<?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-141117832501972738</id><updated>2011-11-27T08:09:17.685-06:00</updated><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Mercer Arboretum'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Just My Expressions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1040828523493273342</id><published>2011-06-09T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:00:01.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Jennifer's Boys:Easter Festival: Spring, TX</title><content type='html'>Jennifer has two incredibly adorable little boys.&amp;nbsp; I followed them around at a local church Easter festival and captured these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWrefOF4-Uk/Te7vALcQ5qI/AAAAAAAADLU/LNR-o76sFRo/s1600/DSC_0004crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWrefOF4-Uk/Te7vALcQ5qI/AAAAAAAADLU/LNR-o76sFRo/s320/DSC_0004crop.jpg" t8="true" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOgwIUTv168/Te7vDD34YII/AAAAAAAADLY/1RN0w4hxS54/s1600/DSC_0012crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOgwIUTv168/Te7vDD34YII/AAAAAAAADLY/1RN0w4hxS54/s320/DSC_0012crop.jpg" t8="true" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIUz4MwIIpo/Te7vpCHJ_sI/AAAAAAAADLo/FJ076bDL8ws/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1040828523493273342?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1040828523493273342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1040828523493273342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1040828523493273342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1040828523493273342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/06/jennifers-boyseaster-festival-spring-tx.html' title='Jennifer&apos;s Boys:Easter Festival: Spring, TX'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWrefOF4-Uk/Te7vALcQ5qI/AAAAAAAADLU/LNR-o76sFRo/s72-c/DSC_0004crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1806737342374132430</id><published>2011-06-08T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:00:00.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Kai &amp; Gareth's Wedding: Heather's Glen: Conroe, TX</title><content type='html'>I am sure you will remember this couple.&amp;nbsp; Kai &amp;amp; Gareth.&amp;nbsp; Attending their wedding was so sweet and enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; No brides maids, no groomsmen.&amp;nbsp; It was all about the bride and groom and I loved it!&amp;nbsp; It was a no stress, no worry, peaceful time.&amp;nbsp; I hope I did it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HMo0VwRhQ-E/Te7rVcs_bgI/AAAAAAAADK8/QvDSztwlhUs/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HMo0VwRhQ-E/Te7rVcs_bgI/AAAAAAAADK8/QvDSztwlhUs/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy-APIkLXcU/Te7rhjZLRuI/AAAAAAAADLE/zAmzVjeTDNk/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rTJRz4EFTY/Te7tPdrjs7I/AAAAAAAADLQ/MUr2dJlzyzU/s1600/DSC_0717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rTJRz4EFTY/Te7tPdrjs7I/AAAAAAAADLQ/MUr2dJlzyzU/s320/DSC_0717.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1806737342374132430?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1806737342374132430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1806737342374132430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1806737342374132430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1806737342374132430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/06/kai-gareths-wedding-heathers-glen.html' title='Kai &amp; Gareth&apos;s Wedding: Heather&apos;s Glen: Conroe, TX'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HMo0VwRhQ-E/Te7rVcs_bgI/AAAAAAAADK8/QvDSztwlhUs/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7754970105822844171</id><published>2011-06-07T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:19:10.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Derrick's Birthday</title><content type='html'>It's time to catch up on my projects.&amp;nbsp; But, first, I must pay a belated homage to my fun (and sometimes sweet) son, Officer Derrick Salim Jaradi.&amp;nbsp; He turned 23 on April 15th and I still can't believe it!&amp;nbsp; Here are few highlights from an impromptu get together for his special day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayden :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_Su6LV3itc/Te7ozpjhQAI/AAAAAAAADKk/zTaL7S2SDW0/s1600/DSC_0086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_Su6LV3itc/Te7ozpjhQAI/AAAAAAAADKk/zTaL7S2SDW0/s320/DSC_0086.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Watching the water boil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aQnwB8KfXI/Te7pQVaDg9I/AAAAAAAADK0/e3uKtS6OV9U/s1600/DSC_0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aQnwB8KfXI/Te7pQVaDg9I/AAAAAAAADK0/e3uKtS6OV9U/s320/DSC_0110.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cleaning the crawfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swJ9W47-gQU/Te7pgLRLQjI/AAAAAAAADK4/4vBu0LmoCmM/s1600/DSC_0144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swJ9W47-gQU/Te7pgLRLQjI/AAAAAAAADK4/4vBu0LmoCmM/s320/DSC_0144.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, eating the crawfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pzRtCiMF_Q/Te7pMijocUI/AAAAAAAADKw/nngO5G5NQvQ/s1600/DSC_0147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pzRtCiMF_Q/Te7pMijocUI/AAAAAAAADKw/nngO5G5NQvQ/s320/DSC_0147.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7754970105822844171?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7754970105822844171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7754970105822844171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7754970105822844171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7754970105822844171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/06/derricks-birthday.html' title='Derrick&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_Su6LV3itc/Te7ozpjhQAI/AAAAAAAADKk/zTaL7S2SDW0/s72-c/DSC_0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5104887382666206808</id><published>2011-03-20T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:07:42.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>New Baby Alexander: Woodlands Memorial Hospital: March 18, 2011</title><content type='html'>My favorite family has grown!&amp;nbsp; On Friday, March 18, 2011, they welcomed this little bundle of joy (with hair):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2iBjHwYxrGE/TYbO_eRjAaI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/Hor29WtuBlQ/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2iBjHwYxrGE/TYbO_eRjAaI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/Hor29WtuBlQ/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IIzQq8xDKZQ/TYbPOoVLjcI/AAAAAAAAC-U/5qmqP58RXj4/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IIzQq8xDKZQ/TYbPOoVLjcI/AAAAAAAAC-U/5qmqP58RXj4/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nk0-Oy10gZY/TYbRH12AWHI/AAAAAAAAC-o/KoG8OAFMdJw/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5104887382666206808?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5104887382666206808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5104887382666206808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5104887382666206808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5104887382666206808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-baby-alexander-woodlands-memorial.html' title='New Baby Alexander: Woodlands Memorial Hospital: March 18, 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2iBjHwYxrGE/TYbO_eRjAaI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/Hor29WtuBlQ/s72-c/DSC_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5263982471597490239</id><published>2011-03-20T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:07:07.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>Shayla &amp; Evelyn: Mercer Arboretum: March 18, 2011</title><content type='html'>Love is fun to be around.&amp;nbsp; Shayla &amp;amp; Evelyn's love was fun to photograph.&amp;nbsp; I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with this couple and am honored that they allowed me to photograph their moments together.&amp;nbsp; Watching them smile at one another..you can't help but smile along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r_GQ_FTQck4/TYbKLbqWsuI/AAAAAAAAC9o/TKBKjwBT4hk/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r_GQ_FTQck4/TYbKLbqWsuI/AAAAAAAAC9o/TKBKjwBT4hk/s320/DSC_0321.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bPPP2TX-_kY/TYbKqvZ4QqI/AAAAAAAAC9w/XwtxuGh5rFg/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Evelyn: Mercer Arboretum: March 18, 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-r_GQ_FTQck4/TYbKLbqWsuI/AAAAAAAAC9o/TKBKjwBT4hk/s72-c/DSC_0321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5262304993409176746</id><published>2011-02-28T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:28:10.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gareth &amp; Kai: The Woodlands Waterway: February 27, 2011</title><content type='html'>Kai and I worked together for several years.&amp;nbsp; A sweet lady with a little sass.&amp;nbsp; The one thing that I have always cherished in our relationship is honesty.&amp;nbsp; We've always been honest with one another.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Kai and her fiancee, Gareth, gave me the opportunity to photograph them.&amp;nbsp; What a nice opportunity it was!&amp;nbsp; You could feel and see the love between them.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed watching them interact.&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoy sharing in their happiness, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vmM708elLSc/TWxmuBTmdFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/71ghh5nTLoU/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vmM708elLSc/TWxmuBTmdFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/71ghh5nTLoU/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kDAeUkC4RUc/TWxnFA3ObMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aa7aqhtVRrI/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Kai: The Woodlands Waterway: February 27, 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vmM708elLSc/TWxmuBTmdFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/71ghh5nTLoU/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-3918031145867603500</id><published>2011-02-18T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:07:37.937-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>He's Been Sleeping Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Most of the below photos were taken with my old camera.&amp;nbsp; Please don't judge them.&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my pictures this morning for no real reason...just browsing...only to realize that there seems to be a trend in my household.&amp;nbsp; My husband has&amp;nbsp;been sleeping with another female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Vxx0V721A/TV6J-yYDhgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7gRAIDKuly4/s1600/100_1247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Vxx0V721A/TV6J-yYDhgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7gRAIDKuly4/s320/100_1247.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTtr_SxzIWA/TV6KE40JSpI/AAAAAAAAAh0/jlyeJpvh2LY/s1600/100_2064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-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/141117832501972738-3918031145867603500?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3918031145867603500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=3918031145867603500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3918031145867603500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3918031145867603500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-been-sleeping-around.html' title='He&apos;s Been Sleeping Around'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Vxx0V721A/TV6J-yYDhgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7gRAIDKuly4/s72-c/100_1247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1461026685790070856</id><published>2011-02-16T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:00:00.219-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>Alexander Birthdays: 7 Acre Woods: January 29, 2011</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite families...as said in a previous post, I just adore the Alexander Family.&amp;nbsp; The children celebrated their birthdays together this year at a very whimsical park - 7 Acre Woods.&amp;nbsp; Such a magical place for a 5 and 3 year old!&amp;nbsp; A petting zoo, zip line, playground, putt-putt golf course, and many other fun things to do.&amp;nbsp; For me, it was being given the opportunity to once again capture/ the innonence, fun spirit&amp;nbsp;and beauty of these two kiddos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1cJRz5cnig/TVgFbN_GiqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xcEORRp4uzc/s1600/TTBday5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1cJRz5cnig/TVgFbN_GiqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xcEORRp4uzc/s320/TTBday5.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49-3ZTlV700/TVgFmxCMhRI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NaVaAFY1OCk/s1600/TTBday1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK... so this isn't an Alexander Kiddo but he did smile for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OASVAL4ZvC4/TVgGhsPNMgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/y1TFtsBFQlg/s1600/TTbday2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OASVAL4ZvC4/TVgGhsPNMgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/y1TFtsBFQlg/s320/TTbday2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1461026685790070856?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1461026685790070856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1461026685790070856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1461026685790070856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1461026685790070856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/alexander-birthdays-7-acre-woods.html' title='Alexander Birthdays: 7 Acre Woods: January 29, 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1cJRz5cnig/TVgFbN_GiqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xcEORRp4uzc/s72-c/TTBday5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8000342066303258500</id><published>2011-02-14T07:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:00:32.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zv5FLOQvD-s/TVgIwRA1r3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eLp6uauVJDs/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zv5FLOQvD-s/TVgIwRA1r3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eLp6uauVJDs/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/141117832501972738-8000342066303258500?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8000342066303258500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=8000342066303258500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8000342066303258500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8000342066303258500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zv5FLOQvD-s/TVgIwRA1r3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/eLp6uauVJDs/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8050067164358485969</id><published>2011-02-13T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:07:31.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day: Northshore Park: February 13, 2011</title><content type='html'>The weather was absolutely gorgeous today.&amp;nbsp; So beautiful that I just had to take pictures of Ayden and his mommy.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Daddy had to work.&amp;nbsp; :-(&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaymi, her mom, her little sister and Ayden met me at Northshore Park.&amp;nbsp; What started out as a mommy and baby picture day turned into a&amp;nbsp; family picture day.&amp;nbsp; Within about 5 mins of arriving, Ayden's grandpa (my son's dad), his wife, and his little girl showed up.&amp;nbsp; Here are some of my favorites from the day.&amp;nbsp; I loved taking every one of them..and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAbwJwxZ-Kw/TVipQDsZvzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/m_BY4cEqSkA/s1600/DSC_0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAbwJwxZ-Kw/TVipQDsZvzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/m_BY4cEqSkA/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYMV4S3TyAI/TVipgdpe69I/AAAAAAAAAhg/jv4jhQ44onM/s1600/DSC_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYMV4S3TyAI/TVipgdpe69I/AAAAAAAAAhg/jv4jhQ44onM/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxOEoOWDv9U/TVipzASI0rI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rYv1HeEMC5k/s1600/DSC_0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pxOEoOWDv9U/TVipzASI0rI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rYv1HeEMC5k/s320/DSC_0473.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8MxYqt7zCo/TViqKgFN8WI/AAAAAAAAAho/DQj4sJ_p0M4/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8MxYqt7zCo/TViqKgFN8WI/AAAAAAAAAho/DQj4sJ_p0M4/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37n-H84lifk/TViqYzGKUCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/MqTZxdsjse8/s1600/DSC_0545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37n-H84lifk/TViqYzGKUCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/MqTZxdsjse8/s320/DSC_0545.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-8050067164358485969?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8050067164358485969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8050067164358485969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/family-day-northshore-park-february-13.html' title='Family Day: Northshore Park: February 13, 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAbwJwxZ-Kw/TVipQDsZvzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/m_BY4cEqSkA/s72-c/DSC_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-2888928632094851442</id><published>2011-02-12T21:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:49:12.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>Happy Baby: February 12, 2011</title><content type='html'>And the smiles begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H185MQwMeC4/TVdTxxOlfmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/k50Ehvi_WcY/s1600/CSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H185MQwMeC4/TVdTxxOlfmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/k50Ehvi_WcY/s320/CSC_0032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46l9fy9XxM4/TVdT-sfjMSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6xtJbjYMbgw/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46l9fy9XxM4/TVdT-sfjMSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6xtJbjYMbgw/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_m0-mqm0D0/TVdULSzkDzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wuzVXaHr1O0/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_m0-mqm0D0/TVdULSzkDzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wuzVXaHr1O0/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-2888928632094851442?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2888928632094851442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2888928632094851442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-baby-february-12-2011.html' title='Happy Baby: February 12, 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H185MQwMeC4/TVdTxxOlfmI/AAAAAAAAAgw/k50Ehvi_WcY/s72-c/CSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5780351986228032219</id><published>2011-02-04T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:03:37.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>A New Kind of Love: January 2011</title><content type='html'>A new place in my heart has been blown wide open with the birth of this guy...my grandson.&amp;nbsp; A precious gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUygsM1_5oI/AAAAAAAAAgg/R1jkcXtPsFY/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUygsM1_5oI/AAAAAAAAAgg/R1jkcXtPsFY/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUyg9xw_DcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/97Czp090Boc/s1600/CSC_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUyg9xw_DcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/97Czp090Boc/s320/CSC_0060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUyhRHe9R0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/c-jsOyZRcfo/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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This photo shoot was done in order to help her take steps toward realizing exactly that.&amp;nbsp; What an inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A semi-shy girl with a sweet spirit.&amp;nbsp; Morgyn is so beautiful that it was really hard to choose only 3 favorites.&amp;nbsp; These pictures were&amp;nbsp;chosen more for the lighting and the way that they compliment this precious girl's features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUYvsyg8VoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Oca3lFRCDGw/s1600/Morgyn+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUYvsyg8VoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Oca3lFRCDGw/s320/Morgyn+1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUYwBhisOVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IVn4YQgjXJQ/s1600/Morgyn+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUYwBhisOVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IVn4YQgjXJQ/s320/Morgyn+2.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUYwUWkYJtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pY4N9enDo28/s1600/Morgyn+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUYwUWkYJtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pY4N9enDo28/s320/Morgyn+3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/141117832501972738-372460807776254017?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/372460807776254017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=372460807776254017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/372460807776254017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/372460807776254017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/01/morgyn-b-mercer-arboretum-january-22.html' title='Morgyn B: Mercer Arboretum: January 22, 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUYvsyg8VoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Oca3lFRCDGw/s72-c/Morgyn+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4613528166427266530</id><published>2011-01-30T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:32:01.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mercer Arboretum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Alexander Family: Mercer Arboretum: January 8th, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Alexander Family have become some of my dearest friends.&amp;nbsp; Tommie (the mom) and I worked together years ago.&amp;nbsp; We bonded right away and have seen each other through some crazy times but now have the opportunity to watch each other grow in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They allowed me the honor of taking their family photographs this year.&amp;nbsp; As you can tell, Tommie will be bringing another lovely child into this world.&amp;nbsp; She expressed a desire to not only create some memories of her beautiful pregnant body but to share these moments as a family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Below are 5 of my favorite moments.&amp;nbsp; Each one chosen not because of some technical quality of the photo but because of the joy, love, and tenderness&amp;nbsp;depicted in each shot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Their energy is infectious. I loved spending time with them and loved sharing these moments with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWxyFqW-yI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o8WpyWkD1og/s320/Alexanders+Maternity+1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWxOMmqlwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mgM-DIT51e4/s1600/Alexanders+Maternity+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWxOMmqlwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mgM-DIT51e4/s320/Alexanders+Maternity+3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWw6C0YScI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hEHPfOssAKA/s1600/Alexanders+Maternity+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWw6C0YScI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hEHPfOssAKA/s320/Alexanders+Maternity+4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWxmKCNTaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/KcefoFDkrYc/s1600/Alexanders+Maternity+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWxmKCNTaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/KcefoFDkrYc/s320/Alexanders+Maternity+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWwtFU2RgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KaVYf4kFaE0/s1600/Alexanders+Maternity+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWwtFU2RgI/AAAAAAAAAfw/KaVYf4kFaE0/s320/Alexanders+Maternity+5.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4613528166427266530?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4613528166427266530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4613528166427266530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4613528166427266530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4613528166427266530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/01/alexander-family-mercer-arboretum.html' title='The Alexander Family: Mercer Arboretum: January 8th, 2011'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TUWxyFqW-yI/AAAAAAAAAgA/o8WpyWkD1og/s72-c/Alexanders+Maternity+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1360110772590895411</id><published>2011-01-15T11:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:19:45.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayden Birth Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"&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/141117832501972738-1360110772590895411?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1360110772590895411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1360110772590895411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2011/01/ayden-birth-announcement.html' title='Ayden Birth Announcement'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6753379731570189682</id><published>2010-07-26T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:08:52.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora Retrospection</title><content type='html'>So, I'm listening to &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt; today at work.  I have about 15 stations saved.  I typically change them throughout the day in order to provide a little "spice" to my very bland cube.  Anyway, listening to the "Conway Twitty" station right now... yes, I did say Conway Twitty......stop...... stop snickering!  Lo and behold, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn481KcjvMo"&gt;"The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers &lt;/a&gt;comes on.  I just about fell out of my chair laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 11 or 12 years old, my mom and stepdad would take me to the country (Palacios, TX) on many weekends.  It was a 3 plus hour drive.  I would ride in the back of my stepdad's pick up truck and listen to music.  The Gambler was one of my favorites!!!!!  I used to sing it at the top of my lungs (cause you can do that in the back of a pickup on the highway...no one hears you.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun it was to hear a song that I haven't heard years!  It was even funner to think about a fun time when life was carefree and simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6753379731570189682?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6753379731570189682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6753379731570189682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2010/07/pandora-retrospection.html' title='Pandora Retrospection'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-9142690100786579425</id><published>2010-07-08T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:10:15.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Yahoo today.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warren Buffet reveals "best advice":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s the best advice &lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink0" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_upshot/20100708/bs_yblog_upshot/buffett-recounts-the-best-advice-hes-ever-received#" target="undefined"&gt;Warren Buffett&lt;/a&gt; has ever received? You might be surprised: It has nothing to do with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an exclusive interview with Yahoo! News and &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/yblog_upshot/bs_yblog_upshot/storytext/buffett-recounts-the-best-advice-hes-ever-received/36826835/SIG=11012tl44/*http://www.huffingtonpost.com/"&gt;The Huffington Post&lt;/a&gt;, he credited his father for teaching him how to live, and explained that all parents can make a "better human being" by offering their children unconditional love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink1" style="BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #366388; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: dotted" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_upshot/20100708/bs_yblog_upshot/buffett-recounts-the-best-advice-hes-ever-received#" target="undefined"&gt;&lt;em&gt;power of unconditional love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. I mean, there is no power on earth like unconditional love. And I think that if you offered that to your child, I mean you’re 90 percent of the way home. There may be days when you don’t feel like it, it’s not uncritical love, that’s a different animal, but to know you can always come back, that is huge in life. That takes you a long, long way. And I would say that every parent out there that can extend that to their child at an early age, it’s going to make for a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink2" style="BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #366388; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: dotted" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_upshot/20100708/bs_yblog_upshot/buffett-recounts-the-best-advice-hes-ever-received#" target="undefined"&gt;&lt;em&gt;better human being&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So very true! My mom has provided us with unconditional love that is beyond measure. Now that I am older and have a young adult of my own, I truly understand how she has loved me through so many hard times, kept her mouth shut about relationships that she knew from the beginning would go south, and watched me make the wrong decisions but knew I had to learn my own lessons. She is my HERO in life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Mom, for always being there! I love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491552583920762226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TDXp-sX5vXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JjPayGwgozw/s320/momleisaandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-9142690100786579425?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/9142690100786579425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=9142690100786579425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/9142690100786579425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/9142690100786579425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2010/07/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/TDXp-sX5vXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JjPayGwgozw/s72-c/momleisaandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4503165702303163645</id><published>2010-06-17T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:41:24.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Want Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just some things that I have been wanting.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A really nice &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that will help me to take even cooler pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple iPad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To take a &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;girl's trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where we would &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;do whatever we felt like doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cool new &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dishwasher&lt;/span&gt;... YES I did say a dishwasher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4503165702303163645?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4503165702303163645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4503165702303163645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4503165702303163645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4503165702303163645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-want-someday.html' title='Things I Want Someday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-945455209081475880</id><published>2010-04-29T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:15:41.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted something on my blog. (Wonder if anyone will even notice...lol). I just haven't been in a blogging mood. The thoughts that have been swirling around in my head either haven't been blog worthy or weren't something I would share in a blog..ooo that's inticing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even really have anything to blog about tonight. Just here to say Hello Blog.. missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-945455209081475880?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/945455209081475880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=945455209081475880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/945455209081475880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/945455209081475880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1171789836802359796</id><published>2009-09-11T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:35:17.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Working On It</title><content type='html'>Still working on getting preg-ola... in the meantime, aren't these the sweetest??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32795587/ns/today-parenting_and_family/displaymode/1247/?beginSlide=1"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32795587/ns/today-parenting_and_family/displaymode/1247/?beginSlide=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1171789836802359796?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1171789836802359796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1171789836802359796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1171789836802359796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1171789836802359796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-working-on-it.html' title='Still Working On It'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7200300400656439310</id><published>2009-08-17T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:20:59.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Smoking Habit</title><content type='html'>Recently, I read a book by &lt;a href="http://nicsheff.com/"&gt;Nic Sheff titled "Tweak".  &lt;/a&gt;Nic wrote a very raw account of his battle with meth and heroine addiction.  I had read his father's book, "Beautiful Boy" which lead me to want to read Nic's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to realize that smoking follows the same addictive patterns of drug addiction.  Granted, I don't steal from my family or others to support my habit.  But, the parallels are uncanny...In my heart, I want to quit - just like a drug addict.  I know that it's bad for my body - just like a drug addict.  I have attempted on my occasions to quit - just like a drug addict.  But, I just can't quit - just like a drug addict!  And, just like drug addiction, I have to hit my nicotine "bottom" before I will truly quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I write this because I want those who love me and those who have pleaded with me to quit that I WANT TO.  I seriously do!  But, I also want you all to know that after smoking cigarettes for about 20 years, it's F-ING HARD!!!  I have tried the patch, the gum, pills, snacking on every vegetable I can tolerate, cold turkey.. you name it, I have just about tried it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am seriously considering hyposis or acupunture.  I am just concerned that if I don't just decide to stop smoking then nothing will work.  I don't know what to do or say.  I am not proud of being a smoker.  I do want to quit.  My smoking habit - Someday I WILL conquer it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7200300400656439310?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7200300400656439310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7200300400656439310' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7200300400656439310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7200300400656439310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-smoking-habit.html' title='My Smoking Habit'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-2939126670243045958</id><published>2009-08-15T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:25:39.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artistic Bellies</title><content type='html'>I want to do this!  &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momversation.com/blog/latest-trend-painted-pregnant-bellies"&gt;Painted Pregnancy Bellies&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL - I will end up looking like the first girl getting painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I meant to post the link yesterday to the birthing center that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nativiti.com/VirtualTour/VtourLead.htm"&gt;Nativiti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-2939126670243045958?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2939126670243045958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=2939126670243045958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2939126670243045958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2939126670243045958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/08/ppb.html' title='Artistic Bellies'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-2963062560557621180</id><published>2009-08-14T20:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:25:20.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Appointment - Follow Up</title><content type='html'>My "girl appointment" had no major highlights. It was basically a typical well woman type appointment only more comfortable and not so rushed. Instead of seeing my to-be midwife, I was seen by her intern. Very sweet young lady. So cute with her tight curly hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I talked for about 30mins about various pregnancy stuff and then she did the exam. She did tell me that she couldn't find my right ovary but no big deal. Since, I am still menstruating on a regular basis then I probably ovulate primarily from my left ovary. Of course, she tried to get me to commit to a stop smoking date and method to stop but.. sigh...I'll get there. Lastly, she mentioned that my weight could play a factor in my chances of conceiving. She encouraged me to focus on my eating habits right now instead of the actual conception of our cute litte baby boy (wink, wink). Ugh! This getting pregnant stuff is hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of eating, Kelley and I eat a good 'ol very fattening southern breakfast each weekend.. bacon, eggs, toast...When I'm cooking, this is what I typically see...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370009962605905106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SoYbnAVvBNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Rr7J8NPI_EY/s320/100_1786.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my stove on the right. And they are just certain that I have a package of bacon reserved for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, how cute are these faces? Look at that handsome "kid" in the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370009977109762866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SoYbn2XuUzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/-IzcuLvR4PE/s320/100_1787.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-2963062560557621180?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2963062560557621180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=2963062560557621180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2963062560557621180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2963062560557621180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-appointment-follow-up.html' title='Girl Appointment - Follow Up'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SoYbnAVvBNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Rr7J8NPI_EY/s72-c/100_1786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5069912755290119869</id><published>2009-08-06T19:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:08:38.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Appointment</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, I have my "girl appointment" at the birthing center.  I have never..let me repeat NEVER.. been excited about the womanly annual exam before.  But, this time, I am actually having my appointment with my midwife... EEEKKK... yes!  My midwife!  And, I am incredibly excited!  I feel like it's the beginning of a beautiful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit that I have a little devil on my shoulder who keeps telling me that I might not get pregnant.  But, I have an even bigger feeling in my soul that tells me I will and it will be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how incredible it is to actually be able to blog about this.  I have truly wanted another child for many years.  I never wanted my son to grow up as an only child.  But, I just never had the right partner in my life.  I didn't want any more children from his father because I just knew we weren't going to make it for the long haul.  And...well.. I'll spare you the rest of my crazy man journey.  But, now, I have THAT man in my life.  The one that I want to pro-create with..the one who I know will be an incredible father.  I am so thankful to have this opportunity, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I daydream about our baby.  I daydream about raising our child.  Emotions fill my soul and I pray.. Oh Lord how I pray that God will truly grant me this gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5069912755290119869?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5069912755290119869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5069912755290119869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5069912755290119869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5069912755290119869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-appointment.html' title='Girl Appointment'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6326070630735730927</id><published>2009-08-05T11:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:28:25.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat's Out of the Bag</title><content type='html'>Or, someday soon, the bun will be in the oven??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 42, my husband of 34 and I have decided to have a BABY!!!  I am so excited and pretty darn obsessed about the whole idea.  We have finally told almost everyone in the family and no longer have to keep it under the table.  No..I'm not pregnant yet but hope to be any month now.  If we could just get this whole ovulation thing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to shout to the world..... WE ARE TRYING!  WE ARE TRYING!   Can't wait for the post to annouce the conception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6326070630735730927?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6326070630735730927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6326070630735730927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6326070630735730927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6326070630735730927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/08/cats-out-of-bag.html' title='The Cat&apos;s Out of the Bag'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8509633800647166441</id><published>2009-08-04T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:07:01.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorty Got Low, Low, Low....</title><content type='html'>I was just telling my mom the other day that I think we aren't or weren't really in a recession.  I honestly think the media has created this so-called "Recession".  I didn't really feel impacted by it until recently.  Kelley and I have more credit cards than we need.  Several have balances and all were no where near the credit limits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 4 months, every single one of our credit card companies has lowered our credit limit to just above our balance amount!!!  This really ticks me off!  Not because I want to have a bunch of credit cards with high limits but because it completely messes with my credit score and then causes us to be at a higher risk of going over our limit.  Seriously, one company lowered are limit so close to our balance that it will only take one finance charge to tip the scale...then they have the right to increase our interest rate.  Such a market these companies have!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say DOWN WITH CREDIT CARDS!!!!!  Can't wait to finish paying these suckers off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-8509633800647166441?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8509633800647166441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=8509633800647166441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8509633800647166441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8509633800647166441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/08/shorty-got-low-low-low.html' title='Shorty Got Low, Low, Low....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6303904644600440617</id><published>2009-08-01T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:05:05.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pocket Full-O Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SnRJ6SM2KXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2RjH52AljvA/s1600-h/100_1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364994321772063090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SnRJ6SM2KXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2RjH52AljvA/s320/100_1785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece, Kayla, gave me this bank a couple of years ago.  Or, she may have given it to Mema and then Mema passed it on to me..who knows?  Anyway, I have the bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had saved some change in it and then dumped it for some unknown event or occasion.  Last year, Kelley and I began putting our pocket change in it.  Our intention was to fill it to the rim, see how much we had, and then decide what to do with the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently decided to take advantage of a trip to China next March that my company is offering at a discount.  Well, on my bus ride home yesterday, I had this bright idea.  Instead of letting the change sit in the bottle earning no interest, why not put the money in savings and let it at least earn a few dollars in interest.  I know, I know.. with today's interest rates, we're really not missing much.  Either way, I was interested to see how much we had saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home, I promptly dumped the bottle to retrieve the dollar bills that had accrued.  (Yep.. we threw in a few dollar bills here and there.)  I was so excited to see that we had saved $39.00 in bills.  Wow!  That's $3 a month!  So, then, Kelley and I head off to the nearest Kroger to find one of those coin machine thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to announce that we actually had $225 in coins in the bottle!!!  And it wasn't even half full!!!  We are so excited that we have made an even bigger committment to save our change.  Who knows?  Maybe next year we'll double our money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6303904644600440617?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6303904644600440617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6303904644600440617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6303904644600440617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6303904644600440617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/08/pocket-full-o-change.html' title='A Pocket Full-O Change'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SnRJ6SM2KXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2RjH52AljvA/s72-c/100_1785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7763490874644845743</id><published>2009-07-29T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:59:25.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That's Embarrassing...</title><content type='html'>I am walking from lunch to my building today.  I stop at a crosswalk.. wait for the signal and see someone that I worked with at my previous employer.  She say, "Hi.  How are you?"  I say, "Great!  How are you?"  Fine.. fine..  Then, I say, "Are you having a baby?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "No." and smiles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL EMBARRASSMENT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:-[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superemoticons.com/emoticons/embarrassed/download.php?file=016-[Embarrassed]-[SuperEmoticons.com].gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7763490874644845743?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7763490874644845743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7763490874644845743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7763490874644845743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7763490874644845743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-thats-embarrassing.html' title='Now That&apos;s Embarrassing...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4834337351350073482</id><published>2009-06-23T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:04:36.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love her so much! I don't know what I would do or ever would have done without her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350708739643431522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SkGJP9sGWmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KpyAEw9FkHI/s320/100_1709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4834337351350073482?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4834337351350073482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4834337351350073482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4834337351350073482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4834337351350073482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/06/her.html' title='Her!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SkGJP9sGWmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KpyAEw9FkHI/s72-c/100_1709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6480616913984136418</id><published>2009-06-20T05:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:54:08.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatherless Father's Days</title><content type='html'>Last night, I took my step-daughter shopping so that she could buy her dad a Father's Day gift.  I was standing off to the side while she sifted through the cards.  As I stood there, I was looking at the FD cards and began thinking thoughts that haven't crossed my mind in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder what it feels like to have a father?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you feel toward a father?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you feel the same feelings that you do for your mother?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder what it feels like to call someone "Daddy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man who undeservedly received the title of being my "father" passed away a few months ago.  While this may sound cruel, it was a non-event for me.  My father has never been in my life.  So, during a time when many women/girls would be devastated, sad, maybe even lost, I continued with my normal routine and gave his passing a moments worth of thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a time in my life when I longed to have a man to call daddy.  I longed for that male figure who would care about my well-being, teach me how to act in front of men, take me on daddy/daughter dates but those longings are "long" past.  I don't dwell on them any more.  I guess I finally just accepted what was fact, reality, fate.  However, this does not stop me from being passionate about the fact that every child deserves a father.  I still have sadness for all of the fatherless children in the world.  A mother and a father play 2 very important roles in a child's life.  God created balance.  He gave women and men different characteristics for a reason.  For a girl, a father provides strength, protection and his role is to teach her how to respect herself and how to interact with the opposite sex.  For a boy, a father still provides strength and protection but he is also the teacher, the role model, showing the boy how to become a man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a dream of mine for quite some time to do a documentary on fathers &amp;amp; fatherhood.  I have this fantasy that teaching men the importance of their role in their child's life will somehow fill that fatherless void in my heart.  Realistically speaking, I just thinks it's time.  It's time for awareness.  It's time for men to understand.  It's time for our children to have their fathers.  Our country would be in better shape for it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hear about our President taking time out of his incredibly intense schedule to attend his children's school functions, take them for ice cream, play a game...  This is the type of role modeling and example that we need in America.  I am thankful for this President!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With this said, I do wish all of the men in this country who participate in their children's life a very Happy Father's Day!  To those that don't.... isn't it about time??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6480616913984136418?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6480616913984136418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6480616913984136418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6480616913984136418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6480616913984136418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/06/fatherless-fathers-days.html' title='Fatherless Father&apos;s Days'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4022116817129974865</id><published>2009-06-18T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:16:25.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a scare!</title><content type='html'>I have run the gammet of emotions today.  My thoughts have run from "he's just fishing" to "the absolute worst".  Why? - you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few hours today, I thought my son was missing.  His girlfriend sent me a text at about 4pm saying that she was worried because he had left to go diving at 11am this morning and she couldn't get in touch with him. At first, I just figured he was fishing and didn't want to answer his phone or wasn't getting a signal.  But, after speaking with her and listening to her entire story, I began to worry.  My common sense told me not to worry but instincts told me that something was wrong.  He went diving by himself (which you aren't supposed to do). His phone was going straight to voicemail. He had been gone for almost 6 hours.  He hadn't eaten before he left.  And if you know my son, he can't go too long without eating.  But, what could we do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jaymi to call the coast guard or water police and see if they could do anything.  She did and they were very helpful.  She didn't know what kind of boat he has but with Kelley's help, we managed to get the registration number on the side of the boat.  And off the coast guard went to look for him.  From that point, it was about an hour and a half or two hours of worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coast guard finally called Jaymi only to tell her that he was OK but he was being towed back to land because his boat had taken on water.  Turns out that while he was diving, a very large boat passed by and caused his boat to capsize.  THANK GOD HE WASN'T IN IT!  His boat is ruined but he is FINE!  Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4022116817129974865?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4022116817129974865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4022116817129974865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4022116817129974865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4022116817129974865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-scare.html' title='What a scare!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6874827163568104552</id><published>2009-05-18T13:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:10:21.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Critically Ill Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Are you tired of looking at the penis pics?  I make jokes but I have a serious topic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I was catching up on my recorded Oprah shows.  I was sad to see that Dr. Oz is leaving Oprah to do his own show.  I enjoyed them two together.  While watching this episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/article/oprahshow/20090423-tows-best-dr-oz"&gt;Best of Dr. Oz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was touched by the story about the man who wrote "The Last Lecture."  I haven't read the book yet.  But, based on his incredible story, I plan to soon.  Watching him made me think... why is that people gain so much wisdom about life at a time when they are facing death?  Why is that when time is most precious to us, do we understand what's important?  His message is not completely new.  Many people have gone through a similar situation and imparted their wisdom unto others.  But, many of us still don't get it.  Or, we get it but can't seem to live it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This could easily transition into a discussion about the Bible and it's true meaning.  However, I shall stay away from that topic for now.  Bottom line:  We are all meant to love one another.  If we could all "get it", this life would be so much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6874827163568104552?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6874827163568104552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6874827163568104552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6874827163568104552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6874827163568104552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/critically-ill-wisdom.html' title='Critically Ill Wisdom'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8236159244695687030</id><published>2009-05-09T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:48:25.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Needed This</title><content type='html'>Went to a Passion Party at one of my girlfriend's house today. Had a great time! Needed some good 'ol girl bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Wine, Food, and Penis' -- LOL - in that order.... Fun, fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIBb1bu5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/vtQ55LhXDzI/s1600-h/100_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333959629411695506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIBb1bu5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/vtQ55LhXDzI/s320/100_1403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIBLNl4fI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PQcGJhe1QOE/s1600-h/100_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333959624949621234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIBLNl4fI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PQcGJhe1QOE/s320/100_1404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIAtyIxMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kabigxUePCY/s1600-h/100_1422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333959617049838786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIAtyIxMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kabigxUePCY/s320/100_1422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIAc7m4zI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JDuKn-zCMHk/s1600-h/100_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333959612526158642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIAc7m4zI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JDuKn-zCMHk/s320/100_1416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-8236159244695687030?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8236159244695687030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=8236159244695687030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8236159244695687030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8236159244695687030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-needed-this.html' title='I Needed This'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgYIBb1bu5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/vtQ55LhXDzI/s72-c/100_1403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1463324217155305107</id><published>2009-05-08T19:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:16:21.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.cnnbcvideo.com/?nid=G1fmohy10bYF3uJoakrdjjExMjE3NDg-&amp;amp;referred_by=15990339-XTdRqwx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt; Click here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!!!!! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY WEEKEND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1463324217155305107?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1463324217155305107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1463324217155305107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1463324217155305107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1463324217155305107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-mom.html' title='To My Mom'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-2661890202234082994</id><published>2009-05-07T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:06:37.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogger - My Husband</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I arrived home to find my handsome husband on the back porch "sans" his wife beater and shorts, iPod buds in his ears.  He says, "Come here and take my picture."  You have to know my husband.  He doesn't like having his picture taken much less in his wife beater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in his own words, here's the reason for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgOSQOuhG4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/KAap_xS_Qhc/s1600-h/100_1399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333267191265565570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgOSQOuhG4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/KAap_xS_Qhc/s320/100_1399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Babe, I want you to have a before picture of me.  And, I'll take another one in 4 - 6 months after getting into my workout routine.  I want to give you the best of me.  The person that I was ten years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's it folks!  I want to thank my guest blogger - Kelley. &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/141117832501972738-2661890202234082994?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2661890202234082994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=2661890202234082994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2661890202234082994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2661890202234082994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/guest-blogger-my-husband.html' title='Guest Blogger - My Husband'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SgOSQOuhG4I/AAAAAAAAAdg/KAap_xS_Qhc/s72-c/100_1399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-9095010145956083113</id><published>2009-05-02T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:01:28.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fido Fashions</title><content type='html'>Thanks, Mema!!!  We love our new fashions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxgI7iQqJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9xKlgudrPVs/s1600-h/100_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331241765436434578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxgI7iQqJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9xKlgudrPVs/s320/100_1398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxgIjPzKaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xDK-ehl17Hk/s1600-h/100_1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331241758916553122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxgIjPzKaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xDK-ehl17Hk/s320/100_1395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/141117832501972738-9095010145956083113?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/9095010145956083113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=9095010145956083113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/9095010145956083113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/9095010145956083113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/fido-fashions.html' title='Fido Fashions'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxgI7iQqJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/9xKlgudrPVs/s72-c/100_1398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5182287958342744374</id><published>2009-05-01T23:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:18:40.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Surprise!</title><content type='html'>You know, life can be so predictable for so long and then all of a sudden God will throw you a curve ball or better yet, a BIG surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my high school Facebook friends sent me an email this week and it went something like this, "Hey! Lara Curlin is my friend on Facebook. Check it out!" Well, I'll be damn! Lara Curlin was my best friend in high school. We were inseparable until she moved away. Then, we lived together for a couple of years after high school. We lost contact about 21 years ago. Our paths have crossed a couple of times over the past 20 years but we weren't good at keeping in touch. Life just kind of took us in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, here she is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxHrc-ujAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I0ECeb06uiQ/s1600-h/100_1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214870739061762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxHrc-ujAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I0ECeb06uiQ/s320/100_1374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great walk and talk on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxHrMlxJ9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/q4cTAmDM5iU/s1600-h/100_1382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214866339407826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxHrMlxJ9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/q4cTAmDM5iU/s320/100_1382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And laughed for hours!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxHq9OOjOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-KcsLxc8uBE/s1600-h/100_1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214862214139106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxHq9OOjOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/-KcsLxc8uBE/s320/100_1392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad to have her back in my life. &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/141117832501972738-5182287958342744374?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5182287958342744374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5182287958342744374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5182287958342744374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5182287958342744374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-surprise.html' title='God&apos;s Surprise!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfxHrc-ujAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I0ECeb06uiQ/s72-c/100_1374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6151466680318249758</id><published>2009-04-27T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:40:14.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Lake Spring, TX</title><content type='html'>We have had horrendous rain coming down today. It's been crazy!!! Almost feels like IKE all over again. Check out the new lake in my front yard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCI9W0HwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dh4HcAk_kPI/s1600-h/100_1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329519930716200706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCI9W0HwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dh4HcAk_kPI/s320/100_1372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCItYj_FI/AAAAAAAAAco/B9-aihjD-JQ/s1600-h/100_1369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329519926428564562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCItYj_FI/AAAAAAAAAco/B9-aihjD-JQ/s320/100_1369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCIRjd_dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/h22AB9Ev75A/s1600-h/100_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329519918958116306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCIRjd_dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/h22AB9Ev75A/s320/100_1370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCH2KB6eI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PdWSWJ3lCFA/s1600-h/100_1371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329519911603661282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCH2KB6eI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PdWSWJ3lCFA/s320/100_1371.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6151466680318249758?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6151466680318249758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6151466680318249758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6151466680318249758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6151466680318249758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-lake-spring-tx.html' title='Welcome to Lake Spring, TX'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfZCI9W0HwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dh4HcAk_kPI/s72-c/100_1372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4778846698233924093</id><published>2009-04-26T20:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:30:05.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Our Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfUNOFbyQkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ehcEWXQyO-Y/s1600-h/magazine2254253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329180269690896962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfUNOFbyQkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ehcEWXQyO-Y/s320/magazine2254253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfwuRcJ-4yM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfwuRcJ-4yM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 1st Year Anniversary, Kelley! I love you!&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/141117832501972738-4778846698233924093?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4778846698233924093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4778846698233924093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4778846698233924093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4778846698233924093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-our-anniversary.html' title='It&apos;s Our Anniversary'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfUNOFbyQkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ehcEWXQyO-Y/s72-c/magazine2254253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1123688290751355406</id><published>2009-04-24T19:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:05:04.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plantee, Plantee, Plant - A Pictorial</title><content type='html'>Last year, I planted some adorable flowers in our corner bed and back bed. I enjoyed those flowers for over 5 months. I enjoyed sitting outside and marveling at the work that I had done as well as the beautiful colors that sprang from the gardens. It was time to plant again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada!!! Here are the plants that I picked out:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6wAktFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7qn2w-pNo7s/s1600-h/100_1359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328426772057076818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6wAktFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7qn2w-pNo7s/s320/100_1359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom, do you see the Knockout Rose bush on the right? ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6qCxGKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/fRIOQ2mN2AA/s1600-h/100_1360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328426770455664802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6qCxGKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/fRIOQ2mN2AA/s320/100_1360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, look!! I even bought some vegetable plants. Green Bell Peppers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6WLIjxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vGfg_m-HTNs/s1600-h/100_1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328426765122047762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6WLIjxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vGfg_m-HTNs/s320/100_1361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strawberries!!! (Well, those aren't vegetables.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6MSAXvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_-vn8MYQA-w/s1600-h/100_1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328426762466516722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6MSAXvI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_-vn8MYQA-w/s320/100_1362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, tomatoes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfD_sXZXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jW5gmOldorE/s1600-h/100_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328425831374480754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfD_sXZXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jW5gmOldorE/s320/100_1363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The dogs helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfDnT6SPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/KUSKmpqzQnY/s1600-h/100_1365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328425824829458674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfDnT6SPI/AAAAAAAAAbY/KUSKmpqzQnY/s320/100_1365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, they're planted! This picture doesn't do them justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfDL3eh5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bo6NNwrjLck/s1600-h/100_1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328425817462441874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfDL3eh5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/bo6NNwrjLck/s320/100_1367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfC6zNxbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/z2YzRBWhiRo/s1600-h/100_1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328425812881163698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfC6zNxbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/z2YzRBWhiRo/s320/100_1366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep! I added the ladybugs, too, Lacy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfCq1OuNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/3u2WFKwQtMo/s1600-h/100_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328425808594647250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJfCq1OuNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/3u2WFKwQtMo/s320/100_1364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1123688290751355406?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1123688290751355406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1123688290751355406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1123688290751355406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1123688290751355406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/plantee-plantee-plant-pictorial.html' title='Plantee, Plantee, Plant - A Pictorial'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SfJf6wAktFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7qn2w-pNo7s/s72-c/100_1359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5662394929221306341</id><published>2009-04-22T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:29:18.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only....</title><content type='html'>Toward the end of last year, Kelley and I embarked upon a new debt reduction plan.  I use the word "embark" because I think reducing your debt is truly a journey.  It tests your strength, patience, willpower, and sanity.  We have successfully paid off one card and are about 1 or 2 months away from paying off another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticking to the plan requires teamwork and many discussions (sometimes heated ones).  It requires sacrificing small &amp;amp; large, not being able to do some things on a whim, and staying focused on the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this said, Lacy, if only I could go on that fabulous craft weekend with you!  If only, I could just pick up and travel to Florida to see my son when I want.  If only I could tell any one of my family members, "Hey!  Let's meet in fun place USA this weekend."  I want so badly to spend a giggly, crafty weekend with you, Lacy.  I want to learn how to make things that I may never make again but sure did enjoy doing it with you!  I want to spend some one-on-one time with you talking about our deepest fears and dreams.  But alas, my focus has to remain on the end prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end prize will give me the freedom to do such things.  The end prize will give me the freedom to invite you on a trip and pay for the whole thing.  The end prize will give me the freedom to say I am getting it because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you so much for inviting me, Lacy!!!  I know you are excited and will have a great time.  Once I get to the end prize, it's ON, babycakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5662394929221306341?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5662394929221306341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5662394929221306341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5662394929221306341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5662394929221306341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only.html' title='If Only....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5778726459057455631</id><published>2009-04-20T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:08:32.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Beers &amp; a Mayonnaise Jar</title><content type='html'>A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full.  They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.  He shook the jar lightly.  The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students again if the jar was full.  They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.  Of course, the sand filled up everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked once more if the jar was full.  The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students laughed.. 'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.  The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else---the small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for life.  If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.  Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spend time with your children.&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;Visit with grandparents (or aunts).  :-)&lt;br /&gt;Take time to get medical checkups.&lt;br /&gt;Take your spouse out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Get a manicure or pedicure or both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.  Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter.  Set your priorities.  The rest is just sand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked. The beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5778726459057455631?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5778726459057455631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5778726459057455631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5778726459057455631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5778726459057455631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-beers-mayonnaise-jar.html' title='2 Beers &amp; a Mayonnaise Jar'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5377294343150662872</id><published>2009-04-19T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:12:56.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipswap</title><content type='html'>How many old cell phones do you have stored away in a closet?  If you are like me, quite a few.  I am a sucker for new technology.  So, as soon as a new phone becomes available that has cool gadgets and features, I am thinking of how I can con my cell phone provider into letting me upgrade at the lowest price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do you do with all of those old phones??  Fear not, my friend.  I am sure you have all heard of places where you can turn them in to be recycled.  Well, &lt;a href="http://www.flipswap.com/"&gt;Flipswap&lt;/a&gt; gives you options.  You can get cash, donate the cash, or have a tree planted.  I like this idea.  I will soon be bidding farewell to my old phones.  Try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5377294343150662872?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5377294343150662872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5377294343150662872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5377294343150662872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5377294343150662872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/flipswap.html' title='Flipswap'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6244900650593383268</id><published>2009-04-15T08:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:33:23.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tax Deduction on Tax Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty-one years ago today, God blessed me with the best tax deduction that I have ever had. Derrick Salim was born around 6 in the evening. He has truly made my life an enjoyable experience. From his silly grins, his hungry grouchies, his excitement over a new hobby, watching him play hockey and much more, he showed me a new meaning to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a bit weepy today. Words can't describe how I feel. I can't believe my son is an adult! I am so proud of the person that he is and excited to watch what he will become. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324909797590665266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeXhP5JjiDI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ea_xCzwbwMU/s320/chubbybaby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324909791937983138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeXhPkF2cqI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DSOiCdOzMMk/s320/birthdayboy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324909790219025618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeXhPdsBPNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/c9fWvzIc1No/s320/cutekid.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324909789162480882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeXhPZwHpPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/47Y3w4cLZqY/s320/derrickhockey.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324909785405829010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeXhPLwdr5I/AAAAAAAAAZw/X7SNMJ5g5VQ/s320/derrick+fish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Son, I love you with ALL of my heart. I hope you have a great 21st Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/141117832501972738-6244900650593383268?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6244900650593383268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6244900650593383268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6244900650593383268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6244900650593383268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-tax-deduction-on-tax-day.html' title='My Tax Deduction on Tax Day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeXhP5JjiDI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ea_xCzwbwMU/s72-c/chubbybaby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1944192317774316007</id><published>2009-04-14T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:59:20.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From My View</title><content type='html'>Here's the view from the window near my desk.  Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), I don't sit next to this window.  Otherwise, I might just stare at the city below all day long.  (Those windows sure are dirty, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeUG1Ce4L-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/JfEGZKyQ_lY/s1600-h/viewhou160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324669642704695266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeUG1Ce4L-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/JfEGZKyQ_lY/s400/viewhou160.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/141117832501972738-1944192317774316007?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1944192317774316007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1944192317774316007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1944192317774316007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1944192317774316007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-my-view.html' title='From My View'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeUG1Ce4L-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/JfEGZKyQ_lY/s72-c/viewhou160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5692795530491956613</id><published>2009-04-11T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:38:27.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Désordre de Table</title><content type='html'>My disorderly table! Is it just me? Or, does everyone has a place, table, desk, etc. in their home that is the catch-all when you walk in the door? Well, here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeD_R-R2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/FqIEvKNLGTo/s1600-h/messytable.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323535443792651074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeD_R-R2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/FqIEvKNLGTo/s400/messytable.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it didn't need explaining.  But, I am always amazed at the random stuff that it collects.  (You do recognize that I'm not taking ownership in the collection?  The stuff just seems to gather here on it's own.)  &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/141117832501972738-5692795530491956613?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5692795530491956613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5692795530491956613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5692795530491956613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5692795530491956613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/desordre-de-table.html' title='Désordre de Table'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SeD_R-R2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/FqIEvKNLGTo/s72-c/messytable.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4767334866160535202</id><published>2009-04-07T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:45:32.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct to You</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was ohhhh probably old enough to talk, I have been told that I am very direct.  Being direct pretty much means that I don't beat around the bush and say what I mean.  At least, I'd like to think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my last employer, I can't tell you how many times I was given feedback about my directness.  "You might want to soften up your message, Mary."  "Maybe think through what you want to say..."  "Sometimes the way you say things can really hurt people's feelings..."   AAAGGGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is this... Why do I have to change in order to make the "fluffy" people happy?  Why can't they be more direct?  Why is it OK for me to sit through a 30 minute dissertation on a topic that could have taken 5 minutes?  As opposed to the dissertatee (Is that a word?  It is now) getting to the point and not wasting my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point.. a "fluffy" person might say, "I really like how you have arranged this spreadsheet.  I can tell that you spent some time on it.  The colors seem to really bring out the data and expose the information that is needed.  You might want to adjust the columns and wrap the text in larger fields."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  "Looks good.  Just make the columns wider and set the text up to wrap."  Hello??? Now didn't we just save a few breaths and get the same point across? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about how many meetings could be shortened if we all were a little more to the point.. damn.. we could probably shorten the work week.  What about Congress?  Don't you think they could spend alot fewer hours discussing our nation's recession issue if everyone just got to the point?  They could actually be putting the plan into action and save thousands of jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all direct people should UNITE!!!  We could form a union and teach the non-directs how to be more efficient.  Direct to You (D2Y)...say it and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL - I think I've said enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4767334866160535202?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4767334866160535202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4767334866160535202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4767334866160535202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4767334866160535202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/direct-to-you.html' title='Direct to You'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7919892505097422277</id><published>2009-04-06T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:09:19.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter's On It's Way</title><content type='html'>Easter is on it's way!  Sending a few funnies to brighten your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734328067768322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdqZLPV7QAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xNrmddgYVuQ/s320/holycrap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734324425374770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdqZLBxgvDI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zeXYA3q1qa0/s320/shoutouttopeeps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734323236810194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdqZK9WIrdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/U5tTASPFHLA/s320/eggdying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdqZXHVmrrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xCwpIczoLr4/s1600-h/happykeester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734532077366962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdqZXHVmrrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xCwpIczoLr4/s320/happykeester.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7919892505097422277?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7919892505097422277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7919892505097422277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7919892505097422277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7919892505097422277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/easters-on-its-way.html' title='Easter&apos;s On It&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdqZLPV7QAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xNrmddgYVuQ/s72-c/holycrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5576197077064900398</id><published>2009-04-04T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:46:19.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Not See It???</title><content type='html'>Hello?  Have you not noticed the new look of my blog???   Isn't it fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU, LACY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I love the new look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5576197077064900398?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5576197077064900398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5576197077064900398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5576197077064900398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5576197077064900398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-not-see-it.html' title='Can You Not See It???'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-2793413816970937481</id><published>2009-04-04T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:36:10.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such the Art Connoisseurs</title><content type='html'>Kelley and I attended another art festival this weekend.  I do believe that we are becoming quite the "connoisseurs".  (wink, wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of our favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amandachakravarty.com/gallery.html"&gt;Amanda Chakravarty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yoshiaoki.com/gallery.html"&gt;Yoshi Aoki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwomack.com/"&gt;Kathy Womack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-2793413816970937481?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2793413816970937481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=2793413816970937481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2793413816970937481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2793413816970937481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/such-art-connoisseurs.html' title='Such the Art Connoisseurs'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7952554055412373513</id><published>2009-04-03T07:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:54:16.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession Goes to the Birds</title><content type='html'>I guess even the birds are feeling the recession.  As soon as the dogs come in the house, they all flock to their food bowls and feast.  (The pictures are blurry because of all of the doggie noses on the glass window.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdYGo8UMAfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WLLBYjjX1wg/s1600-h/100_1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447310240154098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdYGo8UMAfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WLLBYjjX1wg/s320/100_1281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdYGovf7nMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SF5LB0Rv-E4/s1600-h/100_1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320447306799750338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdYGovf7nMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SF5LB0Rv-E4/s320/100_1279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7952554055412373513?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7952554055412373513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7952554055412373513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7952554055412373513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7952554055412373513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/recession-goes-to-birds.html' title='Recession Goes to the Birds'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdYGo8UMAfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WLLBYjjX1wg/s72-c/100_1281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8154652022132562635</id><published>2009-04-02T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:13:14.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy, Happy</title><content type='html'>This little cutie is so adorable and loveable. She LOVES her mommy! When I go upstairs, no matter how long I up there, I always see this when I come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdVfKbLJW-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/dkjxEploSm0/s1600-h/100_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320263167505947618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdVfKbLJW-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/dkjxEploSm0/s320/100_1271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you can just imagine that fuzzy little tail wagging, wagging, wagging... this little girl is always happy to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I could teach Kelley to act that way everytime I walk in the room??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(BTW - She's not fat.. she's FLUFFY.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-8154652022132562635?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8154652022132562635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=8154652022132562635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8154652022132562635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8154652022132562635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-happy-happy.html' title='Happy, Happy, Happy'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdVfKbLJW-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/dkjxEploSm0/s72-c/100_1271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-3888397554952884406</id><published>2009-04-01T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:41:10.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Idol???</title><content type='html'>In past seasons of American Idol, I have watched sporadically.  I just was never really excited about the contestants.  I think my favorite so far has been Reuben and that's only because I thought he was so lovable.  But this year???  OMG!!!  I am hooked.  This is a hard season!  So much talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Allison.  Her voice is so different.  And, the fact that she is only 16??  Wow!  She definitely has an exciting career ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319886267485073730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdQIX9LtMUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9JVTdoxzUEs/s320/americanidol3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny was my absolute fave during the auditions.  As soon as I saw him, I just knew that he was going to win.  Such a soulful sound coming from that white boy!  But......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319886270547576098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdQIYIl3RSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ARGT997tuOw/s320/americanidol2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Adam has been killing it!!!  I think he's the winner.  He has the looks, the moves, and the voice.  I haven't agreed with his song choices but he always seems to sing them in the most inventive and moving ways.  And does this guy look like Elvis or what?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319886271694452258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdQIYM3TNiI/AAAAAAAAAXo/blr2S7uF0zM/s320/americanidol1.JPG" /&gt; Who's your idol???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-3888397554952884406?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3888397554952884406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=3888397554952884406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3888397554952884406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3888397554952884406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/04/whos-your-idol.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Idol???'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SdQIX9LtMUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9JVTdoxzUEs/s72-c/americanidol3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-50031169299695364</id><published>2009-03-28T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:12:50.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artfully Inspired</title><content type='html'>The art festival was marvelous! I found this whimsical painting and just had to have it. I love how these ladies are having so much fun. Of course, this photo doesn't do it justice. It has found a new home in my guest bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6ts6V35ZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e8DGO5g1Cnk/s1600-h/100_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318379197057983890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6ts6V35ZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e8DGO5g1Cnk/s320/100_1275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It also inspired me to finally hang these. (Thank you, Lacy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6tsri_gHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mIrGnQsqKYw/s1600-h/100_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318379193086476402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6tsri_gHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/mIrGnQsqKYw/s320/100_1274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these... (Thank you, again, Lacy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6tcCJdA-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/hX1J0Ne4Yvo/s1600-h/100_1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318378907095598050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6tcCJdA-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/hX1J0Ne4Yvo/s320/100_1278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who I bought this for?  Yep and he will love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6tbgW_YuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0yFDGXkGDKE/s1600-h/100_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318378898025571042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6tbgW_YuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0yFDGXkGDKE/s320/100_1276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these cuties are for Mema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6tbVZ1XdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZyVaYK0wsYg/s1600-h/100_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318378895084707282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6tbVZ1XdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZyVaYK0wsYg/s320/100_1277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The festival had such beautiful and creative items.  I can't wait to go again in October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-50031169299695364?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/50031169299695364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=50031169299695364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/50031169299695364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/50031169299695364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/03/artfully-inspired.html' title='Artfully Inspired'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc6ts6V35ZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e8DGO5g1Cnk/s72-c/100_1275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6151353664377745013</id><published>2009-03-28T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:23:13.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day for Some Art</title><content type='html'>The day looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc4ysBXDaCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1HNkUH5urTc/s1600-h/100_1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243941831895074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc4ysBXDaCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1HNkUH5urTc/s320/100_1272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we are going here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc4yr94jFuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/i6fUz3yhbzc/s1600-h/bayoucityartfestival.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243940898641634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc4yr94jFuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/i6fUz3yhbzc/s320/bayoucityartfestival.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6151353664377745013?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6151353664377745013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6151353664377745013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6151353664377745013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6151353664377745013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-day-for-some-art.html' title='Great Day for Some Art'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/Sc4ysBXDaCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1HNkUH5urTc/s72-c/100_1272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4986219407158116681</id><published>2009-03-27T09:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:04:45.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Leisa!</title><content type='html'>When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leisa&lt;/span&gt; and I travelled to San Jose in January to surprise Lacy for her birthday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leisa&lt;/span&gt; was very prepared and had packed a couple of books to occupy her time on the 4 hour flight to and fro.  I am a sporadic reader.  I will read voraciously for a while and then won't read again for months or even years.  In the past, I have favored biographies, self-help books, and the occasional love story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leisa&lt;/span&gt; wanted a new book for her trip home.  She had either finished the ones she had or was craving something different.  So, we took a field trip to the book store prior to departing.  I decided to join the band wagon and bought a couple of books for myself.  Not really knowing whether or not I would actually read them.  To my surprise, I began reading one of the books on the plane.  I don't recall which one.  I do know that it was a fiction book.  It grabbed my attention and wouldn't let go.  I read non-stop to the end of the book and LOVED IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have read 3 - 4 books a week.  During my peaceful evenings and every other Friday off, I have joined the worlds of Jodi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Picoult&lt;/span&gt;, Nicholas Sparks, James Patterson, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, and a few others.  My imagination has felt the ocean winds off the eastern coastline, seen the beautiful hills set in northern California, felt the tension of a mom watching her child go on trial for murder, and much more.  I have fallen in love with my books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Kelley put together this bookcase for me.  My old one was full and my books were beginning to pile up.  In &lt;a href="http://lacylike.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-home.html"&gt;Lacy's Blog&lt;/a&gt;, she asks, "What is your favorite spot in your home?"  Right at this moment, I would have to say this book case.  While I don't sit near it to read or even use this room right now as a reading room, this bookcase makes me smile.  I've thumbed through the books, looked at the titles and covers, only to reminisce about their contents.  Feels like sweet memories of my past.  I am excited to see what other titles and authors will fill it's shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SczmDDnwJGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8OdKW4u0ydU/s1600-h/100_1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317878200203748450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SczmDDnwJGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8OdKW4u0ydU/s320/100_1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can only thank my sister for re-lighting a fire in me that I thought had burned out.  If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have begun to experience reading in a new way.  Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Leisa&lt;/span&gt;!  Thank you for reminding me that reading can bring a whole new world to your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4986219407158116681?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4986219407158116681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4986219407158116681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4986219407158116681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4986219407158116681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-leisa.html' title='Thank you, Leisa!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SczmDDnwJGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8OdKW4u0ydU/s72-c/100_1270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-3493094263327714967</id><published>2009-03-20T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:12:34.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Freakin' Grief!!!</title><content type='html'>Warning:  This might be a little long and boring.. but I need to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't currently sit with my team at work.  When I was hired on, they didn't have space.  So, I was placed down the hall and told my space was temporary.  "No big deal.  That's fine.  Just glad to be here.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;"  Then, another young lady was hired with whom I have become friends.  She does sit with the team but in a very sub-par desk which was never meant to be an office workspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward about 3 or 4 months, I was "kicked out" of my office because it belonged to another department and they needed it.  I was moved to the opposite end of the hall.  "No big deal.  That's fine.  Just glad to be here.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss then decides that it's time for us to sit all together.  There are about 12 of us on the team.  But, my boss only manages 4 of the 12.  So, we contact the appropriate people and discuss our move options.  Everything set, and guess who is told to be the "Move Coordinator."  Good guess.. ME!!!   "No big deal.  That's fine.  Just glad to be here.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the beginning of February, my boss and I wonder over to our new location.  He promptly chooses his seat and then begins to assign seats to each of us (the ones he manages).  He then instructs me to meet with the remaining 8 team members and find out where they want to sit.  Mind you, he has assigned out all of the so-called premier seating to us.  Another minor fact - all of the remaining team members are either managers or have been with the company for a lifetime.. literally like 30 years each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of following my boss's instruction, I promptly consult with the woman who did the last move.  "How did you handle this?  Where would you put everyone?"  Ever so the fair one.. I know I'm not going to get this right.  She assigns all of the remaining window seats to the most tenured and then fills in the other seats based on who works with who.  I proceed to advise everyone of their new seat assignments.  I get a few questions here and there.  But, overall, no one raises a stink.  Needless to say, I am quite proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this week...the move is set.  All of the appropriate departments have been notified - IT, Furniture and Spacing, etc.  I am still glowing with pride that this has all gone smoothly.  Until the &lt;strong&gt;bitch from hell&lt;/strong&gt; all of sudden decides that her seat is not satisfactory and she was never given a choice of seats.  Yep.. two days before we move, she is in my face telling me how angry she is and how this whole thing has been unfair.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. deep breath.)  I don't do well with people aggressively approaching me.  When she isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; with my answers, she proceeds to call her boss, my boss, and my boss's boss.  If you could picture a 30 year old kicking and screaming like a 2 yr old who can't have the candy in the checkout line of the grocery store, then you have a pretty good picture of her antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the bosses scramble to see how they can make her (bitch from hell) happy.  They end up moving 2 people from a window seat and another from her workstation in order to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; this one bitch from hell.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. whew... it's over.. we can get back to business at hand...life is good again.  NOT!!!!  The 2 people that were moved from their window seats are now mad and while they aren't kicking and screaming, they sound just as whiny as the same kid who has just begun saying.."but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MMOOOMM&lt;/span&gt; can I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;plllleeeaassee&lt;/span&gt; have the skittles."  This then prompts one ex-window seat person to tell me that he should really have my spot because "blah blah blah blah." &lt;br /&gt;"No big deal.  That's fine.  Just glad to be here.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;"   My so-called premier spot has now slipped through my hands at the Nth hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No big deal.  That's fine.  Just glad to be here.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;"   Honestly folks... I AM MAD AS HELL!!!  Is it the spot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;forfeiture&lt;/span&gt; that has pissed me off???? No, it's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mere&lt;/span&gt; fact that one woman can throw a fit and get her way at the expense of 4 other people on the team.  This company prides itself on core values such as Integrity, Honesty, Relationships and others.  All that I have seen this week is anything but these values.  I am appalled!  I am mad!!!  I am shocked!  May bitch from hell get hers in the end!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; - But I still like my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-3493094263327714967?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3493094263327714967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=3493094263327714967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3493094263327714967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3493094263327714967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-freakin-grief.html' title='Good Freakin&apos; Grief!!!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5674836863676118865</id><published>2009-02-28T18:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:30:27.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Jason:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SanSDT4P77I/AAAAAAAAAUY/J--fLB7sGrE/s1600-h/100_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308004590150479794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SanSDT4P77I/AAAAAAAAAUY/J--fLB7sGrE/s320/100_0797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wouldn't normally post a picture like this. This is a picture of Kelley and our neighbor, Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, this is exactly what Jason said to life. You see...our friend...Jason, shot himself in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jason:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of the funny crazy stories! Thank you for always bringing us a plate when you cooked something special or BBQ'd! Thank you for sharing your beer, your cigarettes, and your silly smile! Most of all, Jason, thank you for sharing yourself! You had such a beautiful heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that life didn't deal you a good hand. I wish you could have seen a way to play it differently. But, know that we feel blessed to have shared a small piece of it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5674836863676118865?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5674836863676118865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5674836863676118865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5674836863676118865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5674836863676118865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-jason.html' title='To Jason:'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SanSDT4P77I/AAAAAAAAAUY/J--fLB7sGrE/s72-c/100_0797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7262304115592761161</id><published>2009-01-08T17:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:44:34.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPx1x4MjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rruZiNt-0ok/s1600-h/100_1221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289072898805871154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPx1x4MjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rruZiNt-0ok/s320/100_1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPxq56-GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JPm4KR57Rgg/s1600-h/100_1213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289072895886817378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPxq56-GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JPm4KR57Rgg/s320/100_1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPxNwOaNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/b394QDuZlCc/s1600-h/100_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289072888061520082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPxNwOaNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/b394QDuZlCc/s320/100_1217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPw4qKz9I/AAAAAAAAATw/cf5tMoEtWhk/s1600-h/100_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289072882398973906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPw4qKz9I/AAAAAAAAATw/cf5tMoEtWhk/s320/100_1225.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPwtbDDgI/AAAAAAAAATo/D9B--aFjqug/s1600-h/100_1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289072879382760962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPwtbDDgI/AAAAAAAAATo/D9B--aFjqug/s320/100_1222.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;/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/141117832501972738-7262304115592761161?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7262304115592761161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7262304115592761161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7262304115592761161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7262304115592761161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-face.html' title='Funny Face'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SWaPx1x4MjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/rruZiNt-0ok/s72-c/100_1221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4811705859163299688</id><published>2009-01-02T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:26:27.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture January 2009</title><content type='html'>For some reason the New Year gave way to alot of thought as to what I expect in 2009.  I considered not blogging for awhile, considered what I want to accomplish personally, and considered what I want to accomplish on the job.  &lt;a href="http://lacylike.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-word.html"&gt;Lacy&lt;/a&gt; has started the year with her "word."  I have chosen this year to be the one where I listen more and talk less.  So, I chose the word "Silence."  No, this doesn't mean that I will never talk.  What I hope to accomplish is practicing the art of choosing my words carefully.  If I can't say it right, nicely, or without hurting others, my goal is to keep silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this theme, I will take a break from words in my blog.  January will be a blog of pictures.  No words to describe them.  No commentary on what was taking place.  Just pictures.  Perhaps, my all of 4 or 5 blog readers will enjoy them.  (Wink, wink.. love you family)  Either way, I am anxious to see what I can capture on digital this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya in February!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4811705859163299688?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4811705859163299688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4811705859163299688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4811705859163299688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4811705859163299688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-january-2009.html' title='Picture January 2009'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-3932182566693204395</id><published>2008-12-30T19:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:57:13.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Such the Movie Watcher</title><content type='html'>I seem to be going through a movie spurt.  Kelley and I watched "Wanted" the other night.  Derrick and I watched "Castaway."  Tabotha and I watched "Wall-E" and "Matagascar 2: Escape to Africa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Aunt Mary short reviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted - Kind of a stupid movie.  I guess I had high expectations and it just didn't meet them.  Not sorry that I rented it.  But, it definitely didn't live up to the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castaway - Seen it a dozen times and could see it a dozen more.  Love Tom Hanks.  I don't know that I have ever seen a movie with him in it that I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E  -  Oh sooo cute!!!  I would watch it again.  Fell in love with that little robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagascar 2 - Loved it!  Funny, funny, funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we rented "88 Minutes", "Hancock", and "Burn After Reading."  I'll be back to let you know my ever so important thoughts on these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-3932182566693204395?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3932182566693204395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=3932182566693204395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3932182566693204395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3932182566693204395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/such-movie-watcher.html' title='Such the Movie Watcher'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7479522283973002395</id><published>2008-12-26T07:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:43:09.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After</title><content type='html'>It's the day after Christmas! The excitement of opening presents and enjoying family is gone. sigh...I have a full week and a half off and not sure what I am going to do with myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Husband bought one of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284092346383769410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SVTd_iKQn0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/0xouuAGGT7k/s320/nintendo+wii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really enjoying it!!! Then, my kiddo bought me this for it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284092824579780866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SVTebXlEsQI/AAAAAAAAATY/7Cv2ktQGCY0/s320/wii+fit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is great!  When you first start it up, the system takes you through a balance and strength test, calculates your BMI, and then makes you create a fitness goal.  Yesterday, I tried the aerobics, yoga, and balance training.  Kind of a fun way to get a little exercise in my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabotha (Kelley's daughter) and I went to see Marley &amp;amp; Me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284092835204361298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SVTeb_KK7FI/AAAAAAAAATg/lf1I6IXhIMw/s320/marley+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wasn't impressed.  It's a sweet movie but the plot lacks depth.  I strongly recommend that you wait until it comes out on DVD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Day After Christmas!  Time to get back to regular life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7479522283973002395?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7479522283973002395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7479522283973002395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7479522283973002395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7479522283973002395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SVTd_iKQn0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/0xouuAGGT7k/s72-c/nintendo+wii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4096595582715676929</id><published>2008-12-20T07:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:26:01.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUzxV5-krXI/AAAAAAAAATI/cJMbvy1hvrM/s1600-h/sevenpounds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281861821641567602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUzxV5-krXI/AAAAAAAAATI/cJMbvy1hvrM/s320/sevenpounds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kelley and I saw it last night.  Here is the Aunt Mary review that I gave to Lacy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a very slow movie.  But, it's well worth the wait.  The storyline is beautiful.  The director laid out the story in a way that keeps you guessing for quite a while.  I would say that it's not really a man's movie.  Kelley liked the story line too but didn't like how slow it was.  Go by yourself or take a girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I didn't tell Lacy:  Will Smith does an excellent job!  The soundtrack is beautiful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go see it!  By the end of it, I don't think you will feel like you wasted your $2000 to see it.  (LOL - Sorry that's my pathetic jab at how much movies cost these days.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4096595582715676929?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4096595582715676929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4096595582715676929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4096595582715676929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4096595582715676929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/seven-pounds.html' title='Seven Pounds'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUzxV5-krXI/AAAAAAAAATI/cJMbvy1hvrM/s72-c/sevenpounds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8519972858926326231</id><published>2008-12-16T19:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:09:58.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Weekend is Over</title><content type='html'>Family weekend is over. We had a great time! Here are a few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wii" played lots of Wii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQyHjhJ3I/AAAAAAAAATA/ie4rMase3Uo/s1600-h/100_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280559385043609458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQyHjhJ3I/AAAAAAAAATA/ie4rMase3Uo/s320/100_1057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had some fun Karaoke moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQx02OQqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/t2b_o5mW4rI/s1600-h/100_1122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280559380021789346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQx02OQqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/t2b_o5mW4rI/s320/100_1122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQxmoXgHI/AAAAAAAAASw/zIV7YlASPp8/s1600-h/100_1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280559376205578354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQxmoXgHI/AAAAAAAAASw/zIV7YlASPp8/s320/100_1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoyed the visiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQxHd50QI/AAAAAAAAASo/p15LuhNuPEs/s1600-h/100_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280559367840190722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQxHd50QI/AAAAAAAAASo/p15LuhNuPEs/s320/100_1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an inspiring message from Derrick.  He's going to be a policeman!!!!  Go Derrick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQwtJ4OtI/AAAAAAAAASg/_eM3zOBpLrw/s1600-h/100_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280559360776878802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQwtJ4OtI/AAAAAAAAASg/_eM3zOBpLrw/s320/100_1050.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-8519972858926326231?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8519972858926326231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=8519972858926326231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8519972858926326231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8519972858926326231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-weekend-is-over.html' title='Family Weekend is Over'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUhQyHjhJ3I/AAAAAAAAATA/ie4rMase3Uo/s72-c/100_1057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5072755849902948625</id><published>2008-12-12T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:19:30.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Weekend is Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My handsome son is on his way! I can't wait to see him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278907959409784386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUJy0fqaNkI/AAAAAAAAASY/2mkOGBX-awM/s320/Salim+flight.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The countdown begins until everyone else arrives.  I love my family!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5072755849902948625?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5072755849902948625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5072755849902948625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5072755849902948625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5072755849902948625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-weekend-is-here.html' title='Family Weekend is Here!!!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUJy0fqaNkI/AAAAAAAAASY/2mkOGBX-awM/s72-c/Salim+flight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6868103632124864767</id><published>2008-12-10T20:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:29:00.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not quite! But, it really is snowing in Spring, TX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUB6DDzoDuI/AAAAAAAAASI/QPD_Z2sUV3w/s1600-h/100_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278353734648587666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUB6wXiV5ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9z1Izd-W-Ag/s320/100_1046.jpg" border="0" /&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/141117832501972738-6868103632124864767?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6868103632124864767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6868103632124864767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6868103632124864767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6868103632124864767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUB6wXiV5ZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/9z1Izd-W-Ag/s72-c/100_1046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8815788312742526094</id><published>2008-12-10T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:25:35.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Playin' Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What do you think??? Okay - Okay!  Some may not think it's funny.  LOL - You have to read &lt;a href="http://lacylike.blogspot.com/2008/12/procreate.html"&gt;Lacy's Blog&lt;/a&gt; in order to get the joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278259809952467058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUAlVOxwCHI/AAAAAAAAASA/nwDpDt_KsEA/s400/parents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-8815788312742526094?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8815788312742526094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=8815788312742526094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8815788312742526094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8815788312742526094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-playin-around.html' title='Just Playin&apos; Around'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SUAlVOxwCHI/AAAAAAAAASA/nwDpDt_KsEA/s72-c/parents.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4192944587525057487</id><published>2008-12-09T19:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:12:08.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the Cat Out of the Bag</title><content type='html'>Hehe.. NO!  This isn't another post about my most adorable animals.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to let the cat out of the bag.  (No!  I'm not pregnant.  Whew!)  In early November, my company hosted a health fair.  You know.. the ones where they check your cholesterol, weight, various measurements, and insulin levels.  Needless to say, I was not pleased with my weight nor measurements.  But, that's not what concerned me the most.  My cholesterol was 244.  That's 44 higher than it should be.  After much contimplation over what this number meant in relation to my weight and age, I decided that it's time to make a change.  This is not an "I'm going to diet and exercise until I am a size 6" change.  I truly want to become a healthier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I researched cholesterol information to better understand what I should do.  I then sat down and formulated some structured goals.  Hesitation filled me as I began to make a committment to a different way of thinking.  I didn't want to expose these goals only to fail later down the road and have to endure the mild disappointment of those who were rooting for me.  But, this time, it's different.  My goals are simple yet slightly challenging.  They inspire me to see myself to a resolution.  Lifelong resolution!  I have posted them below.  My ultimate goal is to reduce and maintain my cholesterol level.  I even hired a personal trainer to help me jumpstart my "get moving" plan.  The first thing that I told her was that I am not doing this to lose weight or gain a smaller waist (I don't mind if I do), but it's not my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share these with you really to hold myself accountable.  I am not asking anyone to watch every morsel that I put in my mouth or every cigarette that I puff.  I am making slow and steady changes.  So right now, it's not about the food.  It's about getting myself moving.  It's about building a stronger, healthier body.  It's about achieving my goals - one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 10th&lt;/strong&gt; - Begin exercise program with a personal trainer.  My personal trainer will assist me every Monday and Wednesday for 5 weeks.  I will work out for at least 30 mins per day at least 4 days per week.  Currently, I am focused on aerobic excercise.  Any exercises that puts my body in motion.  I commit to walking the dogs for one mile on the days that I do not work out.  I did promise my trainer that I would begin eating breakfast everyday on this date as well.  We agreed that I didn't have to focus on what it was but that I HAVE to get in the habit of eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec 1st&lt;/strong&gt; - Begin stop smoking program.  I need to do some soul searching as to which method will be most effective for my success.  By Nov. 22nd, I will know this method and incorporate it into my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan 1st&lt;/strong&gt; - Remove sodas and sugar drinks from my diet.  This includes my daily Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan 23rd&lt;/strong&gt; - Go to Doctor to have my numbers checked again.  Re-evaluate exercise goals and determine what new techniques should be incorporated into my program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 1st&lt;/strong&gt; - Begin to incorporate healthier food choices into my diet.  I will commit to changing 3 things in my diet for the month of February going forward.  I will report and document the decided changes prior to this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 1st&lt;/strong&gt; - Add 3 more diet changes.  I will report and document the decided changes prior to this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 17th&lt;/strong&gt; - Go to Doctor to have my numbers checked again.  Sustain diet and exercise changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my biggest challenge is the cigarettes.  I did quit on 12/1 but have since bought and smoked cigarettes.  I have committed to continuing to quit until I don't buy them ever again!  No matter how many times I have to go through stopping and starting.  Eventually, I have to grow tired of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4192944587525057487?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4192944587525057487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4192944587525057487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4192944587525057487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4192944587525057487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/letting-cat-out-of-bag.html' title='Letting the Cat Out of the Bag'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4564036261957896812</id><published>2008-12-07T06:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:52:25.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt Like Dressing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They just felt like dressing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STvGpQRXdyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/q5HVABV8-tI/s1600-h/100_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277029800439412514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STvGpQRXdyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/q5HVABV8-tI/s400/100_1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STvGpLA3FbI/AAAAAAAAARw/AcP9Pyltsa0/s1600-h/100_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277029799028004274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STvGpLA3FbI/AAAAAAAAARw/AcP9Pyltsa0/s400/100_1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STvGod-9lUI/AAAAAAAAARo/7o9QRHjcAO4/s1600-h/100_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277029786940446018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STvGod-9lUI/AAAAAAAAARo/7o9QRHjcAO4/s400/100_1042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4564036261957896812?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4564036261957896812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4564036261957896812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4564036261957896812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4564036261957896812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/felt-like-dressing-up.html' title='Felt Like Dressing Up'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STvGpQRXdyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/q5HVABV8-tI/s72-c/100_1044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-9118298218303134805</id><published>2008-12-05T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:33:58.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Family Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STnnemOIWkI/AAAAAAAAARg/gH-T_PMxhNs/s1600-h/100_1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276502951283153474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STnnemOIWkI/AAAAAAAAARg/gH-T_PMxhNs/s400/100_1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADA!!!! Getting ready for Family Weekend and Christmas. I think this is by far the cutest Christmas tree that I have ever had! I just think it is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, LEISA! That is your snowman. He's cute too huh? I guess he's not really 3 ft.. maybe 2. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STnnU6ymZxI/AAAAAAAAARY/E7_9lQXWkz0/s1600-h/100_1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/141117832501972738-9118298218303134805?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/9118298218303134805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=9118298218303134805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/9118298218303134805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/9118298218303134805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-for-family-weekend.html' title='Getting Ready for Family Weekend'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STnnemOIWkI/AAAAAAAAARg/gH-T_PMxhNs/s72-c/100_1039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4479135456934464322</id><published>2008-12-04T19:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:40:18.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update:  Zoe's BoBo</title><content type='html'>I took the poor Zoe girl to the vet today.  I guess thankfully it appears to be a cat fight that caused the yucky injury.  But, it does concern me that there is a cat THAT vicious strolling around our neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vet gave her a pain shot and some antibiotics.  She should be back to her lovely self soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4479135456934464322?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4479135456934464322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4479135456934464322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4479135456934464322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4479135456934464322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-zoes-bobo.html' title='Update:  Zoe&apos;s BoBo'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7101890946565588274</id><published>2008-12-03T18:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:14:38.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoe's BoBo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STcgiqAwU3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/AQECLfEL-mc/s1600-h/100_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275721268252922738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STcgiqAwU3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/AQECLfEL-mc/s200/100_1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor Zoe has a bobo. I don't know what got her. But, it got her good! She doesn't act like it hurts. Yesterday, she was cleaning it with her paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I put regular antibiotic ointment on it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7101890946565588274?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7101890946565588274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7101890946565588274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7101890946565588274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7101890946565588274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/12/zoes-bobo.html' title='Zoe&apos;s BoBo'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/STcgiqAwU3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/AQECLfEL-mc/s72-c/100_1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1863720618286268049</id><published>2008-11-28T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:20:25.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Parade</title><content type='html'>I went to the Thanksgiving Day Parade in Houston.  It was my first time.  I really enjoyed it!  Here are some pics for you to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=127621377&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  scale="noscale"  salign="lt" width="600" height="200" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=127621377"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=127621377&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=127621377"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link9.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link9.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1863720618286268049?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1863720618286268049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1863720618286268049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1863720618286268049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1863720618286268049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-day-parade.html' title='Thanksgiving Day Parade'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8924279122990427136</id><published>2008-11-26T17:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:34:58.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you remember these? (Mema gave me two of them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273112437675011362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SS3b0uxQLSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EmtzKlSnA50/s200/100_0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now they look like this!! It appears that a couple of plant bandits have destroyed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273113197052848722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SS3cg7rCalI/AAAAAAAAARI/wcC83iMRiiQ/s200/100_0989.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273112451549163362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SS3b1idG72I/AAAAAAAAAQw/XOuyhWpYZvo/s200/100_0990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, here they are!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273112469672060290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SS3b2l98ZYI/AAAAAAAAARA/ocWf3vRtzeY/s200/100_0994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273112463868028002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SS3b2QWJ5GI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4fpHuRvBqcc/s200/100_0993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-8924279122990427136?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8924279122990427136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=8924279122990427136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8924279122990427136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8924279122990427136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SS3b0uxQLSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EmtzKlSnA50/s72-c/100_0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5832773266401003924</id><published>2008-11-24T18:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:44:26.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Beats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SStJ1k5Zg5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HiFYxfi1EhE/s1600-h/100_0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272388973553615762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SStJ1k5Zg5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HiFYxfi1EhE/s200/100_0961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my bus driver home today.  He has no idea that I took his picture.  Have no clue as to his name.  But, I do know that he talks to hisself (himself?) during the entire ride.  He's not the friendliest of the bus drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272388994780694818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SStJ2z-VCSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/AUBhag5FLdM/s200/100_0953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272388982430604386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SStJ2F91nGI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lhGZg-uuKDw/s200/100_0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the Cotton Exchange.  This building is very old.  Not sure what it was born as.  I just like it.  And, I like it's location.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5832773266401003924?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5832773266401003924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5832773266401003924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5832773266401003924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5832773266401003924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/bus-beats.html' title='Bus Beats'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SStJ1k5Zg5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/HiFYxfi1EhE/s72-c/100_0961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-2804951164652650126</id><published>2008-11-23T17:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:43:54.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Kallie:  The Cupcake Test</title><content type='html'>This one is for you, Kallie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Cupcake Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecupcaketest/pink.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At parties, you tend to be a social butterfly. You enjoy making conversation and making sure everyone is having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hardly have any restraint. You only hold yourself back when absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing in your life is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are laid back, flexible, and easy to get along with. To know you is to care for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thecupcaketest/"&gt;The Cupcake Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-2804951164652650126?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2804951164652650126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=2804951164652650126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2804951164652650126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2804951164652650126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-kallie-cupcake-test.html' title='For Kallie:  The Cupcake Test'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5775331910150915500</id><published>2008-11-23T17:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:38:53.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creamy Wafers - I Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SSnpRkiWZUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QhSo_XuDNaM/s1600-h/100_0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272001326888674626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SSnpRkiWZUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QhSo_XuDNaM/s200/100_0988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally made the creamy wafer cookies that my wonderful sister makes every year for the holidays. They are divine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learned:  She told me to use a shot glass as my cookie cutter.  Unfortunately, I couldn't find ONE shot glass in my house.  So, I used a small wine glass.  The cookies are too big.  I like her smaller ones that you can pop in your mouth.  Otherwise, they still have the same delightful taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5775331910150915500?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5775331910150915500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5775331910150915500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5775331910150915500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5775331910150915500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/creamy-wafers-i-did-it.html' title='Creamy Wafers - I Did It!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SSnpRkiWZUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QhSo_XuDNaM/s72-c/100_0988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1343398204269507802</id><published>2008-11-23T17:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:22:32.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole This One From Jeanette</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. I stole it. But, it's kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in a name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Mary Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic “Type A” personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1343398204269507802?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1343398204269507802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1343398204269507802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1343398204269507802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1343398204269507802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/stole-this-one-from-jeanette.html' title='Stole This One From Jeanette'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-5470199919361776015</id><published>2008-11-12T01:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:55:54.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh Darnit!</title><content type='html'>You see the time on this post, right?  I was jarred out of bed by a huge crash of lightning.  Had I not looked out the window, I would have sworn that it struck something right outside my bedroom.  It seriously sounded like it hit the light pole or Kelley's truck or something.  I DID hear a crash!!!  But, to no avail, at this late hour (or wee, wee morning hour), I don't see the lightning's damage other than my sleepy reflection in the mirror.  I'm up, gosh darnit!!! And, can't get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some questions that I thought might cause you to wonder as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of murdered?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'... but it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the professor on Gilligan's Island could make a radio out of a coconut,why couldn't he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet dreams!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-5470199919361776015?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/5470199919361776015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=5470199919361776015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5470199919361776015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/5470199919361776015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/gosh-darnit.html' title='Gosh Darnit!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1723988184289857057</id><published>2008-11-08T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:45:29.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Sillyness</title><content type='html'>Here we goooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night by The Bay City Rollers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cRxYKvTLgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cRxYKvTLgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night Fever with John Travolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mepFmJNqsus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mepFmJNqsus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night At The Movie by The Drifters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO3_rYa3azI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO3_rYa3azI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1723988184289857057?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1723988184289857057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1723988184289857057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1723988184289857057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1723988184289857057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-night-fun.html' title='Saturday Night Sillyness'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4798433383708781514</id><published>2008-11-07T18:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:38:17.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly love technology. I know that it causes us to be more sedentary than our ancestors. But, man, you can't beat these things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cell Phones with internet, music, bluetooth, email, games and whatever else floats your boat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266084965582434818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SRTkYBKQ8gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ylIm4F8WmuE/s200/moto+q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to download the song that you like from an album instead of having to buy the whole thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266092267388066002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SRTrBCgY2NI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cwtIwEpKQi0/s200/itunes+logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recording all of your favorite shows on your DVR (I don't have one but hope to get one someday.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266093092649401170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SRTrxE2Be1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/04lhoI10VWc/s200/dvr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Blogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car Radios that allows you to plug in your iPod - Just bought one 2 weeks ago and I love it!! Good bye transmitter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266093823115116386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SRTsbmCnv2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/-UmSsr_EWng/s200/fusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;GPS Navigators - Don't have one of these either but can get it on my phone. One day, I'll have a car with it built in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266094516601945170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SRTtD9ew_FI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RG9Jh5sPY2k/s200/tomtom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And more....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What would we do without it all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4798433383708781514?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4798433383708781514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4798433383708781514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4798433383708781514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4798433383708781514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-technology.html' title='I Love Technology'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SRTkYBKQ8gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ylIm4F8WmuE/s72-c/moto+q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-2737554533195822844</id><published>2008-11-06T20:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:08:39.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Animal"ation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjDV-403I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PbnfIfRVOw0/s1600-h/Zoe+Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265731667162092402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjDV-403I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PbnfIfRVOw0/s320/Zoe+Cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjDFcIhGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3ZkqYiDx7a0/s1600-h/Sophie+and+Sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265731662721352802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjDFcIhGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3ZkqYiDx7a0/s320/Sophie+and+Sydney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjChc-2HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XaoWBcOojBs/s1600-h/Sassy+Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265731653061236850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjChc-2HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XaoWBcOojBs/s320/Sassy+Cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjCPS5ZhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SHt3_ibp4P4/s1600-h/Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265731648187098642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjCPS5ZhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SHt3_ibp4P4/s320/Claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-2737554533195822844?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2737554533195822844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=2737554533195822844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2737554533195822844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2737554533195822844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/animalation.html' title='&quot;Animal&quot;ation'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SROjDV-403I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PbnfIfRVOw0/s72-c/Zoe+Cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-9007923379287669491</id><published>2008-11-05T17:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:23:50.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does This Bother You???</title><content type='html'>First of all, I think I have a bus infatuation. LOL .. here is yet another blog about a bus. But, it's not about MY bus this time.. How about that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I travelled across town for a class. (Boring one at that.) While sitting at a red light, I watched as a school bus passed me carrying elementary students. To my shock and dismay, there were students standing in the aisle of the bus. What?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one to believe that school buses need seat belts. Why do we make our children wear them in our cars but they don't have to wear one on the bus??? Children standing in the aisle of the bus while it's moving makes absolutely NO SENSE!!! Clearly, the bus was full which caused this scene. I continue to be shocked by the value (or shall I say, devalue) we place on our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.. does this bother you as much as it does me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-9007923379287669491?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/9007923379287669491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=9007923379287669491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/9007923379287669491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/9007923379287669491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-wrong-for-saying.html' title='Does This Bother You???'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4799677907200079651</id><published>2008-11-03T18:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:03:56.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's Block</title><content type='html'>Sigh!!! Suffering from blogger's block these days. Don't really have any fun topics or even interesting ones to blog about. What do I typically do when I am not blogging and just plain bored?? Play this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #e0e0e0 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #e0e0e0 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px 0px 5px; FONT: 12px Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: #e0e0e0 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #e0e0e0 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" bgcolor="#feffe4" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 9px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; WIDTH: 86px; PADDING-TOP: 15px"&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" href="http://www.pogo.com/games/canasta?externSrc=shareagame_post_canasta" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #d7d7d7 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; BORDER-TOP: #d7d7d7 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; BORDER-LEFT: #d7d7d7 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #d7d7d7 1px solid" height="45" alt="Canasta" src="http://www.pogo.com/img/game-thumbs/tn-canasta.gif" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 9px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 15pxfont-size:11px;color:#565656;"  &gt;&lt;span style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0pxfont-size:14;color:#000;"  &gt;I love to play &lt;a href="http://www.pogo.com/games/canasta?externSrc=shareagame_post_canasta" target="_top"&gt;Canasta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with 4 wild cards and a 104-card deck!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #e0e0e0 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px" bgcolor="#639a1c" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;table style="FONT: 12px Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" bgcolor="#639a1c" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.pogo.com/?externSrc=shareagame_post_canasta" target="_top"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pogo.com&lt;/strong&gt; — play hundreds of fun games online!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;img height="23" alt="" src="http://www.pogo.com/img/roomsel/shareapage/en_US/shareapage-logo.gif" width="72" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.3NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjU3NjA1MDUyMDgmcHQ9MTIyNTc2MDUxOTYwNiZwPTE5MDQ2MSZkPWNhbmFzdGEmZz*xJnQ9Jm89NTk4ODExN2JmM2FkNGRjMDhiNTU1ZGNkODE1ZjhlZjM=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep meaning to take my camera to work. There are some really cool buildings downtown that I never noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit agitated with the hub tonight. In all fareness to him, I can't really blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!!! Something FUN has to be coming my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4799677907200079651?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4799677907200079651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4799677907200079651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4799677907200079651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4799677907200079651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloggers-block.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7056951785026953971</id><published>2008-10-31T08:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:42:53.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Horror Picture Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SQsFh3yc00I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZHKvliKLrcQ/s1600-h/RockyHorrorPictureShow_Logo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263306668981932866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SQsFh3yc00I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZHKvliKLrcQ/s320/RockyHorrorPictureShow_Logo02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooo.. Rocky Horror Picture Show was playing on one of our local stations last night. Memories!!!! When I was in High School, I had my own Rocky Horror moments. One of my girlfriend's sister took us to see it at the old Alabama theatre on Shepherd for the first time. Wow! I was completely amazed. If you have never been, it's a sight to see. It's an interactive show complete with props, actors, actresses, and crowd participation. I was hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girlfriend and I then began a long stint of seeing it every Friday and Saturday night. (It was also my excuse for staying out later than midnight.) We would go to each show ready for the activities. Squirt gun, newspaper, cards, ready to do the Time Warp, and &lt;a href="http://www.rockyhorror.com/participation/proplist.php"&gt;whatever else that was needed&lt;/a&gt; for the experience. We thought we were sooo cool because we would have breakfast with the cast after the show. My girlfriend even began dating one of the main characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that time, it was a big deal as to how times you had seen the show. "I've seen it 120 times." "Well, I've seen it over 300 times." And on and on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching it on TV is not quite the same. But, I must say that it was fun to realize that I still know the words of the songs. I find the plot amusing. It's the stupidest movie you'll probably ever see but keeps you entertained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, the Alabama Theatre no longer exists. It's now a Bookstop.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263309043248051826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SQsHsEnmtnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cFLAwM7mcv8/s320/alabama1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ode to the Alabama Theatre.. Here is one of my favorite scenes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmxBb3RdnT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmxBb3RdnT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7056951785026953971?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7056951785026953971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7056951785026953971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7056951785026953971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7056951785026953971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/rocky-horror-picture-show.html' title='Rocky Horror Picture Show'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SQsFh3yc00I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZHKvliKLrcQ/s72-c/RockyHorrorPictureShow_Logo02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6742982765806067681</id><published>2008-10-30T18:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:21:47.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Beats</title><content type='html'>I know that I have mentioned my bus rides from work on several occasions.  But, I must admit.  They can be very interesting at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I listened as one woman attempted for 30 mins to sell a Mexico vacation to the women occupying the seat next to her.  Interesting how the conversation flowed.  The women being sold was clearly feeling as though she was making a friend.  But, the seller was rolling with the conversation and kept bringing it back to that vacation.  In the end, they parted ways with an assurance that the sellee would surely be checking out this great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I enjoyed listening to another set of women admire pictures from a recent wedding.  Friendly pleasantries and compliments were exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this afternoon, well, it takes the cake.  A man and woman sat right behind me.  We shall call them Man &amp;amp; Woman.  Their conversation began with Man telling Woman about his trip to Spain.  At first, I thought she was just acting interested.  He told her about how one of their tour guides was flirting with his 22 yr old daughter.  During this conversation, Woman stated, "Well, you like to flirt.. why is it so wrong for her to flirt?"  Hmmm... not to alarming right?  Then, they began looking at his vacation photos.  Woman kept making what I felt was really statements.  For example:  Man showed her a picture of an Iguana "That's an Iguana."  To which Woman replied, "Oh, a lizard?"  Ok??  She continued to make comments about his pictures that seemed a bit obvious.  As we neared the bus stop, Man says, "Well, I enjoyed seeing you.  I won't be at work tomorrow.  Seems like I never took time off."  Woman says, "I missed you while you were gone.  I bet you didn't miss me."  Man says, "Actually, I did miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story:  My instincts tell me something is going on with these two.  I would guess they are tinkering on the verge of an affair.  This is not really my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it interesting the things that I get to hear on the bus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6742982765806067681?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6742982765806067681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6742982765806067681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6742982765806067681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6742982765806067681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/bus-beats.html' title='Bus Beats'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-4577362896576478720</id><published>2008-10-23T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:37:43.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkin' Out My Tunes</title><content type='html'>Just scanning through iTunes looking for some new music and was wondering.... who have you not seen in concert but would like to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elton John&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Van Morrison&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Al Green&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beyonce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aretha Franklin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-4577362896576478720?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/4577362896576478720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=4577362896576478720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4577362896576478720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/4577362896576478720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/checkin-out-my-tunes.html' title='Checkin&apos; Out My Tunes'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-3746058041274744686</id><published>2008-10-23T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:48:12.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Gone Green - kind of</title><content type='html'>No, not because my last name is Green.  And, not because I really like the color green.  And, not because Green is my son's favorite color.  I just realized today that by riding the bus to my job everyday, I am actually contributing to the Green efforts.  Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to contribute.  I am not quite ready to put my plastics in a separate bag for recycling everyday.  I try hard to turn the water off while I brush my teeth.  And, I've always thought it would be cool to live in a house that is powered by Solar.  (Don't quite have the money for that yet.)  Other than these, I never could figure out how I could be Green for my lifestyle.  Now, I am contributing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to contribute?  And try to not rub it in my face..  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-3746058041274744686?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3746058041274744686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=3746058041274744686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3746058041274744686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3746058041274744686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-gone-green-kind-of.html' title='I&apos;ve Gone Green - kind of'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-3280193634746233961</id><published>2008-10-21T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:48:52.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort in a Bowl</title><content type='html'>We all have those foods that just seem to make us feel better at times.  They are called "Comfort Foods."  For a brief moment, placing that comfort food in your mouth sends a pleasing signal from your taste buds to your brain.  I can't help but wonder if they actually cause your brain to release serotonin too.  Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the day and the moment, I have several comfort foods:  chips &amp;amp; chili con queso, oxtails, ice cream, chocolate, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POPCORN.. yep, I said popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SP510ACYT0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ig2Zj_b8xWI/s1600-h/popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259770951038947138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SP510ACYT0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ig2Zj_b8xWI/s320/popcorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter what movie I am seeing at the theatre, I would swear that I actually get more excited about the popcorn than the movie.  Popcorn is dinner for me on occasion.  Unlike those who choose to scoop up a handful and throw it in their mouth, I like to eat it one piece at a time.  Love the crunch and love the flavor.. with the right toppings, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to eat it regularly with M&amp;amp;M's.  Salty, sweet.. YUMMY!  Now my taste buds prefer these two toppings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SP51s_4dN8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/0bO3Y2L3BD4/s1600-h/Popcorn+toppings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259770830738241474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SP51s_4dN8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/0bO3Y2L3BD4/s320/Popcorn+toppings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parmesan and Butter Topping.  The butter gives the popcorn that oily flavor like at the movies. The parmesan adds just the right cheesy flavor.  Either way, when I am in the mood, popcorn most certainly serves as one of my comforts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you like on your popcorn?&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/141117832501972738-3280193634746233961?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3280193634746233961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=3280193634746233961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3280193634746233961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3280193634746233961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/comfort-in-bowl.html' title='Comfort in a Bowl'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SP510ACYT0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ig2Zj_b8xWI/s72-c/popcorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6307147494724479797</id><published>2008-10-19T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:54:31.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today has been an exciting day in the Green household. I present to you the newest edition to our animal kingdom: Sassy. She's an 11 wk old pomeranian. We decided to get her more for Sophie's sake than ours. We thought it would be nice for Sophie to have a companion. But, Kelley and I have fallen in love with her just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259017490284856898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPvIiz_-xkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EJBQ6H7O_e0/s320/100_0930.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sassy absolutely fits her personality. She is a furry mess. Gets into everything already. Best of all, Sophie loves her!!! Zoe has been indifferent about the situation. I can just imagine her thinking, "Sigh! Not another one."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259017255455322466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPvIVJMQcWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/D9mR4yHQb4g/s320/100_0932.jpg" border="0" /&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/141117832501972738-6307147494724479797?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6307147494724479797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6307147494724479797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6307147494724479797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6307147494724479797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sassy-sunday.html' title='Sassy Sunday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPvIiz_-xkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EJBQ6H7O_e0/s72-c/100_0930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-7527317829568217113</id><published>2008-10-17T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:11:11.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3lb. Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPjRUwe4Q9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zcfvFsh0OnU/s1600-h/az74b_argons_brain_103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258182719497061330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPjRUwe4Q9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zcfvFsh0OnU/s320/az74b_argons_brain_103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, this isn't another post about weight!  I read somewhere that the average brain weighs about 3lbs. (Interesting fact, I know.)  Hence, the reference to 3lbs in the title.  By the way, I would like to point out that the reason why we are all gaining weight is probably because we are getting smarter and our brain weighs more.  Hmmmm...think about that for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to give you a small glimpse into my crazy head.  Thoughts that run through my brain.  I am not sure if this happens when you become a mother and it just never goes away.  Or, do all people do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  What the heck are you talking about, Mary???  I am talking about random, gruesome thoughts that just pop into my head.  For instance, (get ready, this may be a bit twisted) you know that I am having this dilemna about my dog while I am at work?  My sweet, highly intelligent Sophie!  Last week, I came up with this great idea to block her from the front room and stairs.  She still has plenty of room to roam in the living room and kitchen which prove to not have as much "stuff" that she can destroy.  So, I propped these shelf thingies against a couple of chairs.  Voila!  She is now blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one particular day, I left my adorable kitty in the house.  That would be Zoe.  I am on the bus headed for home.  And, all of a sudden, I think.. Oh know!  What if Zoe tried to jump over the shelf thingies and they fell over on top of her and I get home and she's hurt or dead?  What the he**???  Where did that thought come from?  Why would I even think something like that?  Then, I take it even further to wonder how I would react.  What would I do???  It's sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the first time that I've had these crazy thoughts.  When my son was a baby, I used to have them all of the time.  Some are too horrible to repeat.  But, I would just all of sudden think, what would I do if I fell down the stairs while holding him?  What if I accidentally dropped him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't misunderstand me.  These are not plotting type of thoughts.  They literally are crazy things that all of sudden pop up.  I have to tell myself to stop and then force myself to think about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, after talking to many mothers, I did find out that seems to be normal when you first become a mother.  And, it never seems to go away because you have similar thoughts as your children get older.  Like when they are teens and first start driving, you can't but have horrible worries about them getting into an accident.  But, tell me, does this happen to you?  For my not quite mother's yet readers, do your thoughts kind of freak you out some times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-7527317829568217113?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/7527317829568217113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=7527317829568217113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7527317829568217113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/7527317829568217113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/3lb-thoughts.html' title='3lb. Thoughts'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPjRUwe4Q9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zcfvFsh0OnU/s72-c/az74b_argons_brain_103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1978461379783327508</id><published>2008-10-14T17:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:59:27.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What questions would you ask?</title><content type='html'>As my bus home made it's usual stops on Travis St. in Downtown Houston, I had the opportunity to observe a homeless man.  He was probably in his 60's.  Or, possibly just looked worn down in his 50's.  His clothes tattered.  His socks black on the bottom.  His face unshaven. I watched as he picked up small pieces of paper, tore them into even smaller pieces, and threw them in a small cardboard box.  During this exercise, he constantly talked to himself.  I could only wonder what topics he was covering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me think of some topics that I would like to discuss with him.  Specifically, I have some questions:&lt;br /&gt;1.  What life events led you into this situation?&lt;br /&gt;2.  Did you live a society defined "normal" life at one time?&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do you have children?  Don't you think they are worried about you?&lt;br /&gt;4.  Where is your family?  Isn't there someone out there who is missing you?&lt;br /&gt;5.  Are you content with your life?&lt;br /&gt;6.  How long have you been homeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless (is that a word?), I feel pretty certain that he is not the type to hold even a semi-intelligent conversation.  I could be wrong.  My questions will never be answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped feeling sorry for the homeless years ago.  That's not to say that I am now callous and uncaring about them.  I have just found that most choose that lifestyle.  Those that don't want to be homeless usually find a way out even if it does take some time in some instances.  It seems that our world was created to have these variations in lifestyles.  We, of course, label them as "classes."  But, is it really a "class" when certain people choose to live a lifestyle which doesn't conform to the norm of society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me.. what questions would you ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1978461379783327508?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1978461379783327508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1978461379783327508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1978461379783327508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1978461379783327508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-questions-would-you-ask.html' title='What questions would you ask?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-6845832350289137306</id><published>2008-10-13T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:53:13.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The IQ of a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPP5BknkMdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NIC1g-BX56A/s1600-h/100_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256818995476312530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPP5BknkMdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NIC1g-BX56A/s320/100_0567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That would really be the IQ of MY dog. Such a smart one she is... dogs are like your children. Everyone always thinks their dog is the smartest and the cutest. Of course, we all know mine IS the smartest and cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell her to get her ball. What does she do? Looks around until she finds it. That is as long as she isn't distracted by a bug, or the cat, or a leaf, or.. you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ask her if she wants to check the mail. She immediately runs to the drawer where I keep the mailbox key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ask her if she wants to go "bye-bye" and she immediately runs to the door and then to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk across the street, I tell her to stay and she lays in the front yard until I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am sure that I could go on and on... but this highly intelligent dog can't seem to figure out that she isn't supposed to chew on computer wires, file folders, and any miscellaneous items left on the bottom shelf of my coffee table!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this ongoing guilt trip about what to do with her while I am at work. My sweet mom has convinced me that it is torture for her to stay in her kennel all day long. So, I've tried leaving her out in the house but blocked from going upstairs. The first two days were great. I came home to no surprises and a very happy (highly intelligent) dog. That's it!! I got two days of the good girl. Ever since then I have come home to one disappointing surprise after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried one day to leave her in the backyard, knowing full well that she would probably tear up my flower garden. Well, this sweet, highly intelligent dog didn't even touch my flowers. Why?? Because, she managed to find her way out of the back yard only to greet me happily at the garage door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!!!! I don't know what to do. Would it be reasonable for me to hire a nanny????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-6845832350289137306?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/6845832350289137306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=6845832350289137306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6845832350289137306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/6845832350289137306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/iq-of-dog.html' title='The IQ of a Dog'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPP5BknkMdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NIC1g-BX56A/s72-c/100_0567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-79374196018587210</id><published>2008-10-12T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:27:47.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Voyage</title><content type='html'>Well, it wasn't quite a voyage. Kelley and I were out and about on our motorcycles. That's kind of a voyage. We rode across town (for those of you familiar with Houston, you know that is truly a voyage.) Our favorite motorcycle shop was having some festivities. It's their way of attracting new buyers but always turns out to be a nice afternoon. They have music, food, sodas, and sportbike tricks. The sportbike tricks are incredible. These guys really master handling their bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256408708870875090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPKD3v6Ep9I/AAAAAAAAANA/7YnaDmvIGdQ/s320/100_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256408712633493938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPKD397JqbI/AAAAAAAAANI/vZhCM81r4pA/s320/100_0889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256408715125591090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPKD4HNUDDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/P9nMU_uLxE0/s320/100_0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world of biking has changed from many years ago.  I would say in the 70's being a biker meant you were rough and tough and possibly a troublemaker.  But, in today's time, being a biker is really just enjoying the ride.  Some enjoy it for the speed, some enjoy it for the cruise.  I most definitely enjoy the cruise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fesitivies at the bike shop always lends itself to a variety of bikers.  I think my favorite thing to do is just look at each bike.  It seems that a person's personality comes out in their bike.  If you've seen mine, you would probably say the same about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few of my favorite bikes of the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256409112617669586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPKEPP-z09I/AAAAAAAAANo/rtnWyXh2JtI/s320/100_0894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256409116477010962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPKEPeW8tBI/AAAAAAAAANw/NB6Rj-QPOWU/s320/100_0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256408716079051378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPKD4KwosnI/AAAAAAAAANY/ffLie0ox4Is/s320/100_0895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256408720900233026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPKD4cuGF0I/AAAAAAAAANg/ZyGuvDrJipo/s320/100_0899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-79374196018587210?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/79374196018587210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=79374196018587210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/79374196018587210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/79374196018587210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-voyage.html' title='Saturday Voyage'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SPKD3v6Ep9I/AAAAAAAAANA/7YnaDmvIGdQ/s72-c/100_0882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-3789845638444837439</id><published>2008-10-09T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:27:16.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight a Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lacylike.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lacy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://marizee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kayla&lt;/a&gt; have recently posted blogs about their weight. It appears that there is a rampant disease going around called GAINING WEIGHT. So, I thought it only appropriate to provide my perspective on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have ever visited their blogs, you will notice that both of my nieces are beautiful, sexy, lovely, gorgeous young ladies. They are by no means overweight. None the less, they are a bit agitated with their current weight situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly have my moments where I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I weighed much less than I do now. I've had my moments when I &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weighed much less than I do now. I've had my moments when I have &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vowed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to weigh much less than I do now. Through all of these moments, I have decided that when it's time to do something then I am sure I will. Until that magical moment, I reside myself to being me. LOL - I explained to Lacy today that I prefer to refer to myself as 'chubby' not fat or overweight. Chubby just sounds sooo much better and it's kind of cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to post some encouraging words about accepting your body. Our world is so distorted around this topic. When I did an internet search on "accepting your weight," what did I get? Jenny Craig, Tips to lose weight, Effective weight management... AAGGHHH!!! So much for the encouraging words... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my wonderful nieces, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL THE WAY THAT YOU ARE!!  (Here they are in all of their glory.  Lacy on the left.  Kayla on the right.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255345177982677842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SO68mGm4M1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ja-0r5Vp-5M/s400/mary_green_three_girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-3789845638444837439?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3789845638444837439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=3789845638444837439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3789845638444837439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3789845638444837439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/weight-minute.html' title='Weight a Minute'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SO68mGm4M1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ja-0r5Vp-5M/s72-c/mary_green_three_girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-8150709578246189721</id><published>2008-10-08T21:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:18:01.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$1500 Vacation</title><content type='html'>Kelley and I are planning a trip for his birthday. It's easier to plan trips around his birthday because most of the cold weather has subsided and it provides us with more options. We really don't want to spend more than $1500 total for flights and hotel. Apparently, this is waaayyy to much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd like to go somewhere like this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254968738373964882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SO1mObyQFFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8NrY1z6snpo/s320/Cabo+San+Lucas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Or, maybe somewhere like this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254968736130492194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SO1mOTbXZyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vUYTcx1Upb4/s320/Jamaica.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or, wherever HE is....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254968742574350978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SO1mOrbs4oI/AAAAAAAAAMw/voijtfIVbDM/s320/miami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oops...sorry...oh yeah, I'm married... back to the topic. We checked on Miami, Cabo San Lucas, thought about going to Atlantic City and trying to "jaunt" over to NYC. SIGH!!! Having fun is expensive!! I mean come on...I'm a spoiled girl who likes to have a spoiled time. I know we can go somewhere exciting on the $1500 budget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where? Where? Where? Help me out folks! Here is my want list:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunny beaches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice Hotel on the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close to lots of fun entertainment - walking distance is most preferable or easy public transportation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I asking too much??? :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side topic #1:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you noticed the link in my blog list: Lookin' For LadyBugs. Well, that happens to belong to none other than my wonderful sister, Leisa. Come on fam-i-namily!! Send some encouragement her way. Let her know that we are all awaiting that first blog. We all know that she has it in her. (P.S. If she uses the excuse that she doesn't remember her login info, tell her that I do!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side topic #2:&lt;/strong&gt;  Visit &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linda at 2nd Cup of Coffee&lt;/a&gt;.  She has posted an interesting and disheartening video about lemons in your water at restaraunts.  Ugh!  What is this world coming too?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-8150709578246189721?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/8150709578246189721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=8150709578246189721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8150709578246189721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/8150709578246189721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/1500-vacation.html' title='$1500 Vacation'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SO1mObyQFFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8NrY1z6snpo/s72-c/Cabo+San+Lucas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-2756525978189372552</id><published>2008-10-03T07:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:42:55.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulful Journey</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a friend who drains your energy? Maybe the relationship is based on false pretenses? Or, maybe they drain your energy because of all of the drama that is swirling in their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252928894154589810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SOYm_354RnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/w5i0LAewJh4/s320/100_0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As I have aged, I have developed a keen sense for identifying true friends in my life. Seriously, true friends should be like family. They should love you unconditionally and be there for you in the good times and the bad. I am blessed in that I have that type of friend in &lt;a href="http://discovercreatedream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeanette&lt;/a&gt;. She and I have known each other for almost 10 years now. Our friendship has grown through the years and I do consider her family, as she does me. We are just there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252928897627228722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SOYnAE10ijI/AAAAAAAAAMI/piumKm3VsjY/s320/100_0380.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://discovercreatedream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeanette&lt;/a&gt; has been on a soulful journey over the last 4 or so years. That's not to say that she wasn't prior to that time. But, a reduction in force at her job set her on a path which has been absolutely enjoyable and awesome at times to watch. She no longer has to work a 9-5. Her time is spent doing things that she wants to do. This includes spiritual exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252928896261807506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SOYm__wR3ZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2_K-fHV4kz8/s320/100_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of her, I have chosen to "steal" her latest blog post which she stole from HER favorite blogger. :-) I love these questions! You can visit Jeanette at &lt;a href="http://discovercreatedream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Discover, Create, Dream&lt;/a&gt;. I encourage you to steal these as well. Have fun with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your writing process?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it! When a topic hits me then I write about it. I don't keep a schedule and am by no means consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your greatest creative inspirations?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People and colors. Yes, I did say colors. People inspire me because I am fascinated with their lives and behaviors. There are so many topics in my mind about people. But, I do hold back sometimes due to the controversy that might be stirred up. Colors inspire me in my jewelry making. I tend to fixate on a color for a period of time and purchase the same color of beads in different styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your greatest creative barriers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress and depression. Stress tends to hold me back because it wears me down. I may still have creative thoughts while stressed but am too tired to articulate them. I suffer from mini-episodes of depression. I just have periods throughout the year when all is black and hopeless. Unfortunately, I have grown used to these episodes and basically just have to ride them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you stay honest in your writing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I am not sure. My mom raised me to be brutally honest. I think it could probably be a fault at times. It's just not my nature to be dishonest. Maybe, my dishonesty is not necessarily lying but ommission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you manage your life (family, partners, children, friends, etc.) when you are writing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is truly a non-issue for me. I write when inspired. I guess the dog is my biggest distraction. LOL - But, she knows how to get my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family. I love my family sooo much! The word has so much meaning. It makes me feel good inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your least favorite word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one word that is my least favorite. I don't like corporate buzz words and sayings. For example: Wrap our arms around it, Robust, Feedback, etc. LOL - At my last job, there was a new buzz word probably about every month. I don't know if there was department or something that would distribute the word. But, it seemed like once someone began using it, the buzz word of the month would then spread like wildfire throughout the company. Robust was one that really grated on my nerves. "We can help you create a ROBUST benefits package." "You'll find the plan to be very ROBUST." I am sorry. Robust means: strong and healthy, rich and full bodied. How in the heck is a benefits plan strong and healthy or rich full bodied????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What sound or noise do you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter. I love the sound of my family's laughter when we are together. I love the sound of people in public laughing, crowds laughing, baby's laughter, just laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What sound or noise do you hate? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repitive noises, like dings, or bells, or someone making a repititive noise. When my son was around 7 or 8. He used to make this clicking noise with his tounge. I don't know why he did it but it used to drive me nuts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite curse word? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I say it all the time. LOL - I guess it makes me feel grown up. I don't know why I say it. Even at 41, my mom scolds me everytime I say it. "Mary, you shouldn't be saying that. Stop saying that word!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A song/band/type of music you'd risk wreck &amp;amp; injury to turn off when it comes on the radio? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None comes to mind. I can tolerate almost anything. There are just certain types of music that I may not be able to listen to for a length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best show on television?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forensic Files. I am always so amazed at how people think they can get away with murder. And, then, I am amazed how the cops and detectives catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite movie? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat. I love Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino, especially when they act in the same movie. I love the various plots in this movie. There are so many interesting relationships going on: Robert and Al, Robert and the woman, Val Kilmer and his wife, Val and Robert. I could watch this movie over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite room in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen. Not because I love to cook. But, it's where my family always tends to gather. Also, it's just a great room to piddle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best concert?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Seger!!! My sister's turned me on to Bob when I was younger. The 3 of us love his music. I always told my sisters that I wanted us to go to one of his concerts if he ever toured again. At this point, he was pretty much retired. Lo and Behold, he did just that years ago and we went!! It was a great time. We had drinks and mexican food before the concert. We laughed (had a little drama), sang to the songs. It was fun sister time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brass or strings? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, most definitely brass. I love old Motown! The horns are what throw Motown over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could have anything put on a t-shirt what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not as mean as I look." LOL - Many people are intimidated by me. I think it may be because I wear too many expressions on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best part about being your age?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more confident. My insecurities seemed to be more just minor facts about me. For instance, my weight - Ok.. so I need to lose some weight... I just don't let it bother me like I used to. I want to look all svelt, sexy, and thin. But, I am still pretty darn cute and sexy the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Girl Scout cookie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like Girl Scout cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poker or gin or bridge?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin. I am pretty darn good at it. Much better at it than poker. I don't know how to play bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shower or bath? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower, shower, shower. Can't stand soaking in my own dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite pajamas? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... what pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightmare job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales. No thanks! No thanks! No thanks! And, that's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A talent you wish you had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of gab. Is that a talent? I just wish I was the type of person who could talk about anything. If I am not interested in a topic, I can't really BS about it and people can tell that I am not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a place in mind. But, I can't wait for the day when all of the women in my family can take a "girl" vacation. We have so much fun together. I would love to spend time with just them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's on your nightstand? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... it's really just a mess right now. We bought beautiful furniture but haven't gotten to the part of actually "fixin" up the room. So, right now, dog shampoo, the TV remote, my makeup bag, and some paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 weird things about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't share popcorn at the movies. LOL - And I will tell you that if we ever go together. I just don't like it. I like to have my own. This way, I can put as much butter and salt as I like and I don't have to wait for you to get your grubby hands out before I get more. Lucky for me, Kelley doesn't like popcorn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a fanatic about being on time. My niece, Kayla, recently blogged about her sister causing her to be late for school all the time and how it made her a nervous wreck. Well, it must be a family trait. I can't stand to be late even if you are supposed to show up fashionably late. If I am late, my stomach gets all tied up in knots and I fret until I arrive at my destination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a closet techie nerd. I love new technology. I love to learn about computers. I could hang out with the Microsoft geeks and soak up their knowledge like a sponge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-2756525978189372552?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/2756525978189372552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=2756525978189372552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2756525978189372552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/2756525978189372552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/10/soulful-journey.html' title='Soulful Journey'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SOYm_354RnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/w5i0LAewJh4/s72-c/100_0158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1871548048334053101</id><published>2008-09-30T19:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:30:24.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I See What You Are Saying</title><content type='html'>I am participating in the "I See What You Are Saying" festivities from &lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;2nd-cup-of-coffee's blogspot&lt;/a&gt;. Her blog is quite entertaining and I enjoy reading it when I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. for some reason, I can't post the video that I made for this fun day. I guess it was too large. Bummer! So, here's a previously posted video of me and my mom waiting for Hurricane Ike to hit. I was keeping my family updated via my blog until we lost power at about 2am on Saturday morning. (Hence, the "I love you" sign-off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks.. nothing fun and creative on this one. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dfb08c2240d44799" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfb08c2240d44799%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C96DB8BB5A5096AF2AB1A8CB23431F3D1F88742.81921F810DE619E94FA992A88535BE41DA76B306%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfb08c2240d44799%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds5HJq-2SMxxqd--gdVRZKwFHfao&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddfb08c2240d44799%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C96DB8BB5A5096AF2AB1A8CB23431F3D1F88742.81921F810DE619E94FA992A88535BE41DA76B306%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddfb08c2240d44799%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds5HJq-2SMxxqd--gdVRZKwFHfao&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-1871548048334053101?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dfb08c2240d44799&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/1871548048334053101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=1871548048334053101' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1871548048334053101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/1871548048334053101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-see-what-you-are-saying.html' title='I See What You Are Saying'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-3266773031775750377</id><published>2008-09-25T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:52:30.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Good News(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have 2 good news items for the day. Well, actually, I probably have way more than that but these are the 2 that I am most excited about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally have my internet back!!!! Woohoo! I can reconnect with the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I start my job on Monday at &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250141888988196802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SNxAO0mKL8I/AAAAAAAAALw/5mBP4uGkzmA/s320/Chevron+Logo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WOOHOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/141117832501972738-3266773031775750377?l=maryanngreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/feeds/3266773031775750377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=141117832501972738&amp;postID=3266773031775750377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3266773031775750377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/141117832501972738/posts/default/3266773031775750377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryanngreen.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-good-newss.html' title='2 Good News(s)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00389147085860061172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SHKdldJNWJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KGmMlhKhxD8/S220/Mary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rt2Wqto1s1M/SNxAO0mKL8I/AAAAAAAAALw/5mBP4uGkzmA/s72-c/Chevron+Logo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141117832501972738.post-1951495606335172205</id><published>2008-09-25T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:00:47.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Walkin' Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My intent was for this to be a non-Hurricane post.  However, after taking Sophie on a walk through the neighborhood, my thoughts are now back on the aftermath of Hurricane Ike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is typically a quiet stroll through the neighborhood is now filled with sounds of generators running for houses still without power, nails being pounded into new fence boards, roofers pulling away at shingles, and chainsaws cutting away at fallen branches.  The streets are lined with piles and piles of branches and other miscellaneous debris.  Some of the piles are taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked the streets, I continue to be thankful that we all have our homes.  Thankful that our damage is reparable.  Thankful that we still have a roof over our heads.  Galvestonians were allowed to return to the island on Wednesday.  My heart goes out to that community.  Many people are returning to slabs where homes used to be.  Others are returning to water sogged, sand filled homes and all of their belongings destroyed.  All of the residents are returning to 3rd world country type living conditions - no power, no water, and very few resources (gas, food, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw on the news yesterday where our energy company stated that 93% of it's customers lost power.  We were literally moments away from the energy company experiencing a total failure of their systems.  Because this wasn't a total failure, they have been able to restore power to about 75 - 80% of customers within a short amount of time.  Approximately 100,000 customers are still without power.  I know these customers are miserable and inconvienced but seriously folks!  Remember those in Galvestons who are left with NOTHING.  Power is the last thing on their minds..they don't even know where they will live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure that we will continue to hear stories about this storm for a very long time.  Parents of today will be telling their grandchildren of tomorrow about the loss, suffering, and survival.  I can only reiterate over and over.. 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