<?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-5184912872520509973</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:07:53.832-08:00</updated><category term='salvation'/><category term='wedding planning'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='trip tips'/><category term='finding joy'/><category term='deer'/><category term='divorce.'/><category term='crap list.'/><category term='change'/><category term='bad hair and face day'/><category term='home improvement'/><category term='the real deal'/><category term='oversleeping'/><category term='Christmas list'/><category term='wasting time'/><category term='good blogs'/><category term='Christmas joy'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='joy'/><category term='aging'/><category term='hope'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='job'/><category term='blogs of note'/><category term='Reality check'/><category term='heart concert'/><category term='wedding ideas'/><category term='Bono'/><category term='Crappy music'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='s&apos;mores'/><category term='not so crappy music'/><category term='family'/><category term='U2'/><category term='indoor fun'/><category term='Thanksgiving memories'/><category term='daddy-o'/><category term='vote'/><category term='summer activities'/><category term='the eagles'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='painting'/><category term='kids'/><category term='heartache'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>A day in the life...</title><subtitle type='html'>No day is the same and yet each is a blessing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-929352179123084231</id><published>2010-01-21T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:25:35.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am digging right now</title><content type='html'>I am really enjoying the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keurig&lt;/span&gt;  coffee machine.  My husband purchased one for our family.  It is wonderful.  It brews one cup of coffee (or tea, mocha, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt;, hot chocolate, etc) at a time.  It has 5 drink sizes to choose from.  It brews a delightful cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; in less than 90 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stratego&lt;/span&gt;.  Santa gave this classic game to Jack and we've been playing it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Smoothies.  We have been on a smoothie kick for a good month now.  We use a mix of mango, pineapple, strawberries and peaches with a splash of orange juice and ice cubes.  We also throw in a little banana from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Fleece active wear.  It's cold and fleece keeps me warm- enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Thurs. night television.  The office and 30 rock are two of the funniest shows on t.v. right now.  Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Sent bug.  Bath and Body have come out with this little fan type thing that holds a disc which you apply their wonderful oil scents on.  push the button and  your house smells great.  Bonus is that unlike a candle you can't burn the house down with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  YMCA feel good basketball league.  My boy child is currently playing and it's so much fun to watch those little 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders play.  Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;entertainment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Colorful scarves.  When it's grey and bleak outside a bright little coat with a sassy scarf brightens my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  My kids playing piano.  They have been more active in practicing which is really wonderful.  Better yet, I think they may be enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  The hope of Spring.  With every day that passes we are one day closer to Spring.  One day closer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-929352179123084231?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/929352179123084231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=929352179123084231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/929352179123084231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/929352179123084231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-am-digging-right-now.html' title='Things I am digging right now'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-6250842814115185116</id><published>2010-01-05T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:58:18.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad and The Ugly</title><content type='html'>I decided that I would write a little about myself.  I think that I am misread quite often.  So here goes and this is going to be random off the top of my head stuff but it's truthful.  Some of this is crap my family knows.  Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite words is crap.  I once spent the night in jail.  I stole candy from my grandpa's store when I was 8 years old and had to return it and apologize- I was so ashamed.  I am afraid of snakes.  I refer to of my dearest friends as "The Hand" - these people have been very important in my walk with the Lord and I love them as if they were my family.  I hate confrontation.  I am very tenderhearted.  I read books to my kids while in the womb.  My grandpa was my best friend when I was a kid.  I wanted to elope because I don't like being the center of attention and I don't like all the fussiness of weddings.  I didn't elope and was sick for the 6 mo. leading up to my wedding.  When I was 40 I wrote a letter to my dad cutting all ties with him and his family.  I was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Night Line&lt;/span&gt; back in 1990- I was outside of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;White House&lt;/span&gt; protesting the Gulf War.  I am not a suck up and I don't parlay my way into friendships by kissing butts.  If I give out a complement it is honest and heartfelt.  I hate to see people hurting.  I have had 2 miscarriages, I married my best friend, I had the most unconventional childhood known to man. I was a nanny out east for several years. I like to have a cocktail from time to time but I will never get blitzed because I don't want to subject my children to that kind of stupidity.  I was a teenage alcoholic.  I miss my grandpa.  My siblings and I raised ourselves.  I don't handle chaos well.  I love to entertain  and serve my loved ones.  I love to sing but can't carry a tune.  I love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roller skate&lt;/span&gt;.  I want to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bono&lt;/span&gt; and his wife.  I am extremely critical and judgemental- something I am really trying to work on.  I love being at home.  I love to sleep.  My favorite article of clothing is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pj's&lt;/span&gt;.  I am afraid of electronics.  I wish I could buy the house next to mine and move my mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;g-ma&lt;/span&gt; into it so I could care for them as they age.  I didn't understand salvation until I was 32 and it was the most wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mind blowing&lt;/span&gt; thing that has ever happened to me.  I can't wait to meet Jesus.  I really love the small town I live in.  I respect people who have more than 2 kids- I honestly don't know how they get everything done.  I love old black and white movies.  My favorite movie is, "It's a Wonderful Life."  I love glitter and sparkles.  I view food as an art medium.  I like quiet.  I'm afraid of rejection.  I do not partake in the "one up" game.  I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;germ freak&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not competitive but I love to play games.  I wish I could play the piano.  If I could have surgery to fix a part of my body it would be laser eye surgery or a nose job- if someone else was paying for it I'd get the nose job.  I was a crappy friend when I was younger and extremely selfish.  I was a cheerleader in high school for 3 years but was unable to try out my Senior year because they made all try out candidates take a sports test (football and basketball terminology)  I totally failed the test but was voted outstanding pep club member my senior year.  I once let a complete stranger off the street parallel park my car in downtown Washington D.C.  I didn't care about my grades in high school.  I took art classes at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Corcoran&lt;/span&gt; School of Art in D.C.  I love candy and sweets.  I love my kids enjoy them so much.  I think my husband is a lot like my grandpa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;g-pa&lt;/span&gt; was a great man of character.  I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me.  Full of flaws.  I have a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; to do.  Who doesn't?  This is my road to travel and I am enjoying the ride.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-6250842814115185116?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/6250842814115185116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=6250842814115185116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6250842814115185116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6250842814115185116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, The Bad and The Ugly'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-4240209744840717307</id><published>2010-01-04T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:17:43.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 months- 12 ideas</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am not a fan of the whole resolution thing however, I do like the thought of making improvements and changes in my life.  So, here is a list of things I'd like to work on, try, incorporate into my life.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Limit my computer use to 1/2 hr. daily.  I do not need more time than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Perform random acts of kindness - I think it is important to give love in simple but thoughtful ways.  I'd like to be able to make someones day without them knowing who's behind the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Prepare fresh and healthy meals for my family on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Show appreciation to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Get or make some lovely stationery and write letters instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; or sending emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Make a point to have date night with my husband on a more regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Make a thoughtful gift for someone I love and do something thoughtful for someone I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Write letters to my children telling them what I adore about each of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Have board game night weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Create a month of meals and shopping list to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Get in the Word more and get more involved in my church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Shine for Jesus and live to serve him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus is my focus than I think the other things will just fall into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-4240209744840717307?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/4240209744840717307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=4240209744840717307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4240209744840717307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4240209744840717307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2010/01/12-months-12-ideas.html' title='12 months- 12 ideas'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-750639428056195548</id><published>2010-01-01T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:36:40.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><title type='text'>A New Year- A New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sz6UXzdb8yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6brM2oUSDDg/s1600-h/baby+brother+home+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sz6UXzdb8yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6brM2oUSDDg/s320/baby+brother+home+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421934138072232738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is 2010.  I haven't blogged in nearly 1/2 a year.  Time gets away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking  about time, quality of time, how to spend time, whom to spend time with and the fact that we don't know how much time we have in this life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this life I'm promised and infinity of time- perfect time with Jesus.  I can't wait for that.  But, right now I am thinking of my earthly time.  What does God want me to do with this time?  How do I spend it and am I  honoring Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think how much of it I have wasted.  Thousands of hours of mistakes.  It's a continuous battle on some levels.  I have spent hours wondering why this or that person dislikes me, or why I have to do something.  I've let anger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jealousy&lt;/span&gt;, and judgment take up my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let go of the crap that wastes my time I'd have a lot of free time on my hands- time that could be used positively.  How to keep accountable?  Pray God will give me the right attitude and strength to stay away from the dark side.  To use my power for good not evil.  So in this new year I have a renewed hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a resolution person.  I think it's the best way to set ones self up for failure.  This year I will continue to have my "Happy New Day"  attitude but my hope is that I will refer to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your light shine.&lt;br /&gt;Be a source of strength&lt;br /&gt;and courage.&lt;br /&gt;Share your wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Radiate love.&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wilferd&lt;/span&gt; Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control the actions of others but I can control my actions.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make people like me but I can show love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't assume to know what the future will bring but I can live my life so as to not have regrets or worries.&lt;br /&gt;I can trust that God will guide me and that this journey I take will not be alone or in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  That's how I'm rolling this year.  My next post may have a list.  Perhaps a list of things I'd like to do to make others lives a little bit nicer.  Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 2010 count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-750639428056195548?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/750639428056195548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=750639428056195548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/750639428056195548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/750639428056195548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='A New Year- A New Start'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sz6UXzdb8yI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6brM2oUSDDg/s72-c/baby+brother+home+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-8610824776082141643</id><published>2009-07-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:15:58.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cast is gone but for how long???</title><content type='html'>After what seemed like forever, Jack finally got his cast off last week.  He had a great Dr.  and thought the tool he used to saw off the cast was cool.  He is to take it easy for the next couple of weeks.  What does that mean?  No skate boarding, No diving off the board or going down the water slide, No wrestling, No horse play of any kind and No More Climbing Up Door Frames!!  We'll see how this all goes down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day Jack wore a very appropriate shirt.  The front said, "I bust mine" and the back said, "So I can kick yours!"  The nurse thought it was funny.  Jack said, "I pretty much just stick to what the front of it says- I'm not the fighting type."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is the last time our boy breaks a body part.   Wishful thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD-2wjrvdI/AAAAAAAAALo/zTW1OV0MpcA/s1600-h/DSC03857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD-2wjrvdI/AAAAAAAAALo/zTW1OV0MpcA/s320/DSC03857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364067372899220946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD_Yv3lh-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/7xGrhqs_kYs/s1600-h/DSC03860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD_Yv3lh-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/7xGrhqs_kYs/s320/DSC03860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364067956829816802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD_E-T-qrI/AAAAAAAAALw/3w7wQGweqN4/s1600-h/DSC03858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD_E-T-qrI/AAAAAAAAALw/3w7wQGweqN4/s320/DSC03858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364067617109617330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD_oW4GBWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/y3y6yr5ExQ8/s1600-h/DSC03861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD_oW4GBWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/y3y6yr5ExQ8/s320/DSC03861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364068224998966626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-8610824776082141643?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/8610824776082141643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=8610824776082141643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8610824776082141643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8610824776082141643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/07/cast-is-gone-but-for-how-long.html' title='The cast is gone but for how long???'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SnD-2wjrvdI/AAAAAAAAALo/zTW1OV0MpcA/s72-c/DSC03857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-3572616055859913519</id><published>2009-07-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:50:58.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Hope and Turning 70</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;No one knows how much time they have on this earth.  We are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow but I think it's very easy to take tomorrow for granted.   Yesterday, we celebrated my father-in-law's 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  He didn't want to celebrate and has been in a mood most foul lately.  His health has been questionable the last year or so.  His father and one of his brothers didn't make it to the age of 70.  His other brother died at the age of 76.  He sees the end in site.  This is frightening to him.  Why?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3Zq36lGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/7cmNN1CxqgQ/s1600-h/DSC03883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3Zq36lGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/7cmNN1CxqgQ/s320/DSC03883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363182061855513330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3Zapg9YlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8IU8b_od5X8/s1600-h/DSC03881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3Zapg9YlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8IU8b_od5X8/s320/DSC03881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363181783112049234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3ZI9l1PZI/AAAAAAAAALI/eWrKRNoNLx8/s1600-h/DSC03880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3ZI9l1PZI/AAAAAAAAALI/eWrKRNoNLx8/s320/DSC03880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363181479263550866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3YgxoEqmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3fYJ9Vb4UX0/s1600-h/DSC03878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3YgxoEqmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3fYJ9Vb4UX0/s320/DSC03878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180788856957538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3YMwPmp1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/3KEgw7toEsU/s1600-h/DSC03874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3YMwPmp1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/3KEgw7toEsU/s320/DSC03874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180444888508242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3X9FAe-JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JFHOvVFqUj0/s1600-h/DSC03872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3X9FAe-JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JFHOvVFqUj0/s320/DSC03872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180175584327826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3XurBIw1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/39nxQoS8CeU/s1600-h/DSC03871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3XurBIw1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/39nxQoS8CeU/s320/DSC03871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363179928089576274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that he is missing out on HOPE.  What I mean is this.  He has not accepted Christ as his savior.  He doesn't have the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt;" that he is going to heaven when this life is over.  This hurts my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go jumping through the hoops your whole life:  I am a good neighbor, I go to church, I've been baptized, I've been confirmed, I am kind, I give to the needed, I've been a "good" person my whole life...  this is not what gets you to heaven.  Salvation is quite simple really- we just make it harder than it has to be.  When Jesus was dying on the cross and one of the thieves who was up there on a cross with him said, "Surely you are the Son of God."  Jesus said to him, "Today you will be with me in paradise."  That thief accepted Jesus as his Savior and when he died he was with Jesus.  That thief had never been baptized, attended church, been confirmed etc., and he went to heaven.  Salvation is just an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt; away.  Accepting Christ as your Savior is the only way to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that my father-in-law will see this and ask Jesus in his heart.  I want to know that I will see him again one day in the most perfect of conditions.  I want my children to know that we will be reunited with all our loved ones in heaven one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; asked my mom if she was going to Heaven and my mom replied, "Well, I don't know, I hope so."  Mia said, "Grandma, if you don't know for sure than I'm afraid for you."  My mom then started in on me, "You put her up to this, didn't you?"  "No" I replied, "She asked me if you were going to Heaven and I told her to ask you- I don't know what your standing with Jesus is."   My mom is under the impression that she has done too many bad things and that God won't want her.  The thing is WE all fall short- Meaning we are all sinners.  No one is better than anyone else.  And yet we have a God who loved us enough that he sent his perfect, sinless Son to this world full of sin to take OUR sin to the cross in our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! How amazing is that .  I am a flawed, yucky thing and HE still loves me.  HE wants and loves ALL of us.  The perfect gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I am saying is this.  Every day on earth is a gift.  We have a greater gift waiting for us when we leave this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been young, and now am old; yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 37:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday, Larry.  See the beauty and joy that each day brings and know that you are loved.  Know that there is something grand waiting on the other side of this life and God wants you to be a part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-3572616055859913519?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/3572616055859913519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=3572616055859913519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3572616055859913519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3572616055859913519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope-and-turning-70.html' title='Hope and Turning 70'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Sm3Zq36lGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/7cmNN1CxqgQ/s72-c/DSC03883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-4000374381615951797</id><published>2009-07-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:27:37.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Women who Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZ8tZpXVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5VEJwSTWOQ4/s1600-h/DSC03819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZ8tZpXVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5VEJwSTWOQ4/s320/DSC03819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357763974968991058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZvaYon4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/9vjOUsswikM/s1600-h/DSC03820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZvaYon4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/9vjOUsswikM/s320/DSC03820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357763746526175106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZiT2ugHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/h3nySnxrIjk/s1600-h/DSC03818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZiT2ugHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/h3nySnxrIjk/s320/DSC03818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357763521435041906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZX4kJXkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jaEaNvvdSDE/s1600-h/DSC03817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZX4kJXkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jaEaNvvdSDE/s320/DSC03817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357763342310661698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqTfwmnpwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lc2MAj5C1tY/s1600-h/DSC03822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqTfwmnpwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lc2MAj5C1tY/s320/DSC03822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357756880542738178" border="0" /&gt;Hello people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we took my brother and his children to 10 Minute (our favorite Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;) for a lovely family meal. When it came time to open our fortune cookies we all took turns reading aloud what our fortunes said.  Mine read, " you will always be surrounded by good friends."  My daughter immediate replied, " Wow, mom, that is so true.  You've got some of the best friends around."    My brother than said,  "You must be talking about the ladies I met at your house the other day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fortunate to have the network of friends that I do.  These women are wonderful.  The best part is that they are so uniquely different and each has a beauty that is all their own.  We have been there for each other through times of trial and times of joy.  We can be REAL with one another.  We don't compete against each other.  Our friendship isn't dependant on what we have to gain by having each other in our lives.  Through thick or thin we are there for each other and when one's going through a bump in the road the others will carry her through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are all different there is one key thing that ties us together.  That is our love for Jesus.  When Christ is the center of anything it can't be anything but good.  I am truly humbled by the people He has placed in my life.  Each one of these ladies is such a blessing to me and everyday I thank God for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-4000374381615951797?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/4000374381615951797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=4000374381615951797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4000374381615951797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4000374381615951797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/07/women-who-rock.html' title='Women who Rock!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SlqZ8tZpXVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5VEJwSTWOQ4/s72-c/DSC03819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-3210399388257710308</id><published>2009-06-29T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:30:04.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good blogs'/><title type='text'>Blogs I dig!!</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the blogs I follow on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hereandnow06.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.princesslasertron.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lalalovelythings.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hotdiggityldr.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pleasesirblog.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-3210399388257710308?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/3210399388257710308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=3210399388257710308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3210399388257710308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3210399388257710308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogs-i-dig.html' title='Blogs I dig!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-9021395603922988432</id><published>2009-06-28T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:58:37.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart concert'/><title type='text'>Kickin' it old school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Skfv1WwDOtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NT9JJkyFrVA/s1600-h/summer+09027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Skfv1WwDOtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NT9JJkyFrVA/s320/summer+09027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352510382072347346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Skfti8SFk6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ohpI7vadcqY/s1600-h/summer+09008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Skfti8SFk6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ohpI7vadcqY/s320/summer+09008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352507866706449314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the pleasure of going to a concert with some of my favorite people.  This was no ordinary concert either.  This was old school talent- nothing computer generated and certainly not lip syncing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band of which I speak is Heart.  And let me tell you the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SkfvlFzwOCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1asklc7Ij8k/s1600-h/summer+09015_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SkfvlFzwOCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1asklc7Ij8k/s320/summer+09015_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352510102646568994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y did not disappoint.  I've been listening to their music for decades and they sound as good if not better than they did when they started out in the 70's.  No rust on the singing pipes here.  And Nancy was rockin' the guitar like no other.  Their live performance ranks right up there with U2-  and that coming from me says a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought they were so cool.  I was just a little kid the first time I heard them.  I can still remember my mom playing their albums and me thinking, "Those ladies are rockin' out like the boys- COOL!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was great.  And I learned a few things during the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  People who drink excessively do really stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Eddie Money needs to retire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I have really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  You don't need botox to age gracefully-  Ann and Nancy are proof of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Never, ever take a kid to an outdoor concert where alcohol runs freely-  We saw a boy get a full frontal flash from an  intoxicated 40-50 year old woman who thought she was hot business. Do you think the kid is going to remember the music when he looks back on this memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  Don't hop the fence if you don't have a pass-  you're just asking for trouble and you look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  There are nice people everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  You are only as old as you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  It pays to be responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  My friends offer the best entertainment around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was great and I will be going to see Heart again this fall.  But until then, I'm headed down to the basement to play a little guitar hero- I don't think I'll be able to rock to Barracuda quite like Nancy does though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-9021395603922988432?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/9021395603922988432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=9021395603922988432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/9021395603922988432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/9021395603922988432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/06/kickin-it-old-school.html' title='Kickin&apos; it old school'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/Skfv1WwDOtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NT9JJkyFrVA/s72-c/summer+09027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-4802160619654243266</id><published>2009-06-15T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:43:16.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day X 2</title><content type='html'>I am married to a great guy.  For Mother's day and Father's day we generally gather our little family together for a movie and dinner in the city.  And we did just that- this past weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason I had it in my head that F-Day was Sunday the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;.  I had my kids make their cards and notes to their dad and I had written my sentiments on my card.  We hid them away so he wouldn't see them before Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; arrives.  Happy Father's Day, Tim!!  He enjoyed  opening his cards and then it was off to church.  During greeting time I was sharing the F-Day wish with our male friends at church but thought it odd that these fabulous father's didn't really know how to reply- they just gave me a really confused look.  "Off day", I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Omaha we were discussing our dining options and I said, " we should probably go to the movie and have a late lunch/ early supper to avoid the long wait."  However, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appear&lt;/span&gt; to be busy -" it's the economy" I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful "Father's day.  Until my dear friend Sandy called and informed me that it wasn't Father's day yesterday.  Do you know how many people I talked to about father's day?  Now I know why my dialect was met with a blank stare- Idiot!  I actually had other people thinking yesterday was the big day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to quick call my husband to stop him from giving his dad his F-day gift today.  I thought we were late which is often the case.  Who knew I'd be way ahead of schedule for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is we will get to celebrate Tim again next Sunday.  If anybody deserves a second Father's day it's this guy- he's married to a real airhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-4802160619654243266?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/4802160619654243266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=4802160619654243266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4802160619654243266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4802160619654243266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-x-2.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day X 2'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-1632445363054278735</id><published>2009-06-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:13:27.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s&apos;mores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indoor fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer activities'/><title type='text'>Things to do when it's rainy or too cold to go to the pool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SjNCl1YggeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yc8_PFT9yk4/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SjNCl1YggeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yc8_PFT9yk4/s320/DSC01073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346690400371376610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.  Well summer is coming up fast unfortunately it doesn't feel like it in my neck of the woods.  So in order to keep a swing in my step and not hibernate until the warm weather hits I have a list of freaking fantastic things to do to keep me and the peeps busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  clean and organize.  NO it's not fun but once it's done it's so refreshing.  My kids found some great treasures while cleaning up.  My daughter had forgotten about the sewing machine she got for Christmas until she rediscovered it in a pile- SWEET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Organize photos and work on albums.  My kids love to see old pictures of me and their dad.  Do you remember all those bad fashions of the 80's?  These little bits of humiliation create hours of enjoyment for the peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Read a good book.  I make my kids read a chapter a day.  It's the law.  They may read more if they wish and sometimes they do.  It keeps their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nogs&lt;/span&gt; busy and the house quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sew something.  Now that we've found Mia's machine we are going to try to sew up some aprons and other fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Movie marathon.  The Lord of the Rings Trilogy makes for one long marathon.  If that's not your thing change it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Adventures in baking.  I love to bake but I tend to get into a rut and make the same things over and over.  I think I'm going to try making some sort of recipe for cupcakes- from scratch of coarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Plan a party.  I think I may have a Rock Band party for my friends.  Nothing better than watching a bunch of middle aged chicks trying to perfect tunes by Blue Oyster Cult- Cow bell optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Game night.  We are gamers in this house.  Once my mom and I got into a fierce scrabble-off and played for about 15 hours straight.  That will pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Write a letter.  This is becoming a lost art.  I love to get a written letter or note.  Even better, create a card to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Make indoor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt;.  Take your graham crackers and place them on a cookie sheet.  Put a marshmallow on top and pop them under the broiler for a few.  When the mallows are toasted pop a mini peanut butter cup on top and finish it off with a graham cracker topper.  Voila!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go- a few indoor activities to keep you busy.  Have a great summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-1632445363054278735?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/1632445363054278735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=1632445363054278735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1632445363054278735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1632445363054278735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-to-do-when-its-rainy-or-too-cold.html' title='Things to do when it&apos;s rainy or too cold to go to the pool.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SjNCl1YggeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yc8_PFT9yk4/s72-c/DSC01073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-1174557584246979184</id><published>2009-05-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:19:18.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things and not so good things</title><content type='html'>Music on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;- good.   Listening to Celine Dion in the dentist office- Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee press coffee- Good.  Church coffee- bad. (don't be offended.   It's just that I like mine black as night and church coffee is really weak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends- good.  Mondays- Bad. (only if they are rainy day Mondays- Ask Karen Carpenter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humor- good.  Crabby crusty people-bad.  Lighten up, Man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable denim- good.  High waisted jeans- really bad.  If you want your bum to looked even bigger than it is high waisted denim is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good nights sleep- good.  7 hr. nap- bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field trips with youngsters- good.  Field trips to circus to see scary clowns- bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Michael- good.  Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt;- Bad and don't even get me started on that dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, Good.  Grudge carriers- bad.  It's all about forgiveness, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Cate- good.  Hardly ever getting to see her- bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My retro cruiser- good.  Flat tire- bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorts weather- good.  My jiggly legs- bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hershey almond kisses- good.  Consuming a whole entire bag at once- bad.  It's all about portion control- yeah, tell it to the hormones .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to hang with my bro again- good.  the last 10 years of missing him- bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on- good.  Hate- very, very bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-1174557584246979184?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/1174557584246979184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=1174557584246979184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1174557584246979184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1174557584246979184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-things-and-not-so-good-things.html' title='Good things and not so good things'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2048564690411074102</id><published>2009-03-21T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:23:33.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce.'/><title type='text'>Heart break and new hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/ScUNHEN7MhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fHorZahOoGA/s1600-h/DSC03167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/ScUNHEN7MhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fHorZahOoGA/s320/DSC03167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315669350223131154" border="0" /&gt;Hello Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to blog in quite some time.  The last month has been a real bummer for my family.  Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his wife are getting a divorce. They have been married for almost 17 years.  They have two boys, 13 and 9 (On Sunday).  This has been a difficult thing to deal with because I have seen a big change in my sister-in-law in the last 10 years and it hasn't be a good change.  I feel as though I have let my brother down.  I saw what she was doing and instead of saying, "Hey I have a feeling that your life is in the crapper and I am there for you, Mike."  I did nothing.  Why?   Because I am the biggest Chicken.  I was afraid of Kathy.  I didn't want Mike to have more misery.  But by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cowardice&lt;/span&gt; I think he probably felt alone- for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heartsick right now.  I feel like he had no one to go to.  No one to talk to.  He is hurting.  He loved this woman.  We all did.  He had to make this decision not knowing if he had the backing of his family.  The guilt I feel at this point just cuts me to the quick.  To know he has been suffering for so long and I sat by and did nothing is the most horrible feeling ever.  I let my little brother down- BIG TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't expect you to understand this.  You see, we come from a family of divorce.  My dad left us in the dust when I was 3 and Mike was and infant.  He showed up to a few years later with promises of getting back with my mom only to leave after my sister was born.  My mom was very young and clueless.  She went to college full time to get her nursing degree.  She wasn't around much so we pretty much raised each other.  We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculed&lt;/span&gt; in the town that we lived in.  We went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;parochial&lt;/span&gt; school (remember this is in the 70's)  where were were shamed continually because our parents poor choices.  We were the scum of the earth and only had each other- But that was enough.  ( I will say only by God's grace and guidance did we make it out of that mess alive and He gave us what we needed.  Looking back I can see His constant protection and activity in our lives and I am humbled by it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was a great husband and a wonderful father.  He got his kids to school, picked them up afterward, got them home, did homework with them fed them and got them off to bed- by himself.  He is a very hands on parent.  His boys love him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I am learning is that his estranged (how weird is that word) wife was a big part of my life for the last 20 years.  We were very close.  I was her maid of honor and she was my matron of honor.  We talked all the time.  She was at all our family get-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt;.  She was present at the births of my two children.  She is a big part of our history.  I was looking back at old photos and I just lost it because she in so many of them.  She WAS my sister.  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; she walked away from this family years ago, this is a loss that hurts.  At on point she was a lovely, delightful person but she became a person who seeks worldly things to keep her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff does not bring you happiness- It forms you into a greedy, self-serving, selfish, hurtful, hateful being.  You will never be able to fill the void caused by wanting things because there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; more to want, get, need and one up on.  This cost her her marriage.  My heart breaks for her as well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; angry with her for the way she has hurt her husband and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask that you pray for my brother Mike and his family.  Pray that God would reveal himself to them.  Pray for mental strength and healing.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that my brother and his boys will grow even closer during this trial.  And that God would show them how He can take something hurtful and turn it in to something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is of my bro-in-law Jack, nephews, Noah and Joe and my boy, Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2048564690411074102?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2048564690411074102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2048564690411074102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2048564690411074102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2048564690411074102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-break-and-new-hope.html' title='Heart break and new hope'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/ScUNHEN7MhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fHorZahOoGA/s72-c/DSC03167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-6510171953663625821</id><published>2009-03-02T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:40:53.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality check'/><title type='text'>What I learned this weekend</title><content type='html'>I learned something very important this weekend.  Marshmallows do not look good in bathing suits.  Now I must go and take care of my "Stay Puffed" self.  Dog gone candy and sweets!!  Wish me well on this uphill battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-6510171953663625821?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/6510171953663625821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=6510171953663625821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6510171953663625821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6510171953663625821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-learned-this-weekend.html' title='What I learned this weekend'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-8059645236025168782</id><published>2009-02-24T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:31:00.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the real deal'/><title type='text'>To those about to wed, I salute you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SaS5nhpgw8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/7Gwy43v-urQ/s1600-h/DSC02049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SaS5nhpgw8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/7Gwy43v-urQ/s320/DSC02049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306570349647807426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy a good wedding.  I have been to some great weddings and to some that were a bit wack-a-doo!!!  I think the key to a great wedding is simple- Use Your Noggin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got engaged back in 1994, I was thrilled.  Tim proposed to me while we were watching my favorite movie, It's A Wonderful Life"- He had the ring in between the cushions of the couch.  He had a decoy box nicely wrapped and under the tree- I saw it right away but played it cool and didn't say a word- he asked me if I wanted to open one of my Christmas gifts early- I said, "No that's okay, I can wait."- "Well, I really think you should open that little box under the tree."- Well, maybe later."- "Please, just open it now."-" Well, if it's that important to you I'll open it." So, I unwrap this sweet little box and open it up only to find my confirmation ring- what the........?  As I am looking at this all too familiar ring Tim pulls out the hidden ring box and says, "Perhaps this is what you were looking for!"  I remembering jumping up and down calling my brother and sister and thinking Vegas her we come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not intend on having a big blissful bash- it's not how I roll.  I wanted something very small and very classy- Perhaps somewhere down in the Old Market with a reception at the French Cafe.  I could have easily eloped and been happy with that as well.  It could have been that way had we not told THE PARENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after the engagement was announced Tim's mom was planning how it was all going to go down.  She had gone to some hobby shop and hit the prom decor section.  She had big ballooning, rootykazooty mylar and zippity-do-da ideas.  "Can we please elope? " Came out of my mouth all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We navigated ourselves through the next 8 months without any lengthy hospital stays.  I will say that during this time I had chronic bladder infections, a Miniere's Disease diagnosis, An allergic reaction to Miniere's meds that landed me in the er, and various other health problems. Yes, I was stressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress got to me.  We had over 500 people invited to our wedding and I didn't know any of them.  My mom stepped in knowing I was going to blow.  She took care of the food, and did all of the decorating- She is a Martha Stewart freak so I was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing to prepare for this wedding except bleach my teeth.  I went shopping for my wedding gown the same day I had 3 wisdom teeth pulled.  I was pretty well medicated during the shopping experience. I tried on only 3 dresses and got the dress mom and Gma thought I looked the best in.  It fit, I didn't need to have it altered- which is unheard of when you're short like a hobbit.  I got the bridesmaid dresses off the rack at Younkers.  They were short deep pink knee length with an umpire waist line- flattering on anyone and they could be worn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won our DJ at a wedding open house.  He was worth what we paid.  He played Kenny G after I asked him not to.  He didn't like the fact that we were not doing the garter toss and he was a little bit hacked off that I didn't want a dollar dance.  We did do the Chicken Dance though.   He also pulled off a dollar dance as well.  Our delightful best man charged my sweet grandpa all he had on him to dance with me.  What a guy. Best Man took the dollar dance $$$ to Boomers strip club.  Nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about my wedding- 14 years seems like yesterday.  If I could do it again I would totally do a destination wedding on a beach with my kids and my favorite people.  Maybe for our 20Th anniversary?  HMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the wedding was marrying Tim.  He is a great guy.  He is very much like my sweet little grandpa.  Grandpa told me that God had blessed me with a wonderful young man- He may not be so young anymore but he is every bit if not more Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're planning a wedding here's a list of dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  Make sure you love the person and are on the same page in regards to kids, religion, goals etc.  don't go in thinkin' you are change him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  Decide what kind of wedding you want before announcing the engagement.  That way when in-law to be interrogates you -you can fire back quickly- have a plan in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3  Do not spend more than you can afford.  Debt is a great way to cut the honeymoon phase short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4  Remember a wedding is one day- A marriage is forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5  Don't sweat the small stuff- and there will be "stuff"- just gotta let it roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6  Communicate what you want and how you feel-  But be kind in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7  Be honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8  Write your own vows-- I think this keeps the whole marriage thing real- and it keeps your wedding priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9  Get premarital counseling or take marriage classes at your church.  One of the best things we ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10  Remember you are marrying this person because you love them- Not to have a sweet party and rake in the gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-8059645236025168782?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/8059645236025168782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=8059645236025168782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8059645236025168782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8059645236025168782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-those-about-to-wed-i-salute-you.html' title='To those about to wed, I salute you!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SaS5nhpgw8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/7Gwy43v-urQ/s72-c/DSC02049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-820775899906400422</id><published>2009-02-13T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:38:47.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>delightful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZL3x0oChI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e6JgYWkdShk/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZL3x0oChI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e6JgYWkdShk/s320/DSC01515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302509032914291218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I decided to write about delightful things since tomorrow is Valentine's Day  and my last post came off as kind of crusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hot coffee- in moderation.  I made a mistake of coming home from work one day and brewing up a pot that I then sucked down in record time.  I still haven't been able to sleep and don't even get me started on the gut issues that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Soft fluffy blankets.  I live in an old drafty house so cuddly things are essential.  I drape it around myself like a cape and feel rather regal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Glitter.  Like I tell the preschoolers- every thing is better with glitter on it and you can never have to much of it -unless it's in lip gloss.  Too much glitter in lip gloss  could have you looking like David Bowie during his Ziggy Stardust phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Lord of the Rings trilogy.  If you are snowed in pop that in the DVD player and you're set for the next 16 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Board games- especially scrabble.  My mother and I once played until 4:30 a.m.  Is wray a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Soup.  I think I could live on minestrone- seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Clearance racks-  I love a bargain.  Rest in peace World Market.  I will think of you every time I use my delightful 12 cup coffee press I got really cheap at your going out of business sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Energy.  It would be delightful if I had enough energy to dedicate time each day for exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Good friends.  I don't think I had really solid friendships until I was in my 30's.  A good friend loves you matter what you wear, drive or where you live.  A good friend will tell you things you may not want to hear but need to hear.  A good friend encourages you to do your best and when you struggle they are there to help you through.  A good friend reminds you not to sweat the small stuff.  A good friend shares their Rita cookies with you.  A good friend tells you when you are wearing something that really isn't working for you.  A good friend makes you laugh.  A good friend doesn't  betray your trust. A good friend tells you when you have food in you teeth or your breath smells.  A good friend forgives and holds no grudges.  A good friend prays for you.  A good friend keeps you accountable and helps keep you right with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Family.  God has blessed me with a most delightful husband and 2 sweet kids.  Sometimes I am completely overwhelmed with thankfulness because I never thought it would be a reality for me.  At one time I really did not want to get married- when your parents have had more marriages between them than you have siblings it kind of sours you on it.  God lead me to the perfect guy.  And we are blessed with two sweet children that we love deeper than the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Hope for the future.  Because of Jesus I have a promising future- eternity.  I look forward to that day- to be in his presence-  Delightful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Love is delightful.  Have a splendid Valentine's Day.  Make sure you tell those close to you that you love them- they will think it's delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-820775899906400422?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/820775899906400422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=820775899906400422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/820775899906400422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/820775899906400422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/02/delightful.html' title='delightful!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZL3x0oChI/AAAAAAAAAIc/e6JgYWkdShk/s72-c/DSC01515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-5612748297345340157</id><published>2009-02-04T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:36:36.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap list.'/><title type='text'>Crap- It's everywhere!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am finding that quality has gone right out the window and been replaced with nothing but crap.  So here is my list of crappy things out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Rock of love.  Celeb-reality star Bret Michael's looks for love- in all the wrong places with the worlds raunchiest women.  Crap television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Bret Michael needs to get rid of the fake hair and embrace his baldness- you know those shiny blond locks hanging from the cowboy hats and dew rags are fake and crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Over priced cups of coffee.  Get yourself a coffee press and you'll never want to go to Starbucks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Prom dresses.  Many look like they could be worn by the rock of love women.  No coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Teenagers who drive nicer vehicles than their parents- Total crap.  If you want a car get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Children with cell phones.  My daughter would totally argue with me over this.  I said she could have one if she could pay for it and pay the monthly bill.  That will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  One-uppers.  These people always need to be heard and if you tell a story chances are they've done the same thing also and have done it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Triple ply story tellers.  These are people who are not old or forgetful who tell you the same story over and over again- just to hear themselves talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Mean people.  Crap is caused by hateful, miserable people.  Is it so hard to be nice and get along with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Society hopefuls.  Don't act like your better than anyone else.  No one is exempt from freak show family members and embarrassing life moments.  I cannot stand when people act and think that they are better or above the average population.  Or try to cover up their crude upbringing by acting all snotty- give me a break and get some much needed therapy.  No one has or will have a perfect life here on earth.  Sin is messy and we are ALL guilty of it.   Everyone has crap of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Doom and gloomers.  Don't rain on the parade- be a part of it.  Joy is hard to find when it's covered in crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it.  My crap list.  Take it for what it's worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy day- not a crappy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-5612748297345340157?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/5612748297345340157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=5612748297345340157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/5612748297345340157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/5612748297345340157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/02/crap-its-everywhere.html' title='Crap- It&apos;s everywhere!!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-1212337485696813697</id><published>2009-02-03T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:43:29.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I learned this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SYjc6oV__4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tvjDczLzv80/s1600-h/DSC03172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SYjc6oV__4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tvjDczLzv80/s320/DSC03172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298727861421604738" border="0" /&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to do the whole spray tan nail business thing with my sister (in the picture above. the dude is my husband, Tim, who gave us the gift certificates to do this fancy business) and I learned a couple of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all spray tans are private matters.  When I went in for my appointment, I was introduced to this lady- I can't remember her name so I will call her Lola.  Lola gingerly shook my hand and guided me to the tanning room.  She said, "you'll need to get undressed and I will be back in a few minutes to spray you."  I must have had a look of shear terror on my face because she quickly added, " You undress to what you feel comfortable in."  Well I didn't pack my big, fluffy robe so I'm in a bit of a pickle.  Crap!!  That was all I could think of.  So I venture in to the tanning room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of coarse there was a full sized wall mirror which just added to my torment.  I undressed down to my undergarments, looked in the mirror, stuck my tongue out  and whispered, "fool!" to myself.  Lola reappeared and asked me how dark I wanted to be.  I said, "I just don't want to look like I'm dead- no need to over do anything."  She chuckled and started spraying.  You have to stand with your arms straight out on each side.  I was feeling very embarrassed.  That changed the minute Lola started spraying.  It felt like she was spraying ice water on my body- yikes!  Lola sees that I am tense and asks how I doing, "Lovely."  I reply.  "Good, because I am going to apply the second coat now."  "Oh no you didn't. "  I thought to myself.  And then it was over.  She gave me a blow dryer to dry myself off with.  I threw my clothes back on and turned around to have a look at my tan self.  "Wow, I look alive.  I think I could get use to this."  And now a new addiction begins.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronic hand washers shouldn't do the whole manicure thing.  I have polish peel already and it's only Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite store is anthropology.  They have the sweetest dresses.  Kind of vintage and very cute.  IF I had a million dollars..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt;- dessert and friends- not necessarily in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding I say "Crap" way too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-1212337485696813697?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/1212337485696813697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=1212337485696813697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1212337485696813697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1212337485696813697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-learned-this-weekend.html' title='what I learned this weekend'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SYjc6oV__4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tvjDczLzv80/s72-c/DSC03172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-359739066185020875</id><published>2009-01-30T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:53:12.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I gotten myself in to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SYPnPmjZBBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xgQJBH-AKJI/s1600-h/DSC03110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SYPnPmjZBBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xgQJBH-AKJI/s320/DSC03110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297331841950876690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow in the a.m. I am going in for a spray tan, manicure and express pedicure.  I am not sure what to expect.  I don't like people messing with me.  I fear I will leave this place looking like a carrot.  YIKES!!  It will be worth it just to spend time with my sister and do a little shopping without the youngsters around.  I'm freaking out.  I wish I had a big super hero cape, I'd feel better about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie I do not like is "Breakfast Club"  Give me a break.  Oh, and here's a good one.  I am going to a Super Bowl party and I don't even know who is playing.  How bad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can have sport knowledge.  I am a cheerleader at heart.  Go Team!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-359739066185020875?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/359739066185020875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=359739066185020875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/359739066185020875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/359739066185020875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-have-i-gotten-myself-in-to.html' title='What have I gotten myself in to?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SYPnPmjZBBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xgQJBH-AKJI/s72-c/DSC03110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2670592443703542276</id><published>2009-01-30T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:18:12.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does a person really need a theme song?</title><content type='html'>Today at work I was talking with my good friend Tawnya and somehow or another, we got on the topic of my theme song.  I never thought about it.  Now I must find the perfect theme song that embraces the essence of who I am and what I am about.  Great- I am totally befuddled now.  I can tell you it won't be any of the songs off the "Footloose" sound track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest Footloose.  One of the lows of 1984 if you ask me.  I mean really, do any of us know a boy who after getting blown off by a girl, would go to an abandoned factory only to let go of his angst and frustration through dance- Come on, Man!  And the girl was nasty.  And to think they are remaking this gem- give me a break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Sandy, knowing how much i loath footloose, sent me a little present this morning--  My very own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; of FOOTLOOSE.  Yes, happy Friday to Robin.  And my coworkers wanted to watch it.  My saving grace- my trusty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this theme song thing.   Maybe shiny, happy people by the B-52's or I'll be you by the Replacements.  Maybe Beautiful Day by u2.  Realistically, I think it would have to be, I Am, by Nicole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nordeman&lt;/span&gt;.  It is one of my most favorite songs and every time I hear it I cry.  She also has a song called Legacy which is also a favorite.  I cry when I hear this one as well.  These songs kind of just remind me of why I am here and as a child of God what my roll is and how I am supposed to live this life.  Screwing up is something I do really well.  At least I know through this life God's grace and love is unending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; and take a listen to I Am and Legacy.  You'll be glad you did.  Have tissues handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a most delightful weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go O-C Wrestling, Boys and Girls Basketball, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Speech&lt;/span&gt; team----------We love the Knights!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2670592443703542276?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2670592443703542276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2670592443703542276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2670592443703542276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2670592443703542276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-person-really-need-theme-song.html' title='Does a person really need a theme song?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2046800323230881218</id><published>2009-01-23T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:17:19.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A little of this and that</title><content type='html'>It's Friday- YAHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my delightful friend, Tawnya came over after work.  We had a lovely visit and she made the most wonderful dinner at my home.  She made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sicilian&lt;/span&gt; pasta sauce that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deeeeeeeeeelightful&lt;/span&gt;!!   But what was more delightful, was just having time to visit.  I see her everyday at work but it's like we're pool balls on a pool table and we bump in to each other only long enough to say, "Hi" and that's it.  It's like that with a lot of my friends.  I really find that I am missing them.  These are quality people that I care for a great deal.  I really wish we had more time to get together.  I am thankful that I do get to see them on a day to day basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to a Pampered Chef party at my dear friend, Sandy's house.  I am looking to visiting with adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a big brother, but if I could choose a big bro, I'd pick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bono&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of birds- especially sea gulls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to go to the musical, "CATS" it would be pure torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter that Jenna and Barbara Bush wrote to the Obama girls made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I order food from a restaurant (and this can be fast-food or a nice restaurant) 9 times out of 10 they will give me the wrong  thing.  If you don't believe me, ask my husband or Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once played a mime in a high school musical ( Barnum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to be a wedding planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face lifts for men are just wrong - Look at Kenny Rogers, Wayne Newton and Mickey Rourke for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; people drain the life right out of me and I tend to avoid them at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking to people from the Greatest Generation.  There is a wealth of knowledge there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 and 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are the smartest people on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows that for a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a terrific weekend.  God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2046800323230881218?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2046800323230881218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2046800323230881218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2046800323230881218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2046800323230881218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-of-this-and-that.html' title='A little of this and that'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-8167710006136521245</id><published>2009-01-21T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:09:00.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>Is this Bono thing a little unhealthy?</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends.  It's hump day and I am excited about the weekend.  It will be here before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my last post, I noticed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bono's&lt;/span&gt; hair was a little bit longer and I thought that  a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; was on the way.  Well, as I read yesterday's O.W.H., there was a little blip in the living section on U2.  And guess what?  They are coming out with a new single, "Get Your Boots On" which will go on sale Feb. 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  The album, "No Line On The Horizon" comes out on March 3.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whew&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bono&lt;/span&gt; continues with the hair growth thing (his hair is usually on the longer side while touring) U2 should hit the Mid-west in about 18- 24 months.  I am raising the roof right now-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whoop&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whoop&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there is something a little troubling in the fact that I kinda now all this U2 stuff.  Crazed fan perhaps.  Is it a little strange that I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bono's&lt;/span&gt; birthday is May 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; and Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mullin&lt;/span&gt; Jr.'s is on Halloween?  My coffee table book is actually a book on U2.  Little bit creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a fan since I first heard "New Years Day" in 1982.  Through the bad highlights and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bono's&lt;/span&gt; super mullet, I have been a fan.  I went through a period when I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;disenchanted&lt;/span&gt; with him and I thought he'd gotten a bit too cocky and full of himself- The selfish 30's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's turned it around.  He has been and advocate for many ever since he hit the high road of fame.  He's a family man.  He has been married to his wife longer than he's been famous.  And, I am sure he is a Christian.  I even have a photo of him with the "Women of Faith" ladies.  Not that a photo is proof- but I feel pretty confident in saying that he knows Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I look forward to Tim and I taking our kiddos to the concert in a year or two.  We saw them last time they were in Omaha and it was delightful.  Very clean entertainment.  Tim enjoyed it as much as I did.  I'm fired up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to make a list of my favorite U2 songs one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-8167710006136521245?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/8167710006136521245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=8167710006136521245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8167710006136521245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8167710006136521245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-bono-thing-little-unhealthy.html' title='Is this Bono thing a little unhealthy?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-3699720495753040068</id><published>2009-01-19T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:36:29.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK Day - What will tomorrow bring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXUMcfVNe0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BI9I7o91qes/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXUMcfVNe0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BI9I7o91qes/s320/DSC03222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293150620630219586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXUMQHz-CWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mvFF_FqiVZE/s1600-h/DSC03230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXUMQHz-CWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mvFF_FqiVZE/s320/DSC03230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293150408158349666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXUMAH_KdiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HGrTWlKlShg/s1600-h/DSC03217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXUMAH_KdiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HGrTWlKlShg/s320/DSC03217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293150133327394338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXULvRtMyGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C9GZvUwjeK4/s1600-h/DSC03196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXULvRtMyGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C9GZvUwjeK4/s320/DSC03196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293149843878627426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not know what tomorrow will bring, but I know Who will bring tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                          Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we usher in a new president.  A new administration. A new view.  New hope.  We are in the midst of history being made.  As I watched t.v. last night and saw the sea of people on the mall in D.C., it really hit me- Big Changes Ahead.  I am a creature of habit.  I don't know what the next 4 years will bring.  I will admit that I am ultra conservative and didn't vote for President elect Obama.  I do know, however, that the Bible says that we are to support and respect our leaders.  I will pray for this administration.  I will pray that God gives Obama and his posse the wisdom to do what is right for the people of this country as well as all over the world and that their actions would be honorable before God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what will happen.  Maybe change is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally jazzed to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bono&lt;/span&gt;, The Edge, Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mullin&lt;/span&gt; Jr. and Adam Clayton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' it at the Lincoln Memorial last night.  I noticed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bono's&lt;/span&gt; hair isn't quite as short which means they are probably putting finishing touches on a new CD.  I wonder when the tour will start up.  U2 has the best concerts.  Something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-3699720495753040068?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/3699720495753040068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=3699720495753040068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3699720495753040068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3699720495753040068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/01/mlk-day-what-will-tomorrow-bring.html' title='MLK Day - What will tomorrow bring?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SXUMcfVNe0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BI9I7o91qes/s72-c/DSC03222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-9169472602586300304</id><published>2009-01-14T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:01:53.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oversleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad hair and face day'/><title type='text'>And it started by sleeping in.</title><content type='html'>This is how my day started.  Sleeping in until 7:45.  It would have been great if it had not been a work day.  I had 15 min. to make it on time.  I called the school secretary, told her that my alarm didn't go off today and frantically ran to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was no way I would go to work without showering.  I work with small children and me coming in with bed-head would scar them for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After quickly washing up I jumped out of the shower, decided what I had time to do with my face and ended up choosing moisturizer, eye cream, powder and mascara.  I won't even go into the whole hair thing- I will say the hair was hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made to work by 8:15.  When I flew into the room, Becky (the preschool teacher)  looked at me and laughed.  So did my other co-workers.  I looked like a deer in the headlights with bad hair and a very pail face.  At least I brought a smile to there faces- I aim to bring joy to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day I looked old, tired and haggard.  But in the end I know I made a few people laugh and many feel better about themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-9169472602586300304?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/9169472602586300304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=9169472602586300304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/9169472602586300304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/9169472602586300304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-it-started-by-sleeping-in.html' title='And it started by sleeping in.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-1992745136910437135</id><published>2009-01-11T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:42:45.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs of note'/><title type='text'>Blogs I dig!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly amazed at how quickly the weekend goes by.  My family had a lovely laid back, no where to go weekend.  I enjoy quiet weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday we had a bit of sleet and snow.  I was at a class in a neighboring town (this is an actual college class- for real credits- as in 3 credits.  Which is big for me seeing as I haven't actually taken a college coarse since my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corcoran&lt;/span&gt; days in D.C.  This, I hate to admit was over 15+ years ago- YIKES!!)  and we were allowed to leave early because of the weather.  I met my husband at school right before it was time to pick up the kids.  We went home, put on our lounge wear and I made tacos.  We headed down to the basement and were going to watch a movie but there was a barrage of cursing the first 30 seconds in.  We ended up watching Wife Swap and Super Nanny.  I love watching these shows because with wife swap my kids will usually say, "Mom, I am so glad your my mom and not those ladies."  During Super Nanny I end up telling my kids how thankful I am that they are my kids.  W.S. and S.N. didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;.  We also made popcorn in the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WhirlyPop&lt;/span&gt;".  This was a Christmas gift from my very cool sister.  She even got it in red!!  I have been wanting one forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Saturday, we went to the library and that was about it.  We had double feature night as well.  Mia and I watched the new American Girl movie.  It was about being bullied.  It was well done and had a great message.  I encourage you to check it out- especially if you have a girl in elementary school.  Jack and Dad watch an Indiana Jones flick.  We made kettle corn in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whirly&lt;/span&gt; and had a delightful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Today we went to church.  The sermon was on forgiveness.  It was totally something I needed to hear because I have had some difficulties with this as of late.  God's forgiveness is constant.  So why is it that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; hold grudges?  How can I expect to ask for forgiveness if I can't forgive others?  I am so thankful for this sermon today.  I can honestly say that I am at peace with myself.  Forgiving is very freeing.  Holding on to crap weighs you down and makes you miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After church we came home at and took naps.  Naps are wonderful.  Tim put up the new weight bench so we can build up our strength.  I am hoping that I won't cop out and make up lame excuses not to use it.  We also play the game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BLOKUS&lt;/span&gt;.  This is a great game and is quick.  It doesn't involve reading which is good for younger players.  In fact, I will be playing it again once I get this blog finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, my post is about some of the blogs I dig.  I encourage you to take the time to check them out.  They are worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hereandnow06.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://noahsteven.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jesusandtheatheist.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.beckynovacek.typepad.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pleasesirblog.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://highdeserthome.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a peek.  I hope you enjoy them- I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 2 lbs.  This is big.  I am sure it's just the pan of fudge I polished off during the holidays.  It's a start though.  I am not going to lie to you- it has been hard.  I am so use to eating candy on a daily basis.  I am totally going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;withdrawal&lt;/span&gt;.  I will carry on-- baby steps, baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-1992745136910437135?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/1992745136910437135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=1992745136910437135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1992745136910437135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1992745136910437135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogs-i-dig.html' title='Blogs I dig!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2492427849264194654</id><published>2009-01-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:02:45.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><title type='text'>Happy New Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year- or rather, Happy New Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have been thinking how we celebrate each new year- a celebration which happens but once a year.  We should be celebrating every day.  Life is to be lived- lived to the best of our ability.  So, instead of a New Year's Resolution Here is my "New Day" resolution.  Should I screw up, tomorrow is a new day- a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Be thankful- every day.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Be kind and thoughtful- every day&lt;br /&gt;3.  Be respectful- every day&lt;br /&gt;4.  Be a better listener- every day&lt;br /&gt;5.  Laugh- every day&lt;br /&gt;6.  Enjoy life- every day&lt;br /&gt;7.  Eat healthy-every day&lt;br /&gt;8.  Exercise- every day&lt;br /&gt;[The next two are the most important]&lt;br /&gt;9.  Read the Bible -Every day&lt;br /&gt;10.  Grow in my walk with the Lord- every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very certain I will screw this up.  But like I said, each day is a new beginning.   With God all things are possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2492427849264194654?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2492427849264194654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2492427849264194654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2492427849264194654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2492427849264194654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-day.html' title='Happy New Day!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2136025930899396821</id><published>2008-12-30T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:07:32.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVqpdUyDG3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/oI88aiNUwN0/s1600-h/DSC02660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVqpdUyDG3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/oI88aiNUwN0/s320/DSC02660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285723433932626802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVqpEEZg8sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vD4YtZgz6PM/s1600-h/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVqpEEZg8sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vD4YtZgz6PM/s320/DSC02662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285723000038027970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You do not need to eat fudge, cookies, cake, Bing bars, toffee etc. everyday for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Your butt has a zip code all it's own.  For the love of Pete put the candy down NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a problem.  I am addicted to all things sweet.  Unfortunately, I tend to make all sorts of sweet confections over the holiday season.  I also have a problem with not letting things go to waste.  You'd think I was a depression child.  I share my treats but there seems to be an unending surplus of them and I just can't throw them away.  I have got to get this problem under control.  Baby steps... baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am Robin and I'm a sugaraholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2136025930899396821?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2136025930899396821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2136025930899396821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2136025930899396821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2136025930899396821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/12/note-to-self.html' title='note to self...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVqpdUyDG3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/oI88aiNUwN0/s72-c/DSC02660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-5309745078560703430</id><published>2008-12-27T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:06:17.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas joy'/><title type='text'>A little bit of Smith Christmas coming your way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcGucITztI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k7-JOc7kU6M/s1600-h/DSC03032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcGucITztI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k7-JOc7kU6M/s320/DSC03032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284700082637360850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcGgBJbw-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UJsVTJe70bY/s1600-h/DSC02881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcGgBJbw-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UJsVTJe70bY/s320/DSC02881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284699834876150754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcGQZqbQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/EiBJZKr4wgg/s1600-h/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcGQZqbQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/EiBJZKr4wgg/s320/DSC02676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284699566579073906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcCrGsCnmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/o-A0LUZM3FQ/s1600-h/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcCrGsCnmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/o-A0LUZM3FQ/s320/DSC02671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695627295530594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcCQCDY-6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/kju0JtYUwl8/s1600-h/DSC02670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcCQCDY-6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/kju0JtYUwl8/s320/DSC02670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695162194820002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.  It is hard to believe it's over.  I will say that this year was a top 10-er in my book.  Why?  Well let me share a little bit of the "Smith" action with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we did not have to go out of town  on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day.  This was delightful.  No rush.  No packing up the car.  No, "Are we there yet?"  Pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of Christmas was the Christmas Eve church service.  It was simple, heartfelt and completely honoring to God.  There was a diverse group of people who humbly honored their Savior through, song, dance, the Word and fellowship.  I felt such joy- overwhelming joy during the service.  My heart was full and what happened during that service was completely Christ- centered.  It wasn't about being on stage- it was about honoring Jesus.  I was very emotional during the whole service.  To be in God's house with fellow brothers and sisters- together- Celebrating the birth of our Savior and just the realness of it was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we drove around and looked at Christmas lights.  We took our time and really just enjoyed the different displays.  The best one, though, was in the western sky.  There was a super bright star (or perhaps, Planet)  shining so brightly.  For the longest time it was shining alone.  My kids got all excited  and said, "Mom, it's suppose to remind us of the Jesus star."  We looked out to the west for the longest time and talked about how wonderful God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, we put on our pj's and headed to the kitchen for a dinner of fun food.  We then made our way down to the family room where we watched, "It's a Wonderful Life"  and then it was time for a little present action.  After that it was off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children woke up at the break of dawn.  I laid in bed and listened to them as they looked at what Santa had left for them.  I listened to them for a good 20 or 3o minutes.  It was delightful to hear them in all their excitement.  They quietly came back up stairs to get us and we headed downstairs.  I started breakfast and coffee then it was time to open gifts.  What fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was so thrilled with the Indiana Jones toys that he took over 300 pictures of the them with my camera.  I am totally serious- over 300 pictures.  He also set up a work shop in the basement to do some wood working with his new tools.  He built a bench, ramp and some other contraption in record time.  Mia began designing wedding gowns with her new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt; game and was thrilled to get a sewing machine so she could really make some neat things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lounged and enjoyed our day.  My mother came later in the afternoon and we had a delightful turkey dinner in the evening.  It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gpa&lt;/span&gt; Smith's.  We had a great time but the best part was watching Grandpa Larry play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; bowling.  I don't think I have ever seen him have so much fun.  It was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We still have one more family get- together with my side of the family.  This will take place next Saturday.  We are looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Christmas 2008 has been a good one.  But then again, every Christmas is the best because we were given the best gift: Jesus.  Cling to that and every day will be Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men whom his favor rests." Luke 2:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading the blog.  Merry Christmas and Happy 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-5309745078560703430?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/5309745078560703430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=5309745078560703430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/5309745078560703430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/5309745078560703430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-bit-of-smith-christmas-coming.html' title='A little bit of Smith Christmas coming your way...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SVcGucITztI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k7-JOc7kU6M/s72-c/DSC03032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-4040902125971529628</id><published>2008-12-06T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:46:34.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas list'/><title type='text'>Fa la la la la la la la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/STtViUyLxiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vN-BhbcTlA8/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/STtViUyLxiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vN-BhbcTlA8/s200/DSC02629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276905436577777186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for another list.  Things that I enjoy about the holiday season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Christmas music- and I mean old classics.  My favorite song is Oh, Come All Ye Faithful.  The song rocks me to the core.  Several years back, on Saturday Night Live, Pavarotti and  Vanessa Williams sang it with an all boys choir  and it was so very beautiful- It left me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It's a Wonderful Life-  Hello!  Best movie ever made!!  George Bailey reminds me of my Grandpa Charles.  I bawl every time I watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  All the Christmas movies from my childhood-- I remember looking forward to watching them as a child.  This was long before the instant gratification of DVD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Candy and cookies.  Delightful with a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Mint flavored coffee beans.  My most favorite kind of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Christmas cards and pictures- I love to hear from family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Wrapping gifts= Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The wonderment of the season-  I love to hear my kids talk about Christmas- It makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Gatherings with friends and family-  The perfect recipe for wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Singing Christmas songs-  Go tell it on the mountain, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Remembering Christmas's past.  I could go on about the last 40 but that would take weeks, months, maybe even years.  Pure joy.  My grand pappy could make everything so magical and wonderful.  I miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  The Christmas story-  The REAL Christmas story.  The depth of God's love for us is so amazing!!   It is the ultimate love story- And we are all part of it.  God is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-4040902125971529628?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/4040902125971529628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=4040902125971529628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4040902125971529628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4040902125971529628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/12/fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='Fa la la la la la la la la'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/STtViUyLxiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vN-BhbcTlA8/s72-c/DSC02629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-9084715846892579958</id><published>2008-11-26T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:52:37.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving memories'/><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think Thanksgiving is a holiday that is somewhat overlooked.  It seems like our society goes right from getting all dressed up and going door to door for candy to made rush to buy, wrap, hide and open.&lt;br /&gt;   When I was growing up I always looked forward to Thanksgiving.  I didn't think ahead to Christmas either- Thanksgiving was the focus.  I was excited to be with my family- especially the members I didn't get to see often enough.  Good food, good conversation, good company and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here's a few wonderful thing I remember about Thanksgiving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Going to Church- Now, I don't believe we did this every year but I do remember going together with the Hansen clan and filling up the entire pew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My mom would be up early grinding cranberries and walnuts for her delightful cranberry salad mold.  This is one of those recipes that you try to duplicate but it never is as good as what you remember it being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   While mom was slaving in the kitchen with coffee in one hand and an unfortunate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cig&lt;/span&gt; in the other, I would be in the living room glued to the t.v. watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.  We lived for it.  It was wonderful- bigger than life!!  We would rushed to get cleaned up and dressed during commercials because we didn't want to miss a second of the glorious pageantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   During one of the commercials we would load up in the car and mom would drop us off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gpa&lt;/span&gt; K's house.  We would bound in like a bunch of wild maniacs and ask if the parade was on and had we missed anything spectacular.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; would be buzzing around her kitchen- I swear that woman had 8 arms or else she was in fast forward.  Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Opia&lt;/span&gt; would be helping her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gpa&lt;/span&gt; and crabby Uncle John would be in the living room watching the parade and patiently waiting for the "big game" to start.  At some point my dad would roll in and we would be so thrilled to see him.  We ate at 12 sharp and if you weren't there on time they'd start without you- NO LIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We'd eat only a little at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; K's place.  We were little punks and we didn't go for the fruit in the stuffing, minced meat pie and various other "old world" favorites.  We were also holding back because we knew at 2:30 we'd be heading out the door and walking through the backyard of one set of grandparents to the yard of the other set of grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The Hansen Family extravaganza was always a surreal affair and I loved it.  We walk in and there was laughter, singing and my grandmother yelling at everyone to "get out of my corner or the meal will be ruined."  This was followed by, "Charles get in her and slice the turkey before it gets cold."  We'd look over at Uncle Mike who would be pretending to read the paper but was really chuckling over how worked up granny was getting.  We'd roll our eyes and head down to the basement to play pong or pool.  Grandpa was usually hiding out down in the basement watching football and sipping on hot coffee and eating his stash of snacks.  He was a grocery store owner so we new he'd always have something fabulous down in his little man cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dinner was always to be at 2:30 but in the land of grandma that usually meant 3 or 3:30.  We would be called up for dinner.  The adults sat at the big oval table and the kids sat at the kiddie table.  Grandpa would say a Danish prayer and then he would pray and Thank God for all the wonderful blessing He'd given us.  At that moment, I knew I was so very fortunate and full of contentment.  It was Thanksgiving and I was spending with the people I loved most.  We'd feast on the most wonderful food.  We would laugh and visit.  Sing and play.  Love was bountiful on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wish I could show my children what it was like 30- 35 years ago.  A time when no one dare put their Christmas decorations up before Thanksgiving.  It was a simpler time back then.  The push to buy, buy, buy wasn't heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Have a most wonderful Thanksgiving and remember that every day should be a day of giving thanks-  God is so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-9084715846892579958?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/9084715846892579958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=9084715846892579958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/9084715846892579958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/9084715846892579958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-1413481028287529137</id><published>2008-11-03T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:39:31.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the eagles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>A little bit of this and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;        Happy Monday.  It's been a happy one here.  I just got off the phone with my super-cool little sister and she has invited me to join her for a concert on Saturday.  What concert you ask?  The Eagles!!  And we will be enjoying the show in a suite!!  Rock On!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm still not done painting the powder room.  It is a long, drawn out process which is sad since the room is the size of a small closet.  I just keep seeing flaws.  I haven't even started on the trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have no self control when it comes to candy and or crabs.  For three days straight that was my diet.  I finally crash and burned Sunday.  I could feel the coma coming on during church.  I really tried to follow Pastor's sermon (which was really good.  It was totally something I needed to hear) but I felt my eyes going in different directions and my eyelids felt like they had 20 lb. weights on them.  I made it home, fed the kids lunch and went to read the Sunday paper.  One page in and I was out- for almost 4 hours.  CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am back to work after a week off.  It is great to be back at it.  I enjoy the people I work with and I love the kids so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My friend Joan turned 40 today- Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My friend Sandy has wrapped up her sub job-     You made it!!  Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dannika&lt;/span&gt; makes the best rolls in the world.  She is also the person I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My friend Tawnya is a gracious host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt; is someone I don't get to visit near enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My friend Serena lives too far away and I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My friend Charity is advocate for many and I respect her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tremendously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I actually found an All- Christmas radio station on Sat.  It's only November for Pete's sake-- What's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My husband is no hunter but has gotten 3 deer in less than 2 years time!  All bucks and all with our vehicles.  He is a deer magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I might paint my office rhubarb tart or dark bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I hate processed foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The chemicals in cool whip burn my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I do not look good in high lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I need to order my kids their winter coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I really want to read the book, Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I need coffee- Now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's a small world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Don't forget to exercise your right to vote--  DO IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-1413481028287529137?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/1413481028287529137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=1413481028287529137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1413481028287529137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1413481028287529137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A little bit of this and that'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-8396404782569537759</id><published>2008-10-29T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:40:41.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasting time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvement'/><title type='text'>Color Swatches and The Fear to commit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SQhyowZPnNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/35R96Z9frnQ/s1600-h/DSC02555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SQhyowZPnNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/35R96Z9frnQ/s200/DSC02555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262582209093541074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My task this week is to paint the powder room on the main floor.  It is a tiny room with a toilet and a sink.  My problem?  Failure to commit to color.&lt;br /&gt;   This is a real problem for me.  My friends know of this illness of mine.  I had swatches up in my kitchen for YEARS before I actually committed to a color and painted the room. Right now, my house is a host of color swatches.  I have them taped on walls throughout and I look at them and think, "how will we live in a living room painted "dark bean?"&lt;br /&gt;   Now I am feeling the stress and anxiety again with this little room.  The colors I have chosen are all nice but will they look good in a small room?  Will it be too much?  Will I hate it in a week?  Sigh, what to do, what to do.  I need to fill holes and do some sanding and instead I'm screwing around on the computer.  I've got to commit to color and I have to do it now.  Wish me well my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-8396404782569537759?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/8396404782569537759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=8396404782569537759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8396404782569537759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8396404782569537759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/10/color-swatches-and-fear-to-commit.html' title='Color Swatches and The Fear to commit'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SQhyowZPnNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/35R96Z9frnQ/s72-c/DSC02555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-3155192719915892259</id><published>2008-10-28T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:57:41.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding joy'/><title type='text'>Joy, bliss, happiness and the lack there of</title><content type='html'>Question:  How do we get to the point where we are without any of the above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lately, it seems that I have bumped into or been around people that just seem lacking simple joy.  I even caught myself in this little lump sadness.  When I catch myself entertaining the dark side I want to crawl into a hole and protect myself from life's messes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think that before my children started school and I stayed home with them I was fairly protected from the dark evils that I now see at every turn of every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Why can't people just be kind to one another?  Why can't people accept people for who they are and not what they can offer the person?  Why is being nice considered being weak?  Why is it a crime for liking your job?  I actually got asked if I like my job by a school board member.  When I told him I love  and enjoyed it he looked at me like I had a third eye.  He told me that usually when he asks this the response is negative.  I really think he thought I was lying to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am sick of the need to impress people.  I am sick of bullies at school and hateful words thrown around like sharp knives that cut you to the quick.  Why do nice guys finish last? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I see this all the time and my heart breaks because I think the people who do these things are missing out on simple joy.  Joy that comes from within.  You can't buy joy, earn it on a report card, drive it,  build it out wood, steel and granite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How do you get joy?   Here are few things that make my heart sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids singing and getting along&lt;br /&gt;My husband&lt;br /&gt;Hugs from the little preschoolers when they see me outside of school&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;the sun&lt;br /&gt;silly stuff that just makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;memories of my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;knowing my kids are kind and compassionate&lt;br /&gt;helping someone I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;praying and being in fellowship with God&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that God wants us to be happy and filled with joy&lt;br /&gt;knowing I have a wonderful network of friends who encourage, laugh , love, and lift me up and I can do the same for them. &lt;br /&gt;Knowing I can let my light shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't control the evils that lurk in this world.  But, I can't hide from them either.  I can lay it at the feet of the Lord.  In that I am renewed and able to face the day-- with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a joy-filled day.  Seek it out- it's there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-3155192719915892259?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/3155192719915892259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=3155192719915892259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3155192719915892259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3155192719915892259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/10/joy-bliss-happiness-and-lack-there-of.html' title='Joy, bliss, happiness and the lack there of'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-7363115102651048280</id><published>2008-10-17T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:20:43.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Dig About Fall</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It has been awhile since my last post.  I've been extremely busy.  I haven't much time so I thought I'd do a quick list of things I totally dig about the fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The beautiful trees&lt;br /&gt;            The smell of leaves&lt;br /&gt;            Awesome pumpkin spice coffee made in a french press. &lt;br /&gt;            Apple pie&lt;br /&gt;            Movie nights&lt;br /&gt;           Kettle corn&lt;br /&gt;            Good books&lt;br /&gt;            Soups and stews&lt;br /&gt;            Saturday mornings&lt;br /&gt;            snack size candy bars&lt;br /&gt;           Sweaters&lt;br /&gt;            slippers&lt;br /&gt;            The site of my hard working husband after a long day in the field&lt;br /&gt;            The excitement of my children and they prepare for Halloween&lt;br /&gt;            Poker for snack size candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it.  I am certain I have forgotten several items but I'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is going well.  The other day at recess I taught a bunch of 4 year old dance moves.  Watching them do the sprinkler and the mini disco made my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A few days ago, one of the kids told me I looked like a grandma!!  THIS did not make my week.  Next week I'm going in for a dye job and a new hair style.  Could plastic surgery be in my future??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-7363115102651048280?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/7363115102651048280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=7363115102651048280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/7363115102651048280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/7363115102651048280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-dig-about-fall.html' title='What I Dig About Fall'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-7106417729664027828</id><published>2008-09-02T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:32:10.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh, My Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;    I hope you had a fab Labor Day Weekend.  My family did.  We did some cleaning, some shopping, some playing, some reading and some camping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I know nothing when it comes to camping.  The closest I've come to camping was back in the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' 70's when I'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hangin'at&lt;/span&gt; Grandpa and Grandma Hansen's house.  My g-pa had this big maroon canvas tent(similar to what the Brady's used in the episode when Bobby and Cindy get lost).  Well, anyway, he'd set it out every summer and we would sleep out under the stars with our friends the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walkenhorst's&lt;/span&gt;.  We were quite a crew.  I had a nice little sleeping bag and a cot  to place it on.  It was heaven- of coarse I'd only last an hour at best- I sleep better in a climate controlled room.  Ah, those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, it was my kids turn to sleep out under the stars on Sunday night.  We headed out with sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, flash lights, lantern, canteen- I mean water bottle, and of coarse Jack's action figures.  We settled in at 9:30  in the evening.  I thought we'd be in our own beds in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;air condition&lt;/span&gt; house by 11pm at the latest.  Boy was I wrong!! I enjoyed 9 hours on the hard earth and I barely lived to tell.  The pain is starting to fade and I think I will be able to walk in a normal fashion in a day or two. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I am not getting old I am already there.  Would I do this camping thing again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our family had a great time out in our on little bit of wilderness and memories were made-- Next time, however, there will be an airbed and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; joint pain drip for the old lady!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-7106417729664027828?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/7106417729664027828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=7106417729664027828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/7106417729664027828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/7106417729664027828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhhhh-my-back_02.html' title='Ahhhhh, My Back!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2989476726884003919</id><published>2008-09-02T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:08:04.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh, My Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2989476726884003919?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2989476726884003919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2989476726884003919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2989476726884003919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2989476726884003919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhhhh-my-back.html' title='Ahhhhh, My Back!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-5192931558398825135</id><published>2008-08-31T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:27:36.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>I made it through the first week!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am now a working mom.  For almost 12years I have been a stay-at-home momma.  Now, I am working with the most interesting people in the world- preschoolers.  I am a para-professional (which is just a glorified way of saying Teachers-Aide which I don't mind being called). &lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, this is the first year of preschool at the elementary school so it's a new wild ride for many people.  I will admit that I didn't know if I was coming or going last week and I am fairly certain the lunch staff at the school think I am a big head case.  It was a little crazy but I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;    I work with very nice people and we get along which great.  We are all different but have something to contribute and we encourage each other.  I look forward to seeing them each day.&lt;br /&gt;    The best part of the job is the kids.  Man, little kids are so full of wonder.  And they are so honest- brutally honest- I will get to that in a second.  I think that maybe we'd all be in a better place if the next president was a 4 year old.  Honesty and character- think about it. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Well, kids tell it like it is and here are few things that they had to say at school.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I complemented a little girl on her outfit.  It was clearly a new school outfit and she was very proud of it.  The killer was when I asked her if it was new she said, " My mommy bought it for me.  She had to hide it from daddy though, he says she buys too many clothes."&lt;br /&gt;2.  A little boy came out the restroom with his zipper down, I told him he should zip up and he said," I will zip it right now, I don't want my cows to get out!"&lt;br /&gt;3.  I was reading a little girl a story and she looked at me and said,"what's your breath smell like?" my reply, "I don't know does it smell?' her reply," yes, it's bad.  Continue reading please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I never know what to expect out of them.  I look forward to week number 2 but I will totally be carrying my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Listerine&lt;/span&gt; spray with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-5192931558398825135?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/5192931558398825135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=5192931558398825135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/5192931558398825135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/5192931558398825135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-made-it-through-first-week.html' title='I made it through the first week!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-3908570080091360560</id><published>2008-08-17T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:48:23.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Crazy after all these years...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SKjGHb3t3vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwodoIVIqjI/s1600-h/DSC02049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SKjGHb3t3vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwodoIVIqjI/s200/DSC02049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235652397861035762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello!!&lt;br /&gt;   This week Tim and I will celebrate our 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of marriage.  It seems like just yesterday we were just saying "I do".  Time flies when you're having fun so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A lot has happened in the last 13 years.   We have gone through ups and downs- joys and sorrows.  Every year is better than the last.  I really have a most wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As I reflect back on the last 13 years ( and yes, here comes yet another list) I have been thinking about what has our marriage a happy and healthy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We have never gone a day without saying, "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;        I do mean it every time I say it.  It is important for you spouse to hear you say that.  If you can say, "put the lid down would ya!"  and mean it, you can also say " I love you" and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Going to bed angry is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;        If you carry your anger over to the next day, it's way to easy to keep hanging on to it.  Let it go. Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  You don't always need to be right.&lt;br /&gt;        I had a  big problem with this when we first got married.  I have since settled myself down and realized I am not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Don't put your children before your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;        It took me some time to get this one as well.  When we had our first child I poured everything I had in to being the perfect mom.  In doing that, I totally blew off my role as wife to Tim.   Your heart grows and always has enough love to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Don't get bent out of shape over trivial things.&lt;br /&gt;        Is the toilet seat really worth blowing up over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  There is nothing wrong  with having time to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;        We all need time to reflect, think, pray, chill etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Compromise.&lt;br /&gt;        You need to be willing to bend a little and sometimes a lot.  Team work is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Humor.&lt;br /&gt;        I have a billion stories to back this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Communication&lt;br /&gt;        It's like air water and sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Faith.&lt;br /&gt;        I would say that this is the most important.  Tim and I are able to start and end each day knowing God is at the head of our family.  With this comes contentment, grace, joy, compassion, discipline, work, hope, endurance, and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary, Tim.  I love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-3908570080091360560?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/3908570080091360560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=3908570080091360560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3908570080091360560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3908570080091360560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-crazy-after-all-these-years.html' title='Still Crazy after all these years...........'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SKjGHb3t3vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nwodoIVIqjI/s72-c/DSC02049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2246088644867815963</id><published>2008-08-07T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:53:34.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not so crappy music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy music'/><title type='text'>music to my ears......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SJuCIqAB6eI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Z--dPtRNKI/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SJuCIqAB6eI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Z--dPtRNKI/s200/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231918477345941986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, today I will talk about music.  There is good music, and bad music.  Good performers and bad ones.  I will be giving my opinion of all that's bad in music.  Remember, it's a free country and I am entitled to my opinion just as you are yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performers I am allergic to:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Celine Dion- I literally feel like I am hearing nails on a chalk board- really.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Reba McEntire-  Twangy twang twang.  And the fake accent drives me insane.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Boy George-  Do you really want to hurt me with your so called music?&lt;br /&gt;4. Kenny Rogers- the best thing he's ever done is chicken.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cher- It's not her voice people enjoy it's the costumes&lt;br /&gt;6.  Victoria Principle-  Remember the duet with Andy Gibb?   If not, consider yourself lucky.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Henry Rollins-  He is extremely intellegent and his lyrics are proof.  However, his music is so angry and full of aggression it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Bjork- This is the chick who wore the swan dress to the academy awards.  She sings as well as she dresses.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kathy Lee Gifford- I can't get passed the fact that she was the La La girl on Name That Tune back in the 70's.  She was also the voice of Carnival Cruise Lines for years.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Boy bands, cheesy girl singers who leave little to the imagination and the like-  This is a broad one and quite frankly I don't even want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Air Supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that I will not tolerate listening to:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Anything from the soundtracks Grease or Footloose.  Listening to that rubbish would not be almost paradise.&lt;br /&gt;2.  American Pie by Don McClain.  I remember being in 1st or 2nd grade and Elizabeth Backus singing it on the playground.  I fell off the trapeze and landed on my head that day.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Everything I do (theme song from Robin Hood).  This song was song at my brother Mike's wedding and the singer did not fare well.  I shiver just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;4.  If I could turn back time- by Cher.  Whoaaaa ,I can't handle that one&lt;br /&gt;5.  Leader of the Pack- I don't know who sings it but I dislike it immensely&lt;br /&gt;6.  Convoy-  C.W. McCall-  the 70's at it's worst.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Memories  by Barbra Streisand-  I actually like some of her stuff with Maurice Gibb.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Island In The Stream.  A duet by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton.  1983 at it's worse&lt;br /&gt;9.  Breakfast at Tiffany's -  Again, I don't know who sings it but I loath it.  If you want Breakfast at Tiffany's read the book.&lt;br /&gt;10.Memories from the Broadway musical, CATS--- Put me out of my misery, PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;11.  Morning Train by Sheena Easton.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it.  If I have offended you please don't take it personally.  We all have different tastes in music and that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of good things.  Here are a couple of songs I have recently downloaded to my ipod.  Check them at at itunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You're Doing- By Sanctus Real-  If you love Jesus you'll like this song.&lt;br /&gt;Voices Carry- Til Tuesday- Punk- Rock- Broken- Hearted- Love- Song&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be You- The Replacements- Post- punk tune from '88'! Great to walk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and Rock On my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2246088644867815963?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2246088644867815963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2246088644867815963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2246088644867815963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2246088644867815963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/08/music-to-my-ears.html' title='music to my ears......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SJuCIqAB6eI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Z--dPtRNKI/s72-c/DSC01005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-7922641656242940325</id><published>2008-07-30T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:14:30.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip tips'/><title type='text'>Yes, it's another list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SJDyexSWfwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/heLdIWGm7tc/s1600-h/DSC02278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SJDyexSWfwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/heLdIWGm7tc/s200/DSC02278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945777817452290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SJDyEq26mGI/AAAAAAAAADI/ipIjFoEgSCo/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SJDyEq26mGI/AAAAAAAAADI/ipIjFoEgSCo/s200/DSC02233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945329415166050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in a while but I have been busy.  My little family went on a summer vacation and it was delightful.  We went on a cruise to the Caribbean.  We have never cruised before but we hope to again.  Here are some things I have learned about taking a cruise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Totally plan your flight through the cruise company.  That way if you have flight delays ( which we did) the cruise co. will make every effort to make sure you board the ship- even if it means departing from the port a half hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If you are going for the food remember that the chefs are preparing food for a multitude of people.  Our chefs prepared over 22,000 meals a day on our cruise.  What does this mean?  Well don't look to have 5star meals.  The meals were fine and we enjoyed them but I would call it upper class cafeteria cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  You don't need to pack a ton of clothing.  I would suggest packing the following&lt;br /&gt;       a.  2 swim suits&lt;br /&gt;       b.  Swim suit cover-up&lt;br /&gt;       c.  One moderately dressy out fit- 2 if you are going on a 7- day cruise.&lt;br /&gt;       d.  2 pr. undies per day on ship- if you're a chick don't forget bras.&lt;br /&gt;       e.  1pr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       f.  comfortable light weight outfits for each port stop&lt;br /&gt;       g.  1 pr. dress shoes, 1pr. flip-flops for casual wear.  1. pr. rugged shoes/ water shoes for port stops.  ( you could add more if you are a shoe maven or fill the need to match your shoes to your outfits.)&lt;br /&gt;       h.  4 pr. casual shorts and 4 casual tops for hanging out on the ship during the day.&lt;br /&gt;      i.    2 sun dresses if you're a chick and 2 pr. slacks/ 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;polos&lt;/span&gt; if you a dude- if you plan on doing dinner in the dinning room.  I saw a lot of people in shorts and shirts but I wouldn't wear cut-offs and t shirts- tacky.&lt;br /&gt;       j.  Hair dryer&lt;br /&gt;       k.  hair conditioner, toothbrush and tooth paste.  Also hair products and tools (they supply you with shampoo, and shower gel and razors)&lt;br /&gt;       L.  Sun screen- you'll fry yourself if you're not careful.&lt;br /&gt;       m.  Dramamine- non-drowsy-- Even if you don't think you'll need it- trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;       n.   Camera and if you are doing water excursions you'll want a disposable waterproof one as well.&lt;br /&gt;       4.  If you plan port of call excursions research them thoroughly.  We Went to the Mayan Ruins of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tulum&lt;/span&gt; and most of our time was spent traveling to get there.  In the end we only had two hours at the actual site.  You can go it on your own if you are confident with your knowledge of the area.&lt;br /&gt;    5.  Purchase the drink card.  It's totally worth it.  $20 for kids, $25 for adults.&lt;br /&gt;   6.  Order food that you normally wouldn't- it's part of the adventure- takes photos of it too.&lt;br /&gt;   7.  Watch out for the ship paparazzi-  they will hunt you down and take picture after picture of you and charge you your life savings to purchase them.&lt;br /&gt;   8.  Be careful with your purchases with your sign and sail card.  It is easy to just keep charging to it.&lt;br /&gt;   9.  Have a car service take you to and from the airport or boarding site.  We were fortunate to have a very good friend take us to the airport and pick us up.  It was so nice not to have to worry about leaving a vehicle and we were tuckered out when we arrived back home so it was nice to not have to do the driving back to our home.  THANK YOU, SANDY!!&lt;br /&gt;   10.  Have a great time and don't sweat the small stuff- it's your vacation after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-7922641656242940325?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/7922641656242940325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=7922641656242940325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/7922641656242940325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/7922641656242940325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-its-another-list.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s another list'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SJDyexSWfwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/heLdIWGm7tc/s72-c/DSC02278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-3929480305772942865</id><published>2008-07-09T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:02:39.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a village!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SHVysUtOPOI/AAAAAAAAACw/1p1zUVK5UGI/s1600-h/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SHVysUtOPOI/AAAAAAAAACw/1p1zUVK5UGI/s200/DSC01944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221205448804154594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of years ago a certain former First Lady wrote a book entitled, "It takes a Village".  I have always thought it to be a bit silly.  Anyway, I often make reference to the title.  If I am helping a friend or a friend is helping me with various parenting issues I usually make the remark, "It takes a village" doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you about my village.  It is filled with loving,caring and wise people.  They offer encouragement, a shoulder to cry on, and when counting to 10 or saying the alphabet does cool the jets a listening ear.  They don't cast judgment but offer advice.  The common bond in this village is our love for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a village is important and I am thankful for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little buddy, Mason is doing well.  The village went to see him this afternoon.  He is a trooper!! I would be in a mood most foul if I were two and in a hospital bed.  Anyway, I know he is on the mend because he did "jazz hands" for me.  I love to teach him dance moves from time to time and he was all about the "jazz hands" today.  He was a smiley, happy bumble- I call him a bumble because when he runs it's more of a bounce and his hair bounces too.  His parents are doing well and I am so glad to see that weight of worry gone from them.   He may be able to come home tomorrow night!!  Raise the roof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends from AZ are here.  It's funny how when you haven't seen someone for a long time and then when you finallysee them, it's like you just saw them the day before.  I am trying to come up with a way to keep them here- for good!  They are an important part of our lives and are like part of our family.   I wouldn't be part of the village if it weren't for the Petersen's.  They are truly a blessing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a most wonderful evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-3929480305772942865?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/3929480305772942865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=3929480305772942865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3929480305772942865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/3929480305772942865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-takes-village.html' title='It takes a village!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SHVysUtOPOI/AAAAAAAAACw/1p1zUVK5UGI/s72-c/DSC01944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2636888920586296447</id><published>2008-07-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:45:10.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>Hello and good Tuesday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am feeling very thankful.  Why you ask?  Well, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Our little friend, Mason, had heart surgery yesterday.  It was a long day of waiting- I can't begin to imagine what his mom and dad must have been going through.  Surgery went well and I suspect that my little friend will be up and bumbling around in no time.  God is good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Also, our good friends from AZ are coming for a visit.  We haven't seen them in over 4 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My kids are helping each other and being kind to one another.  This makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am thankful for so much more let me tell you- I am overflowing with thankfulness.  Take time to think about what you're thankful for-- It will make you smile !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2636888920586296447?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2636888920586296447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2636888920586296447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2636888920586296447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2636888920586296447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-8377179848694885850</id><published>2008-07-04T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:51:40.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free to be ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SG5w5jaMQ4I/AAAAAAAAACo/nzS-U0puQa8/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SG5w5jaMQ4I/AAAAAAAAACo/nzS-U0puQa8/s200/DSC01892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219233152228934530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the holiday all about freedom.  As I was thinking about all that I am free to do as an American- something often take for granted- I began to think of all the freedom I have as a Christian- something I really take for granted.  I have the freedom to talk to God and to listen to him every single minute of every single day.  I have the freedom to love.  The freedom to forgive.  The freedom to help others.  The freedom to encourage.  The freedom to stand up for what I believe in.  The freedom to be forgiven.  Because I know Christ is my Savior, I have the freedom to walk away from sin and spend eternity with Him.  How awesome is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your freedom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-8377179848694885850?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/8377179848694885850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=8377179848694885850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8377179848694885850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8377179848694885850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/07/free-to-be-me_04.html' title='Free to be ME'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SG5w5jaMQ4I/AAAAAAAAACo/nzS-U0puQa8/s72-c/DSC01892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2791256649888555440</id><published>2008-07-04T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:31:22.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free to be ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2791256649888555440?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2791256649888555440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2791256649888555440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2791256649888555440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2791256649888555440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/07/free-to-be-me.html' title='Free to be ME'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-6434360732970641158</id><published>2008-06-21T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:05:31.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The inside is what counts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy Saturday!! &lt;br /&gt;    It has been a delightful day in Robinland.  I went for  a bike ride with the  kids, went out for lunch with the big man, did a little gardening and  basically just took it easy. &lt;br /&gt;    We were excited today because my mom was coming up for a little visit.  We love when "BeeMa" comes - she's a rockin' good time. &lt;br /&gt;    Well, being the somewhat nice daughter that I am, I decided to make lemon poppy seed cuppies  with coconut frosting.  I thought I'd spruce them up by baking them in ice cream cones.  This is something I've  never done before-  obviously!!  I followed the instructions and everything and they ended up bubbling up over the cones like lava shooting out of a volcano.  Not pretty at all- and you know I like pretty little things.Well, now it is my mission to make a completely delightful ice cream cuppie.  Local friends be warned!!  I will be trying  cone cuppies on you all summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I will say that  the cuppies were delicious.  The coconut frosting with the lemon was quite delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Speaking of delightful, have a delightful weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SF292wibE_I/AAAAAAAAACg/1aBJJws5QnA/s1600-h/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SF292wibE_I/AAAAAAAAACg/1aBJJws5QnA/s320/DSC01894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214532692004770802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-6434360732970641158?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/6434360732970641158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=6434360732970641158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6434360732970641158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6434360732970641158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/06/inside-is-what-counts.html' title='The inside is what counts!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SF292wibE_I/AAAAAAAAACg/1aBJJws5QnA/s72-c/DSC01894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2029990741768101167</id><published>2008-06-19T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:38:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Hoot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My new favorite site is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esty&lt;/span&gt; store.  I just spent over an hour looking at all items that fall under the owl category.  Owls are now my new favorite thing.  I don't mean the scary, evil, coming at ya owls either.  I am referring to the cute, fat and very happy owls.  You can buy owl purses, hair pins, rings, t shirts, cards- well just about anything.  I am smitten. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite was a scrabble tile necklace with a little pink owl on it.  I refrained from making a purchase but man I don't know how long I can hold out.  I also saw the most adorable print.  It had an owl and a lady with a cup of coffee.  She had crazy brown hair and sleepy eyes- ME!!  I am tempted to buy it, frame it and hang it in the kitchen.  It was a happy little print I tell you.&lt;br /&gt; Well, enough is enough, I must step away from the computer.  Owl be back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2029990741768101167?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2029990741768101167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2029990741768101167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2029990741768101167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2029990741768101167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-hoot.html' title='What a Hoot!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2021801169095080221</id><published>2008-06-17T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:22:41.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My picks for fab ipod music</title><content type='html'>I truly enjoy a good tune.  I can remember many, many songs from my youth.  When I was growing up the A.M. radio was always on- crackling loud- real loud.  The songs were so different then but, so was the world we lived in.  Everyone should take a trip back in time and visit the tunes of yesteryear.  This is easy to do now that there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Itunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and other various venues to log on to and explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband gave me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas.  I went right to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and started my search.  Here is a list of must have favorites from years gone by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Photograph&lt;/span&gt; by Ringo Starr- This song happened to be popular during my parents split therefore it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt; favorite&lt;br /&gt;2:  Under Pressure by David Bowie/Queen- Yes this is the one that Vanilla Ice tried to copy.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Somebody to Love by Queen- Queen was a band of very gifted musical talent.&lt;br /&gt;4.  If You Could Read My Mind by Gordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lightfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 70's love song at it's best&lt;br /&gt;5.  Higher Ground by Stevie Wonder- another musical master.&lt;br /&gt;6. Peace Train by Cat Stevens- I know He's off his nut now and he goes by some other name        and don't even get me started on his beliefs.  Still, the song is great.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bus Stop by the Hollies- If you never heard this while the dentist was drilling your teeth then you missed out.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I Was Made To Love Her by Stevie Wonder- Rock on, Stevie!&lt;br /&gt;9.   Everything I Own by Bread-  Just a sweet song.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I've Been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Searchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' So Long by Chicago- Lovely love song.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Beast of Burden by the Rolling Stones- The lyrics are questionable but the tune rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, a list of 11, what can I say, that's the way I roll.  Rock on my friends and have a great Tuesday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2021801169095080221?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2021801169095080221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2021801169095080221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2021801169095080221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2021801169095080221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-picks-for-fab-ipod-music.html' title='My picks for fab ipod music'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-8748976272286175075</id><published>2008-06-16T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:53:11.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy-o'/><title type='text'>Who's your daddy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SFaoS_hQz0I/AAAAAAAAACY/dxAmbfP1FnA/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SFaoS_hQz0I/AAAAAAAAACY/dxAmbfP1FnA/s320/DSC00989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212538662969986882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;   Yesterday we celebrated Father's Day.  My children have been blessed to have one super-duper dad!!  Mr. T is a good egg.  The children and I have made a list of what makes their dad so fab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He is cool to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;2.  He practices softball with me.&lt;br /&gt;3.  He is helpful.&lt;br /&gt;4.  He brings home the bacon.&lt;br /&gt;5.  He does a mean scissor kick.&lt;br /&gt;6.  He is kind to others.&lt;br /&gt;7.  He works hard and takes good care of us.&lt;br /&gt;8.  He listens to us.&lt;br /&gt;9.  He tells us he loves us.&lt;br /&gt;10.  He gives hugs and high fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. T is a keeper- for sure.  He is a blessing to us all and we love, love, love him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-8748976272286175075?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/8748976272286175075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=8748976272286175075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8748976272286175075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8748976272286175075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/06/whos-your-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s your daddy?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SFaoS_hQz0I/AAAAAAAAACY/dxAmbfP1FnA/s72-c/DSC00989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-1430997675583110309</id><published>2008-06-06T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:09:01.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You say it's your birthday-Happy Birthday To You!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my dear friend Sandy's birthday.  She is a good friend.  If the world was at my disposal and I could get her fun and fabulous gifts here are a few things  she'd be getting from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A day of being Tammy Trent's backup singer.&lt;br /&gt;2.  A day of dancing with Kevin Bacon- You gotta cut loose- footloose!!&lt;br /&gt;3. A day of reading- no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interruptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A day of movies- continual- make sure you make good movie choices&lt;br /&gt;5. A garden full of flowers that don't require any watering, weeding or work.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'd totally overhaul the" bonnie" so it would be a tripped up mom mobile.&lt;br /&gt;7. World peace- We all want that&lt;br /&gt;8. I would transform into a complete sports nut- that way I could share and understand her excitement in that arena.&lt;br /&gt;9. A bachelor that would end well with two good people looking for true love- not fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality.  Sandy you're a dear friend- a real jewel.  It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to be your friend.  You are a blessing from God.  Happy birthday, Friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-1430997675583110309?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/1430997675583110309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=1430997675583110309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1430997675583110309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1430997675583110309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-say-its-your-birthday-happy.html' title='You say it&apos;s your birthday-Happy Birthday To You!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-1270961145865891123</id><published>2008-05-30T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:37:43.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SEBHBnGdgVI/AAAAAAAAABk/CuZwp4gRdxM/s1600-h/DSC01669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SEBHBnGdgVI/AAAAAAAAABk/CuZwp4gRdxM/s320/DSC01669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206239262241816914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out- Oh happy day.  I have been outside planting flowers.  I love flowers- they make me happy.  They remind me of my grandma and grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Katt&lt;/span&gt;.  They always had a big garden and tons of happy flowers.  Every summer, Grandma would enter flowers in the fair.  She would enter them in our names and we would collect the reward.  Gardening came naturally for her.  She always had beautiful gladiolas.  She would make large arrangements and take them to church to put on the alter.  She made bouquets all the time.  She brought a lot of happiness to people with her flowers. &lt;br /&gt;There are certain flowers that remind me  of  each of my grandparents.   Red geraniums  remind me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; Arlene.  Morning glories remind me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gpa&lt;/span&gt; Charles.  Gladiolas remind me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gpa&lt;/span&gt; Alvin and roses remind me of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Katt&lt;/span&gt;.  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why I enjoy those specific types of flowers so much.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a large yard so most of my flowers are in pots or containers of some sort.  I do not have a green thumb, but  have found some flowers that are hardy enough to live through the summer without me killing them. &lt;br /&gt;I also buy flowers on clearance.  About five years ago, I bought this coral colored rose bush on clearance at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart for $1.97.  I still have it and every year the coral roses bloom like crazy. I noticed that the buds are about to pop again.  Thank You, God for beautiful flowers!  Amen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-1270961145865891123?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/1270961145865891123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=1270961145865891123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1270961145865891123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/1270961145865891123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-beautiful-day_30.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SEBHBnGdgVI/AAAAAAAAABk/CuZwp4gRdxM/s72-c/DSC01669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-5947461360786221098</id><published>2008-05-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:12:01.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-5947461360786221098?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/5947461360786221098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=5947461360786221098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/5947461360786221098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/5947461360786221098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-6564749271641398007</id><published>2008-05-23T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:53:01.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SDeK2nGdgUI/AAAAAAAAABc/LeOW7Z3GwZo/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SDeK2nGdgUI/AAAAAAAAABc/LeOW7Z3GwZo/s320/DSC01840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203780565263548738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SDeJBHGdgTI/AAAAAAAAABU/qF_-E4AIhCI/s1600-h/DSC01832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SDeJBHGdgTI/AAAAAAAAABU/qF_-E4AIhCI/s320/DSC01832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203778546628919602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Good evening!!&lt;br /&gt;   It has been a busy week.  We have had piano lessons, ball practices, ball games, a tea party, kindergarten graduation and a piano recital just to name a few of our many activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The piano recital was wonderful.  Mia has such a lovely teacher.  He is a retired high school band teacher who happens to belong to the same church we do. Two years ago he started teaching piano to several of the kids from our church.  This man is awesome and so patient.  He is the kind of music teacher every kid should have.  Anyway, Mia likes piano but dislikes practicing  so  we didn't know what to expect at the recital.  She knocked our socks off.  She played both songs beautifully.  Her teacher even commented that she totally blew him away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The last day of school was yesterday.  Mia was thrilled to be finished, Jack was not.  In fact, he sobbed at the end of the day.  He was very fortunate to have the very best kindergarten teacher ever.  He loves her.  She is a family friend and he sees her every day but there is something different when it comes to the teacher/student relationship.  I am so very thankful that Jack had the opportunity to have a teacher so passionate about her job and so kind to her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for great teachers.   My kids have had some wonderful teachers this year.  Thank you Sandy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dannika&lt;/span&gt;, Tawnya, and Ken for teaching my kids.  Your love for the Lord is evident in the way you teach.  You are all so very appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-6564749271641398007?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/6564749271641398007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=6564749271641398007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6564749271641398007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6564749271641398007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All good things come to an end'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SDeK2nGdgUI/AAAAAAAAABc/LeOW7Z3GwZo/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-2666111173384424486</id><published>2008-05-19T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:07:59.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stand so close to me</title><content type='html'>good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; morning!  I have to start off by saying the concert last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;. rocked.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elvis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;costello&lt;/span&gt; was fantastic!!  It's funny how you won't hear a song for a long time- even a decade or two and when you finally hear it again you remember it word for word!!  the police were terrific!  I have to say I felt like I was 15 again.  sting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stewart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;andy&lt;/span&gt; still have it.  I was impressed with how cut stings arms were.  I mean he is pushing 60 and he was ripped!  It makes me want to take better care of myself so I can continue to enjoy life as I get older.  speaking of the whole age thing, one thing i noticed at the concert was the vast age range in people.  lots of elderly people-- I even noticed a walker or two.  Isn't that great!!  It is important to enjoy life at all stages.  My sister and I certainly had a great time.  We had a few youngsters around us who didn't seem to be enjoying themselves and seemed a little hacked off at us because of our excitement.  I am pretty sure the young girl next to me didn't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;elvis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;costello&lt;/span&gt; or the police.  I suspect she was a tag along with her boyfriend.  He was having a blast as was his other buddy but all she did was text all night long.  Give me a break!!  I will say I learned a few things about myself at the concert. 1.  I enjoy singing when I can't hear myself sing.( I am totally tone deaf),  2.  My bladder is not what it use to be.  (I can no longer jump or bounce up and down unless I am wearing depends underpants.  3.  Late nights wear me out! ( it took me 2 days to recuperate from the concert.  Would I do it again?  Absolutely.  It was so fun hanging out with my sister and listening to music from early days.  It is important to make time to enjoy life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been busy already.  I have been to my daughter's 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade tea party.  It was lovely!!  The children greeted us at the door and walked us to their room.  We were served in grand style.  The children played several selections on the record and the teacher handed out awards.  My daughter was awarded the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Persistant&lt;/span&gt; Pupil Award" for working hard, having a positive attitude and never giving up.  It was hard for me to keep it together.  I am so proud of her.  School is something that doesn't come easy for her.  She beamed when the teacher gave her the award- my heart was full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off to Kindergarten graduation.  I have to keep it together but I have this feeling it won't happen.  I'll let you know what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-2666111173384424486?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/2666111173384424486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=2666111173384424486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2666111173384424486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/2666111173384424486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-stand-so-close-to-me.html' title='Don&apos;t stand so close to me'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-6566445856291241090</id><published>2008-05-14T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:00:45.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' with Sting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCr5vJmbaiI/AAAAAAAAABM/oTEuKEQTZek/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCr5vJmbaiI/AAAAAAAAABM/oTEuKEQTZek/s320/DSC01399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200243308178926114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tonight I am going to see Elvis Costello and the Police in concert with my little sister, Catie.  Catie had an extra ticket because her husband had work obligations and couldn't go.  They were kind enough to give it to me.  I am looking forward to a night of great music but mostly I am looking forward to spending quality time with my sis.  We will have a wonderful evening for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted yesterday.  What a privilege it is!!  We as Americans have the freedom to be heard.  I am so thankful for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much more going on here.  I need to tidy up the house, pack my bag, get meals prepared so that things will flow smoothly while I am gone.  Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-6566445856291241090?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/6566445856291241090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=6566445856291241090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6566445856291241090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/6566445856291241090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/05/hangin-with-sting.html' title='Hangin&apos; with Sting'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCr5vJmbaiI/AAAAAAAAABM/oTEuKEQTZek/s72-c/DSC01399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-8023801424609702141</id><published>2008-05-13T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:43:54.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Uncle J.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Uncle Jack.  May your 45th year be a Rockin' one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCntPpmbahI/AAAAAAAAABE/wrPOPsX75TY/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCntPpmbahI/AAAAAAAAABE/wrPOPsX75TY/s320/DSC01683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199948097896802834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5184912872520509973-8023801424609702141?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/8023801424609702141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=8023801424609702141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8023801424609702141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8023801424609702141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-uncle-j.html' title='Happy Birthday, Uncle J.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCntPpmbahI/AAAAAAAAABE/wrPOPsX75TY/s72-c/DSC01683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-8561047165286298796</id><published>2008-05-13T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:22:31.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCncHZmbagI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZJkLK9PKgrE/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCncHZmbagI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZJkLK9PKgrE/s320/DSC01761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199929264465209858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel so safe knowing I am in the midst of these three.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-8561047165286298796?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/8561047165286298796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=8561047165286298796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8561047165286298796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/8561047165286298796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-so-safe-knowing-i-am-in-midst-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SCncHZmbagI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZJkLK9PKgrE/s72-c/DSC01761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-451371442994358205</id><published>2007-08-21T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:29:41.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RssnqXYZ40I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0VmR-C2CHZ4/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RssnqXYZ40I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0VmR-C2CHZ4/s320/DSC01098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101214611711583042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I am ready for fall.  I'm ready for cool weather, the turning of the leaves, harvest, pumpkins, corn candy, apple pies, snuggly sweaters... the whole bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has been great.  We went to a couple of fun water parks.  Tubed down the Niobrara.  Enjoyed sleeping in and being lazy.  Let's not forget the county fair.  Funnel cakes, snow cones and cotton candy- delightful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for yummy treats.  I think I get it from my grandfather.  He loved candy, especially chocolate.  He had a secret stash which he kept well hidden.  I tend to do the same thing with tootsie rolls.  It's insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I best get moving.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-451371442994358205?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/451371442994358205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=451371442994358205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/451371442994358205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/451371442994358205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-i-have-to-say-that-i-am-ready-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RssnqXYZ40I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0VmR-C2CHZ4/s72-c/DSC01098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-4445183761956023749</id><published>2007-08-20T15:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:53:54.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The brother/sister bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RsoWo3YZ4zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fLGav1SVDbk/s1600-h/baby+brother+home+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RsoWo3YZ4zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fLGav1SVDbk/s320/baby+brother+home+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100914419267396402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting friends.  Today has been a great day.  I got some much needed house cleaning done plus laundry.  Yeah!!!!  School has started and my baby flew the coop for Kindergarten.  I was a little melancholy at first. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't handle my daughter's first day of school well.  I bawled like a baby.  I didn't even see it coming.  Tears just started squirting of my eyes. Teachers were coming up and consoling me as I emotionally fell apart- not pretty. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got through the first day.  My good friend, Sandy, had a coffee for all the lonely mothers so that we would be occupied and not fall apart.  She is a dear and thoughtful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day was picking up my two kids, Mia and Jack.  The walked out together hand in hand smiling and laughing together.  The sibling bond is something rather special, isn't it?  Of coarse as I write this the kids are teasing and fighting.  I know they love each other even if they can't stand each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is of me and my brother.  It was taken on Christmas Eve, 1977.  It was the year we were late for the annual Christmas Eve Program.  My mom had issues with being on time and was running late.  This was the year we had a very uneven Christmas tree.  Well, my little bro was messing around with decorations and gifts and the tree fell on top of him.  All I could see was two hands and two feet.  I could barely hear a plea for help.  We got to church just as our classes were walking down the corridor into the gym.  We had to walk behind all the teachers.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a memorable entrance.  We laugh about that moment in time often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day.  Make the most of it and look forward to what tomorrow brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-4445183761956023749?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/4445183761956023749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=4445183761956023749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4445183761956023749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4445183761956023749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2007/08/brothersister-bond.html' title='The brother/sister bond'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RsoWo3YZ4zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fLGav1SVDbk/s72-c/baby+brother+home+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184912872520509973.post-4674555529242955343</id><published>2007-08-19T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:29:48.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RsjuVXYZ4xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mvi8J3RKZtw/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RsjuVXYZ4xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mvi8J3RKZtw/s320/DSC00879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100588628818125586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first blog entry.  the reason is that i have a little free time on my hands and why not do something new.  I am so new to this blog thing.  I hope it will be something people will want to read so stay tuned........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5184912872520509973-4674555529242955343?l=bird-waitasec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/feeds/4674555529242955343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184912872520509973&amp;postID=4674555529242955343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4674555529242955343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184912872520509973/posts/default/4674555529242955343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bird-waitasec.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09897240789829409948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/SZZBX0WvU4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xowoR0JH87A/S220/DSC02278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNrCpxj80ns/RsjuVXYZ4xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mvi8J3RKZtw/s72-c/DSC00879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
