<?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-3594295622828910050</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:51:48.350-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Zuiderdam'/><category term='massage'/><category term='Bill Cosby&apos;s picture pages'/><category term='Figs and Thistles'/><category term='Tri-Sigma'/><category term='ear infection'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='venus'/><category term='procrastinations'/><category term='Hans'/><category term='bluebirds'/><category term='Krispy Kreme'/><category term='nephew'/><category term='Presbyterian College'/><category term='interview'/><category term='Decorating'/><category term='Winn-Dixie'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='sock monkeys'/><category term='Blind Exit'/><category term='frozen dead guy'/><category term='New Baby Cason'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='unpacking'/><title type='text'>. ...   ...   ... The Orange Colored Sky ...   ...   ... .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-2718392547984713071</id><published>2008-03-17T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:09:40.004-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear infection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><title type='text'>Hans -- poor fella</title><content type='html'>Mr. Hansy-Wansy has an ear infection.  We noticed it Sunday -- poor guy's ear just wouldn't stop twitching.  And it was oozing.  And he was shaking his head a lot.  And oozy stuff was shaken this way and that.  Poor fella.  Being a Sunday, we couldn't get him to the vet until this morning.  So bright and early (for me), I got up and got him into the crate (not fun!) and shuttled him over to the vet's office.  He is now on two antibiotics -- one is topical and the other is oral and both have to be administered twice daily.  The topical one he gets for 2 weeks, and the oral for 1 week (it's double-strength amoxycillin).  So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and G finished installing the kitty door on Saturday - now we just have to convince Hans and Tinka that they really can push through the two flaps to get to the other side.  Hans is getting better -- I only have to push the first flap back a little and he'll go through.  Tinka is a big baby -- she finally got through and out to the sunroom yesterday but when she wanted to come back in she just sat on the step looking through the door waiting for G to let her in.  He finally crumbled -- she has him so whipped!  Little does she know that tomorow SHE is going to the vet to get her nails and paw-fur trimmed.  And then in April, both kitties are getting their teeth cleaned.  Im sure they're going to be just thrilled with me after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I am getting a massage today.  My masseuse is fantastic -- her name is Venus and she is a certified masseuse and calls herself a healer, too.  I got a massage from her on Friday, although it was kind of a massage and kind of physical therapy.  I've been getting knots behind my right shoulder-blade again, but evidently there are other things going on as well.  After my massage Friday, G's office had a bowling tournament and he and I bowled (Venus had asked me to take it easy and go home to an epsom salt bath, but I was already committed to bowl on the team).  I must say I am pretty impressed with myself.  It has been AGES since I bowled and we bowled 3 games and each of my scores was over 100.  My high score was 134.  Out of the five of us on the team I was pretty much tied for second.  Not bad considering I was the only girl on our team!  G did the best and it was his boss that I was neck and neck with -- we really had a good time and I am hoping maybe I can convince G to go again soon.  I'd love to break 150!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-2718392547984713071?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2718392547984713071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=2718392547984713071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2718392547984713071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2718392547984713071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/03/hans-poor-fella.html' title='Hans -- poor fella'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-6417221286555655012</id><published>2008-03-10T16:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:10.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Baby Cason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Cosby&apos;s picture pages'/><title type='text'>Picture pages Picture pages...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Do you remember that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to get your crayons and your pencils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qgBjoL_auM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qgBjoL_auM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you check out Picture Pages? And Electric Company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How fun was that little trip down memory lane? You can find anything on youtube!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so I told you there would be more photos, so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;The first is little Cason with Autumn -- I love the funny faces he makes! The second is my mom playing Merry Maid with a hot pink feather duster. The third is a picture of Cason after Autumn had to give him his first (and only, so far) suppository -- I guess you can tell what he thought of that! He posed all by himself -- although to be honest, it's not that finger anyway. Funny though. Fourth is a profile of A with little Cason -- I though it was kind of neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQkjNSWTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/C-05thW5ac8/s1600-h/IMG_1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176343041821268274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQkjNSWTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/C-05thW5ac8/s200/IMG_1032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQlTNSWUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7AfvadiAfeU/s1600-h/IMG_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176343054706170178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQlTNSWUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7AfvadiAfeU/s200/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQljNSWVI/AAAAAAAAARA/w8sUzpOK8AA/s1600-h/IMG_0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176343059001137490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQljNSWVI/AAAAAAAAARA/w8sUzpOK8AA/s200/IMG_0940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQljNSWWI/AAAAAAAAARI/36KdBBrAncg/s1600-h/IMG_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176343059001137506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQljNSWWI/AAAAAAAAARI/36KdBBrAncg/s200/IMG_1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here is a photo-collage I put together as a screensaver for us -- top row is our niece Bridget (that's me holding her in the middle pic), then Cason, and the bottom row is our niece Katlyn (and her parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176242466572097826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9W1GTNSWSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jjo0X2crN6E/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm hoping my sister sends more photos of Cason soon as all I have are the ones I took while I was there and a few from my other sister and a friend who were there at the same time I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I must go try to re-light the pilot light on the furnace -- again. Brrr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-6417221286555655012?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6417221286555655012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=6417221286555655012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/6417221286555655012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/6417221286555655012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-pages-picture-pages.html' title='Picture pages Picture pages...'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R9YQkjNSWTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/C-05thW5ac8/s72-c/IMG_1032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-2034454569667222225</id><published>2008-03-06T00:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:10.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unpacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bluebirds'/><title type='text'>Happy Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;I know it's been a week and this is my first post, but I've been semi-busy and semi-just catching up on not doing anything. I admit, I still haven't unpacked my bags from my visit to TN -- &lt;em&gt;maybe if I don't unpack them then I didn't really leave my wonderful little nephew and little sis way across the country&lt;/em&gt; -- actually, I'm just chronically bad about unpacking. Always have been -- probably always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Monday I interviewed for a job. And Saturday is an important job fair. Perhaps soon I will once again be happily employed -- I MISS IT!! I know a lot of folks would think I was very lucky not to 'have-to' work, but for me it is misery. Okay, misery is a bit strong -- but not too far off the mark. I just love to work and be a contributing member of a successful and reputable organization. Since I don't like to post identifiable information about myself, I won't say more about the jobs, but I will ask that you wish me luck or say a little prayer for me. I'd appreciate it tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my picture post for today. I took this while in Tennessee from inside my sister's kitchen -- through the window and the screen. It was an overcast day with snow flurries at the time -- all that said, I think it's a pretty good shot and it makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8-a7lg3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/4qCHd_-tiUM/s1600-h/IMG_1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8-a7lg3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/4qCHd_-tiUM/s400/IMG_1006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love bluebirds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-2034454569667222225?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2034454569667222225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=2034454569667222225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2034454569667222225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2034454569667222225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-thursday.html' title='Happy Thursday'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8-a7lg3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/4qCHd_-tiUM/s72-c/IMG_1006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-7857392733014811085</id><published>2008-02-28T18:00:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:12.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of my angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8da8kz7AZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S_Frwc6pjbs/s1600-h/IMG_1101-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172202693778407826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8da8kz7AZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S_Frwc6pjbs/s400/IMG_1101-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't get over just how much he changes every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dal0z7AYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/znRcemXDOEE/s1600-h/IMG_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172202302936383874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dal0z7AYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/znRcemXDOEE/s320/IMG_1184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, that's me, Auntie Tonya with Cason and his proud parents, Autumn and Mike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201641511420274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ_Uz7AXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nMzHT-sfaKo/s320/IMG_1182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ-Ez7ATI/AAAAAAAAAOo/odHU6lHzCVc/s1600-h/IMG_1074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201620036583730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ-Ez7ATI/AAAAAAAAAOo/odHU6lHzCVc/s320/IMG_1074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my baby sister and Cason's Auntie Robyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ-Uz7AUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yQpMWW3Ncak/s1600-h/IMG_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201624331551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ-Uz7AUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yQpMWW3Ncak/s320/IMG_1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is with his great grandmother -- we were all so glad she could make the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ-kz7AVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JHMYRIZOFRs/s1600-h/IMG_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201628626518354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ-kz7AVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JHMYRIZOFRs/s320/IMG_0946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents with Baby Cason.  They'll go by Grandpaw (or Granpaw -- not sure which)&lt;br /&gt;and Bubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ_Ez7AWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/db9FPfaOyvE/s1600-h/IMG_1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201637216452962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZ_Ez7AWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/db9FPfaOyvE/s320/IMG_1180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here Autumn is with Auntie Jenny holding baby Cason, and Uncle Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZsEz7AOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iVDiC0bmyaI/s1600-h/IMG_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201310798938338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZsEz7AOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iVDiC0bmyaI/s320/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZskz7API/AAAAAAAAAOI/bPmc0hcfLdw/s1600-h/IMG_1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201319388872946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZskz7API/AAAAAAAAAOI/bPmc0hcfLdw/s320/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZs0z7AQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2AjjhmhWuPk/s1600-h/IMG_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201323683840258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZs0z7AQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2AjjhmhWuPk/s320/IMG_1077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is baby Cason sleeping on the chest of my big brother Bart, a.k.a. Uncle Smoove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZtUz7ARI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MJnEbNUJUlA/s1600-h/IMG_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201332273774866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZtUz7ARI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MJnEbNUJUlA/s320/IMG_1068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZtUz7ASI/AAAAAAAAAOg/t5D1A_jFsJE/s1600-h/IMG_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201332273774882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZtUz7ASI/AAAAAAAAAOg/t5D1A_jFsJE/s320/IMG_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my baby brother, D.J. who will go by 'Uncle Dirty' (they came up with the names -- we'll see if they come up with something better by the time little Cason can talk!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZa0z7ANI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kCyLG9LKJyM/s1600-h/IMG_1035-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172201014446194898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dZa0z7ANI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kCyLG9LKJyM/s400/IMG_1035-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Cason with his Beautiful mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was incredible to be there when Cason came into the world, and to be able to spend the first 2+ weeks of his life!  Oh, and it wasn't all play, mind you.  I did more cooking for them than I have the entire year we've lived in Colorado.  AND, I changed Cason's very first, and very dirty, diaper in the hospital that first night (at 2:12AM).  And I did it by cell-phone light!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon I'll get back to blogging more about my own life, but since my life for the past few weeks has been wrapped up in the lives of Cason, Autumn, and Mike, well, you're just going to have to bear with me.  And besides, who doesn't like looking at beautiful baby pictures?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-7857392733014811085?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/7857392733014811085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=7857392733014811085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/7857392733014811085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/7857392733014811085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-of-my-angel.html' title='More of my angel...'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8da8kz7AZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S_Frwc6pjbs/s72-c/IMG_1101-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-2103698002676872537</id><published>2008-02-28T16:56:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:15.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Baby Cason'/><title type='text'>He has arrived!  February 7, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's true, he's here. But one must begin at the beginning -- well, not THAT beginning. But the beginning of baby's arrival. So... we're off -- driving to the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVPEz7AGI/AAAAAAAAANA/vofl4JUuXgs/s1600-h/IMG_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172196414536220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVPEz7AGI/AAAAAAAAANA/vofl4JUuXgs/s320/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's early morning and we all figure a bite to eat would be a good idea, so M. fills the tank and buys us all breakfast biscuits. This turns out to be A's last meal before Cason arrives -- she got the chicken biscuit -- Yum!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVP0z7AHI/AAAAAAAAANI/uIKCdxYSRNs/s1600-h/IMG_0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172196427421122674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVP0z7AHI/AAAAAAAAANI/uIKCdxYSRNs/s320/IMG_0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many calls had to be made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVQUz7AII/AAAAAAAAANQ/E-8QaCc9G34/s1600-h/IMG_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172196436011057282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVQUz7AII/AAAAAAAAANQ/E-8QaCc9G34/s320/IMG_0828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then we get there, just in time to ... wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVREz7AJI/AAAAAAAAANY/sxXFqdtVT6E/s1600-h/IMG_0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172196448895959186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVREz7AJI/AAAAAAAAANY/sxXFqdtVT6E/s320/IMG_0835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we get a room, it's time for a few laps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVRkz7AKI/AAAAAAAAANg/6gLFx7N5PiY/s1600-h/IMG_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172196457485893794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVRkz7AKI/AAAAAAAAANg/6gLFx7N5PiY/s320/IMG_0840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sign read: Lap 1. We didn't count. Even if we had, I don't think we could have counted the million and one laps we took. It's a good think I had on my tennies!&lt;br /&gt;SO, many hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first nephew, and the first grandchild on my side of the family, arrived! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Cason made his debut at 7:51PM on Thursday, February 7th weighing in at 7 lbs 14 oz and measuring 20 1/2 inches! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dRtEz7ADI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IRFT1KlbuYo/s1600-h/IMG_0867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172192531885785138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dRtEz7ADI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IRFT1KlbuYo/s320/IMG_0867.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172192519000883218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dRsUz7ABI/AAAAAAAAAMY/L__nRhDB6_k/s320/IMG_0872-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172192553360621650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dRuUz7AFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FeMuZgUMe2c/s320/IMG_0854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The happy parents with their healthy baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172199171905224898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dXvkz7AMI/AAAAAAAAANw/6M7tb_qx2TA/s320/IMG_0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I am with the sweet angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dRtkz7AEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QBgicLZmZJc/s1600-h/IMG_0897-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172192540475719746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dRtkz7AEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QBgicLZmZJc/s320/IMG_0897-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very proud papa.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172192523295850530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dRskz7ACI/AAAAAAAAAMg/btliT-H3hLw/s320/IMG_0900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Unfortunately, this outfit swallowed him whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... our blessing, Baby Cason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back in Colorado now and you can bet your bottom dollar that you will be seeing more of the 300+ photos I took during my nearly 3 week stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-2103698002676872537?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2103698002676872537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=2103698002676872537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2103698002676872537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2103698002676872537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/02/posted-by-picasa.html' title='He has arrived!  February 7, 2008'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R8dVPEz7AGI/AAAAAAAAANA/vofl4JUuXgs/s72-c/IMG_0825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-8912612656938147822</id><published>2008-02-03T22:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:16.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6atIY52qnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/J6Q0Dy610BI/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163004382462519922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6atIY52qnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/J6Q0Dy610BI/s400/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are, we believe, the Kissing Camels at Garden of the Gods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm supposed to be packing for my trip to Tennessee, but I just had to throw in a couple photos from our weekend with Sarah. We went to the Garden of the Gods on Saturday and walked around a bit. It was very Brrrrr outside. And even more Brrr when we got to Manitou Springs! And strangely enough, we arrived in Manitou Springs to find the town celebrating and enjoying the annual Carnivale! I wish I had some photos of some of the oddly dressed folks wandering the streets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Instead, here are Sarah and me, and Sarah and G!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arLo52qiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rVAYESEt_tU/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163002239273839138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arLo52qiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rVAYESEt_tU/s320/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arLY52qhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/K_Enx6CMISU/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163002234978871826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arLY52qhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/K_Enx6CMISU/s320/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arLo52qiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rVAYESEt_tU/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arMo52qkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QGRu8ab_bbA/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6axYI52qoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VMTurQKhpOc/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163009051091970690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6axYI52qoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VMTurQKhpOc/s400/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We finished the evening with a fondue dinner at the Mona Lisa -- we had a great brie fondue and a fantastic chocolate (and Gran Marnier) fondue for dessert. I had planned on eating my chocolate twinkie last night, but after the chocolate fondue (and a superb wine), I decided it should wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arM452qlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UTkzVvr9RvU/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163002260748675666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arM452qlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UTkzVvr9RvU/s320/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we rode the train through the Royal Gorge -- really beautiful, although I bet it is even more amazing during the spring or fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arM452qlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UTkzVvr9RvU/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arM452qlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UTkzVvr9RvU/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty smile on Sarah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And tonight Sarah cooked for us! She made a lovely salad with cucumber and avocado and a creamy lime vinaigrette and teh entree was a penne pasta with vodka cream sauce. Oh, and to top it all off, she made (from scratch) amazing chocolate sour cream cupcakes with semi-sweet chips in it and a cream cheese and orange icing.(&lt;em&gt;And I haylped&lt;/em&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;accent intended&lt;/span&gt;). Wow! I should have taken pictures before we devoured the meal. Oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The cupcakes were delicious -- though the altitude may have messed with their rising a bit -- they rose well, but fell. Didn't bother me at all though -- chocolate with more chocolate with cream cheese icing -- can't go wrong with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And before you remind me that I'm supposed to be on WW, not to worry. I have trackers packed and healthy low-fat recipes to make in TN. I'll be back down to goal by the time I get back to Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6ar6452qmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XkWCVgHSWPc/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163003051022658146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6ar6452qmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XkWCVgHSWPc/s400/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6ar6452qmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XkWCVgHSWPc/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arM452qlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UTkzVvr9RvU/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6arM452qlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UTkzVvr9RvU/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6ar6452qmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XkWCVgHSWPc/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6ar6452qmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XkWCVgHSWPc/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6ar6452qmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XkWCVgHSWPc/s1600-h/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-8912612656938147822?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/8912612656938147822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=8912612656938147822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/8912612656938147822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/8912612656938147822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/02/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6atIY52qnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/J6Q0Dy610BI/s72-c/02-03-08+royal+gorge+train+ride+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-581425503732384207</id><published>2008-01-31T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:16.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Godmother</title><content type='html'>Okay, she's not a fairy, and she's not my mother, but once upon a time in a land far, far from here when I lived in a little apartment in Georgia, she visited. You see, I am a messie. Piles o paper, mountains o books, boxes o stuff, collections o this'n'thats -- these are the inhabitants of my home. I am much better now than I was then, but I have to be. You see, I married an even-messier messie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. Once upon a time... in that apartment in Georgia...she visited. My place was a mess and I was overwhelmed -- not knowing where to start or how to finish. So I went to my first job that day, left that, and went to my second job. Upon arriving home, there was a note upon my door that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tonya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I prayed today: Please let Tonya find some release from this stress!! Awesomely enough, He worked through me; however even God can't help that Bedroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;J&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;odi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case stress totally = mess. She cleaned and organized &lt;em&gt;Everything&lt;/em&gt; -- except the bedroom, as you probably guessed. And it was Wonderful! I was overwhelmed with gratitude. But fairy-godmothers don't visit everyday and sometimes they even move far, far away (like MinneSOta). So I had to learn some of my own tricks. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6JRXI52qgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gnjHFPDtYb8/s1600-h/cleaning+lady+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161777580888992258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6JRXI52qgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gnjHFPDtYb8/s320/cleaning+lady+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Wear a tiara -- mine is from my wedding -- when else am I going to wear it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Wear an apron with pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Fill pockets with m&amp;amp;ms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Pour glass of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Wear fun rubber gloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Put on upbeat music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Get to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; If someone rings the doorbell and you decide to answer it, realize that you are wearing a tiara -- whether or not you leave it on to answer the door is up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Keep moving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Let m&amp;amp;ms melt one by one in your mouth -- use the hand that's not scrubbing the toilet to get it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Sip wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Wear an earpiece so that, should you recieve a phone call, you can keep working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Stay away from the computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Sing outloud to the music -- and boogy while you clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish me luck, there's a lot to do before driving to Denver tomorrow to get Miss Sarah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, if you are like me, check out &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/"&gt;FlyLady&lt;/a&gt;, she's quite helpful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-581425503732384207?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/581425503732384207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=581425503732384207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/581425503732384207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/581425503732384207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/fairy-godmother.html' title='Fairy Godmother'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6JRXI52qgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gnjHFPDtYb8/s72-c/cleaning+lady+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-1255555964050169195</id><published>2008-01-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:18.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krispy Kreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winn-Dixie'/><title type='text'>Heaven is a place on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I began this post with a different title:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Get Thee Behind me Krispy Kreme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;OR... The Makings of a Behind. &lt;strong&gt;Mine&lt;/strong&gt;, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I saw this photo-illustration, well, it just about says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161548053541726674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6GAm452qdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gMhT7-hK_C8/s320/krispy+kreme+heaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It's true. I LOVE Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Specifically the chocolate glazed and chocolate glazed creme filled varieties. And that's bad. And I know &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt; how bad it is. You see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to make the doughnuts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not KK doughnuts, but the very same kind of fried, glazed doughnuts. Oh yes. Back in the summer of '94. What can I say, I was trying to earn $$ for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at Pizza Hut in the evenings until about 11:30 or midnight, would go home for a few hours, and then go make the doughnuts at about 3:30 AM. I still love Pizza Hut pizza, too, and believe me, I ate a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of Pizza Hut pizzas back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161418074946447586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6EKZI52qOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/D2VqkZi_NRI/s200/sigPersonalPanPizzaLg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the scoop: I worked at a 24 hour Winn-Dixie on Fury's Ferry Rd. in Augusta, but there weren't many folks around when I came in. So I'd go back to my little corner of the bakery and get to work. The fryer was noisy and I couldn't hear the piped in music, so I'd sing to myself. I'd sing hymns or tunes from Annie, The Wizard of Oz, The Sound of Music, Phantom of the Opera or Nat King Cole --these are the songs for which I knew all the words. Only occasionally did I find I had an audience. One fellow in particular seemed to catch me singing -- he'd come in at about 5:15AM to pick up a dozen or two doughnuts which were scheduled to be put out at 5:25. If I was working, he'd wait and watch me decorate them and chat with me a bit. If the other gal was working he'd go to the end of the aisle where the day-olds were. She was pretty crabby -- and SO not a morning person. Once I caught him peeking around the aisle near the bakery -- he was checking the terrain to see which one of us was working -- too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6GCC452qeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/08rNULvd-uo/s1600-h/Varieties_r1_c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161549634089691618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6GCC452qeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/08rNULvd-uo/s400/Varieties_r1_c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, here are a few little pieces of info. on our friend, the glazed doughnut, and his associates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6F54I52qbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sbshhum8u5s/s1600-h/HolesMainNoPromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161540653313075634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6F54I52qbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sbshhum8u5s/s200/HolesMainNoPromo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6EQW452qVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9z8_CBINmAU/s1600-h/HolesMainNoPromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; There's no such thing as a doughnut hole, although it is true that doughnuts do have holes. To make doughnut holes, one must cut up the uncooked doughnut dough that is preformed into the doughnut shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6F5t452qaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pfoz--eCCMI/s1600-h/smallglazes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161540477219416482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6F5t452qaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pfoz--eCCMI/s200/smallglazes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If one tries to apply the glaze too soon after frying the doughnut, or if one slings the glaze-applying trough too hard, allowing too much glaze to come through, the doughnut will deflate beneath the weight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6F5iI52qZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/McK72Le0c20/s1600-h/shortening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161540275355953554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6F5iI52qZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/McK72Le0c20/s200/shortening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Each doughnut absorbs about, oh, 1/4 cup of 100% vegetable oil shortening -- and that's before the glaze goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Doughnut holes and long doughnut twists are &lt;em&gt;exceptionally&lt;/em&gt; difficult to make, as doughnut products go. Twists are the worst. First of all, they are shaped by hand. They m&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6EPSY52qSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Rkdko6FkZyI/s1600-h/Varieties_r4_c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ust be twisted just the right way or there will be problems in the fryer. As the tray of twists/holes is submerged, the twists/holes float on top of the oil, absorbing it. Once it is a golden brown, one must quickly and expertly flip each and every twist or hole. If one waits too long (or if the twist&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6F6Jo52qcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Cp4M3EcSmaQ/s1600-h/Varieties_r4_c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was top-heavy or side-heavy), they won't stay when they are turned-- &lt;em&gt;they just roll right back over&lt;/em&gt;. If that happens, one must then use one of the long wooden stick-like 'flippers' to turn it over and then hold it there, upside down, to cook the other side. If it is undercooked it will likely deflate when the glaze is applied, and of course, the other side will be overcooked and very tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Knowing all that I know about them, they still taste really good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow! In searching for a photo of a doughnut twist, I found &lt;a href="http://www.donutedvd.com/"&gt;this!&lt;/a&gt; It's a website featuring a 60 second video of doughnut-making and a whole lot more. Just look at them floating in the grease! It's a beautiful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6GDWo52qfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IhnNaKmKye8/s1600-h/KK+doughnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161551072903735794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="113" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6GDWo52qfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IhnNaKmKye8/s200/KK+doughnut.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for those of you who enjoy a good parody, check these out:&lt;br /&gt;To the tune of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amiright.com/parody/misc/traditionalchristmas4.shtml"&gt;O Christ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amiright.com/parody/misc/traditionalchristmas4.shtml"&gt;mas Tree/ O Tannenbaum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amiright.com/parody/80s/nena7.shtml"&gt;99 Red Balloons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/video:98753"&gt;Requiem for a Kreme&lt;/a&gt; -- this last one is a silly video some boys made. Skip the first minute thirty or so, and enjoy the rest. Oh, and don't cry over spilled milk, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-1255555964050169195?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/1255555964050169195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=1255555964050169195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/1255555964050169195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/1255555964050169195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/heaven-is-place-on-earth.html' title='Heaven is a place on Earth'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R6GAm452qdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gMhT7-hK_C8/s72-c/krispy+kreme+heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-4132174503094678724</id><published>2008-01-29T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:18.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Guts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I told you I'd tell you about these, and it's perhaps fitting to have a blog about 'guts' when my hubby was evacuating his quite a bit. I'm glad to say he is doing better and able to keep liquids down since about 4:30ish yesterday afternoon. Some people he works with told him that think he has the 48 hour bug that's been going around, but as I still feel fine, I am guessing that it was indeed our Sunday lunch that did it. I know I might be wrong, but if believing that keeps my mind from allowing my body to get sick (because it works that way, you know... okay, SOMEtimes it works that way) well, I'll just go on believing it. Besides, I simply don't have time to get sick right now for the following reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have too much house-keeping to get done before cousin Sarah gets here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. We have a busy weekend with Sarah planned and I have a feeling I'm going to need my energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I leave Tuesday for Tennessee to stay with my lil' sister and meet my nephew when he makes his debut. Don't want to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sick! That would be very bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it. But I'm not getting sick anyway, so all is well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for elephant guts, here's a photo:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5-gco52qLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rI3VHlaMjL0/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161020111866734770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5-gco52qLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rI3VHlaMjL0/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's something my mom has made for us for years.  I don't know for sure if she 'created' it herself or if it is a recipe that has been handed down over generations (I doubt it).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, it's Bisquick mixed with water dropped by dollops into the deep-fryer and then rolled in cinnamon sugar.  YUMMMM!!  And while they are quite similar to funnel cakes, they are &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; better!  (Doesn't the word 'much' look strange today? Hmmm...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and since I'd mentioned it earlier this week, the company casserole I made Friday (or maybe Thursday) turned out okay.  Not great, but not too bad.  The plain yogurt substitution for sour cream was fine, as were the substitutions of fat free cream cheese and cottage cheese for the full fat versions.  I also used diced tomatoes instead of just tomato sauce -- next time I might go half and half.  The one substitution I was not so impressed with was the ground turkey.  This particular recipe just needs the beef flavor.  Oh, and using whole wheat rotini was good -- I may even like whole wheat pasta better than the regular enriched stuff.  And as for WW Points, it still turned out to be a 7 pointer.  If I'd used ground beef it would have been either a high 7 or a low 8.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if anyone out there has good, &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; WW-friendly recipes that don't rely too much on mushrooms or a lot of green vegetables (the husband will hardly touch them), then please share!  I'll do the same (and I'll post the company casserole recipe when I get back later tonight).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-4132174503094678724?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4132174503094678724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=4132174503094678724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/4132174503094678724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/4132174503094678724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/elephant-guts.html' title='Elephant Guts'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5-gco52qLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rI3VHlaMjL0/s72-c/IMG_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-2878798984962521703</id><published>2008-01-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:40:17.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning -- Ick</title><content type='html'>Just a quick non-post because I was up all night and through today with a sick hubby.  Food poisoning from lunch in Denver we believe (all I had were chips and sour cream -- and thank goodness).  Poor fella is having a rough time.  I'll try to post tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-2878798984962521703?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2878798984962521703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=2878798984962521703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2878798984962521703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2878798984962521703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/food-poisoning-ick.html' title='Food Poisoning -- Ick'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-10194151764309248</id><published>2008-01-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:20.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blind Exit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zuiderdam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sock monkeys'/><title type='text'>Sock Monkey, that funky monkey</title><content type='html'>Well, all the decorations are boxed and stored except one which awaits the load of laundry underway -- hand towels, kitchen towels, holiday pot holders, etc. And we have to lug the tree boxes down, but all the trees are packed (what a chore!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's time to move on to my endless list of to-dos. Tomorrow is a birthday party for the 1 yr. old daughter of friends -- we'll just drop by for a short visit because we then have to drive to Denver to see Scott's band play (&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=13831872"&gt;Blind Exit&lt;/a&gt;). And to exchange Christmas gifts with them. We &lt;em&gt;fully &lt;/em&gt;intended to get together before the holidays, but you know how that goes. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; we were going to stop by on our return trip from Augusta, but our flights got in later than we expected, so... we'll celebrate on January 26th. Nothing wrong with that, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q_Zo52qCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/we6rK01e1T0/s1600-h/cruise+formal+scott+laura+t+and+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159646770304034850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q_Zo52qCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/we6rK01e1T0/s200/cruise+formal+scott+laura+t+and+g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Scott and Laura don't read this blog, I can tell you that we got them the game &lt;a href="http://otb-games.com/showcase/apples.html"&gt;Apples to Apples&lt;/a&gt;. I first heard about it from Carrie and Matt, and based on their raving reviews G and I got it as a part of one of the gifts in the family gift swap (the kind where you all draw a number and the first person chooses whatever gift, then the second can open a new gift or steal person 1s gift, etc). We played it with my family and with G's folks, too, and every time, everyone seemed to really enjoy it. So that's part of their gift. The other part is a really nice wine stopper representing the Ms. Zuiderdam -- the cruise ship upon which we enjoyed a recent voyage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Laura in blue, Scott seated, G in the middle, and me on the right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Below is a photo of the Zuiderdam that G took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q9Lo52p-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/7J7NMDRYLU8/s1600-h/cruise+photos+Oct+07+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159644330762610658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q9Lo52p-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/7J7NMDRYLU8/s200/cruise+photos+Oct+07+056.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q-pI52p_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/oTNvKzhceTg/s1600-h/zuiderdaam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159645937080379378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q-pI52p_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/oTNvKzhceTg/s200/zuiderdaam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Professional photo of Zuiderdam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before the party, and before our trip to Denver, we must make a trip to Target. You see, I have decided to make sock monkeys for Valentine's Day for my nieces Bridget (almost 2), Katlyn (almost 1), nephew Cason (not yet arrived), and maybe little Ava whose birthday party is tomorrow. I made my first sock monkey this past Christmas for Carrie -- he's an interesting looking fellow, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5rESI52qEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qBADK9ca_h4/s1600-h/sock+monkey+for+Carrie+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159652139013154882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5rESI52qEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qBADK9ca_h4/s200/sock+monkey+for+Carrie+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That would be Carrie, sock monkey, and me in front of the Christmas tree in Augusta. He looks a little 'gangsta' if you ask me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q54o52p8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jEpXFqRs-1Q/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159640705810212802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q54o52p8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/jEpXFqRs-1Q/s200/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is the sock monkey I have had since childhood (I am not sure who made him. Hmmm.... may have to ask mom about that). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q5Eo52p7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/75ammYb3-SE/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for the little ones, I thought I'd try something a bit less, well... scary. Like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5rID452qII/AAAAAAAAAFo/afQRrHdy5pk/s1600-h/baby+sock+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656292246530178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5rID452qII/AAAAAAAAAFo/afQRrHdy5pk/s320/baby+sock+monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of nice things about these little fellas is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) they are smaller, therefore requiring less stitching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) they are sweeter, therefore producing fewer scary dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) the socks can be &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; socks, therefore creating more options &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Here's a precious shot of the nieces with the&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5rEu452qFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nZozrC803-M/s1600-h/nieces+and+santa+christmas+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159652632934393938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5rEu452qFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nZozrC803-M/s320/nieces+and+santa+christmas+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ir mommies and Santa watching the choo-choo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that's that. And now I must retire to bed. Tomorrow is a very full day! Next time I'll tell you about Elephant Guts! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for the layout, bear with me. It doesn't look this way in preview mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-10194151764309248?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/10194151764309248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=10194151764309248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/10194151764309248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/10194151764309248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/sock-monkey-that-funky-monkey.html' title='Sock Monkey, that funky monkey'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5q_Zo52qCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/we6rK01e1T0/s72-c/cruise+formal+scott+laura+t+and+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-6171327891479381143</id><published>2008-01-24T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:21.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frozen dead guy'/><title type='text'>Knick-Knack Paddy Whack...</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong to bribe my kitties into another room to keep them from causing my untimely death? Just for an hour or so? Lately Hans has been ignoring me in the evenings -- which is prime lap-time these days. But my lap has been empty quite a bit. Tinka, on the other hand is all over George -- she's such a Daddy's girl! So Hans, who ignores me any time I would like his company, decides it is his job -- nay, DUTY -- to pounce on every piece of tissue paper that is strown about the living room as I un-decorate. This has created a bit of a situation when I am precariously balanced on a step ladder to get down vintage ceramic Santa's only to step back to the ground which, by the way, is moving beneath my feet. Yep. Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kkVo52p2I/AAAAAAAAADY/pais_iYNxvg/s1600-h/cats+scott+bday+and+work+bbq+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159194802305541986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kkVo52p2I/AAAAAAAAADY/pais_iYNxvg/s200/cats+scott+bday+and+work+bbq+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hans &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kkVY52p1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/57O4HgeHlUQ/s1600-h/cats+scott+bday+and+work+bbq+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159194798010574674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kkVY52p1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/57O4HgeHlUQ/s200/cats+scott+bday+and+work+bbq+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tinka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHY does he LICK PLASTIC? I'm serious, folks... does anyone have a clue? Tinka doesn't do this, but E-v-e-r-y plastic bag, carton, insert, etc. is going to be licked by my boy. It drives me nuts! Last night I was reaching for a plastic baggie of sliced apples (closed with a twist-tie, thank heavens) and it was all lickeyed-up. Yuck! Could there be some kind of dietary defieciency that makes plastic so appealing? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so on another note, here are a couple things I am really excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kiQI52pzI/AAAAAAAAADA/DV0OjItLKbQ/s1600-h/autumn+prego+pix+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159192508793005874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kiQI52pzI/AAAAAAAAADA/DV0OjItLKbQ/s200/autumn+prego+pix+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My little sister is preggers. She's due Feb. 17th, but was just put on bed-rest and the doc says she'll very likely deliver early. I get to go to Tennessee February 5th and stay an undetermined length of time to help out while she's in bed prior to the birth of my nephew and then again after she's released from the hospital with the new baby. I am SOOOO excited! It's the first baby on my side of the family -- YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This photo is from a couple of months ago -- she's much bigger now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. G's cousin is coming here Feb 1-5 for a visit. It should be a lot of fun -- she's an amazing woman and we get along exceptionally well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kjJY52p0I/AAAAAAAAADI/tjr8wjvJ-Y4/s1600-h/FDGD_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159193492340516674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kjJY52p0I/AAAAAAAAADI/tjr8wjvJ-Y4/s200/FDGD_2008.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3. Frozen Dead Guy Days. That's right. Frozen Dead Guy Days. It's a festival in Nederland, CO that I am hoping we will attend in March -- it honors a man cryogenically frozen and awaiting re-animation. He is currently residing in a tuff-shed on dry ice. It's an interesting story and the festival includes a coffin race and a polar bear plunge, among other things. Interesting, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nederlandchamber.org/FrozenDeadGuyDays/"&gt;http://www.nederlandchamber.org/FrozenDeadGuyDays/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This website: &lt;a href="http://www.seejanework.com/"&gt;http://www.seejanework.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items I especially love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kmd452p5I/AAAAAAAAADw/lwm4rSauI78/s1600-h/vintage+wire+letter+holder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159197143062718354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kmd452p5I/AAAAAAAAADw/lwm4rSauI78/s200/vintage+wire+letter+holder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vintage file holder &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kmdY52p4I/AAAAAAAAADo/r__L4z8KWus/s1600-h/sushinery+see+jane+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159197134472783746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kmdY52p4I/AAAAAAAAADo/r__L4z8KWus/s200/sushinery+see+jane+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sushinery -- office supplies that look like sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kmdY52p3I/AAAAAAAAADg/oaFPYaaHf7M/s1600-h/see+jane+work+luggage+tags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159197134472783730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kmdY52p3I/AAAAAAAAADg/oaFPYaaHf7M/s200/see+jane+work+luggage+tags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't these luggage tags hysterical!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much fun. Too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it's back to the task at hand. I hope to be finished re-packing all the seasonal items tonight and then Saturday or Sunday maybe the hubby can help me lug 'em to the crawl space and get out all the regular decor that's been temporarily stored down there. Who knows, maybe I really can have the house in good shape by the time Sarah visits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-6171327891479381143?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/6171327891479381143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=6171327891479381143&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/6171327891479381143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/6171327891479381143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/knick-knack-paddy-whack.html' title='Knick-Knack Paddy Whack...'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5kkVo52p2I/AAAAAAAAADY/pais_iYNxvg/s72-c/cats+scott+bday+and+work+bbq+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-5707259640605572580</id><published>2008-01-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:23.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Probably won't keep this up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5eabY52poI/AAAAAAAAABo/uNd42iPdu84/s1600-h/kitchen+came+withthe+house+vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158761693508445826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5eabY52poI/AAAAAAAAABo/uNd42iPdu84/s320/kitchen+came+withthe+house+vintage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I am pretty darn bad at this whole blogging thing. I just have a hard time justifying spending the time doing it when there is so much else to do. For instance, right now I should be taking down some of the umpteen-million Christmas decorations that are, yes, STILL gracing my walls, shelves, trees, etc. I know... talk about procrastination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the deal, I put up a ton! because we were hosting the company Christmas party and I wanted it to be festive. I didn't spend TOO much considering all I got. Most was secondhand -- okay, the reality is, most of it was probably like 3rd 4th or 5th hand because I got a lot of it at the ARC (which is like a Goodwill). A few things were bought on Ebay -- but I got it all on the cheap. Most people toss out these vintage Santa's, but I love'em. Anyway, I didn't even put all the decorations out because I ran out of time and because I only decorated the first floor. But now it looks like we're going to be on the tour of homes next year (Yea!) so I'll have to decorate the 2nd floor, too. SO I need things to be extra-organized as far as the way things are packed up this year so it won't take so long to re-decorate next year. It's a big job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please believe me, though. We are not hoity-toity type folks. I just really enjoy decorating, seasonal or otherwise, with things I love. I am SO not an "out of the catalog" type decorator. My stuff is quirky, odd, cheap, and individual pieces have more than once been called "hideous." But my mom always says I just have a knack for putting the right things together -- I haven't found the right place for this, though. I might have to recover it. Oh, and it cost $2 to get this chair AND this table at an auction in Iowa. See -- cheap! (Okay -- maybe I'll upload the photos of the chair and table next time.  We'll see.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me upload a couple photos so y'all can see what I mean -- then I HAVE to get some of the decorations down. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5ehO452pyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nsXhZPO1Rqs/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158769175341475618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5ehO452pyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nsXhZPO1Rqs/s200/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5eet452ppI/AAAAAAAAABw/nKn15BruAaE/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158766409382536850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5eet452ppI/AAAAAAAAABw/nKn15BruAaE/s200/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5efYY52prI/AAAAAAAAACA/PUTD0teMdeM/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158767139526977202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5efYY52prI/AAAAAAAAACA/PUTD0teMdeM/s200/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5egF452pvI/AAAAAAAAACg/ELljAoP6pR0/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158767921211025138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5egF452pvI/AAAAAAAAACg/ELljAoP6pR0/s200/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5ehNo52pwI/AAAAAAAAACo/oO0o_HRpqOo/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158769153866639106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5ehNo52pwI/AAAAAAAAACo/oO0o_HRpqOo/s200/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5ehOI52pxI/AAAAAAAAACw/jZ0x93Srddw/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158769162456573714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5ehOI52pxI/AAAAAAAAACw/jZ0x93Srddw/s200/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5egEo52ptI/AAAAAAAAACQ/E248wOKxMao/s1600-h/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158767899736188626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5egEo52ptI/AAAAAAAAACQ/E248wOKxMao/s200/t+holiday+decor+from+07+christmas+016.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh -- and the first image -- yeah, it's pretty much true. I don't enjoy cooking. I enjoy even less trying to alter recipes to make them Weight Watchers-friendly. Long grain brown rice Does Not taste as good as fluffy white rice. It doesn't cook the same and it therefore messed up dinner Monday night. Edible, but not yummy. I'm supposed to alter a Company Casserole recipe George likes but I'm afraid. I've Heard you can sub plain yogurt for sour cream and ground turkey for ground beef and whole wheat pasta for normal stuff. But should one make all those substitutions PLUS using reduced fat cottage cheese and cream cheese in one recipe? I'm skeptical. I'd be happy if I could live on Cap'n Crunch for 2 meals a day; evidently that is not considered a healthy diet. Figures -- it's Easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-5707259640605572580?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5707259640605572580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=5707259640605572580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/5707259640605572580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/5707259640605572580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2008/01/probably-wont-keep-this-up.html' title='Probably won&apos;t keep this up...'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5eabY52poI/AAAAAAAAABo/uNd42iPdu84/s72-c/kitchen+came+withthe+house+vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-5027253305393795340</id><published>2007-12-03T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:48:28.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't have to tell me because I already know...</title><content type='html'>I'm terrible at this blogging thing.  Awful.  Totally undisciplined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to blame it on someone or something other than myself -- It IS true that if I get trapped beneath one of my cats I have a terrible time disturbing them to come upstairs to the office to blog.  And as they have to &lt;strong&gt;SIT&lt;/strong&gt; on the keyboard in front of me &lt;strong&gt;every time&lt;/strong&gt; I let them in the study, I find it is best to keep them out while I surf the net, check my email, pay the bills, etc.  And as their little paws are wearing out the carpet below the door from sticking their little toesies under to gain my attention, I often give up and go downstairs and pay them all the attention they think they deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why I want the FlyFusion gizmo.  That way I can stay trapped beneath silly kitties and still manage to blog from the comfort of my leather recliner-sofa in the den.  Later I can upload it and post it -- and given the talents of this gizmo, that means I can also incorporate my doodlings.  Sounds like fun, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby thinks he'll get to use it for making the never-ending lists of to do, to get done, to buy, to return, to be, or not to be.  We'll see.  It's not like using my Flyfusion (still unpurchased, but on the list of 'to buy') will keep him from making umpteen million lists on the umpteen million legal pads we have here there and elsewhere.  Again, we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well the handymen should return any minute with an idea of how much it will cost to repair and replace the front door and storm door.  Can't you see me jumping for joy?  Can't you?  And there he is -- but on the phone, not at the door.  He gave me the figures -- let's just say ouch.  Big ouch!  Much bigger ouch than originally expected.  We thought we were just going to get the storm door installed, but Nooooo... the doorframe is such that it requires purchasing a new front door as well.  And then tearing out stuff and rebuilding stuff and costing a lot.  How I dread telling the husband.  But I dread even more the idea of continuing to live with a storm door nearly falling off and barely closing as we welcome 40-odd guests (40-odd being a representative number, not a descriptor of the kind of people we expect) for the office Christmas party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go prepare myself for this conversation.  Wish me luck folks; wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-5027253305393795340?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/5027253305393795340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=5027253305393795340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/5027253305393795340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/5027253305393795340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-dont-have-to-tell-me-because-i.html' title='You don&apos;t have to tell me because I already know...'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-4033573834905074994</id><published>2007-11-19T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:26:24.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Figs and Thistles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presbyterian College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tri-Sigma'/><title type='text'>It is indeed Monday...</title><content type='html'>It's 1:17AM on Monday, but Monday it is. And here I am finally starting this whole blog thing. It's been a strange week. Nothing overwhelmingly out of the ordinary, but strange nonetheless. Having finally gotten back into the groove of my fairly mundane life after returning from our cruise, I found myself becoming wistful. I was shifting stacks of books from there to here and here to there and came across an old copy of &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Figs and Thistles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;F&amp;amp;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the literary magazine of my alma mater, &lt;a href="http://www.presby.edu/index.html"&gt;Presbyterian College&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not a graduate of PC, I did spend my first years away from home at this beautiful liberal arts college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134481880842269298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R0FYESVIcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XKyl38zpIlY/s320/neville+hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to online resources &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i.e. myspace),&lt;/span&gt; I have been reacquainted with a number of old friends, including another former editor of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;F&amp;amp;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Ted. In 1992, one of Ted's pieces was published in &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&amp;amp;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A Thousand Souls."&lt;/strong&gt; I'll have to see if he'd allow me to include it here. Anyway, I sent him a little message, and wouldn't you know it, mere moments later my phone was ringing. Ah, to hear a Southern accent! We talked for more than an hour -- what a delightful diversion from my list of to-dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get an idea of how rare this is, there is only one other person from PC with whom I have spoken on the phone with during the last -- oh, let's say nine years (maybe more). And the other person lives in Switzerland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was wonderful. &lt;em&gt;Calling to mind the days of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalregister.sc.gov/laurens/S10817730012/pages/S1081773001225.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mayes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my freshman year "dorm" since they ran out of room on campus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;... remembering the rigors of college classes... reminiscing the old romances... &lt;/em&gt;All I can say is thank you, Ted, for that fabulous adventure to the past. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Why haven't I more photos from those years? It really is upsetting).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also looked up the local alumnae association for my old sorority. Mine was not the average sorority experience, but that's a story for another time. Anyway, I looked up the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tri-Sigmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and contacted the president of the Colorado Springs chapter. It seems they are having a get-together on Dec. 8th. It's to be an auction to support the national charity, &lt;a href="http://clubs.marist.edu/sssigma/Philanthropy.htm"&gt;The Robbie Page Memorial Foundation&lt;/a&gt;. So I need to figure out what to offer up for the auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R0FkCCVIcsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VM9ygNoMedI/s1600-h/sigma+coat+of+arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134495036327097026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R0FkCCVIcsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VM9ygNoMedI/s200/sigma+coat+of+arms.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R0FfzyVIcrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kOI5B5s48ps/s1600-h/tri+sigma.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134490393467450034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R0FfzyVIcrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kOI5B5s48ps/s320/tri+sigma.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sigma Sigma Sigma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband--I did mention that I'm married, didn't I? -- well, my husband and I are hosting a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Thanksgiving dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for all the folks on his project who don't have family to spend the holiday with. We invited about 15, but it was a little late to issue an invitation. We had intended to invite folks before we went on the cruise, but due to all kinds of craziness at work, George was unable to get the invitation out until after we returned. Needless to say, a lot of folks had made other arrangements. So as of right now only two people are joining us. There are a couple other potential guests, but not many. I'm not too terribly upset by that fact, though, since I am really not a cook. Actually, I kind of hate cooking. And I can never seem to get things to all be ready at the same time. Nonetheless, we are hosting. And we will have a grand dinner just like my mom always makes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R0FdfSVIcoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p2gmX1VWveY/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134487842256876162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R0FdfSVIcoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p2gmX1VWveY/s320/turkey.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stuffing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;jellied cranberries&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mashed potatoes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green bean casserole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sweet potato souffle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;salad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinner rolls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- oh, what am I forgetting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; making cornbread dressing -- it's much too involved for my skill level. And I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; making cranberry relish -- neither G nor I like it and it makes a TON. But I still think I'm forgetting something. Anyway, I haven't decided on desserts. Our dinner guest tonight &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yep -- I cooked last Monday night, tonight, and I'll cook again Thursday -- Am I on a roll or what?!)&lt;/span&gt; brought 2 pies: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cherry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Peach&lt;/span&gt;. I had made brownies, so we'll have the pies for Thursday. And our T-giving guests may bring something. Maybe Mrs. Smith can provide a pumpkin pie or pecan pie if folks want it. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my week, I guess it doesn't seem that extraordinary. It was absolutely fantastic getting to talk to Ted. I'm excited &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and a bit anxious)&lt;/span&gt; to meet some other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tri-Sigma alumna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The house projects are &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; coming along. AND I met some wonderful ladies at the local Holiday Craft Show yesterday. I hope to keep in touch with them as they seem really fun and very talented, too. And one of the ladies is named &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- I just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a bit text heavy, but it is at least started. We'll see what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-4033573834905074994?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4033573834905074994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=4033573834905074994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/4033573834905074994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/4033573834905074994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-indeed-monday.html' title='It is indeed Monday...'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R0FYESVIcnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XKyl38zpIlY/s72-c/neville+hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594295622828910050.post-2236696264377572000</id><published>2007-11-18T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:10:56.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinations'/><title type='text'>Really, I am.</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; going to start blogging on Monday.  Really, I am.  And I'll upload photos and have Carrie teach me how to insert links and things.  And then maybe I'll even let someone know I've started this silly thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  My deadline.  &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3594295622828910050-2236696264377572000?l=theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/feeds/2236696264377572000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594295622828910050&amp;postID=2236696264377572000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2236696264377572000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594295622828910050/posts/default/2236696264377572000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theorangecoloredsky.blogspot.com/2007/11/really-i-am.html' title='Really, I am.'/><author><name>Tonya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16918210629243916906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_876B6UkgdL4/R5t0jY52qKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GLHHYpfWrqA/S220/t+in+kindergarten.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
