-3681368288028137375?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3681368288028137375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3681368288028137375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3681368288028137375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3681368288028137375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-hunt.html' title='Photo Hunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SWjCw1-QikI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MYWQ8FuRspw/s72-c/cridersville+skating+party+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-5219515378857632646</id><published>2009-01-10T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:41:47.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;So Much has happened from the last time I was on here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 1) For those of you that know what is going on and everything that is happening; I Thank You for the Prayers and the kind words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I now only have 6 months left of school Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!! I have started looking for nursing jobs around Ohio and Indiana. I'm so ready to move and make a New Start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I have always heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soulmates&lt;/span&gt;, but I have NEVER believed in that sort of thing UNTIL now. I believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soulmates&lt;/span&gt; can be a future husband, a friend or even a family member... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soulmates&lt;/span&gt; to me is a connection two share &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a LOVER type thing. People get this feeling confused and then wonder why they have never found that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt; they long for.  Once in awhile you find someone who changes your life, and you thank God for such a friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have more to share but that will be for a later date. Just wanted to let everyone know I'm O.K and I'll be back on soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-5219515378857632646?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5219515378857632646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=5219515378857632646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5219515378857632646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5219515378857632646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/up-dates.html' title='Up-Dates'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-621650594440876750</id><published>2008-11-01T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:36:32.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoHunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PhotoHunt: BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263759694645948114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQyhjb5j7tI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IQmdz3P_bvQ/s400/big_502774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-621650594440876750?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/621650594440876750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=621650594440876750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/621650594440876750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/621650594440876750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/11/photohunt.html' title='PhotoHunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQyhjb5j7tI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IQmdz3P_bvQ/s72-c/big_502774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-5408476891326682401</id><published>2008-10-25T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T05:12:39.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoHunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PhotoHunt: Scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261062512545530994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQMMexlmhHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Y-7Ek_gwd6g/s400/m_ed84692c47cdfa55c1a6985680af69cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went to the Ohio Caverns, it is very beautiful. Yet when you are walking below the Earth, and you are getting dive-Bombed by bats it's a little scary unless you are a young kid. Then its A LOT Scary. LOL the kids that were with us in our group were so freaked out by it they thought for sure they would not get out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-5408476891326682401?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5408476891326682401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=5408476891326682401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5408476891326682401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/5408476891326682401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/photohunt_25.html' title='PhotoHunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQMMexlmhHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Y-7Ek_gwd6g/s72-c/m_ed84692c47cdfa55c1a6985680af69cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3669198219398838082</id><published>2008-10-24T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T05:41:20.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Outdoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yesterday we went to get wood and I was so taken by all the wonderful colors I had to take some pictures to share with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHByqnfoaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JcLae5tSEfk/s1600-h/1023081630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260698915923009954" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHByqnfoaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JcLae5tSEfk/s400/1023081630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBsBLsRII/AAAAAAAAAGk/D9-daGOaV5w/s1600-h/1023080955_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260698801721328770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBsBLsRII/AAAAAAAAAGk/D9-daGOaV5w/s400/1023080955_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBrxl8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/FvGhHutFoww/s1600-h/1023080950a_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260698797536474034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBrxl8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/FvGhHutFoww/s400/1023080950a_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBrj62VbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xf6IaZPRIrI/s1600-h/1023080950_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260698793866057138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBrj62VbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xf6IaZPRIrI/s400/1023080950_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBrVvTWmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cJaNrFgrGfc/s1600-h/1014081145_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260698790059530850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBrVvTWmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cJaNrFgrGfc/s400/1014081145_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBrTMNeCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FbV5amON3D8/s1600-h/1023080949_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260698789375473698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHBrTMNeCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FbV5amON3D8/s400/1023080949_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7289166241497945814-3669198219398838082?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3669198219398838082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3669198219398838082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3669198219398838082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3669198219398838082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-outdoors.html' title='The Beautiful Outdoors'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SQHByqnfoaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JcLae5tSEfk/s72-c/1023081630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-8216724756063635400</id><published>2008-10-20T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:38:29.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Coming</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been awhile from my last post. With a week full of test last week and then clinicals this last weekend... it doesn' t leave me much time for the things I like to do. So I will post more when I can, right now there are a lot of issues at home I have to deal with too. So until the next time I post...see you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-8216724756063635400?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8216724756063635400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=8216724756063635400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8216724756063635400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8216724756063635400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-coming.html' title='Long Time Coming'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-4857098198516709962</id><published>2008-10-12T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:58:48.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENT SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SPHmZ4GkUlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9PZ50sYtVm0/s1600-h/18645_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256235572349129298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SPHmZ4GkUlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9PZ50sYtVm0/s400/18645_big.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/7289166241497945814-4857098198516709962?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4857098198516709962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=4857098198516709962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4857098198516709962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4857098198516709962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/silent-sunday_12.html' title='SILENT SUNDAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SPHmZ4GkUlI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9PZ50sYtVm0/s72-c/18645_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-7733471628846471965</id><published>2008-10-10T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:08:29.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoHunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;PhotoHunt: Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255711885661531474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SPAKHTKnbVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LXP8wxeToCc/s400/m_7ab51eba391e4fcbeffa9ab824bc9f4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok...Ok I know what you're thinking another picture of her dog.  BUT.... He takes such cute pictures... and if this doesn't scream LAZY then I don't know what does!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7289166241497945814-7733471628846471965?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7733471628846471965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=7733471628846471965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7733471628846471965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7733471628846471965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/photohunt_10.html' title='PhotoHunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SPAKHTKnbVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LXP8wxeToCc/s72-c/m_7ab51eba391e4fcbeffa9ab824bc9f4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3654304579522921101</id><published>2008-10-08T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:09:31.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY: PUMPKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;A woman was asked "What is it like to be a Christian?"&lt;br /&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;"It is like being a pumpkin. God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. Then he cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff. He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc., and then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-3654304579522921101?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3654304579522921101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3654304579522921101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3654304579522921101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3654304579522921101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/word-of-day_08.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3902871159291707546</id><published>2008-10-06T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:31:38.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;TRUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Defined: Firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We as humans trust many people and many things. We trust our family to love us no matter what, we trust our job will always be there, we trust our cars to get us from point A to point B and keep us safe. Yet putting our trust in these things just leads us to feeling like failures when things go wrong. If we get laid off from our job we wonder what we did wrong to deserve that. If our family is fighting and falls apart we blame our self. If that car we depend on so much breaks down we start replaying in our minds... did I check the fluids, did I keep up on the up-keep like I was suppose to. It is human nature to blame our self when something goes wrong... it's like we just can't accept the fact that things happen beyond our control and life will go on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yet with all of this are we relying to much on other things then on the ONE we should be trusting in??? &lt;em&gt;TRUST IN THE LORD WITH ALL YOUR HEART AND LEAN NOT ON YOUR OWN UNDERSTANDINGS; IN ALL YOU DO ACKNOWLEDGE HIM AND HE WILL DIRECT YOUR PATH. &lt;/em&gt;If we just have the faith of a Mustard Seed... well if you have ever seen how small a mustard seed it you would know it doesn't take much for God to help those who trust in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Question is &lt;em&gt;WHO DO YOU TRUST IN????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-3902871159291707546?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3902871159291707546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3902871159291707546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3902871159291707546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3902871159291707546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/word-of-day.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-2720325062189822698</id><published>2008-10-05T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:32:35.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENT SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort Zone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253739289219474866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SOkIDExwpbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1qerjdrZbPc/s400/0713080941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7289166241497945814-2720325062189822698?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2720325062189822698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=2720325062189822698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2720325062189822698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2720325062189822698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/silent-sunday.html' title='SILENT SUNDAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SOkIDExwpbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1qerjdrZbPc/s72-c/0713080941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-8410736732916258139</id><published>2008-10-03T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:13:54.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoHunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PhotoHunt&lt;/span&gt;:  Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253115670773917170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SObQ3tCEZfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4mtRJ0H2W84/s400/0722081832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Our dog Waggles loves to go for golf cart rides. I took this as he watched my husband and kids drive away in the golf cart leaving him behind. He was crying as they drove away...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-8410736732916258139?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8410736732916258139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=8410736732916258139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8410736732916258139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8410736732916258139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/photohunt.html' title='PhotoHunt'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SObQ3tCEZfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4mtRJ0H2W84/s72-c/0722081832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-2171625793772789809</id><published>2008-10-03T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:04:28.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;... this has been a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; week. I sure hope and pray this next week is better.... I'll post more later when I have time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-2171625793772789809?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2171625793772789809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=2171625793772789809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2171625793772789809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2171625793772789809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-6127573245877284332</id><published>2008-09-28T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:31:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENT SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN_M3gJAanI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YxeMR-mdbis/s1600-h/0928080902_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251140944429869682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN_M3gJAanI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YxeMR-mdbis/s320/0928080902_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-6127573245877284332?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6127573245877284332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=6127573245877284332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6127573245877284332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6127573245877284332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/silent-sunday.html' title='SILENT SUNDAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN_M3gJAanI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YxeMR-mdbis/s72-c/0928080902_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-1554251234431749417</id><published>2008-09-27T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:10:14.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CMM WEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CMM WEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250747117775711490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5mrxhtbQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jeGiaXPOGas/s320/Eliezer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CMM WEST is an org. that I have been involved in for a little over 2 yrs. now. This a a &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5kg8BnNNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hgWT1Pq8f94/s1600-h/m_0c9b305ce60a18886a411a34eee15b61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250744732592059602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5kg8BnNNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hgWT1Pq8f94/s400/m_0c9b305ce60a18886a411a34eee15b61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;children's medical missions that was started out of a ladies home in Waynesfield Ohio. To date we have helped 6 kids in this short 2 yrs that we have been doing this. With number 7 ( Picture at top) yet to come in a few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; It is amazing to see how happy these children are, we think that "Oh poor them they have THIS thing wrong with them and they come from a poor country." Yet they seem so happy and greatful. Think about it... our kids complain because the electric goes out and they can't watch T.V or play their computer games. They complain about not liking what we may be having for supper that night, or take for granted that we have food available 24/7. They get up set if we tell them it's a nice day why don't you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;go out and play or ride your bikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5kt9k3r6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Sm3Dvj-rrVQ/s1600-h/m_f89ce192d571f7914f9d09f0819932e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250744956346675106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5kt9k3r6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Sm3Dvj-rrVQ/s320/m_f89ce192d571f7914f9d09f0819932e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For one day we all should walk every were we go, eat only a handful of rice or worse maybe have nothing. Or maybe go without electricity or running water. Maybe we would all be a little more greatful for the small things we do have. We have our health,  families that love us, homes that keep us dry,warm and safe. Yet we do not seem to be as happy as these people we think are so poor. Why Is That???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5lDbfs3QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2JRXceuHJ18/s1600-h/m_60bb2a4dbecde6f8ea50839d9426a569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250745325155310850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5lDbfs3QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2JRXceuHJ18/s320/m_60bb2a4dbecde6f8ea50839d9426a569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250745128709681042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5k3_rab5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/-9GkcJ5oGhg/s320/m_1f871bd3cb2137fa047622eff5eefe03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5ncB9yDYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1nsn8F9sckk/s1600-h/0927081255a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250747946822143362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5ncB9yDYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1nsn8F9sckk/s320/0927081255a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5lQh_CUDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ICngr3Ck2t8/s1600-h/m_e8142ad2523fdffeea0952d85d2e17c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250745550235652146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5lQh_CUDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ICngr3Ck2t8/s320/m_e8142ad2523fdffeea0952d85d2e17c3.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/7289166241497945814-1554251234431749417?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1554251234431749417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=1554251234431749417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1554251234431749417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1554251234431749417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/cmm-west.html' title='CMM WEST'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SN5mrxhtbQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jeGiaXPOGas/s72-c/Eliezer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-6585581542145330602</id><published>2008-09-26T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:16:03.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;QUIDNUNC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A Person who always wants to know what is going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt; We all know someone like this. It may be a neighbor, a friend, or even a family member. These people D&lt;strong&gt;rive Us Nuts&lt;/strong&gt;.... always asking what is going on, what that person who texted or called wants, who that was that was at your house. They may even be the type that listens in to your conversation with someone else and tell others what is going on for you. Yet some of us will not say anything to these people at the risk of hurt someones feelings. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;... if they push you to far; it's time to put them in their place!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-6585581542145330602?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6585581542145330602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=6585581542145330602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6585581542145330602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/6585581542145330602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_26.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3461089072090550453</id><published>2008-09-23T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:30:53.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Word Of The Day: LIVID&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definition: Extremely angry; furious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yep this is how I am feeling, let me elaborate.... I have been very depressed sense being laid off from work. Bills for the first time are being paid late, I'm worried each day HOW things are going to get paid on what little my husband makes. So I am job seeking and right now Subbing at our local school as a Teacher's Aid ( Now Called Para- Educators). All this stress is taking a tole on my Test at school and my life at home. My husband, being like most &lt;strong&gt;MALES...&lt;/strong&gt; wants to touch and cuddle and do other things married folks are suppose to do. Yet with this over whelming feeling like I'm the one causing this now dispare in the house, well I'm just not up to any of that.&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT WANT TO BE TOUCHED AT ALL!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; So now He is pissy with me, and saying things like&lt;em&gt; " Not sure why you don't want ME to touch you!!!" " What's wrong with you??? Why are you acting like this??" &lt;/em&gt;Like I have someone else touching me... HA!!! Or I have a problem with just him. Let's see when would I have time?! Between school, subbing, applying for jobs, cooking, studying, helping the kids with their homework.... yeah I am &lt;strong&gt;SOOO &lt;/strong&gt;wanting another man. Hell I don't want the one I have right now do to the fact that he is acting the way he is. Are &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; men like this??? Think that everything can be made &lt;strong&gt;OK &lt;/strong&gt;by their Lovin?! &lt;strong&gt;I DON"T THINK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To any men that may read this... just know that by acting and saying things like this is just going to piss your woman off more. So if you get into this situation... give her time and space and be there for her if she feels like talking about it, do not be an ass about it and make them feel like they are doing something wrong or wose make them feel like something is wrong with them because they are feeling this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-3461089072090550453?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3461089072090550453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3461089072090550453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3461089072090550453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3461089072090550453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_23.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-4604732119863756091</id><published>2008-09-21T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:58:47.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SILENT SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248550825976068162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SNaZKw_i-EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sh3hfsdZjTQ/s400/m_84ec49761910243a9a414433099620b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;( My sister S and I at our 1st Mini Marathon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-4604732119863756091?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4604732119863756091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=4604732119863756091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4604732119863756091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4604732119863756091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/silent-sunday-my-sister-s-and-i-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SNaZKw_i-EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sh3hfsdZjTQ/s72-c/m_84ec49761910243a9a414433099620b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-1529061958594176159</id><published>2008-09-18T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:42:26.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Word of the day: BUSY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yep that's it... this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explains&lt;/span&gt; how my day has been. Nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; just very busy, helped my sister S with the C-Ville Book Fair . Had an appointment in town, had to study for an A&amp;amp;P test that I hadn't even looked at yet. Then back to school to pick up kids, back home to study again. Now to school for me... TEST TIME!!! Hope I did okay, feel pretty good about it. Now sitting in class for 4 hours taking notes.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pharm&lt;/span&gt; test this next Tues, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Peds&lt;/span&gt; test this next Wed, and a Med. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Surg&lt;/span&gt; test on Thurs. PLUS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;clinicals&lt;/span&gt; this weekend and Thurs and Fri of next week I have observations at the Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;( BREATH) SO... busy sums up my day and oh yes Next Week too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-1529061958594176159?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1529061958594176159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=1529061958594176159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1529061958594176159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/1529061958594176159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_18.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-942665171659499690</id><published>2008-09-17T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:16:05.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldwidewords.org/weirdwords/ww-twi1.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twitterpated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Defined as “An enjoyable disorder characterized by feelings of excitement, anticipation, high hopes, recent memories of interludes, giddiness, and physical overstimulation which occur simultaneously when experiencing a new love.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SNFWOlQS9UI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IxBrqVaTXaE/s1600-h/twitterpated.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247069849381958978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SNFWOlQS9UI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IxBrqVaTXaE/s320/twitterpated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may know it best from the original Bambi of 1942, in which Friend Owl says, “Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So let that special someone know that you are Twitterpated for them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-942665171659499690?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/942665171659499690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=942665171659499690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/942665171659499690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/942665171659499690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day_17.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SNFWOlQS9UI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IxBrqVaTXaE/s72-c/twitterpated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-7306717422090085705</id><published>2008-09-16T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:56:12.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nincompoop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A foolish or stupid acting person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  We all have heard this word, used this word or know someone who IS this word. Yet this is one of the funniest sounding words we still use today. Yet do people really know what it stands for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  How did such a word come to be used by so many people? It was  said it was  Latin for non compos, or non compos mentis, &lt;strong&gt;not mentally competent.&lt;/strong&gt;  So if Freud's Theory of the Human is true and we are all MENTAL is some way... are we all Nincompoop's? The only good thing about Theories...Is that there is always a way to prove them wrong... or can we????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-7306717422090085705?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7306717422090085705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=7306717422090085705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7306717422090085705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7306717422090085705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-2495285528356336972</id><published>2008-09-15T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:48:11.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WORD OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Hullabaloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great noise or commotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun word to use in conversation, and it's perfect if you need an unusual synonym for "noise" or "commotion." It's just obscure enough that it doesn't get overused, but it's not so obscure that most people won't recognize it and chuckle to themselves. So the next time your kids are being noisy you can ask them " What is all that HULLABALOO about?" and watch how they react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-2495285528356336972?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2495285528356336972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=2495285528356336972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2495285528356336972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2495285528356336972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day-hullabaloo-great-noise-or.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-8288221386266271147</id><published>2008-09-14T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:54:24.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SILENT SUNDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245936677756068530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SM1PnT_X4rI/AAAAAAAAADs/TxD1_GN-1aU/s320/0913080956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-8288221386266271147?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8288221386266271147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=8288221386266271147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8288221386266271147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/8288221386266271147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/silent-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SM1PnT_X4rI/AAAAAAAAADs/TxD1_GN-1aU/s72-c/0913080956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-4656783965132259620</id><published>2008-09-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:40:17.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMveq42VhlI/AAAAAAAAADc/O7qQBry3tV0/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245531019399235154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMveq42VhlI/AAAAAAAAADc/O7qQBry3tV0/s320/Sunset.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behoove:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be necessary or proper for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our teachers at school use this word ALL the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; " It may behoove you to know this for the test."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; It is such an annoying word to us that I had to use it today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!! We thought at first this was a made up word by one of the really weird teachers... but NO it really is a word. So keeping with the theme of finding old fashioned words that are still used today... it may behoove you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brush up&lt;/span&gt; on old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. You never know what word I may come up with next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-4656783965132259620?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4656783965132259620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=4656783965132259620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4656783965132259620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/4656783965132259620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-of-day-behoove-to-be-necessary-or.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMveq42VhlI/AAAAAAAAADc/O7qQBry3tV0/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-3283195581625651569</id><published>2008-09-12T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:48:53.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMo6hZAoHgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kizETt0VuJM/s1600-h/m_a337e949e430c54f3379feabf608934f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245069061349973506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMo6hZAoHgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kizETt0VuJM/s320/m_a337e949e430c54f3379feabf608934f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IN HONOR OF MY FATHER March 4, 1937- Sept. 12,2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--"Legacy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Definition--something handed on or left unfinished by those who came before, or money or property handed down by will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your legacy? What will you leave for those who come after you? These are questions most of us ponder at some point in life. Whether we choose to define it as the money we accumulate or the deeds we do or the people we influence, it is rather tied with how we view the meaning of life. In life, there is a similar triangle--astound, serve, and provoke. Is your goal in life to perform great deeds like Mother Teresa, or to be provocative like Howard Stern? Undoubtedly, we all desire some element of each in different proportions, and most favor one over the others. That makeup defines the nature of our legacy and what we strive to accomplish in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-3283195581625651569?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3283195581625651569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=3283195581625651569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3283195581625651569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/3283195581625651569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-honor-of-my-father-march-4-1937-sept.html' title=''/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMo6hZAoHgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kizETt0VuJM/s72-c/m_a337e949e430c54f3379feabf608934f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-7176501490733309523</id><published>2008-09-11T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:18:32.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning Of A Flag Draped Coffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl77e37K0I/AAAAAAAAACo/6k5rkdL_f9w/s1600-h/untitled13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244859502879779650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl77e37K0I/AAAAAAAAACo/6k5rkdL_f9w/s200/untitled13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Americans should be given this lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who think that America is an arrogant nation should really reconsider that thought. Our founding fathers used GOD's word and teachings to establish our Great Nation and I think it's high time Americans get re-educated about this Nation's history. Pass it along and be proud of the country we live in and even more proud of those who serve to protect our 'GOD GIVEN' rights and freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you take the time to read this..... To understand what the flag-draped coffin really means. Here is how to understand the flag that laid upon it and is surrendered to so many widows and widowers.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that at military funerals, the 21-gun salute stands for the sum of the numbers in the year 1776?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed the honor guard pays meticulous attention to correctly folding the United States of America flag 13 times? You probably thought it was to symbolize the original 13 colonies, but we learn something new every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858406220589858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl67pf_6yI/AAAAAAAAABY/k20RruFC-q4/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 1st fold of the flag is a symbol of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858406977071058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl67sUW59I/AAAAAAAAABg/-7SGgQW1OWo/s200/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2nd fold is a symbol of the belief in eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858411961807762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl67-4z85I/AAAAAAAAABo/UoE6GE1-W_g/s200/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing the ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of the country to attain peace throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858411885511138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl67-mnweI/AAAAAAAAABw/0Iyrj_xt1D4/s200/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th fold represents the weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858419642709202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl68bgFNNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NBkXkVopuME/s200/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 5th fold is a tribute to the country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, 'Our Country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7WI62gsI/AAAAAAAAACA/xsCTFAr7hVI/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858861331317442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7WI62gsI/AAAAAAAAACA/xsCTFAr7hVI/s200/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 6th fold is for where people's hearts lie. It is with their heart that they pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America , and the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7WZrqF9I/AAAAAAAAACI/QAGqXzt0KWU/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858865830991826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7WZrqF9I/AAAAAAAAACI/QAGqXzt0KWU/s200/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 7th fold is a tribute to its Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that they protect their country and their flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of their republic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7WQVJ3MI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U5UBVUvVY_o/s1600-h/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858863320685762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7WQVJ3MI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U5UBVUvVY_o/s200/untitled9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 8th fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7Wn6mo0I/AAAAAAAAACY/rg80ehIDMoc/s1600-h/untitled10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858869651776322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7Wn6mo0I/AAAAAAAAACY/rg80ehIDMoc/s200/untitled10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 10th fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of their country since they were first born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the Christians eyes, God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7W3kjEvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Yj7CXeE0MKI/s1600-h/untitled12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244858873854235378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl7W3kjEvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Yj7CXeE0MKI/s200/untitled12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 13th fold, or when the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost reminding them of their nations motto, 'In God We Trust.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the Sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for them the rights, privileges and freedoms they enjoy today. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl77ReTY8I/AAAAAAAAACw/pN7yau1qVGo/s1600-h/untitled14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244859499282654146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl77ReTY8I/AAAAAAAAACw/pN7yau1qVGo/s200/untitled14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some traditions and ways of doing things that have deep meaning. In the future, you'll see flags folded and now you will know why.Share this with the children you love and all others who love what is referred to, the symbol of ' Liberty and Freedom.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE THE SUPREME COURT SHOULD READ THIS EXPLANATION BEFORE THEY RENDER THEIR DECISION ON THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE. FORWARD IT; MAYBE SOMEONE WITH THE NECESSARY POWER, OR POLITICAL AND FINANCIAL INFLUENCE, WILL GET IT TO THEM.IN THE MEANTIME, MAY GOD PROTECT US ALWAYS. &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/7289166241497945814-7176501490733309523?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7176501490733309523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=7176501490733309523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7176501490733309523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/7176501490733309523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/meaning-of-flag-draped-coffin.html' title='The Meaning Of A Flag Draped Coffin'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/SMl77e37K0I/AAAAAAAAACo/6k5rkdL_f9w/s72-c/untitled13.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289166241497945814.post-2122366302647983781</id><published>2008-09-11T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:17:50.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Blog</title><content type='html'>9/11/08&lt;br /&gt;WORD OF THE DAY: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOMAGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hom&lt;/span&gt;·age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special honor or respect shown or expressed publicly. See &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/honor"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; we all need to show our respect for those who give their lives everyday for our Freedom. There are many people out that have little respect for anything these days. But one thing EVERYONE agrees on s that on 9/11 something changed the way Americans felt. People for the most part DO watch out for their neighbors more now than before. They are MORE likely to lend a Helping Hand to those in need. Most of all... One day a year EVERYONE shows respect to those lost and those giving their lives to make and KEEP us safe.&lt;br /&gt;May God keep his hand on our troops and protect them until their safe return to US soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when speaking with my sister S today that she; who is older than me; did not know this word. So in HONOR of my sister... I have come up with this section for &lt;em&gt;WORD OF&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;THE DAY. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289166241497945814-2122366302647983781?l=mamagreenof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2122366302647983781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289166241497945814&amp;postID=2122366302647983781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2122366302647983781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289166241497945814/posts/default/2122366302647983781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamagreenof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-1st-blog.html' title='My 1st Blog'/><author><name>A New Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960210983679719024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ne1gLOFAU/TQvFOMhiBhI/AAAAAAAAALs/5aRB72tL2_g/S220/1216091341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
