<?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-8618674668079311856</id><updated>2012-01-27T22:38:47.435-05:00</updated><category term='Beatles'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='mammogram'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='waterboarding'/><category term='books'/><category term='kidney'/><category term='the 60&apos;s'/><category term='scraps'/><category term='copyright laws'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='spoiled'/><category term='older parents'/><category term='cream cheese'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='fast meal'/><category term='tween clothing'/><category term='relationships'/><category 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If I were making resolutions I'd resolve to blog more frequently, but I'm not so we'll just have to wait &amp;amp; see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;Things are going fine here.  I got a Kindle Fire for Christmas and have been reading like a maniac!  I absolutely LOVE being able to pick a book &amp;amp; instantly have it right in my hand, it's amazing!!  I've bought a few, borrowed a few through the library's electronic book program, and downloaded some that are free because of being classics or Amazon.com's deal of the day.  Woo hoo!  Happy New Year &amp;amp; Happy Reading!!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7887620165635351481?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7887620165635351481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7887620165635351481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7887620165635351481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7887620165635351481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3885705173333810817</id><published>2011-11-01T23:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:26:34.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal shelter'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Afternoon with Aubrey the Silky Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRYP1E5Kh_0/TrDDCTvY7XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ol2zvGRtxro/s1600/Aubrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670246375285648754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRYP1E5Kh_0/TrDDCTvY7XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ol2zvGRtxro/s320/Aubrey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my day to volunteer at our local Animal Shelter. I've been doing this for a couple of months now and really enjoy it. I mainly focus my attention on the cats and puppies, because that's what's needed most right now. (They already have plenty of dog walkers, and that works out fine for me because with my back being a bit delicate I don't want to risk getting jerked &amp;amp; ending up like I was earlier in the Fall!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was scheduled for afternoon instead of my usual morning hours and I was amazed at the difference a few hours made! When I arrived all of the cats were sound asleep, a huge contrast to mornins when vying for attention - wanting to play, bouncing around in their cages, meowing, etc.! As I was reading their cards &amp;amp; catching up on new arrivals a ball of fluff started to stir and Audrey, a long-haired calico who has been living there nearly 3 weeks, woke up. I got her out of her cage and she snuggled up against me purring like crazy. I sat in the rocking chair and petted her for quite a while - we were both in Heaven! Since the other cats were all still sleeping there was no need to "share the love" - they were perfectly content and so was I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we rocked I realized that my eyes were getting misty. Hmm.. what was that about? It only took a couple of minutes to figure it out - petting her felt just like petting Callie, our elderly cat (nearly 19 yrs. old) who passed away in '09 and who I still miss. Stroking the incredibly soft, silky fur and slender frame brought back so many good memories! This little "pound kitty" girl is 7 years old and was turned in because her owner was no longer able to care for her. To me these are the saddest cases - it's easy to find homes for puppies and kittens, but when a pet has a few years under its belt people tend not to be as interested in them even though an older pet is often more docile and well behaved than the younger ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home I told DH all about her and guess what he, who just a few months ago, said "no more cats", said? "Bring her home!" WHAT?? You could've knocked me over with a feather! I don't know whether it was her photo or hearing about how much like Callie she was, or if it was just the way he was feeling at that moment. I don't know that we'll actually get a cat - we had decided not to - but anyway it was interesting hearing those words come from his mouth! We (or at least I) would have to discuss it further before making such a big decision. In the meantime it's fun to think about! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3885705173333810817?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3885705173333810817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3885705173333810817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3885705173333810817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3885705173333810817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2011/11/tuesday-afternoon-with-aubrey-silky-cat.html' title='Tuesday Afternoon with Aubrey the Silky Cat'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRYP1E5Kh_0/TrDDCTvY7XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ol2zvGRtxro/s72-c/Aubrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4336807962702899261</id><published>2011-10-30T22:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:50:54.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy mills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Blevins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morehead KY'/><title type='text'>High School Pal Charged with Animal Cruelty</title><content type='html'>You may (if you're a FB friend) know that my high school class recently had a 40-yr. reunion. It was wonderful seeing everybody after all those years &amp;amp; we all had a great time. During the reunion talk turned to the people who weren't there &amp;amp; what had happened to them. Turns out one of the girls (well she'd be 58 now so maybe we should say women) had recently been arrested for running a puppy mill! I'd heard about the raid but never would've imagined that my classmate was the person who was responsible for the deplorable conditions these little dogs were living in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat and I had many classes together including Home Ec, which stressed cleanliness &amp;amp; good nutrition. Her Puppy Mill showed no sign of either of those things. I am just heartbroken thinking about what awful things must've happened to her after high school to bring her to the point where she could raise dogs like this and not see anything wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were over 110 dogs being kept in bad conditions behind her homes. The neighbors, when interviewed by the local tv &amp;amp; newspaper, all talked about how noisy &amp;amp; smelly the animals were. Some even mentioned that Pat's husband (now deceased) had been convicted of animal cruelty several years ago &amp;amp; wasn't even supposed to be keeping animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is why these neighbors never reported the situation to the authorities!! PLEASE, if you see animals being kept in bad conditions, call your local police or animal shelter &amp;amp; don't rest until something has been done about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are planning to buy a puppy, please don't buy it from a pet shop - or from somebody who wants to ship it to you or meet you somewhere with it. If the breeder isn't willing for you to come to their house &amp;amp; meet the parents &amp;amp; see where the puppies are being raised, RUN the opposite direction! You can bet they have something to hide. What they do is clean up a couple of the breed you're interested in &amp;amp; bring them to meet you. Sometimes they clean them up &amp;amp; bring them to a pet shop to sell for them. They may tell a flowery story about the wonderful place where the puppies live but don't believe it unless you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When questioned about what she'd done, Pat refused to admit that she'd done anything wrong. Some of the dogs confiscated from her property were in such bad shape that they had mold growing on them. They had no water, had rats in the cage with them, poop everywhere. It just broke my heart to hear about it, and when I watched the video that showed the conditions I just cried &amp;amp; cried. Nobody, human or animal, should have to live like these little dogs did. I cried for them and I cried for Pat, the quiet, friendly, helpful girl from high school whose life has led her to this point. I pray that when the legal process is finished, these little dogs will find loving homes and that Pat will get help and be able to once again become a caring individual and overcome whatever it was that brought her to this low point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The video is entitled "Rowan County KY Puppy Mill Bust" and can be seen on You Tube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4336807962702899261?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74Q9TFuXrzg&amp;feature=youtube' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4336807962702899261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4336807962702899261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4336807962702899261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4336807962702899261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-can-someone-change-so-much.html' title='High School Pal Charged with Animal Cruelty'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2786303908186790109</id><published>2011-05-18T11:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:47:44.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrabble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday calendar'/><title type='text'>Scrabble Birthday Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgBoY6eevt4/TdPqE6k2f-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Pr93xzqoi0A/s1600/Scrabble%2Bbirthday%2Bcalendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgBoY6eevt4/TdPqE6k2f-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Pr93xzqoi0A/s320/Scrabble%2Bbirthday%2Bcalendar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608083331170598882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this Birthday Calendar idea today &amp;amp; LOVE it! My son recently asked me for a list of family birthdays. He's a huge Scrabble player, so this would be a really cool way to present him with the birthday info! I'd like to make one for him AND one for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering how they did the tiny lettering used for each person's name. Maybe rub-on letters? I wrote the calendar creator a few minutes ago &amp;amp; asked him how, hope I hear back! If not, I'll figure something out. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2786303908186790109?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2786303908186790109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2786303908186790109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2786303908186790109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2786303908186790109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2011/05/scrabble-birthday-calendar.html' title='Scrabble Birthday Calendar'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgBoY6eevt4/TdPqE6k2f-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Pr93xzqoi0A/s72-c/Scrabble%2Bbirthday%2Bcalendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3702328390353544989</id><published>2011-04-17T22:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:34:49.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overwhelmed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Overwhelmed When Trying to Scrap  :-p</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I made a couple of cards &amp; today I spent several hours reorganizing some of my materials.  I'm feeling a little discouraged because I have so many scrapping/cardmaking supplies and so rarely use them.  Whenever I try to scrap I end up spinning my wheels, getting overwhelmed, and accomplishing nothing.  I have years of pics to scrap and tons of pretty things to use.  So, my question to you is:  How do YOU get started when you're not sure where to start?  Any tricks or suggestions will greatly appreciated!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3702328390353544989?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3702328390353544989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3702328390353544989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3702328390353544989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3702328390353544989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2011/04/overwhelmed-when-trying-to-scrap-p.html' title='Overwhelmed When Trying to Scrap  :-p'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-8089022379940577939</id><published>2011-04-15T19:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:58:35.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ticker tape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quilts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scraps'/><title type='text'>Ticker Tape Quilts</title><content type='html'>I like to quilt but haven't done it in a very long time. Just now I read about "ticker tape quilting". Have you ever heard of it? I hadn't. Apparently you use small scraps &amp;amp; stitch them onto a quilt sandwich. I've been looking at pics on flickr of ticker tape quilts &amp;amp; it looks like there are quite a few ways of assembling the pieces. If you haven't seen them, there are a variety pictured here: http://www.flickr.com/groups/1347527@N21/  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Ruth wrote about them - that's how I first heard of them. You'll find her blog under "fuzzy's faves" there on the left side of my blog. There's a sew-along project going on that she featured today in her blog. Each person works at their own speed, posting pics to show others how they're progressing. When you finish you'll have a Rainbow Ticker Tape Quilt, so called because each square will feature a different color. It sounds like fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-8089022379940577939?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.flickr.com/groups/1347527@N21/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8089022379940577939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=8089022379940577939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8089022379940577939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8089022379940577939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2011/04/ticker-tape-quilts.html' title='Ticker Tape Quilts'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2340954627533374086</id><published>2011-01-30T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:50:49.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canidae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Buffalo'/><title type='text'>Taste Test: Blue Buffalo vs Canidae</title><content type='html'>While we have double the dogs we usually have, we thought it'd be interesting to do a little dog food comparison &amp;amp; see which dog food is preferred.  Our dogs (which we'll call the White Team since they're both white) normally eat Canidae and the visiting dogs (which we'll call the Black Team since they're both black) normally eat Blue Buffalo.  Both are high-quality dry dog foods that are similar enough that we (and the owners of Dex &amp;amp; Sam) agreed that it'd be ok to have a bowl of each brand of food available to all four dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day:&lt;/strong&gt;  All 4 dogs ate like there was no tomorrow!  Seriously, they ate twice as much as they usually do.  The White team (aka our dogs) ate Blue Buffalo almost exclusively.  Black team (aka the visitors) ate Canidae almost exclusively.  &lt;strong&gt;Both bowls were almost completely empty at the end of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;While the dogs were extremely active, I think part of the encreased eating was due to having something new since each chose the food he/she didn't normally receive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Day:&lt;/strong&gt;  Food consumption returned to normal.  All 4 dogs returned to eating their own brand, and &lt;strong&gt;at the end of the day both bowls were still half full&lt;/strong&gt;.  The dogs were not as active today since the excitement of having each other around had abated.  Funny that the "new" wore off this fast, both with having new companions &amp;amp; with having different food.  All 4 are happy &amp;amp; content, playing and napping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2340954627533374086?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2340954627533374086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2340954627533374086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2340954627533374086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2340954627533374086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2011/01/taste-test-blue-buffalo-vs-canidae.html' title='Taste Test: Blue Buffalo vs Canidae'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7689291140785146777</id><published>2011-01-29T23:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:41:41.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Double the Dogs!</title><content type='html'>As you know, we normally have two dogs here at our house. Right now we have FOUR! That's right, Polly &amp;amp; Garcia have houseguests. Dexter and Sammy, 2 little black Shih-tzus are visiting. I'm sure I'll have some pics posted of the 4 of them before the visit is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought them home with us yesterday morning &amp;amp; Polly &amp;amp; Garcia were SO excited! We walked in the front door with Dexter &amp;amp; Sammie and headed straight through the house &amp;amp; out the back door with Polly &amp;amp; Garcia joining us along the way. The 4 of them ran around like maniacs in the back yard while Mike &amp;amp; I rolled around laughing. It was the cutest/funniest thing you've ever seen! We then came in &amp;amp; everyone under 2 ft tall got a treat. We thought they'd all then take a rest, but NOPE, they were still way too excited for that! The 4 of them ran around in the house, pulled out all the toys, hopped up &amp;amp; looked out the windows, and had a grand time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammie, the baby, was SO excited about having a fenced yard in which to run that he scratched at the door (his way of saying he needs to go out) about every half hour. He got to go outside lots &amp;amp; lots, &amp;amp; the other 2 boys went with him just about every time. Pollyanna decided to hang with the humans instead, and just went out at her "normal" times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could not believe how active the 4 of them were all afternoon and evening! When it came time for bed they did really well though, settling right down to sleep without the whispering &amp;amp; giggling I remember from having tiny human sleep-overs. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the four have alternated between playing &amp;amp; napping - I think they wore themselves out yesterday. Wonder what they'll do tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7689291140785146777?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7689291140785146777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7689291140785146777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7689291140785146777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7689291140785146777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2011/01/double-dogs.html' title='Double the Dogs!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5674308886657005761</id><published>2011-01-05T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:08:59.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First of my YAWYK Items Left Today!</title><content type='html'>Today I did my first papercrafting of 2011:  I made a card &amp;amp; sent it with a bunch of stickers to a little preschooler and her big sister.  (Should've taken a pic of the card but didn't... but at least I made the card LOL!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items used: 3 small Sizzix cardstock sheets, 1 ribbon, 1 blank card, and some epoxy alphabet stickers.  I'm counting all the letters as one item rather than counting each one individually, so that makes a total of  6 items used for making the card.  (I'm not counting adhesives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enclosed:&lt;br /&gt;24 little sheets of stickers (the sheets that are 3-5" square that you buy from a roll)&lt;br /&gt;and 2 mini-scrapbooking kits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6 items used on the card + 26 items given away = 32 items out of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;em&gt;Just 1,979&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to go&lt;/em&gt; to reach my goal of sending 2011 craft items out of the house in 2011.  That's kind of daunting, but if Ann Marie can do it I can do it!  (See Ann, you've inspired me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5674308886657005761?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5674308886657005761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5674308886657005761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5674308886657005761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5674308886657005761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-of-my-yawyk-items-left-today.html' title='The First of my YAWYK Items Left Today!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-224597126789599294</id><published>2010-12-31T17:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:04:47.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAWYK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplify'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materials'/><title type='text'>YAWK 2011  (You Are What You Keep)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My friend Ann from the old Scrapbooking board took part this year in a movement called YAWYK ("You Are What You Keep") which encourages you to get rid of the excess stuff in your life. Ann did a scrapbook-related project, striving to get rid of 2010 scrapping items in 2010 by either using them, donating them, selling them, or tossing them. Even though she didn't start until June, she actually accomplished her goal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I think I will do the same thing! I vow that one year from today my crafting room will contain 2011 fewer items than it does today! This will include scrapbooking, sewing, and needlework (knit, crochet, embroidery) items. I think this will be fun - I plan to use the same guidelines she did when it comes to counting items.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You can read them here in her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vexedangel.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/not-sure-if-this-is-possible-in-5-months/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://vexedangel.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/not-sure-if-this-is-possible-in-5-months/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I just read some blog entries by the person who inspired Ann, and it looks like she counted everything in the house (clothes, etc.) in her count of items.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Her blog is here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youarewhatyoukeep.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-started-few-ground-rules.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;http://youarewhatyoukeep.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-started-few-ground-rules.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm going to stick with the craft items though - having to list clothes, etc. just seems too complicated. I think I'll be more inclined to stick to it if I stick with one room. (Other items may fly out the door, they just won't be counted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Want to join me in the YAWYK for 2011?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-224597126789599294?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/224597126789599294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=224597126789599294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/224597126789599294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/224597126789599294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-friend-ann-from-old-scrapbooking.html' title='YAWK 2011  (You Are What You Keep)'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7884671434100541902</id><published>2010-12-31T15:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:04:04.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Insurance - ugh!</title><content type='html'>DH got something in the mail today that started a conversation about life insurance.  That's fine &amp;amp; dandy as long as I can stay semi-detached from the topic &amp;amp; just discuss it intellectually.  When it comes down to the realities of it though, I don't really like to think about it.  I'd say most people feel that way - I mean who wants to think about their spouse dying (unless they don't like them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess we're going to get some, so I'd like some input from YOU.  Do you have life insurance?  If so, do you have very much (you can be as specific or as vague as you want).  What company did you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7884671434100541902?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7884671434100541902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7884671434100541902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7884671434100541902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7884671434100541902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-insurance-ugh.html' title='Life Insurance - ugh!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5238047458679743119</id><published>2010-11-24T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:25:07.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents are Coming!</title><content type='html'>My husband just left to go get my parents &amp;amp; bring them up here for Thanksgiving.  I haven't seen them since Christmas!  This is the longest we've ever gone without seeing each other.  I'm excited about seeing them &amp;amp; a little anxious about how they'll be...  my sister (who had them at her house for 3 weeks recently) said they're showing signs of aging quite a bit with memory, hearing, and some mobility problems.  However they are though I'm sure we'll have fun just being together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5238047458679743119?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5238047458679743119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5238047458679743119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5238047458679743119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5238047458679743119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-parents-are-coming.html' title='My Parents are Coming!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3194168099311546276</id><published>2010-11-19T16:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:57:32.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baking Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TObwuPMdIJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/dx4_KoxTnj0/s1600/Andy%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2Bat%2Bour%2Bhouse%2BNov%2B2%2B2010%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TObwGXKI8DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yXtKDdnQbhg/s1600/Andy%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2Bat%2Bour%2Bhouse%2BNov%2B2%2B2010%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541380383612399666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TObwGXKI8DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yXtKDdnQbhg/s320/Andy%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2Bat%2Bour%2Bhouse%2BNov%2B2%2B2010%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm about to bake my second cake in less than a month! I used to bake a lot, but hadn't in quite a few years... I think I'm "getting my groove back". LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may (or may not) know, on October 1st we moved 300 miles closer to my family! For the first time in over ten years I'm getting to see them on a regular basis, and boy is it making a difference! I'm LOVING it! A couple of weeks ago I made a birthday cake for my grandson's 2nd birthday. (see pic) He adored it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I'm going to try a new recipe I got from a friend earlier this week. It's called "Coal Miner's Cake" . I'm also going to make dressing using the recipe my grandmother used every year on Thanksgiving. Yum! These are both for a family gathering tomorrow.  Being back close  to my family has made it fun to cook again! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3194168099311546276?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3194168099311546276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3194168099311546276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3194168099311546276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3194168099311546276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-baking-again.html' title='I&apos;m Baking Again!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TObwGXKI8DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yXtKDdnQbhg/s72-c/Andy%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Bparty%2Bat%2Bour%2Bhouse%2BNov%2B2%2B2010%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6752708637090149875</id><published>2010-11-18T10:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:48:18.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't Crafty or Artistic at All!</title><content type='html'>Most of the blogs I &lt;strong&gt;read&lt;/strong&gt; are written by my "crafty" friends - those who use their talents to make beautiful/quirky/inspiring creations. While I love making things, I really haven't blogged much about that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;strong&gt;write&lt;/strong&gt; it's mostly to clear my head of swirling thoughts or to work through things I don't talk about IRL. I hope this isn't annoying to those who arrive at this blog by clicking on a comment I've made on a knitting, sewing, or scrapbooking blog. I've thought of making a separate blog to use when commenting on those but I haven't. I figure my blog is just for myself, not to please others. That said, I do apologize to anyone who is disappointed not to find cool creations here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, that could change. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6752708637090149875?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6752708637090149875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6752708637090149875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6752708637090149875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6752708637090149875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-isnt-crafty-or-artistic-at-all.html' title='This isn&apos;t Crafty or Artistic at All!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-847241244467829439</id><published>2010-06-12T02:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:34:50.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarcoidosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch Changes...</title><content type='html'>I just added a pic to my last post &amp; it got me to thinking, seeing the 2 photos side-by-side, about how many changes DH &amp; I have endured this year.  Somehow it was reassuring seeing that I haven't changed all THAT much really, at least not on the outside.  I feel (internally) like I've aged a good 20 years just since that pic was made last May.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the way home from the birthday party/picnic (where the pic was taken) that I got the call that my husband was in the emergency room with his heart rate insanely high and his oxygen level dangerously low.  They were considering doing a heart cath right away.  Hearing his voice &amp; knowing he was all alone &amp; that there was no way I could get there in time to help him through the frightening procedure was horrible! Fortunately it turned out he didn't have to have the hearth cath, but my confidence that he'd be fine when I was (400 miles) away was shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that happened I've cut myself off from my friends &amp; not lived a healthy lifestyle at all.  The health crisis that led to his being in the ER that day led to an all-consuming fear, fear that I would lose this man I love so much.  A move was necessary because of all the stairs in our home.  Other changes, including his having to take a medical retirement, came about &amp; the resulting decrease in income and increase in stress seemed to suck the energy out of both of us.  Talking to friends just seemed to take more effort than it was worth.  I had the urge to "batten down the hatches" and stay close to home.  We both went into "automatic pilot" in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Spring I feel a bit of change in the air, as they say, and am hoping that the changes we're considering will result in a happier situation for both DH and me.  That would be cool!  Just having something new to talk about has been refreshing after a winter centered around ill health and fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this Bible verse yesterday &amp; need to make it a point to remember it next time things seem so overwhelmingly bad: “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, even though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though its waters roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with its swelling.” Psalms 46:1-3  I hope it will inspire you and bring you peace as it did me last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-847241244467829439?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/847241244467829439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=847241244467829439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/847241244467829439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/847241244467829439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/06/ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch Changes...'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6061111807356291251</id><published>2010-06-05T10:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:09:06.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday &amp; the Silver-haired Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TBMkFvR8B8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5k1EXTOZEDo/s1600/Jen+%26+Becky+May+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TBMkFvR8B8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5k1EXTOZEDo/s320/Jen+%26+Becky+May+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481764852449675202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TApmQYI7XgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PPxX7GV6WM4/s1600/Becky+%26+Andy+June+1+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TApmQYI7XgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PPxX7GV6WM4/s320/Becky+%26+Andy+June+1+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479304328193465858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new day - hurrah!  I'm hoping to either do some sewing or make a few cards for FUN &amp; to boost my happiness level.  Creating things makes me very happy but sometimes I forget that &amp; spend too much of my "free time" on the computer instead. (Easy to do since it's fun too, just in a different way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I decided to stop coloring my hair &amp; just see 1. how much white was hiding, and 2. how it looked that way.  I've always just used temporary color that washed out in 6 weeks so it didn't take long for it to all be gone &amp; shiny silver showed up promptly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband likes it - he prefers it being "natural" so he was happy about my decision. None of my friends or co-workers said anything about the change.  Then, last weekend, I saw my kids &amp; my grandchildren for the first time since going natural.  I was curious about what they'd think... I know Jas &amp; Jen tend to prefer it when it's the style &amp; color that it was when they were growing up... I don't think they like the idea of their mom getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did they say about the new silvery streaks in mom's hair? Nothing!  (Maybe because their mom, aka me, taught them "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all".  LOL!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person to mention it was my youngest granddaughter Bri, who is 5.  We were coloring paperdolls to look like ourselves, &amp; she said "Nana, I have black hair like you!  Yours has some gray though, but that's ok!  I love you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.. thanks" I said (laughing).  "That's why I'm using the black glitter crayon for my hair -  the glitter is the silver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna nodded.  "Well, Nana, you don't have to worry.  I will always love you no matter WHAT you look like!" she exclaimed &amp; gave me a big hug.  ROFL!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... now I'm rethinking the hair color. Here's a pic - taken in a disheveled moment but it shows the color - or lack of!.  As you can see there's not a LOT of silver, but it's definitely there. Also, for comparison, there's one taken 1 year ago when I was still coloring it. What do you think?  All opinions welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6061111807356291251?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6061111807356291251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6061111807356291251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6061111807356291251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6061111807356291251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/06/saturday-glitter-haired-nana.html' title='Saturday &amp; the Silver-haired Nana'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TBMkFvR8B8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5k1EXTOZEDo/s72-c/Jen+%26+Becky+May+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-9020259332289485398</id><published>2010-06-04T17:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:53:06.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouchy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TAl0S9cJ5GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EoncMtXIKrU/s1600/grouchy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479038290752037986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TAl0S9cJ5GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EoncMtXIKrU/s320/grouchy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaack, I'm feeling so grouchy today I can hardly stand myself! Guess I'm still getting over the fun &amp;amp; frolick (&amp;amp; many hours in the car) of last weekend! It was definitely worth it - I had a great time - but I feel like I've been "rode hard &amp;amp; put up wet" as they say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shoulder blade has a knot the size of Texas &amp;amp; is hurting like crazy, my Florida plans got cancelled (thanks a lot, BP Oil), and my stomach is killing me. Whine whine whine!  The good news is that I have keep the grouchiness to myself &amp;amp; haven't yelled at anybody or anything like that.  The fact that I didn't see a soul the whole time I was at work made that pretty easy.  Can you believe it??  Even the mailman didn't come in to use the restroom like the usually does.  I couldn've worn my bathrobe to work &amp;amp; nobody would've known the difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily it's Friday so hopefully I'll get rested up &amp;amp; feel better. If the weather permits we'll plant some flowers tomorrow &amp;amp; get the front porch/sunroom fixed up for Summer. :-) I'm wanting to get a porch swing for the patio but so far haven't seen one I liked. Home Depot had the perfect one last Summer but so far this year they don't have it. Crossing my fingers that I'll find one soon! Swinging is so soothing - it makes things seem much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-9020259332289485398?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9020259332289485398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=9020259332289485398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/9020259332289485398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/9020259332289485398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/06/grouchy.html' title='Grouchy!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/TAl0S9cJ5GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EoncMtXIKrU/s72-c/grouchy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5163606680895978123</id><published>2010-01-07T22:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:43:04.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical retirement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarcoidosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lung disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto-immune disease'/><title type='text'>Sarcoidosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/S0aoZMUq2KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YfWuxFIN2I8/s1600-h/Stop+Sarcoidosis+ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424207951972456610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/S0aoZMUq2KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YfWuxFIN2I8/s320/Stop+Sarcoidosis+ribbon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week from tomorrow my husband will work his last day at the job he's had for 25 years. He has been approved for a medical retirement because of the damage the disease Sarcoidosis has done to his lungs. I have mixed feelings about the retirement. Getting to spend more time with him will be great, but having it be because of a life-threatening illness is devastating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't heard of Sarcoidosis (most people haven't) or aren't sure exactly what it is, here's the best website I've found about it: &lt;a href="http://www.stopsarcoidosis.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.stopsarcoidosis.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll no doubt write more about this at another time, but right now just typing that one little (first) paragraph made a huge knot form in my stomach. We'll get through this &amp;amp; God will help us, but right now it's still taking some getting to the idea that his health and life are being affected so much by this stupid disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5163606680895978123?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5163606680895978123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5163606680895978123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5163606680895978123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5163606680895978123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-from-tomorrow-my-husband-will-work.html' title='Sarcoidosis'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/S0aoZMUq2KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YfWuxFIN2I8/s72-c/Stop+Sarcoidosis+ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5015096346820537576</id><published>2009-04-24T14:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:10:16.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's Smiling Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SfIAAnZOMeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QRkP95OjEuk/s1600-h/Andy%27s+laughing+out+loud+April+23+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328321319707488738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SfIAAnZOMeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QRkP95OjEuk/s320/Andy%27s+laughing+out+loud+April+23+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Here's one of the cutest smiles you'd ever want to see! DD took the pic yesterday - can you believe how he is growing?? She called me yesterday afternoon so I could hear him giggling! What a sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5015096346820537576?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5015096346820537576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5015096346820537576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5015096346820537576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5015096346820537576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/nanas-smiling-boy.html' title='Nana&apos;s Smiling Boy'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SfIAAnZOMeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QRkP95OjEuk/s72-c/Andy%27s+laughing+out+loud+April+23+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7541725805793907720</id><published>2009-04-24T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:04:33.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hurrah!  Woke up this morning &amp;amp; the "scrapper's block" was gone!  Marched right into my craft room &amp;amp; did the prom layout in less than half an hour!  Don't know how that happened - maybe I worked through it in my sleep - whatever the reason I am thrilled!!!  I'll share a pic of it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7541725805793907720?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7541725805793907720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7541725805793907720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7541725805793907720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7541725805793907720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5243108145741196517</id><published>2009-04-23T19:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:53:20.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Scrap but Stuck on the Details!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm having the worst time getting started scrapping an album for myself. When I do them for other people I always know exactly how I want them to be (go figure) but for myself I just go back &amp;amp; forth about every little decision &amp;amp; end up not scrapping at all. Aaargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When this happens how do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; stop going back &amp;amp; forth about album size, which photos to use, whether or not to include old BFs/GFs in prom pics, whether to try to have a theme to the album or just use whatever you like at the moment, &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on...??? I'm starting to wish I just had about 2 dozen photos, 1 album, 1 pen/marker, 1 type of paper, and 1 set of embellishments. Then it might be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aaack! Hang on, put those materials down!! Just because I said I'd do better without them doesn't mean I meant it!! I love all my scrapping goodies!! I just need to make some decisions &amp;amp; get down to work though... otherwise this will continue to be more of a collection than a hobby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;At the moment album size is the biggest stumbling block. I love working with 12x12, but the albums are so heavy &amp;amp; bulky to carry around that I kind of prefer the 8x8... except that there's not enough room per page for all the journaling etc. that i like to include with my pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'd like to be able to make photocopies in case my kids or somebody want them, and finding a place that will do 12x12 color copies for a reasonable price is just about impossible. The easiest way to get around that would be to use 8 1/2 x 11 but I don't want to - I strongly prefer working with a square page... which brings us back to the first paragraph (above)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, anybody have any suggestions (other than QuitFiddlingAroundAndGetToWork" or "EitherFishOrGetOffTheBoat"?  LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5243108145741196517?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5243108145741196517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5243108145741196517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5243108145741196517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5243108145741196517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-scrap-but-stuck-on-details.html' title='Trying to Scrap but Stuck on the Details!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7581276632249550239</id><published>2009-04-17T10:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:35:13.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Products to Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love to try new products but hate wasting money. That's why I'm excited about this list compiled by &lt;em&gt;Self&lt;/em&gt; magazine after they had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;855 of their readers test over 1,000 beauty products&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Unlike many "best of" lists, this one actually has many afforable proucts including 35 that cost $10. or less! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm definitely going to try some of these whenever it's time for me to replace a product I already have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You can see the list along with comments by the testers by clicking on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;title above&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There's even a printable shopping list-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7581276632249550239?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.self.com/beauty/2008/04/2008-healthy-beauty-awards' title='New Products to Try'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7581276632249550239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7581276632249550239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7581276632249550239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7581276632249550239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-products-to-try.html' title='New Products to Try'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-679506092974851422</id><published>2009-04-13T21:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:53:49.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John &amp; Kate plus Eight</title><content type='html'>I'm watching &lt;em&gt;John &amp;amp; Kate plus Eight&lt;/em&gt; on TLC right now and BOY is Kate being grouchy! I've heard that she &amp;amp; her husband are having trouble &amp;amp; I can understand why. Not only is there the stress caused by trying to manage a large family, but she treats her husband like he's one of the kids. He's very easy going &amp;amp; doesn't complain about it but you know it has to get to him sooner or later! I hope they can work things out though - can you imagine trying to raise that many kids by yourself???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-679506092974851422?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/679506092974851422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=679506092974851422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/679506092974851422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/679506092974851422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-kate-plus-eight.html' title='John &amp;amp; Kate plus Eight'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7671844439251037920</id><published>2009-04-08T18:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:44:39.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Nana Blanket"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/Sd0mAuOpe5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/I5jiEXXCIcE/s1600-h/April+2009+Becky+%26+Andy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322452128473119634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/Sd0mAuOpe5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/I5jiEXXCIcE/s320/April+2009+Becky+%26+Andy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Nana Blanket" was so-named by my granddaughter Ashley who would ask specifically for "the blanket Nana made me", gradually shortened to "my Nana Blanket". Her mom (my daughter) swears that it has magical properties, soothing and putting to sleep even the most restless child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I gave my little grandson &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; Nana Blanket. His sisters were so happy that he has his own! (They'd been taking turns letting him use theirs.) Since I have 4 grandchildren this was the 4th blanket I've made of the same fluffy, thick, amazingly soft yarn. Since this is probably my last grandchild, this may also be the last Nana Blanket! We wrapped Andy up in it &amp;amp; guess what? He went right to sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7671844439251037920?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7671844439251037920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7671844439251037920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7671844439251037920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7671844439251037920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/nana-blanket.html' title='The &quot;Nana Blanket&quot;'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/Sd0mAuOpe5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/I5jiEXXCIcE/s72-c/April+2009+Becky+%26+Andy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3563089013796810788</id><published>2009-03-20T18:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:26:22.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the phone conversation</title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm much calmer now than I was when I wrote my last post (thank goodness!).  Something surprising happened last night: my mom called me "just to talk".  She never ever does that!  Never.  She sounded really nervous but just chit chatted, no mention of the conversation of the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe this was her way of apologizing or making sure that we were "ok" with our relationship.  I don't know.  Anyway, I actually felt kind of sorry for her because she sounded so very nervous.  People don't get the way she is without having something pretty bad happen to them early in life &amp;amp; normally I remind myself of this instead of letting it all get to me like it did Wed. night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think it was ok that I said what I did.  While I want to be careful about her feelings I still need to allow myself to protect my own (feelings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3563089013796810788?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3563089013796810788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3563089013796810788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3563089013796810788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3563089013796810788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-phone-conversation.html' title='Update on the phone conversation'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6548177608196422793</id><published>2009-03-18T18:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:40:54.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narcissism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isolation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoarding'/><title type='text'>Hidden Family Photos</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone with my mother and I'm so mad I just want to scream, throw things, go to her house and throw everything in it out into the yard and then set it on fire. She is being mean and selfish and I am sick of it... and before I say anything that might send me off to jail I should probably shut up and go do something physical like cleaning to release my anger. Before I do though, I need to "talk" about this a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents took tons of photos when my sister and I were growing up. When we were teenagers my mother got mad at my dad and to punish him she hid all of the photos. (This was in retaliation for his getting into them &amp;amp; taking out his favorites, ruining the "perfect order" that they had been in.) It may be hard to believe as you read the rest of this, but my mom is actually very much a perfectionist at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those pictures were stashed away in 1975 and nobody has been allowed to see them since. We (my sister and I) have asked repeatedly to see them or at to borrow a few so we could make copies to show our children &amp;amp; to scrapbook so later generations could enjoy them. We even offered to let her go with us to make the copies so that she could see we weren't trying to steal them or harm them in any way. She flatly refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and my dad will both be 78 this year. Tonight I asked her (on the phone) if she could just tell me where the photos are so that if something were to happen to her we'd know where to look. She said no. Long story short, she totally refused to tell me even if I promised not to try to get them out. She said that after she's gone we can find them ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand the enormity of meanness in that statement you have to understand that my mother is a hoarder. We're talking to the extreme - as in something you'd see on television on a show about mental illness. There is no way you could go through everything in that house, even if you had several people working non-stop for months. It would take years. This is not an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize it but hoarding is a problem many normal-seeming people have, and with which their children must deal. To look at my parents you'd never guess that their house is full of stuff. They are both well groomed, intelligent, successful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of resources available if you're interested in learning more about hoarders.  Many are listed here: &lt;a href="http://www.childrenofhoarders.com/coh36.php"&gt;http://www.childrenofhoarders.com/coh36.php&lt;/a&gt; and some short videos are posted there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watched this one &amp;amp;  got to the part about there being a hair taped to the door I just burst into tears - that very situation is/was in our house but I had no idea that anybody else had ever experienced it. If you want to take a few minutes to "hear" the voices of those living with a hoarder, it's here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vid77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/COHDonna/?action=view&amp;amp;current=COHVoices.flv"&gt;http://vid77.photobucket.com/albums/j58/COHDonna/?action=view&amp;amp;current=COHVoices.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part about her choosing "Things" over family is one of the most painful parts of the whole thing. I just feel drained right now so I can't even begin to go into how it has (and still does) affect the lives of my family. Just suffice to say that we can't visit her because there isn't room for people to sit down (besides her &amp;amp; dad) and the stacks are so high that my daughter is afraid to take her children there because something could (seriously) fall over &amp;amp; kill them. Magazines, etc. are piled up to within inches of the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air quality is so bad that my husband avoids even going inside since he has lung problems, and I have to take major doses of allergy med to be in the house at all. We're afraid to let our dogs' feet touch the floor because of the risk that they'll find something poisonous, and several family members have actually become ill from eating food that's outdated... in fact my husband has flat refused to eat a bit of anything there for years. When my sister &amp;amp; I insisted on clearing out the outdated food mom got absolutely hysterical when she discovered what we were doing. That's a long, long story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel a little better now that I've "talked" about it a bit. Actually a lot better. Usually I can't say a thing about it because I am so ashamed that they live that way, but I can't do anything about it because they flat refuse to let me. Did you know that when you open what used to be the silverware drawer, it is completely filled to the brim with twist-ties (from bread wrappers)? We're talking a normal sized kitchen drawer here folks, can you imagine how many ties that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I suggested getting rid of some of them she went ballastic. Same thing with the literally hundreds of empty plastic containers from butter, etc. She said she NEEDS them. Expand this kind of thinking to fill the whole (5-bedroom, 2 story) house... how many construction dumpsters will it take to clear this out when she is gone? She has proudly stated that we'll need to go through every little thing because she has some good things hidden. For instance, her good diamonds are hidden in empty cold cream jars with cotton balls packed inside so they won't rattle. News flash: I don't think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the family photos are just a tiny part of the whole insane situation. From the reading I've done it seems that there's not really a solution to the problem. It's a type of OCD but OCD meds aren't all that effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first discovered that it's an illness it made me feel a little less angry about it, but tonight, trying to have a rational discussion with her about the photos, the anger came flooding back. Of course I stayed calm &amp;amp; "nice" while on the phone because that's what I was taught to do - keep any "bad" feelings stuffed down inside &amp;amp; let it destroy your soul... because your soul doesn't matter nearly as much as the importance of keeping others (especially your mother) from feeling uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6548177608196422793?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6548177608196422793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6548177608196422793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6548177608196422793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6548177608196422793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/hidden-family-photos.html' title='Hidden Family Photos'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2408098247032082611</id><published>2009-03-10T21:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:03:14.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Ice Fishermen, Hello Swans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SbcX8r1fLwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wOoj6WYxUcE/s1600-h/swans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311740616833445634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SbcX8r1fLwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wOoj6WYxUcE/s320/swans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We may not have flowers blooming like Shannon in California and we don't have trees budding like Jason in Cincinnati, but yesterday we finally got &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one tiny little hint of Spring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days the lakes have been thawing. (It was scary seeing the ice fishermen still out on them this weekend!) Yesterday in the lake nearest my house there appeared a little melted opening in the midst of the remaining ice, and guess what? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A swan was floating in it!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It had a patient air about it, like it was saying "&lt;em&gt;ok, I'll just hang out here 'til the rest of the lake thaws&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started loving swans when I was a little girl &amp;amp; my grandmother read "The Ugly Duckling" to me. Until I moved up here I'd only seen them in captivity. &lt;em&gt;I nearly ran off the road when I first saw a flock here just swimming casually swimming around!&lt;/em&gt; Here in Michigan they're on nearly every lake you pass, and even after living here for years I &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;get excited about them!! They just amaze me, they're so majestic in the water &amp;amp; so huge when they fly that you have to wonder how they ever got off the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo I took one Spring when my favorite pair of swans were taking turns sitting on their eggs. (If you look closely you can see their nest - it is just huge... and my California &amp;amp; Texas friends will want to note that there's not a single bit of spring green appearing, even though it was taken in April!) I pass by them on my way to work every day &amp;amp; enjoy watching their progress as they build the nest, then seeing them sitting there warming the eggs, and finally the thrill of seeing the babies all out swimming in a row behind their parents! Did you know that swans mate for life? This week they brightened my life by letting me know that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YES, Spring IS coming, even to the land of ice &amp;amp; snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2408098247032082611?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2408098247032082611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2408098247032082611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2408098247032082611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2408098247032082611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-ice-fishermen-hello-swans.html' title='Goodbye Ice Fishermen, Hello Swans!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SbcX8r1fLwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wOoj6WYxUcE/s72-c/swans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6740329370180151328</id><published>2009-03-07T08:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:54:44.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real-life Transformers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here in Michigan this was being told as true &amp;amp; is the funniest thing - of course it's totally made up but wouldn't it be great if they really did have something this way? It'd be like one of those "transformer" toys from the 90's! (Before reading it you non-Michiganders should know that MI-DOT stands for &lt;em&gt;Michigan Department of Transportation&lt;/em&gt;. MI-DOT trucks are huge bright yellow trucks with enormous plows on the front &amp;amp; a big salt-spreading devices on the back. They sport flashing yellow lights so that you won't run into them during a white-out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look out for MI-DOT trucks parked along the road or suddenly appearing behind you pacing you - it could be a Trooper driving the truck. Called 'Operation Yellow Jacket', each Michigan State Police District has a truck cleaned up and ready to go! These trucks have specially &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;modified engines that can virtually catapult the truck from snow-plow speed to intercept speed in seconds&lt;/span&gt;. And when the engine boost kicks in, the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;warning lights automatically change&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;flashing yellow&lt;/span&gt; to the dreaded &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red and blue&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6740329370180151328?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6740329370180151328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6740329370180151328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6740329370180151328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6740329370180151328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-life-transformers.html' title='Real-life Transformers?'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7343375897169847132</id><published>2009-02-06T18:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:00:28.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing Out</title><content type='html'>It was sunny today &amp;amp; that got me in the mood to clear out some "stuff".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently FlyLady (my sister frequently sends me her articles) said a good way to clear out excess "stuff" is to pretend that you're moving. &lt;em&gt;Get rid of the things that you'd toss (or donate) if you knew you'd be having to pack up and carry everything you keep.&lt;/em&gt; I thought that was a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a sister who sends you FlyLady articles, you can check them out for yourself at &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/"&gt;http://www.flylady.net/&lt;/a&gt; You can also sign up there to automatically receive FlyLady e-mails but do be aware that she sends a LOT. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7343375897169847132?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7343375897169847132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7343375897169847132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7343375897169847132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7343375897169847132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/clearing-out.html' title='Clearing Out'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3868752019088833935</id><published>2009-01-23T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:48:40.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't made it to any of the scrapbook crops yet but I did get out &amp;amp; have some fun today! I got together with a couple of my friends who I hadn't seen since October. We went to an Indian restaurant that was WONDERFUL! I forget the name... it's Bombay something... anyway, we had a lot of fun there laughing &amp;amp; catching up on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to play Scrabble afterwards but ended up just visiting instead. One of the girls had to go home early so the other one (Jan) and I went to her house for a while. Her granddaughter was there. She just graduated from college in December &amp;amp; is a really nice girl, so I enjoyed talking with her and Jan's husband as well as Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I watched the season premier of &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; which I'd taped Wed. night. It was good but not as good as I'd hoped. Afterwards I was chatting on-line with one of my former students whose mother Betsy was one of my best friends before I moved up here. We met in 1995 when her son was in my first kindergarten class. I was new in town &amp;amp; she was the first person who befriended me. She is so funny and has a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, turns out she has stage 4 colon cancer which has spread to her liver. I'm still in shock. Her daughter gave me her cell phone # so I called her at the hospital &amp;amp; we talked for about 20 minutes. She sounded pretty drugged up. She had surgery several weeks ago but has had all sorts of problems &amp;amp; complications so she's still in the hospital. Anyway, if you'd like to say a prayer for Betsy I know she'd appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3868752019088833935?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3868752019088833935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3868752019088833935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3868752019088833935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3868752019088833935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friday.html' title='My Friday'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3596803874087818305</id><published>2009-01-14T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:36:23.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooking Friends</title><content type='html'>I think I need to get out &amp;amp; make more friends locally.  In the winter I tend to be a bit of a hermit which isn't really good.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm thinking about going to a crop at our local scrapbooking store.  Whenever I'm in there everyone seems very nice &amp;amp; now that they've moved they're a LOT closer to my house.  :-)  It would be nice to have friends with common interests who live reasonably close, don't you think?  I have some wonderful friends on the scrapbooking forum but they all live too far away for us to be able to scrap together.  So... we'll see if I actually make it to a crop.  I wish my sister was here - we could go to it together &amp;amp; that would be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3596803874087818305?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3596803874087818305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3596803874087818305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3596803874087818305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3596803874087818305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/scrapbooking-friends.html' title='Scrapbooking Friends'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2293717647036268031</id><published>2009-01-13T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:53:24.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya Angelou on Getting Older</title><content type='html'>Today in an e-mail I received these quotes that I want to remember.  Some I'd heard before and some I hadn't.  They're just a few of the answers Maya  Angelou gave to Oprah Winfrey when Oprah asked what she had learned during her 70 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'I've  learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it  seems today, life does go on, and it will be better  tomorrow.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'I've  learned that regardless of your relationship with  your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone  from your life.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've  learned that you shouldn't go through life with a  catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to  throw some things back..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'I've  learned that people will forget what you said,  people will forget what you did, but people will  never forget how you made them feel.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2293717647036268031?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2293717647036268031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2293717647036268031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2293717647036268031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2293717647036268031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/maya-angelou-on-getting-older.html' title='Maya Angelou on Getting Older'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-134223917643839652</id><published>2009-01-05T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:05:03.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the Cookie Dough!</title><content type='html'>My granddaughters were selling cookie dough in November so, being a good Nana &amp;amp; Papaw, we ordered a tub from each of them. They delivered it during Christmas break and OMGosh it is SO dangerous to have that stuff in the house! It should come with a warning: The Surgeon General has determined that dough could be hazardous to your waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dough is all mixed &amp;amp; ready to go. All you have to do is bake it... or get yourself a spoonful and eat it like a lollipop! Yes, I know it has raw egg in it. No, that doesn't stop me from doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is SO yummy, both raw and when baked into a cookie.It' SO quick &amp;amp; easy &amp;amp; readily available - it's very much like having a tray of margaritas sitting on an alcoholic's coffee table, or a big bowl of Vicodin by an addict's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's there for the taking - and boy have we ever been taking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done more cookie baking in the 2 weeks since the dough delivery than we have the whole time we've been married! If DH isn't baking a batch then I am! It's just nuts (and so so yummy and so so addictive). Stop the madness! Somebody, please come take the tub away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey, not really! Give that back to me now! NOW!! And remember: Baker Joe's Cookie Dough - watch for it! Coming soon to the elementary school near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-134223917643839652?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/134223917643839652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=134223917643839652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/134223917643839652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/134223917643839652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/beware-cookie-dough.html' title='Beware the Cookie Dough!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7265999811256060823</id><published>2009-01-01T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:05:22.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lazy Start to the New Year</title><content type='html'>Today has been a &lt;em&gt;totally lazy day&lt;/em&gt; here at my house.  DH &amp;amp; I have just been hanging out - only time we've been outside was when the dogs needed to go.  It's bitterly cold outside.  We enjoyed watching the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beat the Chicago Blackhawks this afternoon &amp;amp; watched part of the "48 Hours" marathon (which is pretty funny since neither of us is a fan of the show). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little laundry but other than that nothing productive.  It has been &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;, a good way to end Christmas break.  Weboth go back to work tomorrow but that won't be bad since the next day is Saturday.  I can definitely handle a &lt;em&gt;one-day work-week&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you &amp;amp; your family are having a good start to 2009!  Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7265999811256060823?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7265999811256060823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7265999811256060823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7265999811256060823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7265999811256060823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-start-to-new-year.html' title='A Lazy Start to the New Year'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-1230211603781616606</id><published>2008-12-21T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:22:56.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Snows Call for Cozy Quilts!</title><content type='html'>We have 16" of snow on the ground and more coming tomorrow!  It's just crazy having that much -it's actually over the heads of our dogs!  Can you imagine?  This is the biggest snow we've had since I moved up here &amp;amp; I love it!!  (The good thing is that in this state it snows so often that there are hundreds of plows &amp;amp; salt trucks so even with this huge snow the roads were cleared by the next day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This snow plus reading this blog: &lt;a href="http://orphantrainsfromfinn.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://orphantrainsfromfinn.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; has me in the mood to make a quilt!  Think I will do that after the holidays... I haven't made one in a couple of years so it'll be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-1230211603781616606?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1230211603781616606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=1230211603781616606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1230211603781616606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1230211603781616606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-snows-call-for-cozy-quilts.html' title='Big Snows Call for Cozy Quilts!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-1642294282281547741</id><published>2008-12-18T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:39:55.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination, Projects, &amp; Precipitation</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that this time next week it will be Christmas??  I have so many things I want to do before it gets here!  I don't know why, but it seems like I always wait til the last minute to make gifts &amp;amp; therefore don't end up making many.  I don't know why I do that (procrastinate).  I do it with things I enjoy as well as those I dread, which puzzles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope to get several projects done this weekend!  I want to make some American Girl doll clothes for W, and I'd like to make a scrapbook album for my mom (both for Christmas).  I still haven't finished the little sweater I'm knitting for Andrew but I doubt that I'll be working on it any more until after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to get between 9 and 12 inches of snow tonight!  If it does that I won't be going to work, so I brought some of my work home with me to do here.  I love snow, and it'll be nice to work here at home,  snuggled up under a blanket with the dogs beside me, a hot cup of tea steaming on the end table and the curtains open so I can watch it snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it might be more efficient to work at the table with everything within reach, but the comfort makes up for the inconvenience of working using a big book as my lap desk.  I used to have one of those lap desk things that has a flat, hard surface with a pillow-like base that you put in your lap, but when Garcia was in his chewing stage he kind of destroyed it.  They're very handy but I just haven't gotten around to looking for one.   (Aha, see there - procrastinating again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll go look outside &amp;amp; see if the snow has started yet.  We still have about 4 inches on the ground from last week, so if we get as much as predicted the snow will be way taller than the dogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-1642294282281547741?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1642294282281547741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=1642294282281547741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1642294282281547741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1642294282281547741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/procrastination-projects-precipitation.html' title='Procrastination, Projects, &amp; Precipitation'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2467602822875154810</id><published>2008-12-05T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:51:46.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Santa Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STnaHu3YSrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PwzEetEPVeI/s1600-h/Jenny"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276488264815495858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STnaHu3YSrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PwzEetEPVeI/s320/Jenny%27s+kids+Dec+1+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you look closely you will, in the midst of these pretty girls, spot a tiny Santa!  He is absolutely the cutest little Santa I have ever seen! It is (as if you couldn't guess) my grandson Andrew, age 3 1/2 weeks old, surrounded by his big sisters aka my sweet granddaughters. Just seeing this picture makes me smile - I hope it makes you smile too!  Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2467602822875154810?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2467602822875154810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2467602822875154810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2467602822875154810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2467602822875154810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/cutest-santa-ever.html' title='The Cutest Santa Ever!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STnaHu3YSrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PwzEetEPVeI/s72-c/Jenny%27s+kids+Dec+1+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-8500858086536074740</id><published>2008-12-01T21:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:42:40.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe in God's Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STSd3DOqecI/AAAAAAAAAEg/srR30xP7UnY/s1600-h/Marzipan+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275014632642869698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STSd3DOqecI/AAAAAAAAAEg/srR30xP7UnY/s320/Marzipan+babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful that I'm at safe and snug at home tonight and not in the hospital as I could easily have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon on the way home from work ice was hitting my windshield like pellets.  The road was terribly slick, and even though I was driving very slowly and carefully I suddenly slid sideways &amp;amp; crossed 3 lanes of traffic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then spun around in a complete circle, did another sideways skid, and then another circle. This was all done amidst fairly heavy traffic, but miraculously I didn't hit anybody &amp;amp; nobody hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was an unusual thing for me to have happen because normally when there's ice or snow I drive the Kia, and it is fantastic in bad weather. Today I was in the Mustang which is the coolest car in the world on dry roads but just ghastly on slick ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while I was doing my highway ballet I felt a total sense of peace, an assurance that everything was going to be alright. At a time when one might expect to be screaming, or at least gasping, I was calm. I truly felt like I was being held safely in the palm of God's hand, just as these marzipan babies are being held in the hand of their creator.  What a wonderful feeling, and so unexpected.  Thank you, God, for keeping me safe today and getting me through all of life's hurdles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-8500858086536074740?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8500858086536074740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=8500858086536074740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8500858086536074740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8500858086536074740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-thankful-to-be-safe-at-home.html' title='Safe in God&apos;s Hands'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STSd3DOqecI/AAAAAAAAAEg/srR30xP7UnY/s72-c/Marzipan+babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4018079198805551931</id><published>2008-12-01T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:50:42.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Things Happen for a Reason</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we found out that Ashley has something she wants more than an AG doll.   I'm SO glad we hadn't already ordered one!  (For history on this read the last blog.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon DH bought her what she wants (it's in the dining room waiting to be wrapped) and I went ahead &amp;amp; ordered the AG for Whitney (the one that "looks like her" with the same hair color, eye color, etc.)  If Ash decides she wants an AG doll later on then we will get it for her birthday in May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved - HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you want to see something amazing, you should check out &lt;a href="http://www.mytwinn.com/"&gt;www.mytwinn.com&lt;/a&gt;  They make dolls to look like your child, even to details like facial shape and birthmarks!  They're very cool.  The price is frightening, but the dolls are cool, almost to the point of being spooky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4018079198805551931?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4018079198805551931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4018079198805551931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4018079198805551931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4018079198805551931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-things-happen-for-reason.html' title='Sometimes Things Happen for a Reason'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-540068432972249298</id><published>2008-11-30T09:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:04:03.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain is Spinning with AG Doll Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STKryg6I4JI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1lk9G8IbLTE/s1600-h/Whitney+&amp;amp;+Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274466997919867026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STKryg6I4JI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1lk9G8IbLTE/s320/Whitney+%26+Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STKryjlRPqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A8fTtLkbCzo/s1600-h/Ashley+&amp;amp;+Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274466998637641378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STKryjlRPqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A8fTtLkbCzo/s320/Ashley+%26+Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See these 2 girls? You'd think picking a doll for each of them would be easy wouldn't you? That's whyI am SO disgusted with myself! DH &amp;amp; I had decided to get the 2 oldest DGDs American Girl dolls for Christmas. When I got out the catalog I saw a code in it that was good for free shipping 'til midnight last night. (Shipping is based on the amount spent, &amp;amp; with ordering 2 dolls it would've been $25., so it was definitely worth trying to beat that deadline.) As luck would have it, midnight was just a couple of hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the things the DGD's descriptions of which &lt;em&gt;Just like You&lt;/em&gt; doll they wanted, I discovered that picking which dolls to order wasn't nearly as simple as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 doll has the coloring &amp;amp; lack of bangs (they both specifically said "no bangs") that met their description. Even she had freckles which Ashley didn't want and her hair wasn't like either girl... plus, I really don't want to get them identical dolls (even though the 2 of them look so much alike)... so there was a quandry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about ordering Kit for Whitney (here is Kit) &lt;a href="http://store.americangirl.com/agshop/static/kitdoll.jsf/title/Kit+&amp;amp;+Ruthie/saleGroupId/300/uniqueId/59/nodeId/11/webMenuId/5/LeftMenu/TRUE"&gt;http://store.americangirl.com/agshop/static/kitdoll.jsf/title/Kit+&amp;amp;+Ruthie/saleGroupId/300/uniqueId/59/nodeId/11/webMenuId/5/LeftMenu/TRUE&lt;/a&gt;because she looks SO much like her (except that her hair is wrong color). However, she had said she didn't want Kit, she wanted a &lt;em&gt;Just Like You&lt;/em&gt; doll... but to me Kit looks more like her than the other one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Just Like You doll that looks SO much like Ashley except that it has brown eyes &amp;amp; Ash's are blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back &amp;amp; forth &amp;amp; back &amp;amp; forth until my head was spinning. Long story short, I ended up not ordering any. I am so disappointed in myself. DH reassuringly said it wasn't worth getting so stressed about, &amp;amp; that we'll just get them something else from their lists. I know how much Whitney wants one though, so I'm still not able to get it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions? Suggestions? Reassurance that I'm not crazy for being so overwhelmed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-540068432972249298?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/540068432972249298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=540068432972249298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/540068432972249298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/540068432972249298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-brain-is-spinning-with-ag-doll.html' title='My Brain is Spinning with AG Doll Choices'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/STKryg6I4JI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1lk9G8IbLTE/s72-c/Whitney+%26+Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4562326872858454354</id><published>2008-11-21T09:28:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:32:42.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSbR2cMgCII/AAAAAAAAAEI/t3M6mDAcLvY/s1600-h/girls+with+Andy+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSbR2cMgCII/AAAAAAAAAEI/t3M6mDAcLvY/s320/girls+with+Andy+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271131147095509122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSbR2JELtfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AnxeecYlW24/s1600-h/Andy+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSbR2JELtfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AnxeecYlW24/s320/Andy+055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271131141960349170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I woke up, the fact that my visit here is almost over hit me like a rock.  Yesterday made 2 weeks that I've been here.. I have less than 48 hours left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; being here!  I've enjoyed getting the kids up &amp; talking with them while they eat breakfast &amp; dress for school, driving them there, tidying the house, doing laundry (boy do 4 kids create a lot!), rocking the baby, talking with my daughter, making cookies, &amp; doing all the day-to-day things that are part of a busy household. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing the girls' eyes light up when I walk into the gym in the afternoons to pick them up from school (did you know that all students must be signed out now when you pick them up from school?  No more just ringing the bell &amp; letting them all dash out of the building!)  Driving home while they tell me about the school day is such a treat, and I even enjoy helping them with their homework in the evenings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bedtime the past 14 nights I've spent about half an hour telling them stories. Some nights they're tales of fairies, each one bearing a strong resemblance to one of the girls in the bed.  The girls have always loved these, and during this visit a new character - Little Prince Artichoke - has joined the cast. Injust a year or two little Andy himself will be upstairs enjoying the stories along with his sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girls get in bed late &amp; there isn't time for a full fairy adventure, I share short stories about funny things some of the adults in the family when they were young.  Particular favorites this visit included the story about G-mama and Papaw eloping on the train, and about the time Gran'ma wanted to have her hair short like the flappers (during the "roaring twenties) and her dad didn't want her to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the giggles (and sometimes belly laughs) these stories generate.  I know I'll be able to share bedtime stories with them again whenever I visit, but being here for an extended period has enabled us to have continuing sagas that just aren't possible during a weekend stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many aspects of being here that I will miss.  I'm not going to even begin writing about the baby - if I do I'll be sobbing in a puddle and that's really not the way I want to spend these last days here.  Right now I hear him now making making little squeaky noises in his bassinet, so it won't be long 'til he's fully awake &amp; ready for his mommy to feed him.  Afterwards DD will give him to me to change &amp; rock... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I love that, the feel of his tiny, down covered head snuggled in the hollow of my neck, tiny bottom totally fitting in my palm, bitsy feet just reaching my chest.  Hard to imagine that if he's like the other men in the family he'll someday be a six-footer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gulping noises (he nurses like a champ!) are coming from the bedroom so I'm going to go get ready to enjoy another day of being a very present grandmother.  I am so blessed to be able to be here for this experience, to have an employer who allowed me to be gone so long and a husband who understands (finally, after 4 grandchildren) just why I want to be here so badly!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I will soon be 400 miles away, but for now I'm right here &amp; I will make the most of this chance to wallow in the joy of being a Nana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4562326872858454354?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4562326872858454354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4562326872858454354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4562326872858454354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4562326872858454354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-weeks-in-paradise.html' title='Two Weeks in Paradise'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSbR2cMgCII/AAAAAAAAAEI/t3M6mDAcLvY/s72-c/girls+with+Andy+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-8373254791531069883</id><published>2008-11-20T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:45:18.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Bryce has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSBHonnqTpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a4CqglFOLnU/s1600-h/smaller+AndrewBryce003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269290327179153042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSBHonnqTpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a4CqglFOLnU/s320/smaller+AndrewBryce003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSBHfqLkQBI/AAAAAAAAADw/WdQl0gO75fw/s1600-h/smaller+Andy475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269290173247799314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSBHfqLkQBI/AAAAAAAAADw/WdQl0gO75fw/s320/smaller+Andy475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have a grandson - my first!  Andrew Bryce was born Friday morning, November 7,  weighing in at 7 lbs. 11 oz. and 19 3/4" long. He is such a dollbaby! I got to be in the O.R. during the delivery which was an amazing experience. I'll write more about it later on, probably when I'm back home.  Right now I'm enjoying snuggling Andy and playing with his 3 big sisters (aka my granddaughters  Meanwhile here are a couple of pics of Andrew Bryce, AKA Andy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-8373254791531069883?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8373254791531069883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=8373254791531069883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8373254791531069883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8373254791531069883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/andrew-bryce-has-arrived.html' title='Andrew Bryce has Arrived!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SSBHonnqTpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a4CqglFOLnU/s72-c/smaller+AndrewBryce003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6633923992771280343</id><published>2008-11-16T11:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:30:20.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!  URL Contains Illegal Characters??</title><content type='html'>I wrote a blog over a week ago (when my new grandchild was born) &amp; can't get it to publish.  Whenever I try it says "URL contains illegal characters".  The blog has 2 photos in it, so at first I thought maybe that was the problem, so I tried using a link to photobucket instead of uploading them directly from my computer but that didn't work, so I tried resizing them (smaller) but I STILL got that same message.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any idea what I can do to get it to post?  I haven't had much time to fiddle with it because I'm down here with my DD helping with the baby &amp; girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When I click 'preview' it shows the blog &amp; photos just fine, it's not until I click 'publish' that I get the message "URL contains illegal characters".  Help!  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6633923992771280343?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6633923992771280343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6633923992771280343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6633923992771280343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6633923992771280343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-url-contains-illegal-characters.html' title='Help!  URL Contains Illegal Characters??'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5295082921030528752</id><published>2008-11-04T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:38:57.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Election Results</title><content type='html'>It's 9:30 here (6:30 on the west coast) and the tv announcers are &lt;strong&gt;already&lt;/strong&gt; giving election results &amp; predicting who will win.  I don't think they should do this until everybody in the country has had a chance to vote.  They started doing this before our polls even closed, and hours before the west coast ones did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now FOX proclaimed a "winner" in a state which only has turned in &lt;strong&gt;24%&lt;/strong&gt; of its votes!  How can you declare that somebody has won when barely 1/4 of the votes have been counted?!?  It's ridiculous!  I mean I'm as anxious as the next person to see who wins, but for heaven's sakes let's wait 'til we actually COUNT the votes before we start declaring winners!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5295082921030528752?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5295082921030528752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5295082921030528752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5295082921030528752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5295082921030528752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/early-election-results.html' title='Early Election Results'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-945323575186876418</id><published>2008-11-04T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:48:47.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Election Day!  Go Vote - it's Not too Late!</title><content type='html'>Today is finally the election we've all been waiting for!  I voted this afternoon at 1:30 and didn't have to wait in line at all!  The pollsters said they'd been really busy earlier in the day &amp; expected to be busy again whis afternoon/evening when people get off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning there were over 100 people waiting in line for them to open!!  That was at 6am.  They'll be open til 8 tonight which is a little later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Michigan we still vote using paper &amp; darkening in an oval (like the old achievement tests were done).  When I moved here I was used to having voting machines where you just flip levers, so this took some getting used to.  At first this didn't seem "official" enough - just paper and #2 pencil - but now I'm used to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I actually felt a bit of a thrill as I darkened in the ovals for President and for the yes/no question we had to answer regarding stem cell research. I felt so patriotic!  I'm not sure why it hit me that way because I vote at every election so it wasn't anything new to me.  Still, it was thrilling and I liked that!  I felt like this year my vote really mattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be so interested in the election reports as they start coming in this evening!  This is one election that IMHO hasn't been "cut and dried".  I honestly don't know who will win.  Very cool!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-945323575186876418?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/945323575186876418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=945323575186876418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/945323575186876418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/945323575186876418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-election-day-go-vote-its-not-too.html' title='It&apos;s Election Day!  Go Vote - it&apos;s Not too Late!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4832508178483991812</id><published>2008-11-02T09:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:22:43.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caesarean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>This is the Week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SQ3FY4ab2eI/AAAAAAAAADI/ApMGkguLkVg/s1600-h/baby+face+A+Sept+29+2008+colored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SQ3FY4ab2eI/AAAAAAAAADI/ApMGkguLkVg/s200/baby+face+A+Sept+29+2008+colored.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264080570716772834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(photo from ultrasound taken at about 30 weeks) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the week we've been waiting for!  On Friday my daughter will give birth to her 4th child. I am SO excited (and of course a little worried too since it'll also be her 4th c-section which is more than they really like for a person to have).  I will be SO relieved when we have that little baby safely here and can relax knowing that he and DD are both fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going down for the birth and staying 2 weeks.  My boss is fine with that (not that he had much choice - my kids are the most important thing in the world to me &amp; I'd quit before I'd miss this).  (Yes, I know they're both in their 30's but they're still "my kids" LOL.  I mean, really, it'd sound kind of wierd to call them "my adults"!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to leave here Thursday morning but I swear I'm dying to leave sooner - like maybe RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!! I know I'll stay here through Tuesday so I can VOTE, but on Wednesday it's going to be a real struggle to point that car towards work instead of towards Kentucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD is to be at the hospital at 6 a.m. on Friday, so if you'd like to send some prayers her way that'd be great!  She is going/has gone through this whole pregnancy totally without the help of her DH.  They were in the process of getting a divorce when she discovered that she was expecting.  That brought the divorce to a screeching halt because in their state you can't get divorced while pregnant.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her DH has been a real @#%#$ throughout the pregnancy... to be honest I don't know how she has maintained her sanity with all the stuff he has put her through.  She is such a forgiving person though that if he happens to show up for the birth she is going to let him be in the delivery room when the baby is born.  (If he doesn't show up I get to be in there!!  That would be SO cool!)  Anyway, no matter what her DH does or doesn't do, DD has a strong faith in God and knows she had the complete love and support of her brother &amp; me, and we can get through anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4832508178483991812?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4832508178483991812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4832508178483991812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4832508178483991812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4832508178483991812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-week.html' title='This is the Week!!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SQ3FY4ab2eI/AAAAAAAAADI/ApMGkguLkVg/s72-c/baby+face+A+Sept+29+2008+colored.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4365053008848484281</id><published>2008-10-31T14:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:28:23.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sock hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granddaughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighborhoods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SQtK3OLAXmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pwxeyrnMtGw/s1600-h/girls+ready+for+the+Halloween+Sock+Hop+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SQtK3OLAXmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pwxeyrnMtGw/s320/girls+ready+for+the+Halloween+Sock+Hop+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263382902070074978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SQtKvTU4BBI/AAAAAAAAACw/jSUhqD526D0/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+Ashley+%26+Whitney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SQtKvTU4BBI/AAAAAAAAACw/jSUhqD526D0/s320/Halloween+2008+Ashley+%26+Whitney.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263382766014694418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of my 2 oldest DGDs in their Halloween costumes.  They were getting ready to go to the Halloween Sock Hop at their school.  (They're in fourth grade and second grade... and yes, Hannah Montana's hair is a wig!)  I won't get to see them on Halloween this year, but a photo is the next best thing.  In the past I've gone trick-or-treating with them a couple of times, which is a big deal since they live so far away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I took them trick-or-treating in the neighborhood where I grew up (my parents still live there - about 2 hrs. from the DGDs' house).  That was SO much fun - going around to the houses and watching the girls clamber up onto same porches that I had years ago.  Cool thing was that most of the same people still live in those houses - 40 years older than they were back then but they remembered me &amp; got a kick out of seeing the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd thing was that (as I walked the girls around the neighborhood) whenever I ran into old classmates of mine (who were walking their grandchildren around they didn't act the least bit surprised to see me!  Why is that odd?  Because we hadn't seen each other since graduation night 1971!  I guess it's because they've lived their whole lives right in that little town so they're used to running into old classmates all the time.  I, on the other hand, moved away shortly after high school graduation so it's rare &amp; exciting for me to see old friends.  Really bizarre seeing them last when we were 17 and then running into them on Halloween night when they're age 55!  It was almost like WE were in costume - "hey, let's all pretend like we're older..."  Good times!  Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4365053008848484281?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4365053008848484281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4365053008848484281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4365053008848484281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4365053008848484281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SQtK3OLAXmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pwxeyrnMtGw/s72-c/girls+ready+for+the+Halloween+Sock+Hop+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3852513108777090440</id><published>2008-10-30T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:21:07.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin'/><title type='text'>The Election</title><content type='html'>It's less than a week 'til the election and I'm still not thrilled with either one of our presidential choices.  I don't like McCain's policy on the war, and he's so rich that he does seem to be totally out of touch with the "middle America".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama has a lot of good ideas but I'm not sure that he has enough experience to be president.  Also, he just doesn't seem to be as patriotic as McCain and I do think it's important that the U.S. president love his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If McCain's voice didn't sound so much like Bush's it would be a good thing... and if he was more interested in ending the war that would be great!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something were to happen to Obama, I think Biden would do a decent job as pres.  If something happened to McCain I can't even begin to imagine Sarah Palin leading the country - I think she would be ghastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain pulled all of his political people &amp; campaign dollars out of my state because polls showed that he was so far behind he decided to concentrate on states where he felt like he had a chance.  I think that was pretty lame... makes it seem like this state isn't important to him at all.  Despite this, today on the news they were saying that he has gained popularity this week here in the state that he tossed aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 5 days 'til we have to make our final decision.  Aaaack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3852513108777090440?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3852513108777090440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3852513108777090440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3852513108777090440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3852513108777090440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/election.html' title='The Election'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3436566805629007516</id><published>2008-10-28T20:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:30:01.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speculum or X-Ray Vision?</title><content type='html'>In the last few years we have heard the word vagina used more and more in the news, on talk shows, and even on Broadway.  I don't have a problem with the use of anatomical terms, but it bugs the heck out of me when they're used improperly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporters feverishly reported that "Brittney's vagina was exposed" as she was getting out of a car without wearing her underwear. This morning on my ride to work, the DJ shrieked "I don't want to go to a nudist colony &amp; walk around with my vagina showing!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, excuse me, but unless a speculum is being used or the observer has x-ray vision, there is no danger of seeing a vagina when a woman is walking around or getting out of a car, no matter how naked she is!  That's because the vagina is an INTERNAL part of the body.  The external part is the vulva.  Why it's suddenly being called a vagina (even in the acclaimed "Vagina Monologues"  is beyond me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remember the little word vulva &amp; don't hesitate to use it (and even correct those who are mis-using the "other V word".  After all, you don't hear people referring to a penis as a testicle...   The female anatomy, just like the male anatomy, deserves to be properly named.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3436566805629007516?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3436566805629007516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3436566805629007516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3436566805629007516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3436566805629007516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/speculum-or-x-ray-vision.html' title='Speculum or X-Ray Vision?'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3812569910491147769</id><published>2008-10-22T21:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:46:14.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Pizza for McCain signs (yes, really!)</title><content type='html'>A local pizza parlor here is offering a free pizza to anyone who brings in a McCain/Palin yard sign!  It's their way of protesting the fact that McCain pulled out all of his people &amp; funds &amp; ended his campaign in Michigan about a month ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did it because he was so far behind in the polls here that he didn't think he could catch up.  I've never heard of anybody doing that - and I have to say that it did make me think that if he's that interested in my vote (not) then should I be interested in giving it to him?  Also, since he didn't hesitate to blow us off before he was even elected, how would he treat us afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip about the pizza... and one of the few times (thank goodness) that you'll see a news anchor talking with his mouth full.  Yech!  http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/myfox/pages/News/Detail?contentId=7687558&amp;version=1&amp;locale=EN-US&amp;layoutCode=VSTY&amp;pageId=3.11.1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3812569910491147769?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3812569910491147769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3812569910491147769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3812569910491147769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3812569910491147769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-pizza-for-mccain-signs-yes-really.html' title='Free Pizza for McCain signs (yes, really!)'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2321752979561989569</id><published>2008-10-07T16:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:02:32.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the economy'/><title type='text'>"Yes, We're Buying Gold"</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Yes, we're buying gold&lt;/em&gt;."  That's what the lady on the phone said.  I've been hearing about a lot of people selling their gold items (old rings or whatever) now because the price of gold is high.  I've been toying with doing that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, more than toying, I &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; I was definitely going to do it &lt;strong&gt;until&lt;/strong&gt; called the jewelry store &amp; heard the lady say I could.  Then I started having second thoughts... do any of the items have more sentimental value than gold value?  Will I regret never any of it again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does selling your jewelry mean you're desperate?  (It always does in the movies.)  Should I use the money to pay off bills, give it to DH for his dental work (bridges must be paid for in advance) or buy something special for myself since it was/is &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; jewelry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like a toddler yelling MY toys as I clutch them to my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sounds to me like I may not &lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt; be totally ready to do this.  I wonder if gold prices will go any higher?  It's not like I HAVE to sell it right this minute, I could wait &amp; see if it goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.. gold is at an all time high right now, and these are things I haven't worn in YEARS.  You know, I think I'll take a few odd things with me to work tomorrow... things I'm &lt;strong&gt;sure&lt;/strong&gt; nobody in the family would want and that I don't feel attached to.  Then, if I'm in the mood, I may just swing by the jeweler's &amp; check it out...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2321752979561989569?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2321752979561989569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2321752979561989569' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2321752979561989569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2321752979561989569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-were-buying-gold.html' title='&quot;Yes, We&apos;re Buying Gold&quot;'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-1686015674954355608</id><published>2008-09-26T14:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:56:13.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thrift store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation Army'/><title type='text'>Cheap Fun</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun yesterday afternoon &amp; you won't believe where.  In the Salvation Army Resale store!  I went in to see what they had for babies, and OMG you wouldn't believe all the baby clothes they had that looked brand new (some even still had the tags on them!)  I bought BUNCHES for what I'd have spent for just a couple out outfits at the department store.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun going through them, &amp; the more I looked at the more excited I got about the coming baby.  I'd forgotten how SHORT the little legs are on the newborn size outfits!  I know the baby won't get much wear out of that tiny size, but I bought some anyway because when he outgrows them (probably at about 1 week old) they will be enjoyed by his 3 "big" sisters for their dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was looking at the clothes "Sally's Boutique" (as my friend likes to call it) was playing great 70's music including lots of Beatles tunes, so I just had a ball.  Who knew being thrifty could be so much fun?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-1686015674954355608?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1686015674954355608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=1686015674954355608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1686015674954355608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1686015674954355608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheap-fun.html' title='Cheap Fun'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-9028998948218732442</id><published>2008-09-26T14:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:47:33.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='older parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>House Hunting for DH's Parents</title><content type='html'>This morning DH &amp; I had fun house-hunting for his parents.  They want to move up here from several states away, so rather than make multiple trips to check things out they're trusting us to find them a place.  We'll take care of buying it (with their $$ of course) and then they'll come up &amp; move right in.  They lived here years ago so are familiar with the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a nice place in one of those "over 55" manufactured home communities.  (In other words a trailer park but VERY nice.) Everyone keeps their yards looking beautiful - landscaped and everything.  It's on a lake &amp; you have a boat slip plus all sorts of other amenities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake is the part that got DH's attention - he loves to fish!  I have a feeling that if they do move into that community we may be visiting them a LOT! The home that we chose is on a wonderful lot - lots of gorgeous big trees and a porch/deck that his dad would LOVE.  He pretty much lives on the porch when the weather permits.  DH and my son built one for him a few years back &amp; it has been used &amp; enjoyed SO much - it's the best thing they could've done for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH called his mom &amp; told her about this place &amp; she was very enthusiastic.  They just put their home up for sale yesterday &amp; have already had 10 phone calls and 2 people come look at it!  It's way out in the country, which isn't good when you get to be their age but will be great for a younger, healthier family.  I hope it sells soon.  They'd like to get up here before winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-9028998948218732442?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9028998948218732442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=9028998948218732442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/9028998948218732442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/9028998948218732442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/house-hunting-for-dhs-parents.html' title='House Hunting for DH&apos;s Parents'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5732768605305211597</id><published>2008-09-24T16:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:48:41.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin'/><title type='text'>Sarah Palin</title><content type='html'>When I first heard that a woman had been nominated for V.P. I was pretty excited.  However, as I've learned more about Sarah Palin, my enthusiasm has vanished. I'd like for our country's leader to be compassionate, someone who values life, and after watching this video I'm afraid she's not that person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the video below to be horrifying.  What do you think?  Is there something I'm missing that makes this behavior ok?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQobIUE1zTU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQobIUE1zTU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5732768605305211597?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5732768605305211597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5732768605305211597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5732768605305211597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5732768605305211597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin.html' title='Sarah Palin'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5499768123258967863</id><published>2008-09-18T22:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:19:19.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering September 11th</title><content type='html'>It has been a week now since the anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy.  I want to share this poem that I read on-line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,&lt;br /&gt;We became one color.&lt;br /&gt;As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building&lt;br /&gt;We became one class.&lt;br /&gt;As we lit candles of waiting and hope&lt;br /&gt;We became one generation.&lt;br /&gt;As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno&lt;br /&gt;We became one gender.&lt;br /&gt;As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,&lt;br /&gt;We became one faith.&lt;br /&gt;As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;We spoke one language.&lt;br /&gt;As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,&lt;br /&gt;We became one body.&lt;br /&gt;As we mourned together the great loss&lt;br /&gt;We became one family.&lt;br /&gt;As we cried tears of grief and loss&lt;br /&gt;We became one soul.&lt;br /&gt;As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes&lt;br /&gt;We become one people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are&lt;br /&gt;One color&lt;br /&gt;One class&lt;br /&gt;One generation&lt;br /&gt;One gender&lt;br /&gt;One faith&lt;br /&gt;One language&lt;br /&gt;One body&lt;br /&gt;One family&lt;br /&gt;One soul&lt;br /&gt;One people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are The Power of One.&lt;br /&gt;We are United.&lt;br /&gt;We are America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Cheryl Sawyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5499768123258967863?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5499768123258967863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5499768123258967863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5499768123258967863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5499768123258967863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering-september-11th.html' title='Remembering September 11th'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-9167018783549771928</id><published>2008-09-18T22:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:59:58.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ignore the campaign aspect of this video &amp;amp; just watch it to hear what the soldier has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stunned me... I guess because I'm wanting to rescue the soldiers &amp;amp; bring them back here so they'll be safe but here's this guy saying he wants to be there. It's hard for me to understand.  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-9167018783549771928?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9167018783549771928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=9167018783549771928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/9167018783549771928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/9167018783549771928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-mr-obama.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5151820934124955551</id><published>2008-09-15T21:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:56:30.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Fun, Fondue, and Furry Friends</title><content type='html'>DH &amp; I had the best time Saturday night with my son &amp; DIL.  They had us down for the weekend, &amp; (in celebration of my birthday) had a special fondue dinner out on the deck.  The atmosphere was great - with the tiki torches burning and a warm breeze blowing it felt almost tropical.  The food was great - there was cheese fondue with a great variety of foods to dip in it, and later a chocolate fondue with fresh fruits &amp; brownie cubes to dip in it.  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deck is huge, so the furboos had plenty of room to run around with DS &amp; DIL's poodle without being in the way.  They (the fuzzywhitedogs) just LOVE to go there to visit!  Mr. Poodle is their favorite furry friend; DS gets down on the floor &amp; plays with them (which they love), and DIL slips them tasty treats that they're not allowed to have at home.  No wonder they get recognize the exit off I-75 that takes us to their house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there DS &amp; DIL surprised us with a birthday gift that will be SO much fun!!  (DH's birthday is just a few weeks after mine.)  What is the fun?  Well, they're taking us to see ROBIN WILLIAMS next month!  Woo hoo!!  That should be great!  He is SO funny &amp; outrageous, I've enjoyed his humor for years!  What a nice gift - we're counting the days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5151820934124955551?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5151820934124955551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5151820934124955551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5151820934124955551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5151820934124955551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-fun-fondue-and-furry-friends.html' title='Family, Fun, Fondue, and Furry Friends'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6848358221766462808</id><published>2008-09-11T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:15:32.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who moved the dogs down?  Woot woot..</title><content type='html'>I just changed the template I'm using for this page (using one of the standardized ones) and now the FuzzyWhiteDogs photo is too far down!  Anybody know how I can get it back up to the top?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6848358221766462808?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6848358221766462808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6848358221766462808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6848358221766462808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6848358221766462808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-moved-dogs-down-woot-woot.html' title='Who moved the dogs down?  Woot woot..'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3461474758668036989</id><published>2008-09-11T18:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:17:08.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irresponsible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoiled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>Don't tell anybody, but...</title><content type='html'>...If my son-in-law doesn't straighten up I may just have to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3461474758668036989?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3461474758668036989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3461474758668036989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3461474758668036989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3461474758668036989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-may-use-this-in-court-of-law.html' title='Don&apos;t tell anybody, but...'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-9055030233938796068</id><published>2008-09-09T18:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:51:12.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissecting the Blogging Corner of my Brain</title><content type='html'>Today I had somebody ask for my blog address.  This was the first time that has happened, and I was kind of taken aback.  I've never actually bothered to see what my blog address is, so even if I'd wanted to I couldn't have given it to her right that minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later I found myself thinking that if I were to give her access to my blog I'd first need to go back &amp; edit it, crop the photos I've posted so they'd be "just right", etc.  "WHAT?" my brain screamed, "it's just a BLOG, why should it be perfect?"  From the depths of my brain came the answer - the reason for my hesitation was that the blog isn't &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up I was supposed to be perfect (ahem, note to parents: not possible - I'm not Jesus)and sometimes I have to consciously remind myself that I no longer have to live by anybody's standards but my own.  To me, blogs (like e-mail) are a very casual means of communication; they don't need to be even close to perfect.  I never use spell check when writing either one, I just say what I have to say &amp; go on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. having dealt with the perfectionist aspect of the quandry, I STILL wasn't sure whether I wanted to give her the address. (If I do this will be the first person IRL to whom I've purposely given access to my blog. A few people I know have stumbled upon it when following a comment thread but I've never actually said "here, come read my blog".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my blog readers are dear friends from the scrapbooking community.  I've never met any of them in person but feel as close (often closer) to them as to anyone I see on a daily basis.  I know they aren't quick to judge people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA!  ...THERE lies the other reason for my hesitation...  it's the fear of being vulnerable... of taking the risk of letting somebody know more about you than you might tell them face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I've figured all this out, will I give her the addy?  Probably.  Will it be today?  Probably not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-9055030233938796068?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9055030233938796068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=9055030233938796068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/9055030233938796068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/9055030233938796068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/dissecting-blogging-corner-of-my-brain.html' title='Dissecting the Blogging Corner of my Brain'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2376516288087387580</id><published>2008-08-21T00:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:58:35.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Roni is hosting a Cat ATC Swap so I decided to join in. These were fun to make - relaxing because I wasn't trying to achieve anything in particular, just having fun playing around with my scrapbooking supplies.  If you click on the photo below you'll get a close-up view that lets you see the card details - texture, brads, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard of ATCs I wasn't sure that I wanted to make any because I didn't know what you were supposed to do with them after they were finished (other than trading them).  Turns out you can use them on greeting cards, scrapbook pages, etc.  Lots of people collect them &amp; put them in notebooks using those clear plastic pages with pockets that are usually used for baseball cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making the first couple I decided that I like making them after all.  It's very relaxing.  There aren't any rules other than the size &amp; keeping them flat enough to fit into a plastic sleeve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never made one give it a shot!  You don't have to be a scrapbooker - even if you're at work &amp; just have an index card &amp; a pencil you can make one!  Go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SKzp6ydRqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MUtz2j1cXEM/s1600-h/brown+cat+ATCs+Aug+%2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236817662911293842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SKzp6ydRqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MUtz2j1cXEM/s320/brown+cat+ATCs+Aug+%2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Some of these are the cards I ae for it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SKzp7PHOx3I/AAAAAAAAACE/7HYNonFjfN4/s1600-h/ATCs+Sparkly+Cats+Aug+%2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236817670603458418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SKzp7PHOx3I/AAAAAAAAACE/7HYNonFjfN4/s320/ATCs+Sparkly+Cats+Aug+%2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2376516288087387580?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2376516288087387580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2376516288087387580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2376516288087387580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2376516288087387580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SKzp6ydRqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MUtz2j1cXEM/s72-c/brown+cat+ATCs+Aug+%2708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3141644078923454961</id><published>2008-08-19T00:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:19:59.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're THIRSTY??  Oh no!  NOW what do we do??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For years I've chosen bottled water as a thirst quencher, thinking of it as healthy, refreshing, and calorie-free.   Now they've come out with a study that shows that bottled water which has been heated (left in a hot car for instance) contains a cancer-causing agent that's exuded from the plastic of the bottle itself.  While we do have control over whether we leave our bottled water in the trunk or not, we don't have control over where the stuff is stored (maybe in a hot warehouse) before it reaches the grocery store... so, scratch water off the list of safe drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We always known (because our moms told us) that pop is a bad choice.  Last year a study supported the moms' opinions, specifically informing us that cola beverages are acidified using phosphoric acid which is very bad for the kidneys.  Definitely scratch that one off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now, I like milk as much as the next person, but I don't think of it as particularly thirst quenching.  Also, it leaves a film &amp;amp; funny taste in your mouth unless you happen to be at home where you can brush your teeth after drinking it... so scratch that off the list too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kool-aid has tons of sugar, and sugarless kool-aid contains artificial sweeteners that do who knows what to the body!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fruit juices are great but high in calories.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't like coffee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Most energy drinks have caffeine which isn't good for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That leaves tea, which I great, but which either is full of sugar (love that McDonald's Sweet Tea!) or else artificial sweetener (bad bad bad).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alcoholic beverages may be thirst quenching, but I'm pretty sure you'll get lots of odd looks when you walk into work carrying your morning beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So, what are YOU drinking these days?  As a single-kidney-ed goddess who has no desire to become kidney-less, I'd really like to know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3141644078923454961?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3141644078923454961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3141644078923454961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3141644078923454961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3141644078923454961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-thirsty-oh-no-now-what-do-we-do.html' title='You&apos;re THIRSTY??  Oh no!  NOW what do we do??'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4979118541866453206</id><published>2008-08-08T10:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:45:58.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What dog are you?  (quiz)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Karen sent me a fun little quiz. Turns out I'm a poodle - who knew? LOL! What are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="What dog breed are you? I'm a Poodle! Find out at Dogster.com" src="http://www.blogger.com/" border="'0'/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Intelligence, style and good looks in one able-bodied, well-manicured package? But of course! You are a Poodle, and proud of it. You scoff in the general direction of passers-by who cast admiring (or is it amused?) glances your way, knowing doggone well that if your private jet were not waiting to whisk you off for a spa weekend getaway, you would handily paddle their hindquarters in a game of Trivial Pursuit. Blindfolded. You are well-educated and enjoy the finer things in life, but are not above taking an impromptu skinny dip in an old limestone quarry. It would, however, be soooo much more convenient if said quarry came with a towel boy and swim-up cocktail service, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="quiz_links" href="http://www.dogster.com/breeds/standard_poodle" target="breedwindow"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4979118541866453206?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4979118541866453206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4979118541866453206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4979118541866453206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4979118541866453206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-dog-are-you-quiz.html' title='What dog are you?  (quiz)'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2392581418517512416</id><published>2008-07-09T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:56:28.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cast of Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, just finished reading the bios for the new Big Brother characters.  Who the heck writes these things anyway???  One woman was described as a "blonde bombshell" and another one as a "firecracker".   Good grief, that just sounds like something my dad would've said back in the 1950's!  Even he knows that those are totally politically incorrect adjectives in today's society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This season the Big Brother cast is a bit more diverse (but not much) than it was during the writer's strike.  They got a lot of complaints then because most everybody was the same age &amp;amp; race.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now they've got a 75 year old man and a woman in her 50's.  The cast is also a bit more ethnically diverse, with one woman claiming to have given birth 4 months ago to "a medical oddity - twins, one black and one white".  Umm... ok..... what an odd thing for a mother to say!  It got her on the show though, so hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We usually like "root for" a houseguest who's from our state, but this season the oguy from here sounds like a real jerk!  We shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you read or heard anything about the cast?  Any of them live near you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you're inclined to say "oh for heaven sakes, you have a Master's Degree, surely there's something better for you to do with your time!" just keep it to yourself.  I know that already, but I'm gonna watch it anyway.  So there!  (pout face like a 3 year old)   Ya know, sometimes you've gotta take your fun where you can find it, and I choose to find it in the Big Brother House.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2392581418517512416?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2392581418517512416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2392581418517512416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2392581418517512416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2392581418517512416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/cast-of-big-brother.html' title='The Cast of Big Brother'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3188280944566580862</id><published>2008-07-09T14:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:36:07.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling ugly today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Looks at You and Sees Only Beauty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3188280944566580862?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3188280944566580862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3188280944566580862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3188280944566580862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3188280944566580862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-ugly-today.html' title='Feeling ugly today?'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4883018751857372899</id><published>2008-07-09T14:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:33:45.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The new Big Brother show begins this Sunday night! DH &amp;amp; I have watched every season since it began. The first summer it was on it aired 3 times a week, &amp;amp; we didn't miss an episode! Of course we were newlyweds, &amp;amp; it was fun snuggling up on the couch to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, many "houseguests" later, we're still hooked. Some seasons have been good, some stupid, and the last one was just plain sleazy but we still watched! After all, every season but one was aired in the summer when there's nothing else on &amp;amp; it's too hot to be out running around. (I hear you Texas girls laughing at me saying it's hot up here, but hey, hot is relative!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother remains one of the shows DH &amp;amp; I like to watch together, so it's time to stock up on popcorn and get ready for the fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4883018751857372899?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cbs.com/primetime/big_brother/bio/' title='Big Brother 10'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4883018751857372899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4883018751857372899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4883018751857372899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4883018751857372899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-brother-10.html' title='Big Brother 10'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-8316292329951717935</id><published>2008-07-01T00:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:21:10.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiderman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby news!  (errr.. fetus news?)  anyway, COOL NEWS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THIS JUST IN ... DD's 4th baby, due 18th,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;is a BOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!! She had a 3-D ultrasound today. I can't wait to see the photos &amp;amp; video!! When the ultrasound tech announced that it's a boy, the youngest of the baby-to-be's 3 sisters said "but I don't want a boy, I want a girl!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The tech asked why... 3 yr. old little Bri said "BECAUSE I DON'T WANT SPIDERMAN STUFF ALL OVER MY HOUSE!" An hour or so later she was bragging to the waitress that she was going to have a little brother, so sounds like she's going to keep him after all. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The 2 older girls were hoping for a boy all along. When told (by phone since they're visiting their other granny) the oldest, little Ms. A. said "is it REALLY a boy??" and the middle, little Ms. W. said simply "YAHOOOOO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My feelings exactly! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(not because it's a boy, but because it is healthy... although this will make the blue sweater I started knitting a few weeks ago go very nicely!  :-)  I just had a feeling that it was a boy.  Nana's intuition?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-8316292329951717935?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8316292329951717935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=8316292329951717935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8316292329951717935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8316292329951717935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-news-errr-fetus-news-anyway-cool.html' title='Baby news!  (errr.. fetus news?)  anyway, COOL NEWS!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3904135683530198746</id><published>2008-06-28T01:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:03:10.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons to Hope when You're Hurting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For 3 nights in a row now I've found myself unable to sleep. My thoughts keep going in circles in my head, trying to wrap themselves around the fact that one of my oldest friends is dead. I got an e-mail from her son on Wednesday afternoon with the news, and I'm still reeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that many other people are hurting tonight too, so when I came across this article a few minutes ago I felt like I should include it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 Reasons to Hope When You're Hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Steve Arterburn and Mike Marino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. God is truly in control. If God is God, then nothing happens apart from His knowledge and permission. While it is difficult to imagine why God allows some painful things to happen, His character, revealed in the Bible and through the testing of generations, leads us to the conclusion that He is willing and able to sustain you during the worst of times. We were crushed and completely overwhelmed, and we thought we would never live through it. In fact, we expected to die. But as a result, we learned not to rely on ourselves, but on God who can raise the dead. ~ 2 Corinthians 1:8,9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. There is an eternal life to come. Yet what we suffer now is nothing compared to the Glory He will give us later. ~ Romans 8:18 He will keep you strong right up to the end, and He will keep you free from all blame on the great day when our Lord Jesus Christ returns. ~ 1 Corinthians 1:8&lt;br /&gt;3. The story isn't finished yet. Time after time, the Bible records hopeless situations that ultimately ended in victory. Think of Job's sickness, Joseph's betrayal by his brothers, David's adultery and the many who were healed in mind, body and spirit. But Joseph told them, "Don't be afraid of me. Am I God, to judge and punish you? As far as I am concerned, God turned into good what you meant for evil. He brought me to the high position I have today so I could save the lives of many people." ~ Genesis 50:19,20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. God has not given up on you! Don't give up on Him. "For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." ~ Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There is likely purpose in your pain. Ask God to reveal His purpose in allowing this difficulty in your life. That's a legitimate question to ask. Often, the answer comes in the process of dealing with your circumstance. Dear brothers and sisters, whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy. For when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything. ~ James 1:2-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are loved! Even the most unlovable person in the world is actually loved so much by God, that He let His Son die a terrible death to restore their relationship. God does love you! He sees your pain and weeps with you. He has sent Me to comfort the brokenhearted and to announce that captives will be released and prisoners will be freed. He has sent Me to tell those who mourn that the time of the Lords' favor has come, and with it, the day of God's anger against their enemies. To all who mourn in Israel, He will give beauty for ashes, joy instead of mourning, praise instead of despair. For the Lord has planted them like strong and graceful oaks for His own glory. ~ Isaiah 61:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your prayers are heard. You parents – if your children ask you for loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead? Or if they ask for a fish, do you give them a snake? Of course not! If you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask Him? ~ Matt. 7:9,10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are not facing this alone. …For God has said, "I will never fail you. I will never forsake you." That is why we can say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper, so I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?" ~ Hebrews 13:5,6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Others have made it through – you can too. Try to connect with others who have gone through similar situations. You will find hope, strength and encouragement. A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken. ~ Ecclesiastes 4:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Reach out to someone else who's struggling. Place your focus on someone else and invest your life in him or her. You may discover that your peace of mind is found in being a source of hope for another. All praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. He is the source of every mercy and the God who comforts us. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When others are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. ~ 2 Corinthians 1:3,4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3904135683530198746?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3904135683530198746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3904135683530198746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3904135683530198746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3904135683530198746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-reasons-to-hope-when-youre-hurting.html' title='10 Reasons to Hope when You&apos;re Hurting'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7888631204728452263</id><published>2008-06-16T00:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:47:11.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I'm especially thankful for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On this Father's Day I'm glad my dad is alive and well! We talked over an hour on the phone today. There was a time several years ago when we didn't know if he was even going to live or not, so having him doing so well 4 years later is just great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The hot spell has broken - it's 67 right now with a breeze that feels fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DH came through his oral surgery with no problems. (Now we're being careful to ward off the dreaded dry socket!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DD is planning to come up this Saturday &amp;amp; spend a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The dogs are both potty trained even though we didn't really know what we were doing when we trained Polly, and we were told Garcia might not be trainable since he was older when we got him &amp;amp; had spent his life up to that point in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DS got back safely from an overnight trip (via plane) to Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mr. T has resigned &amp;amp; won't be making life a living hell for Mr. D. anymore (at work). WOO HOO HURRAH YEE HAW!!! (turning flips around the room for that one!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There's a McDonalds near our house so when DH was craving a strawberry shake today (he can't eat solids right now) it was quick &amp;amp; easy to get one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I finished the back of the baby sweater I started knitting Thursday &amp;amp; I love the way it's looking! It's really pretty and the pattern turned out to be easier than I'd expected. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. On what would've been our 35365th wedding anniversary (well, actually our 37th but geeze that's a lot of years!) XH mentioned the date to DD. Oddly enough, it made me feel good to know he hadn't just totally forgotten about it even though the marriage ended 24 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn! What are YOU thankful for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7888631204728452263?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7888631204728452263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7888631204728452263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7888631204728452263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7888631204728452263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-im-especially-thankful-for-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-1740629343982557771</id><published>2008-06-09T22:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:48:42.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damage'/><title type='text'>Tornado &amp; Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon a tornado ripped some huge trees up by the roots and twisted the tops off of others like a corkscrew.  Many homes and cars were damaged when trees crashed into/onto them.  All of this happened about 1/4 mile from our house.  It was SO scary - the wind was blowing at 60-80 mph -- our trees were leaning sideways in the wind but somehow they didn't break.  In the midst of all this the tornado sirens began to shriek.  If the storm hadn't already had you in a panic that siren would've done it for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Now, 27 hours later,  250,000 local people are without power.  Grocery stores and homes have refrigerated food spoiling.  One small grocery alone had to throw away 40,000 pounds of meat, dairy, and produce today.  We can only imagine how much has been put into dumpsters state-wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We live right in the middle of all this, but we still have power and our trees, home, and cars were untouched.  Go figure.  In the midst of all this mess I got to thinking about how fortunate we are, &amp;amp; how much we all take for granted.  I thought I would make a list of 10 things I'm grateful for at this very moment.  These will be just off the top of my head - no deep thought (I'm too sleepy for much depth!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm thankful because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1. nobody was killed locally in the tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2. our home wasn't damaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. we both have jobs in a state where that's no longer the case for many families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;4. we have air conditioning &amp;amp; are comfortable right now despite the heat and humidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;5. we're relatively healthy &amp;amp; so are our families &amp;amp; pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;6. we have friends &amp;amp; family to love and who love us - we even received phone calls from friends checking to see if we were ok after they saw our neighborhood's damage on the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;7. our neighborhood doesn't have drive-by shootings or gang violence - I can walk outside at night without fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;8. Friday the doctor called &amp;amp; told me that my annual kidney scan to check for recurrance of cancer is clear - that makes 6 years!  (Even though it's not expected to recur, it's always nice to have solid evidence.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;9.  my kids are great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;10. God is taking care of us all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm not even going back to check spelling or wording - I'm going to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'd love to see a list of things for which YOU are thankful today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-1740629343982557771?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1740629343982557771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=1740629343982557771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1740629343982557771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1740629343982557771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/06/tornado-thankfulness.html' title='Tornado &amp; Thankfulness'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6367320251557012388</id><published>2008-05-22T20:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:42:53.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents and Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My sister is reading a book called "Toxic Parents". I haven't read it yet, but she said it's amazing. I'm debating on whether to read it or not. Just reading a review of it made me X out of that page very quickly &amp;amp; go on to reading something much less threatening. I guess maybe it hits a little too close to home... or does it? Yeah, it does. I mean, if the review was threatening then that probably is telling me something right there. Maybe not. I don't want it to. So. hmmm. Just call me the Queen of Denial! (Hey, that goes along with the Cleopatra blog from the other day, heh heh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have YOU read "Toxic Parents"? If so, what did you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Took the furboos to the groomer today &amp;amp; OMG you should see the little guy! His hair is SO short!!! He still has his floppy bangs &amp;amp; floofy tail, but the hair on his body (Havanese have hair, not fur) is maybe half an inch long! Surprisingly, I like it. Rubbing it feels like velvet! He no longer looks like a teddy bear, but he is going to be SO happy not to have me having to brush out tangles. (He hates to be brushed!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ms. P. on the other hand, even though she hides when she sees the brush &amp;amp; comb coming out, actually goes to sleep while I'm brushing her! Because of that, we left her hair fairly long. Right now she looks like a dandilion - all white &amp;amp; poofy. They both smell soooo good! Wonder if it will last 'til Saturday? That's when they get to go see Sharkey the Poodle! Meanwhile I'll get to see DS and DIL which will be cool. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cleopatra, the Queen of DeNial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6367320251557012388?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6367320251557012388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6367320251557012388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6367320251557012388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6367320251557012388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/parents-and-puppies.html' title='Parents and Puppies'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-1205426137497835182</id><published>2008-05-22T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:05:44.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What color are you?</title><content type='html'>This quiz was fun to take!  It had a much better variety of answers than most quizes do.  Give it a try &amp;amp; tell me what color YOU are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; background-color:#CCCCCC; border-width:2px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid; padding:8px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="7"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#0033FF; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#0066FF; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#0099FF; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:18px; height:18px; background-color:#00CCFF; border-width:1px; border-color:#000000; border-style:solid;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:20px; font-weight:bold; color:#0066FF;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:10px;color:#000000;"&gt;You give your love and friendship unconditionally. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/" target="_blank" style="font-family:verdana,arial; font-size:9px; text-decoration:none; color:#0066FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-1205426137497835182?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.quizmeme.com/color/quiz.php' title='What color are you?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1205426137497835182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=1205426137497835182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1205426137497835182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1205426137497835182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-color-are-you.html' title='What color are you?'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3727824484673625253</id><published>2008-05-19T19:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:32:55.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm first!  I'm first!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Since I wrote about childish feelings on the blog below, I have to add another one.  This one is more positive - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;On one of my friend's blog pages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my site is first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;on her list of her favorite blogs.  Every time I see that I smile.  Now, you have to remember that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the list is in alphabetical order&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;which is the reason I'm on top, but it still makes me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3727824484673625253?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3727824484673625253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3727824484673625253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3727824484673625253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3727824484673625253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-first-im-first.html' title='I&apos;m first!  I&apos;m first!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-35431379149563946</id><published>2008-05-19T18:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:30:46.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How many Cleopatras ARE there anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Isn't it funny how deeply we feel about our names? We've heard them spoken in many tones, in many places, and they've become as much a part of us as our eyes and noses. I hadn't really thought much about how personal a name is until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an on-line group that includes several of us with the same first name. We'd each added a bit to the end to differentiate one from the other. (for instance: CleopatraBob, CleopatraF., and CleopatraCincinnati.) Well, recently one of the Cleopatras dropped the suffix and started using just the name Cleopatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see "my" name there identifying someone else I feel myself frowning. It'd be different if we'd all gotten together &amp;amp; decided who was going to be THE "Cleopatra" but we didn't. Usually I'm good about sharing, but for some reason this is really bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking that people might read things that she has written and think that I am the one who wrote them. (Not that she writes anything "bad", she is a lovely woman and a very kind person which is one more reason why I don't understand why it bothers me that she's using our name without the identifying suffix.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really this is the first time I've ever been around a group of friends that included someone sharing my first name. Maybe that's why I feel so possessive about it. I could always change my forum name, but I've been on there for years &amp;amp; don't feel having the hassle of people not knowing who I am, etc.&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could change it to just Cleopatra, too, &amp;amp; get people REALLY confused with 2 of us sharing exactly the same name... maybe the other Cleopatras would do the same... heck, maybe everybody on the forum could just become Cleopatra! (snort!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just had to talk about this because it has been on my mind &amp;amp; you know me - if it's on my mind long enough it ends up on this page. (Well, maybe not ALWAYS but sometimes.) It's not a big deal and I don't know why in the world it makes me frown... but thinking about having 200 Cleopatras on a forum did make me snicker, so that's an improvement! (Well, IMHO it's an improvement - the cat who was sleeping on my chest until I so rudely woke him up with my snickering might not agree.) (snicker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off - the Childish Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-35431379149563946?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/35431379149563946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=35431379149563946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/35431379149563946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/35431379149563946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-many-cleopatras-are-there-anyway.html' title='How many Cleopatras ARE there anyway?'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5887837548130168406</id><published>2008-05-09T10:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:47:13.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I just found out that the wife of one of my son's friends  has traveled down to the Mayo Clinic this week for her 1-yr. checkup to be sure she's cancer-free.  You can read about her battle with the rare disease here:  &lt;a href="http://liposarcomix.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://liposarcomix.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  (It's a very upbeat blog, her DH is just an amazing person.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As she undergoes this battery of tests please join me in taking a moment to pray that all will be well!  Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5887837548130168406?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5887837548130168406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5887837548130168406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5887837548130168406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5887837548130168406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/healing-prayers.html' title='Healing Prayers'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7110402835691913058</id><published>2008-05-09T10:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:34:32.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's simple pleasures: Spring Violets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday DH came in with a tiny gift for me: a tiny wild violet that was growing in the yard!  He said "I brought you this 'cause I know you love Spring - I would've brought more but this was the only one I could find".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG how sweet is that??!!  Can't you just picture this 6 ft. guy out there spotting a 1/2 inch violet &amp;amp; stooping down to get it just for me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just when I think he doesn't have a romantic bone left in his body he does something like this!  Thinking about it makes me smile.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7110402835691913058?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7110402835691913058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7110402835691913058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7110402835691913058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7110402835691913058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/05/lifes-simple-pleasures-spring-violets.html' title='Life&apos;s simple pleasures: Spring Violets'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3101199958641892202</id><published>2008-04-25T18:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:35:35.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>... and Baby Makes Four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SBJbbOMDarI/AAAAAAAAABU/1Oe_96-Dz_4/s1600-h/The+Baby+ten+weeks+pink+spotlight+April+24+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193313843534850738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SBJbbOMDarI/AAAAAAAAABU/1Oe_96-Dz_4/s320/The+Baby+ten+weeks+pink+spotlight+April+24+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember a couple of weeks ago I posted about DD having a surprise for me? Well, here it is! I'm going to have a 4th grandchild!! How wild is that???!!! I'm VERY excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday they did a 3-d ultrasound and here's what he/she looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are ultrasound -challenged, I'll map it out a bit.  The head is on the left.  the hand closest to us is in its mouth, the other one is pointing toward the umbilical cord.  On the right side  you see waht looks like a little finger poking up.. that's the right leg.  The left leg is hidden by the umbilical cord (that enormous thing close to its leg). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all together now, "AAAAaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3101199958641892202?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3101199958641892202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3101199958641892202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3101199958641892202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3101199958641892202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-baby-makes-four.html' title='... and Baby Makes Four!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VTcZUzK2B98/SBJbbOMDarI/AAAAAAAAABU/1Oe_96-Dz_4/s72-c/The+Baby+ten+weeks+pink+spotlight+April+24+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3825960718554417650</id><published>2008-04-23T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:50:20.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microwaved tea vs Boiled on the Stove &amp; steeped</title><content type='html'>I love hot tea.  For a l-o-n-g time now I've been preparing it by filling a mug with water, adding a tea bag, &amp; nuking it for a couple of minutes.  It had been forever (think years) since I'd actually boiled water on the stove &amp; poured it over the bag in the old tried and true fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last weekend DH was working on the kitchen &amp; had the microwave moved out to the back 40 somewhere so I resorted to boiling water to make the tea.  Guess what?  It tastes different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in England the importance of starting with cold water, &amp; bringing it to a rolling boil was really stressed.  I couldn't really taste a difference when I started with warm water just to see what would happen (wild and crazy 18 year old that I was).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years after I moved back to the States my friend Peggy made me a cup of tea using the microwave.  Since it was so quick and easy I started making it that way too, and have continued to do so ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I discovered on Saturday is that when boiling water is poured over the tea bag it really brings the flavor out.  Earl Gray tastes like Earl Gray instead of Lipton's.  English Breakfast Tea tastes like English Breakfast Tea instead of Lipton's... you get the drift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm abandoning microwave tea?  Nope, as a matter of fact just this morning I nuked my tea.  What it DOES mean is that if I have a special tea and want to see how it REALLY tastes, you'll find me huddled over the stove waiting for the water to boil in its slow, old-fashioned way!  Now, where did I put that whistling tea kettle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3825960718554417650?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3825960718554417650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3825960718554417650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3825960718554417650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3825960718554417650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/microwaved-tea-vs-boiled-on-stove.html' title='Microwaved tea vs Boiled on the Stove &amp; steeped'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2447414218528383429</id><published>2008-04-12T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:23:50.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times!</title><content type='html'>Didn't want to go to bed leaving you with the semi-depressing blog I wrote a minute ago, so here's a more positive thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time next week I'll be visiting one of my very favorite people in the world!  He also happens to be one of my children.  What a blessing having offspring you love so much and enjoy being around!  So many parents can't, but my kids have grown up to be the type of people that I choose to have as friends, not just relatives. &lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2447414218528383429?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2447414218528383429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2447414218528383429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2447414218528383429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2447414218528383429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-times.html' title='Good Times!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4033729660446566307</id><published>2008-04-11T23:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:18:49.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning: make cinnamon rolls;  Afternoon: die.</title><content type='html'>This morning my friend Wanda's co-worker went to her job as a cook at an educational camp for children.  She made cinnamon rolls, did all the usual stuff, and left at lunchtime.  A couple of hours later Wanda got a phone call - her co-worker had died! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in her late 30's &amp; appeared to be healthy.  We don't yet know what happened.  The worst part is that she has a son who's a senior in high school; his dad died 1 1/2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is such a private person that when he returned to school after his dad's death, he told those who asked that he'd been at Cedar Point (amusement park) with his mom.  He didn't tell any of his fellow students that his dad had died.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a good kid and the principal is offering to let him stay with him until the school year ends.  He has no relatives in the area, and has pretty much kept to himself.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you all this?  Because it has just been going through my mind over  &amp; over &amp; I'm hoping that by writing it down it will no longer dominate my thoughts.  It's such a sad situation, so hard to understand why something like this has to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH said "well, it just shows how unpredictable life can be - you never know when it might end."  Kind of freaked me out because that's about the third time in the last few days that somebody has said that to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think somebody's trying to tell me something?  (Not that I think I'm about to die, just that maybe I need to make some big changes.) Only problem with that is that it would involve moving 400 miles, not very practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4033729660446566307?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4033729660446566307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4033729660446566307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4033729660446566307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4033729660446566307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-make-cinnamon-rolls-for-serve.html' title='Morning: make cinnamon rolls;  Afternoon: die.'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6962209866393692548</id><published>2008-04-11T23:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:55:51.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Organizing a Hobby?</title><content type='html'>Ok, went into my scrapping room tonight with every intention of making some pages but could NOT decide which pictures to use. I think I just have WAY too many photos!  Anyway, instead of scrapping I ended up taking photos out of an old album and dividing them up by subject.  (I'm going to do some subject albums instead of chronological ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all fine and dandy except that I've spent SO much more time organizing than scrapping!  Maybe I'm exhibiting signs of OCD... or maybe my real hobby isn't scrapping, it's organizing!  Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6962209866393692548?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6962209866393692548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6962209866393692548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6962209866393692548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6962209866393692548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/enough-with-sorting-already.html' title='Is Organizing a Hobby?'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5214333447959079713</id><published>2008-04-07T23:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:00:41.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my!</title><content type='html'>Isn't it interesting how the most unexpected things sometime happen.  Wow!  That's all for the moment, just wow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's not really all.. you know I have to say more than THAT!  LOL  Well, DD gave us some news and you could've pretty much knocked me over with a feather!  It's a joyous thing, just odd circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to go with the joyous part of it instead of freaking out about the rest.  :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a blast with her &amp; the 3 girls right now.  The middle one went to work with me today &amp; worked her little heart out, stapling, stamping, highlighting, and just generally having a ball (she loves to play office).  :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucked them into beds about an hour ago (an early night) and am about to go there myself (well not to the SAME beds but you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everybody!  (Prayers for DD wouldn't be a bad idea.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5214333447959079713?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5214333447959079713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5214333447959079713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5214333447959079713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5214333447959079713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my.html' title='oh my!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6284411037358314033</id><published>2008-03-31T23:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:49:32.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have BUDS!!!!</title><content type='html'>At some point between 6:00 p.m. Sunday and 11:30 p.m. Monday, the little tree in our yard sprouted BUDS!!  I'm totally pumped!  SPRING WOO HOO!!!  We actually had a thunder storm yesterday, how Spring-like is that?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do remember that we had 4 inches of snow just a few days ago... well it is gone already!  That's the funny/great thing about Michigan:  Spring is slow in coming but when it finally does it's like it's on fast-forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, brace yourself for something wierd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first spotted the buds, I was standing just inches from the branches.  After a moment or two of staring at them in amazement (I actually realized my mouth was agape) I had the urge to bite them!  How crazy is that?!?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like I couldn't get close enough to them, just wanted to chomp them off like celery.  (No, I didn't do it!) Best I can figure, it must be some sort of primal instinct or something... the cave girl supplementing her winter diet with greens at the first opportunity.  Think about that tonight when you're preparing dinner - anybody want a bud?   &lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6284411037358314033?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6284411037358314033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6284411037358314033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6284411037358314033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6284411037358314033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-have-buds.html' title='We Have BUDS!!!!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3666038201784512200</id><published>2008-03-29T20:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:10:27.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The birds are coming back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am so excited, I think warm weather may be coming after all! Since it snowed 4 inches the night before last I'd just about given up hope that Spring was ever really coming. Then, yesterday afternoon I went outside and "CHIRP!" there was a robin sitting in the very top of the (very bare) maple tree in our front yard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As I stood admiring the robin, a gaggle of 7 Canadian Geese went honking by in V formation overhead! I practically jumped up &amp;amp; down for joy!! Birds!!! Off in the distance I could hear birdsongs like something from a Disney movie. This was a real treat in an area where all has been frozen with virtually no birds in sight for nearly 6 months! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The sun is shining, birds are singing hurrah! Even if it snows tomorrow, today will get me through another week or so at least. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s118/redweezie/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2ndRobin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s118/redweezie/2ndRobin.jpg" border="0" alt="Robin in tree" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take credit for this photo - I found it on line... but it looks exactly like the robin I saw.  (I'm so excited, this is my first time to post a pic on the blog and it worked!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3666038201784512200?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3666038201784512200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3666038201784512200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3666038201784512200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3666038201784512200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/birds-are-coming-back.html' title='The birds are coming back!!'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7155104133507249081</id><published>2008-03-13T21:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:08:46.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>People from your Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I saw this quote and kind of liked it - makes you stop &amp;amp; think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will. So don't worry about people from your past,there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7155104133507249081?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7155104133507249081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7155104133507249081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7155104133507249081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7155104133507249081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/people-from-your-past-who-you-didnt.html' title='People from your Past'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3336493263009349737</id><published>2008-03-12T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:14:06.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Again!  (different questions)</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged ;) Different one this time so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person that tagged you –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was Laurie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurieb323.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;http://laurieb323.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; (I don't know how to do that fancy little thing where it just shows the person's name for the link. Anybody want to teach me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your blog. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. I will not drink milk out of a plastic glass. It tastes funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. I love it when the trunk of my car is clean and neat (or, better yet, empty).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3. Seeing how things are made or manufactured fascinates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. Brushing my dog is relaxing to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5. Although I work at a church, it has been months since I attended a service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;When I really like a piece of clothing I keep wearing it for YEARS. My favorite sweatshirt is about 15 years old &amp;amp; was bought at a flea market for $5. I think I've gotten my money's worth out of it. heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;If you're reading this &amp;amp; feel so inclined, consider yourself tagged. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3336493263009349737?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3336493263009349737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3336493263009349737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3336493263009349737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3336493263009349737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged-again-different-questions.html' title='Tagged Again!  (different questions)'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7876069298377916338</id><published>2008-03-12T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:47:09.228-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copyright laws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the 60&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>Is Nothing Sacred?  American Idol Features Beatles' Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Daggone it, American Idol contestants, SHUT UP with the Beatles' songs. You're slaughtering them, it's horrible, unforgivable, and I can't stand it. Just because the copyright or whatever to the songs has become available for use does not mean you have the right to destroy a piece of my history. What a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;:-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7876069298377916338?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7876069298377916338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7876069298377916338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7876069298377916338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7876069298377916338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-nothing-sacred-american-idol.html' title='Is Nothing Sacred?  American Idol Features Beatles&apos; Songs'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-692086765698843524</id><published>2008-03-08T09:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:51:50.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waterboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drowning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torturing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American defense'/><title type='text'>Bush,Waterboarding, and Terrorists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't often write about political issues, but this one really spoke to me (or should I say screamed at me) and demanded a response. Here's the article, followed by my opinion. I hope you'll share your opinion too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUSH TO VETO LEGISLATION BANNING WATER BOARDING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by Jennifer Loven, AP writer, March 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Bush is poised to veto legislation that would bar the CIA from using waterboarding — a technique that simulates drowning — and other harsh interrogation methods on terror suspects.&lt;br /&gt;The president planned to talk about the veto in his Saturday radio address.&lt;br /&gt;Bush has said the bill would harm the government's ability to prevent future attacks. Supporters of the legislation argue that it preserves the United States' right to collect critical intelligence while boosting the country's moral standing abroad.&lt;br /&gt;"The bill would take away one of the most valuable tools on the war on terror, the CIA program to detain and question key terrorist leaders and operatives," deputy White House press secretary Tony Fratto said Friday.&lt;br /&gt;The bill would restrict the CIA to using only the 19 interrogation techniques listed in the Army field manual.&lt;br /&gt;The legislation would bar the CIA from using waterboarding, sensory deprivation or other coercive methods to break a prisoner who refuses to answer questions. Those practices were banned by the military in 2006, but the president wants the harsh interrogation methods to be a part of the CIA's toolbox.&lt;br /&gt;Backers of the legislation, which cleared the House in December and won Senate approval last month, say the interrogation methods used by the military are sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;"President Bush's veto will be one of the most shameful acts of his presidency," Sen. Edward Kennedy, D-Mass., said in a statement Friday. "Unless Congress overrides the veto, it will go down in history as a flagrant insult to the rule of law and a serious stain on the good name of America in the eyes of the world."&lt;br /&gt;He noted that the Army field manual contends that harsh interrogation is a "poor technique that yields unreliable results, may damage subsequent collection efforts, and can induce the source to say what he thinks the (interrogator) wants to hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok, boys and girls, how many of you knew we (the U.S.) used techniques like &lt;strong&gt;waterboarding&lt;/strong&gt;? I sure didn't! In fact (call me naive) when I saw the title of the article I thought it was going to have something to do with &lt;strong&gt;water sports&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; the environment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Before the twin towers were brought down by terrorists on 9/11 I would've been right out there with those protesting a bill that would allow prisoners to be treated in an "inhumane" way. However, things are different now. Even though the New Testament teaches us to be loving in the face of evil, the Old Testament said "an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth" and somehow to me that seems more applicable in this case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you have thousands of innocent people whose murder could be prevented by pouring water on one evil guy, I say GO FOR IT! You know good and well that &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; country is torturing &lt;strong&gt;American &lt;/strong&gt;prisoners, so why should we be all warm and fuzzy with this murderous man who's helping plan the sequel to 9/11? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not a big George Bush supporter, but on this one he has me in his corner. I don't think these practices should be outlawed. Whether they're actually used or not, just knowing that they &lt;strong&gt;might be&lt;/strong&gt; could help deter evil-doers. (Think about it - when you were a kid and you knew the teacher &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; paddle you if she wanted to, didn't that contribute to your &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; behavior?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When reading this article I was already shaking my head but what really made me go "OMG!" was when I reached the part about Senator Edward Kennedy's throwing in his 2 cents worth. Excuse me, Eddie old boy, but I happen to remember a little situation back in '69 when you left a woman to drown while you saved yourself &amp;amp; ran off to make up a cover story to protect your "political image". I was just a kid, but the horror of it impressed me so much that I remember it to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mary Jo Kopechne (the starry-eyed young woman who was with you when you drove your car off a bridge) hung on to life for a couple of hours in that dark, cold water, no doubt waiting for YOU to come back with help and &lt;strong&gt;save&lt;/strong&gt; her! But &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;, you were too busy making up a cover story to protect the great political future that you thought you were going to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How interesting that you didn't give a flying flip about an innocent young woman alone in that car under the swirling water, slowly drowning, but you have all this compassion for a terrorist, whose purpose in life is to murder and maim, having water is poured over his face. What a hypocrite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just can't believe that you have the &lt;strong&gt;gall &lt;/strong&gt;to ride out on your high horse and declare that BUSH is committing a SHAMEFUL act! Look in the mirror, buddy boy! Just how stupid do you think the American people really are???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-692086765698843524?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/692086765698843524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=692086765698843524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/692086765698843524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/692086765698843524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/bushwaterboarding-and-terrorists.html' title='Bush,Waterboarding, and Terrorists'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-8502997391128964240</id><published>2008-03-03T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:30:08.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years Ago &amp; other "Tag" answers</title><content type='html'>Brenda and Sherri both tagged me so here are my answers (I'm supposed to tag 3 people now but lucky for you I'm not going to ;-) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10 years ago today I was:&lt;/span&gt; tired of my long-time BF, tired of teaching math, tired of having an "empty nest", tired of where I lived, tired of life pretty much (I changed almost all of those things and am better now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Things on my to do list for today:&lt;/span&gt; Well, it's after 10 p.m. so I probably won't be doing a &lt;strong&gt;whole &lt;/strong&gt;lot more today. I will take the clothes out of the washer &amp;amp; put them in the dryer, use my new lint roller to remove the totally demolished (way beyond shredded) kleenex that attacked DH's jacket when it was in the dryer, turn on the dishwasher (I already have it loaded), figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow, take the dogs for their last walk of the day, brush my teeth, wash my face, moisturize like crazy (I'm trying to do better on that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4 things I would do if I became a billionaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. share&lt;br /&gt;2. give my condo to somebody who needs a home &amp;amp; buy myself a place on the lake or ocean;&lt;br /&gt;3. travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;4. spoil my family - starting by buying &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; in the fabulous (child's) bedroom display that I saw yesterday in Ikea for little B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3 bad habits:&lt;/span&gt; I put often things off 'til the last minute (not at work, just at home), let things "get to me" instead of blowing them off, and eat too many sweets (but I really enjoy them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;5 jobs I have had&lt;/span&gt;: babysitter; refreshment stand at the drive-in movie (that was fun); dietary aide at the hospital; teacher; administrative assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;6 Things most people don’t know about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SIX?? That's a LOT! Ok, let's see..&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was 9-10 I wanted to be an archaeologist.&lt;br /&gt;2. As a toddler one of my goals was "to smoke Camels like Daddy" (if you know how I feel about smoking you'll know why that's so hysterical)&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't stand romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;4. I prefer to eat grapefruit without sugar.&lt;br /&gt;5. I didn't particularly like dogs until a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;6. I was once a labor coach for a friend and got to be there when her baby was born. It was fabulous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-8502997391128964240?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8502997391128964240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=8502997391128964240' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8502997391128964240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8502997391128964240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/03/ten-years-ago-other-tag-answers.html' title='Ten Years Ago &amp; other &quot;Tag&quot; answers'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-8767553820941045840</id><published>2008-02-27T16:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:14:44.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "bad guys" won this round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(written in red because I'm so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#*@$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#*@$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; fired up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mind is so full right now that I hardly know where to begin. I don't know how much detail to go into or even whether I should write about it at all, because it involves church and I don't want to say anything that will turn people away from religion just because of the actions of a handful of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, it involves my job (I work at a church). Long story short, the kindest, most caring person in the church is being basically exiled because the &lt;em&gt;most un-godlike person, one who&lt;/em&gt; (no I'm not kidding)&lt;em&gt; claims that he is without sin&lt;/em&gt; went whining to the Bishop when he couldn't have his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For 3 months this (good) guy is forbidden to have anything at all to do with anyone in the church - if he even so much as speaks to a parishioner on the phone he will be de-frocked. Even if one of his long-time parishioners is seriously ill or if someone dies, he still can't even speak to them or write them a card, much less give them communion or officiate at their funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am SO mad about this I'm surprised that my head didn't just blow right off my neck when I was told about it. I'm still mad and it has been over 6 hours since I found out about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They're going to lie about what's really going on &amp;amp; I refuse to do that so I just might become unemployed very soon. There's no way I'm going to be able to go along with the story they're planning to give the parishioners on Sunday. I will not sit there and say this leave of absence was done at the good guy's request, which is the cover story they're planning to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How the heck a person in such a position of authority (aka the Bishop) can be hoodwinked into believing a load of crap and basically ruining a life and possibly a career because he (Bishop) didn't even bother to check out the facts before taking action is beyond me. Talk about living in an ivory tower!! AAaaaaaaaargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's all for now - although no doubt I'll be going on &amp;amp; on about it more later on. Meanwhile, if you are a religious person, please pray for peace for this man who's being crucified and if you're not a religious person please don't let this writing make you think all religious leaders are bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the way home I stopped &amp;amp; got a couple of &lt;em&gt;Krispy Kremes&lt;/em&gt; (nature's tranquilizers) so although I'm still not feeling totally tranquil I have at leaststopped screaming, crying, and throwing things (ok, ok, granted it was just a kleenex- but I did throw it with great power and emotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-8767553820941045840?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8767553820941045840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=8767553820941045840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8767553820941045840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/8767553820941045840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-guys-won-this-round-p.html' title='The &quot;bad guys&quot; won this round.'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6379957663348723186</id><published>2008-02-23T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:31:00.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Language &amp; Hillary Clinton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My DS &amp;amp; DIL got to see Hillary Clinton today! Actually my DIL did the interpreting for her (sign language aka ASL), how cool is that? She interpreted for Obama a couple of months back. In the past she has had the opportunity to meet &amp;amp; interpret for a wide variety of famous people, everybody from Lily Tomlin to Billy Graham!  It's really interesting to listen to her tell about what those people were like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIL and DS taught taught me a few signs before their wedding so I could introduce myself (about half the guests there were deaf and communicated via ASL) but I would like to learn a LOT more. I think it would be a handy thing to know how to do, not just when I'm with their friends but also in case the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was waiting for DH in the doctor's office the other day someone popped her head in and told the receptionist that there was an elderly couple outside that needed help but she didn't think they spoke English. A couple of the nurses went out and helped them. (It's a new medical office building but talk about poor planning - you have to walk about a mile (well maybe that's a slight exaggeration) to get from the parking lot to the specialist's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the nurses went out with a wheel chair &amp;amp; brought the guy on in, his wife walking beside pushing his oxygen tank on wheels. After she signed him in &amp;amp; they sat down I noticed them talking to each other using ASL, so what the woman had thought was a couple not speaking English turned out to be a deaf couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me wish I could talk to them - they seemed so isolated - but somehow walking up to them &amp;amp; telling them whose mother I am didn't seem quite appropriate at the time. ;-)  Since it had been over a year since I'd used the few signs I did know, I wasn't sure that I remembered them correctly &amp;amp; didn't want to screw up.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;DS once referred to somebody as a hooker when he meant to say something else - just a difference in finger position can bring a whole new meaning to a sign.   I figured this couple had been through enough already with trying to make it down the hall and then having to use  the wheelchair and all without having some strange lady (me) come over and proposition them in the waiting room, so I just smiled and nodded and left it at that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;:-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6379957663348723186?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6379957663348723186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6379957663348723186' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6379957663348723186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6379957663348723186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/sign-language-hillary-clinton.html' title='Sign Language &amp; Hillary Clinton'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-1724342417837034476</id><published>2008-02-21T23:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:46:32.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Sparkling in the Moonlight</title><content type='html'>I just came in from walking the dogs &amp;amp; I have to say it is absolutely beautiful outside!  It's snowing the very tiny flakes you get when the air is extremely cold and dry.  They sparkle like glitter in the moonlight - floating all around in the air like tiny fairies - pretty amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really enjoy cold weather.  Right now we have a hard snow pack of about a foot covering all of  the ground, with drifts and piles higher here &amp;amp; there.  The pile of snow (now solid ice) that came out of our driveway is as tall as I am!  Really!  (... and the driveway isn't all that big!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me a few days ago that she now has forsythia blooming in her yard.  One of my scrapping friends in S.C. has daffodils blooming!  Made me wonder if we really live in the same country - or even the same continent!  We've had more snow here than in many years &amp;amp; I'm loving it!  I won't complain any when spring comes though LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Spring is a lot different than in KY.  Down there in March trees start blooming and spring flowers pop up even if there's still snow on the ground.  Spring lasts for a couple of months before Summer comes blasting in around the first week of June with temps of 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, plants don't even &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; about turning green until June (yes, the lilacs wait 'til June to bloom), but when things finally do start awakening from their winter sleep they do it in "fast forward" mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go from bits of visible green to huge green leaves in less than a month - way less than a month!  It's just nuts.  It's like the plants know that if they're going to have much of a life they'd better hurry since winter's first snow arrives in October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-1724342417837034476?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1724342417837034476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=1724342417837034476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1724342417837034476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1724342417837034476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-sparkling-in-moonlight.html' title='Snow Sparkling in the Moonlight'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-2790274412488236512</id><published>2008-02-11T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:17:12.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty gross, you may want to skip it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the heck is wrong with me???  I'm sitting here feeling ill because of a photo I just saw.  Why did I look at it?  I dunno.  :-(   I was just merrily surfing along, randomly clicking on things that took me from one website to another when all of a sudden there was a page of pics of people jumping out of the twin towers on 9/11.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That sounds really bad, but to be honest the photos were so surreal - the people suspended in mid-air, clothes flying out like wings - that it didn't make me sick.  Sad, yes, but not sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What did make me sick was a photo that had originally been included in that gallery but then was removed because it wasn't actually taken on 9/11.  It was taken of a guy who had "just" jumped 20 floors.  The article "helpfully" explained that the jumpers at the twin towers were virtually obliterated when they hit the ground.  This guy, on the other hand, resembled road kill.  Why did I look at it?  I don't know.  Why did I find myself studying every aspect of it very closely?  I don't know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why did my mind have to start thinking about my friend who jumped off the bridge into water that "when jumped into from a great height is the same as hitting concrete" therefore meaning he may have looked a lot like this guy?  I don't know.  There was a photo beside that one of another jumper (again, not from the towers) who had landed on his/her face.  The clothes were gone (blown off?) but you couldn't tell if it was male or female.  It looked like an empty fat suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a normal person who doesn't like gore.  I won't even go to movies that are bloody... but here I am staring the remains of these real people when I won't even go watch the fake ones with fake blood.  It's just very odd.   I'd like to share it with DH (you know how sometimes sharing something reduces its enormity in your mind) but I know he would be totally grossed out.  I am too, but I brought it on myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope I don't end up like those poor people with my body all broken.  I hope I die in my sleep while wearing nice pajamas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like I'm going to cry or throw up or both, and I brought this all on myself.  How stupid.  I should've just stayed on the scrapbooking page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-2790274412488236512?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2790274412488236512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=2790274412488236512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2790274412488236512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/2790274412488236512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/pretty-gross-you-may-want-to-skip-it.html' title='Pretty gross, you may want to skip it.'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-6883779847983115567</id><published>2008-02-10T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:08:29.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today it was 2 degrees and with the 45 mph winds figured in the wind chill factor was -25 degrees! Yep, that's TWENTY-FIVE BELOW ZERO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Right now it's 2 below (that 's the actual temp, wind chill is of course even lower). The police are scouring the area for homeless people who are outside. They're taking them to warming shelters to keep them from freezing to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ok, enough about the weather already! It's pretty much all anybody is talking about around here though!  B-o-r-i-n-g !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-6883779847983115567?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6883779847983115567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=6883779847983115567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6883779847983115567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/6883779847983115567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/brrrrr.html' title='Brrrrr'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4296034361224606156</id><published>2008-02-02T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:38:11.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eukanuba Dog Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Garcia &amp;amp; I are watching the Eukanuba Dog Show right now.  Yes, G. is a dog but he is watching this as intently as any human would!  First he was sitting beside me on the couch watching it, but then during the last commercial he got DH's blanket &amp;amp; pulled it down onto the floor.  He then got his favorite toy, placed it on the blanket, &amp;amp; layed down beside it, right in front of the tv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Garcia seems to prefer light-colored dogs.  When one catches his attention he hops up &amp;amp; runs to the tv &amp;amp; stands on his (really short) little hind legs so that he can see it better!  Soooo cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So far his favorite has been the 15" beagle.  For it, he actually gave the screen a little lick and then looked behind the tv to see if maybe the beagle was going to come around &amp;amp; play with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I've never had a pet who watched tv before so this absolutely cracks me up!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;If &amp;amp; when I figure out how to post photos I'll put one on here showing him - a new breed - the TV Hound!  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4296034361224606156?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4296034361224606156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4296034361224606156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4296034361224606156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4296034361224606156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/eukanuba-dog-show.html' title='The Eukanuba Dog Show'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-1619613745835556860</id><published>2008-01-31T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:09:02.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;experts&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignored children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pompous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><title type='text'>Only google your XDH if you want to get annoyed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;My DS told me several months ago that he had googled my XDH &amp;amp; discovered that he has declared himself to be something of an expert on ADHD.  Just now I tried it (googling XDH that is, not declaring myself to be an expert).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I think my blood pressure is currently 20,275,783 over 4000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OMG he is giving advice out like it's candy at a Christmas parade!!  AAAAaaaaaaack!!  Not only  is he attributing all the problems his DD (from his current marriage) is having to being ADHD, but he has also decided that HE has it too... and if that's not annoying enough, he is even saying that one of our children has it which is absolutely ridiculous!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How would he know if they did or not anyway, he spent so little time with them he wouldn't have a clue.  He even sent a birthday card to DGD with a sappy note about her beautiful big brown eyes... excuse me, Mr. Gran'pa of the year, but the kid's eyes are bleeping BLUE just like her mother's -your DD's - or maybe you thought hers were BROWN too???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;He goes on &amp;amp; on advising young parents on the ADHD Forum that "because ADHD kids are attention seeking you should ignore them".  Well, excuse me buddy but IMHO a large part of the problem with your "new" DD is that she is just screaming (both figuratively and literally) for attention!  Poor kid gets absolutely none from you OR your wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just want to slap him!  (I am not normally a violent person, but I swear if he were to walk in right now I'd enjoy nothing more than pelting him with every plate, glass, cup &amp;amp; saucer that I could get my hands on!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Here he is giving out advice when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;#1. he didn't even raise his first 2 kids; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;#2. he's basically making this 3rd child raise herself because he and his current DW are both too sorry to get off their butts and get involved.  Why the heck they were allowed to adopt a child in the first place is beyond me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Geeze, what is they say about "a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing"?  Well, if you look that old saying up on Wikipedia his photo should definitely be beside it!  What an idiot.  (Idiot is not a word I normally use, but  it is his word of choice when putting people down so I'm using it because of that... taste of his own medicine and all that - not that he'll ever read this.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just cringe thinking of the damage his "expert advice" may have caused already.  Some of the posts are over 5 years old!  :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyway, had to share that, it was either tell you or go out on the street and look for an innocent bystander to beat up.  (Would be hard to find a bystander, innocent or not, tonight because it's 18 degrees outside.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thanks for listening, I feel better now.  Still annoyed, but better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-1619613745835556860?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1619613745835556860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=1619613745835556860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1619613745835556860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/1619613745835556860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/only-google-your-xdh-if-you-want-to-get.html' title='Only google your XDH if you want to get annoyed.'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-3163154118799798395</id><published>2008-01-24T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:58:51.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selling organs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organ donation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><title type='text'>The "Iranian Kidney Bargain Sale"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just finished watching an independent film entitled "Iranian Kidney Bargain Sale". When I first saw the name I thought it was some sort of bad comedy, but the title turned out to be telling the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Iran is the only country in the world where you can legally sell a body organ, It's mostly done by young healthy people who need money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was absolutely riveted when it got to the part when they began to show the healthy guy's kidney being removed (you may or may not know that I had one removed a few years back. I didn't get paid for it though, daggone it! The going price is $3,000. and I'm thinking that since mine had a 6 cm. alien growing on it it should've been worth at least $4,000.) But I digress... let's get back to the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It showed the gaping hole they made in the young man in order to get to the kidney, and then showed the dr. lifting it up to examine &amp;amp; weigh it. It looked so very healthy, all red &amp;amp; vibrant &amp;amp; practically pulsing with life. They immediately took it into the next room to be installed in the waiting recipient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Afterwards, the guy said to his wife "we must be more careful with our money now because we've sold our last resource". EEEEeeeeeeeek! What kind of country is it that teaches people that it's ok to do this for money? It (IMHO) illustrates how the lawmakers in Iran value (or should I say don't value) the lives of poor individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This got me to thinking about how our laws are in place to (sometimes) protect people from themselves. Once every ten minutes a young person walks into one of the Iranian clinics that are specially set up for people to come in &amp;amp; sell an organ. They even haggle over the price!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sure, people here in the U.S. sell plasma, but it's something that the body regenerates. Not so with a kidney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;While watching the surgery my throat felt like it was closing up... maybe it was partly because I knew my body had been &lt;em&gt;invaded and robbed&lt;/em&gt; the way the guy's body was (although for me it was more of a &lt;em&gt;search and rescue&lt;/em&gt; mission), but mostly I think it was just at the realization that young, vibrant men and women are doing this as an easy way to make money, not considering that they may actually need that "extra" kidney one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The hospital and operating room kind of freaked me out because it didn't have the "magical quality" of the operating rooms over here... the complex gadgets, gleaming surfaces, immaculate white cloths, brightly shining special lights reflecting off of the gleaming stainless steel... All of those things tell us, as we're wheeled in, that we're entering a special place where miracles can and do occur every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In contrast, the hospital in the film had about as much confidence-inducing atmosphere as your basement - and we're talking a basement that hasn't really been fixed up yet. I found myself expecting the doctor to whip a hunting knife out of his belt, wipe it on his pant leg, and start hacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Even if you can get past the lack of modern equipment and sanitary conditions, you'll notice the lack of concern for the donor's basic comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you've ever had surgery in the U.S. you probably remember having a clean sheet and soft white woven cotton blanket tucked in around you in pre-op, and when you woke up you may have found yourself wrapped in blankets that had been heated just for you. It made you feel comforted, cared for, safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In contrast,young man in Iran had a single cotton sheet tossed casually over him, his feet and upper body still exposed. In post-op, instead of having a nurse gently speaking to you as you regain consciousness, this poor guy had a robed man semi-shouting at him to wake up while pinching his nipple and slapping his face. I've seen lab rats treated with more respect than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The documentary is going to be on again tonight at midnight &amp;amp; will no doubt be aired repeatedly since the Discovery Channel generally operates that way. I'd recommend watching it - it really makes you stop and think about what your views really are about selling organs. (Before watching it I felt that you should be allowed to sell them if they wanted to... after all it's your body, yada yada yada.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After watching it I think not. Much like the lottery sucks the money out of those who can least afford it but who are hoping for a miracle, this practice literally sucks the organs out of those who may have their judgement clouded by desperation. I'll be interested to hear what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'd recommend watching it. Be aware that it's all subtitles though, so unless you speak the language you won't be able to multi-task while watching it. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-3163154118799798395?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3163154118799798395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=3163154118799798395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3163154118799798395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/3163154118799798395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/iranian-kidney-bargain-sale.html' title='The &quot;Iranian Kidney Bargain Sale&quot;'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-4511440944299170369</id><published>2008-01-24T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:06:27.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enthusiasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Interesting   &gt;8-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Depression is Anger without Enthusiasm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just read that &amp;amp; thought it was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-4511440944299170369?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4511440944299170369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=4511440944299170369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4511440944299170369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/4511440944299170369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-8.html' title='Interesting   &gt;8-)'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-5404598165124573950</id><published>2008-01-23T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:44:52.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think I'm addicted to my laptop.  I have tons of things to be doing but here I sit (and not just today, but practically EVERY day!) typing away!  I'd hate to think how many scrapbooks I could've finished, books I could've read, dishes I could've washed (not!), sweaters I could've knitted, quilts I could've made... but instead it's type type type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This addiction isn't totally a bad thing.  I have made many good friends on-line, several whom I've actually met in person, and nobody chopped me into pieces and buried me by the river (despite the dire predictions of my friends.)     :-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The laptop also enables me to keep in touch with my parents much more than I'd done in years.  We communicate almost daily rather than weekly or even monthly as it was before the internet.  My mom is 76 but she loves e-mail and is the Queen of the Forwards, much to my childrens' chagrin.  (Yeah, I'm not thrilled either but I seem to be able to blow it off easier than they do.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I just had a desktop computer I had to get up occasionally to stretch, but with the laptop I can be so comfy that nothing budges me except the bathroom needs of the dogs!  (yeah, I have those needs too but I put off going until I have to get up for them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Speaking of which, Mr. G. is making his grumbling sound that means he needs to "go" so up I get!  (while I'm gone you can diagram that sentence LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-5404598165124573950?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5404598165124573950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=5404598165124573950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5404598165124573950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/5404598165124573950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/laptop-addiction.html' title='Laptop Addiction'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618674668079311856.post-7566136932506838694</id><published>2008-01-22T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:36:41.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumbles &amp; Good things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm tired of having to change snowy socks &amp;amp; pants every time I come in from walking the dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm tired of having to towel the dogs off and then blow-dry them every time we come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm tired of salty white footprints everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm tired of the weather forecasters saying "flurries" while snow is pounding down (3 inches this morning just while I was at work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don't like the fact that they don't bother to plow the parking lot where I work, which means that I have to start the day by wading through snow up to my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm tired of the weatherman saying "cuddle alert!" whenever the temps are going to be in the single digits. It was cute a few years ago but is getting tiresome now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm tired of being up here when all of my family (except DH) is in the south... what good is snow if you don't have some little kids to help you build a snowman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm tired of taking snow photos with a camera that wears out batteries after only 8 pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SHI&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FTI&lt;/span&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm glad Hillary &amp;amp; Obama finally got down &amp;amp; dirty last night. Much better than all the mumbles - just get it out in the open already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm glad my mom came through her heart surgery/stent Thursday with flying colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm glad I was able to spend several days with my parents &amp;amp; sister around the time of the surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm glad my niece got to spend the weekend with us (she lives 16 hours away so it was a big deal). We had a GREAT time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm glad Hillary &amp;amp; Obama looked contrite when John Edwards started talking about hungry children &amp;amp; health care after their squabble. Kind of shows that maybe they know what's important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm glad I have a DVR. It's the coolest thing. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm glad I like snow. If I didn't I'd be dead right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;...but &lt;/span&gt;I'm ready &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618674668079311856-7566136932506838694?l=fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7566136932506838694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618674668079311856&amp;postID=7566136932506838694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7566136932506838694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618674668079311856/posts/default/7566136932506838694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzywhitedogs.blogspot.com/2008/01/grumbles-good-things.html' title='Grumbles &amp; Good things'/><author><name>Fuzzy White Dogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002732023063840602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/BeckyinMich/ABestBudsOct29062-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
