<?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-5241340950677183663</id><updated>2012-02-14T23:18:17.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Acre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6095044015537928024</id><published>2012-02-10T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:56:40.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Surprising Year So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a surprising year so far here at my little Home Acre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just after Christmas I celebrated a milestone birthday......50!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just before Christmas,&lt;a href="http://creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt; this gal&lt;/a&gt;, sweet Sherry, and &lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;this gal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sweet daughter Emily, collaborated to throw the best darn surprise party you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ever did see!! And I was truly surprised.&amp;nbsp; I usually really DON'T have a clue :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJMsH-jWP4/TzU3mgJNiwI/AAAAAAAABRQ/yc1cIQ0TZKI/s1600/2nd+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJMsH-jWP4/TzU3mgJNiwI/AAAAAAAABRQ/yc1cIQ0TZKI/s400/2nd+pic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Truly surprised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***Sorry for the blurry pics.*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2u5ifv4uT4/TzU3s1msVNI/AAAAAAAABRg/Ja3GjOWwIr0/s1600/9th+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2u5ifv4uT4/TzU3s1msVNI/AAAAAAAABRg/Ja3GjOWwIr0/s400/9th+pic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bynnV59gh68/TzU3vYbdmBI/AAAAAAAABRo/91vlwPq9pas/s1600/21+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bynnV59gh68/TzU3vYbdmBI/AAAAAAAABRo/91vlwPq9pas/s400/21+pic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fabulous and delicious food.&amp;nbsp; Sherry is an excellent cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the most wonderful group of friends a gal could ask for.&amp;nbsp; I received so many lovely gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; gift of the evening was the touching and heartfelt toast that Sherry made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am truly&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; blessed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6rbMp2vvgw/TzVJm19AdMI/AAAAAAAABRw/ZGEpjlEIhyw/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6rbMp2vvgw/TzVJm19AdMI/AAAAAAAABRw/ZGEpjlEIhyw/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; second best gift &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;of the evening......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A handmade book (by Sherry, of course), that held beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sentiments from everyone that attended the party (and one or two that didn't).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OjMp1nwef7A/TzVKN6YZmcI/AAAAAAAABR4/NFpmqTIBbp0/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OjMp1nwef7A/TzVKN6YZmcI/AAAAAAAABR4/NFpmqTIBbp0/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never be able to adequately thank....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Sherry for all the work she put into my party....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Emily for helping during such a busy time with her school and work schedule....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; Or all my wonderful pals for the love and good wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I awoke with devout thanksgiving for my friends."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-6095044015537928024?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6095044015537928024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=6095044015537928024&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6095044015537928024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6095044015537928024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2012/02/surprising-year-so-far.html' title='A Surprising Year So Far'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJMsH-jWP4/TzU3mgJNiwI/AAAAAAAABRQ/yc1cIQ0TZKI/s72-c/2nd+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4852885386518718098</id><published>2011-09-25T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:33:20.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day to Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is a good day to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy (my youngest) is 22 years old.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xw3WRwpkRRc/Tn9Syb_3BXI/AAAAAAAABQU/YeJUeph9xu8/s1600/165508_101159176628728_100002039374437_4996_6822400_a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xw3WRwpkRRc/Tn9Syb_3BXI/AAAAAAAABQU/YeJUeph9xu8/s400/165508_101159176628728_100002039374437_4996_6822400_a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I got his cake done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcAvsCcxnL4/Tn9OIBPP-XI/AAAAAAAABQA/vQf6Dv_hOeM/s1600/042.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcAvsCcxnL4/Tn9OIBPP-XI/AAAAAAAABQA/vQf6Dv_hOeM/s640/042.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And while I was at it, I got busy and made chili for the freezer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;along with some grilled chicken for salads this week,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and, why not, a meatloaf for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels good to be in the kitchen today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if we are dining out for the birthday celebration tonight :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do miss those little helpers I used to have.....so now I settle for an attentive audience :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh-yaBcT_D4/Tn9OWptdfEI/AAAAAAAABQE/35SKtp6qadQ/s1600/043.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh-yaBcT_D4/Tn9OWptdfEI/AAAAAAAABQE/35SKtp6qadQ/s640/043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was working away, I let my mind wander as I so often do these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what I have learned in the last several months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like working overtime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter what....never put off til "right before bed" what you can get done earlier.&amp;nbsp; When bedtime comes, so does exhaustion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a gal that likes a straw...and today I'm out.&amp;nbsp; Putting them on the list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have turned into my mom about a lot of things, not least of which is making lists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking and cleaning can wait til tomorrow....when you have little children to rock (so says the popular poem).&amp;nbsp; But when those children are all grown up, it behooves you to keep up on the cleaning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't keep up the cleaning, you look around one day and become mortified.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mortification is not a good feeling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having said all that about the cleaning, it's good to pace yourself. I'm not the marathon cleaner I used to be. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is nothing stronger than the power of prayer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like overtime. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making baby-sized clothing provides instant gratification.&amp;nbsp; These baby hats were fun and fast, and the peach and lavendar will have matching sweaters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcRz4SUg1ls/Tn9Olf5lyTI/AAAAAAAABQI/HzXd6ooqFP4/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcRz4SUg1ls/Tn9Olf5lyTI/AAAAAAAABQI/HzXd6ooqFP4/s640/045.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Bpz5Y1YAx0/Tn9O0NIkHdI/AAAAAAAABQM/GUzEcCnGWU4/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Bpz5Y1YAx0/Tn9O0NIkHdI/AAAAAAAABQM/GUzEcCnGWU4/s640/046.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aDuxBo-xi7c/Tn9PAPE_-hI/AAAAAAAABQQ/JdfnJPwP9gI/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aDuxBo-xi7c/Tn9PAPE_-hI/AAAAAAAABQQ/JdfnJPwP9gI/s640/047.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xw3WRwpkRRc/Tn9Syb_3BXI/AAAAAAAABQU/YeJUeph9xu8/s1600/165508_101159176628728_100002039374437_4996_6822400_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally, I have learned that life goes on, no matter how sad, lonely, stressed, worried, or tired you are.&amp;nbsp; So you may as well say your prayers, have a cup of tea and make the best of every day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And don't work so much overtime. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-4852885386518718098?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4852885386518718098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4852885386518718098&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4852885386518718098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4852885386518718098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-day-to-blog.html' title='A Good Day to Blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xw3WRwpkRRc/Tn9Syb_3BXI/AAAAAAAABQU/YeJUeph9xu8/s72-c/165508_101159176628728_100002039374437_4996_6822400_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8693768663667361887</id><published>2011-07-29T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:10:50.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>North By Northeast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week's vacation and the need to escape the 100+ degree heat...two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good reasons to head north and then back northeast in our great state of Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glen and I are back from a few days of R &amp;amp; R in Petoskey, one of the prettiest places in Michigan.&amp;nbsp; Even though we have both lived here all our lives, neither of us has been.&amp;nbsp; So....why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First stop....the beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgEH1YS6ZQU/TjM-Al9VbUI/AAAAAAAABPI/A62o0-cjo9w/s1600/IMG_2908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgEH1YS6ZQU/TjM-Al9VbUI/AAAAAAAABPI/A62o0-cjo9w/s640/IMG_2908.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cooler temps and lovely scenery were a dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a waterfall to enjoy..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft25znGjwfI/TjM-bFN5dOI/AAAAAAAABPM/zNDsHP8Ie3o/s1600/IMG_2928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ft25znGjwfI/TjM-bFN5dOI/AAAAAAAABPM/zNDsHP8Ie3o/s640/IMG_2928.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hUBEq6xEqM/TjM-x870H_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/jySv45hj1Lw/s1600/IMG_2936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hUBEq6xEqM/TjM-x870H_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/jySv45hj1Lw/s640/IMG_2936.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a beautiful sunset over Lake Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also made stops in Gaylord (who knew it was such a sweet town?), which boasts a fabulous Ben Franklin Crafts, super cute quilt shop, and a knit shop with the friendliest owner this side of the Mississippi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we ventured out early one Saturday morning to a local county fair.&lt;br /&gt;There were dogs....patiently waiting their turn in the "ring" for the 4H youth obedience trial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mC1545gFy1o/TjNDvqVz8vI/AAAAAAAABPU/piBiNAdj-l0/s1600/IMG_2865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mC1545gFy1o/TjNDvqVz8vI/AAAAAAAABPU/piBiNAdj-l0/s640/IMG_2865.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This little corgi is paying attention to his handler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e95k0dMRaM8/TjND7lKy1TI/AAAAAAAABPY/KWIEJEBrUh8/s1600/IMG_2860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e95k0dMRaM8/TjND7lKy1TI/AAAAAAAABPY/KWIEJEBrUh8/s640/IMG_2860.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The little sheltie seen here was a beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZlqEHYZWlo/TjNEEdOE9PI/AAAAAAAABPc/qABzv4zBtNs/s1600/IMG_2864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZlqEHYZWlo/TjNEEdOE9PI/AAAAAAAABPc/qABzv4zBtNs/s640/IMG_2864.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new baby lamb had my attention, along with....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IDiaruPYJS0/TjNESN3f9yI/AAAAAAAABPg/PedPCR9fXA8/s1600/IMG_2873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IDiaruPYJS0/TjNESN3f9yI/AAAAAAAABPg/PedPCR9fXA8/s640/IMG_2873.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;....this day-old calf, and......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BP537cMtBAQ/TjNEdUUO8kI/AAAAAAAABPk/Kxd45OHm2Fs/s1600/IMG_2876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BP537cMtBAQ/TjNEdUUO8kI/AAAAAAAABPk/Kxd45OHm2Fs/s640/IMG_2876.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some baby ducks....tooooo sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9I-snpE2_0/TjNElvO0E1I/AAAAAAAABPo/kv7eA1Oe6JU/s1600/IMG_2878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9I-snpE2_0/TjNElvO0E1I/AAAAAAAABPo/kv7eA1Oe6JU/s640/IMG_2878.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hubby was thrilled to check out this steam-powered tractor from yesteryear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yacM8HxMoJg/TjNEux5asYI/AAAAAAAABPs/2BahgvAsc-o/s1600/IMG_2882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yacM8HxMoJg/TjNEux5asYI/AAAAAAAABPs/2BahgvAsc-o/s640/IMG_2882.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a nice morning.&amp;nbsp; By the way, did you know there is such a thing as a "deep fried Snickers bar?" That just sounds gross, even for a sweetaholic like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My needles have not been idle the last weeks.&amp;nbsp; New socks have been started.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4I8waWmHWw8/TjNKDumiLRI/AAAAAAAABPw/XZXhiBeKhcE/s1600/IMG_2969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4I8waWmHWw8/TjNKDumiLRI/AAAAAAAABPw/XZXhiBeKhcE/s640/IMG_2969.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...first time I'm using Koigu yarn.&amp;nbsp; I'm loving it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ARh6nFR0cik/TjNKKzOUsYI/AAAAAAAABP0/Yu9C-mHcgzg/s1600/IMG_2971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ARh6nFR0cik/TjNKKzOUsYI/AAAAAAAABP0/Yu9C-mHcgzg/s640/IMG_2971.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I made some new pillowcases with a quick crochet trim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the "sad news" department: Glen's sister, Theresa, passed away early in June. She had lymphoma, but we weren't expecting to lose her.&amp;nbsp; And then in late June, my beloved Auntie Frances quietly joined my mom...they were such close buddies their whole lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I guess that explains part of my absence from here.&amp;nbsp; The other reason is, I am now working FULL time these days.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how you gals do it that have kept a full-time schedule for years.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't it put such a cramp in your &lt;strike&gt;crafting&lt;/strike&gt; extracurricular schedule?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out my girl's&lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't stopped by in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That gal's got&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; flair&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-8693768663667361887?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8693768663667361887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8693768663667361887&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8693768663667361887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8693768663667361887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2011/07/north-by-northeast.html' title='North By Northeast'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgEH1YS6ZQU/TjM-Al9VbUI/AAAAAAAABPI/A62o0-cjo9w/s72-c/IMG_2908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-331729128179963695</id><published>2011-03-27T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:01:04.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FG3fZa_b0uo/TY-PTIzPCBI/AAAAAAAABOg/wBUnlXkHRNg/s1600/BB26-02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="56" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FG3fZa_b0uo/TY-PTIzPCBI/AAAAAAAABOg/wBUnlXkHRNg/s640/BB26-02.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get "back in the saddle," here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the Home Acre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was away, needlework has been very therapeutic for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pink booties for a baby shower.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8KAnrsKWwM/TY-NiAqIdYI/AAAAAAAABOU/fBd3IQR7sY8/s1600/IMG_2769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8KAnrsKWwM/TY-NiAqIdYI/AAAAAAAABOU/fBd3IQR7sY8/s400/IMG_2769.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Black booties for my cousin Janet, who will gift them to a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnuC45eBMPg/TY-NsJxIzfI/AAAAAAAABOY/lIy9_DMz7NE/s1600/IMG_2780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnuC45eBMPg/TY-NsJxIzfI/AAAAAAAABOY/lIy9_DMz7NE/s400/IMG_2780.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sweet book will also go to the baby shower.&amp;nbsp; I just love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter and his friends. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Miss-Potter-Ren%C3%A9e-Zellweger/dp/B000N4SHOE/ref=sr_1_4?s=dvd&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1301253054&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the movie for you if you're a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beatrix Potter fan, like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9uKPldvsGc/TY-PJABuPvI/AAAAAAAABOc/Q1XnyR17sOQ/s1600/IMG_2776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9uKPldvsGc/TY-PJABuPvI/AAAAAAAABOc/Q1XnyR17sOQ/s320/IMG_2776.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also while I was away, I tagged along with the hubby to Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XS7aHzV0UA/TY-QiS6-vYI/AAAAAAAABOk/jeC7eFPi0yM/s1600/IMG_2052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XS7aHzV0UA/TY-QiS6-vYI/AAAAAAAABOk/jeC7eFPi0yM/s640/IMG_2052.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mountains are so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brace yourselves, but I attempted to make a short snippet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;video of our drive into Park City, Utah where the Sundance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Film Festival is held. A videographer I am NOT.&lt;br /&gt;The background music was from the iPod....it unintentionally added to&lt;br /&gt;my movie.&amp;nbsp; Or detracts from it, depending on your taste in music, I guess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/cUexxb4CrNA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUexxb4CrNA?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUexxb4CrNA?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring cannot come quickly enough for me. I can't wait to get outside.&lt;br /&gt;There may be some other changes around the 'Acre......I'll keep you "posted."&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm going back to work on my UFOs while watching&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Masterpiece-Classic-Downton-Original-Unedited/dp/B0047H7QD6/ref=sr_1_1?s=dvd&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1301255801&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm positively hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-331729128179963695?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/331729128179963695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=331729128179963695&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/331729128179963695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/331729128179963695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2011/03/trying-to-get-back-in-saddle-here-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FG3fZa_b0uo/TY-PTIzPCBI/AAAAAAAABOg/wBUnlXkHRNg/s72-c/BB26-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-2702069941130139953</id><published>2010-12-04T11:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:10:35.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last post about my mom's passing has been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter says it can only be seen using Google Reader, and suggested that I re-post the announcement.  My heart isn't in it today, so I think this little blurb will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone that sent a heartfelt comment after the lost post was published.  Your kind words were good medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post again in the near future, and will no doubt mention my beloved mom frequently here.  For now, I persevere to move ahead.  I'm not doing very well yet, but I'm praying for strength and peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TPpvM5-GhQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ViBWTolVUs4/s1600/IMG00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TPpvM5-GhQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ViBWTolVUs4/s320/IMG00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546868158570595586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....Mama, I miss you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-2702069941130139953?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2702069941130139953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2702069941130139953&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2702069941130139953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2702069941130139953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-post.html' title='Missing Post'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TPpvM5-GhQI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ViBWTolVUs4/s72-c/IMG00119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5874221559535973228</id><published>2010-11-17T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:18:34.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictureless Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to stop by here....oh, how I've missed my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week's stay in the hospital, my mom comes home tomorrow on hospice.&lt;br /&gt;I am weary, sad and nervous....but ever so glad to have my mom come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a wreck, so I plan to spend the next few days straightening up&lt;br /&gt;and so forth.  I'll keep you "posted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Many thanks to my girl.....she gave me quite the pep talk tonight.&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna make a great mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TJzz5LuNNWI/AAAAAAAABLo/wClTGr6TsmY/s400/FA31-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520555406974072162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fri.vol.i.ty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Definition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The trait of being frivolous;&lt;br /&gt;not serious or sensible in content,&lt;br /&gt;attitude or behavior;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I indulged in some frivolity recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TJzvWDqn9vI/AAAAAAAABLg/Cbc5kjHLYZ4/s1600/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TJzvWDqn9vI/AAAAAAAABLg/Cbc5kjHLYZ4/s400/IMG_1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520550405469632242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could a bowl and whisk be frivolous, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the pricetag on these items, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Completely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a beautiful "kitchen store."  I had in mind to find a small 'batter bowl'&lt;br /&gt;with a handle to use for pancake batter and such.  I also really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; needed&lt;/span&gt; a whisk&lt;br /&gt;made especially for non-stick cookware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I picked out these two items...they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;......and when I saw the prices&lt;br /&gt;I put them right back on the shelf.  It was a shame, really, I thought. How often do I walk into a store and find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what I wanted?  The thought of making another trip to another store, the possibility of that store not having these things, etc. had me spinning....so I broke tradition and splurged.  I'm lovin' em, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, some more silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familycorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandra&lt;/a&gt; posted this little meme, so I thought it would be fun to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1.  What is your biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Selfish people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. If you could live anywhere where would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scotland, the home of my ancestors, because it so beautiful.....and they have lots of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sheep&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;knitting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3.  Have you ever been searched by the cops? (LOL inquiring minds want to know).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No.......but the day's not over :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4.  What is the one thing on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, one of the main things on my mind right now is....I'd like to spend some time with the hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5.  Favorite song right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Free" by the Zac Brown Band......and so many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A beautiful singing voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Diet Coke, followed closely by hot tea w/ honey and lemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  In one word, how would you describe yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And finally............&lt;br /&gt;I asked the good Lord to help me find some answers about my mom, and once&lt;br /&gt;again, He came through for me.&lt;br /&gt;After much (and I do mean MUCH) thinking and praying,&lt;br /&gt;I have hired a part-time caregiver for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;She will be here when I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to fall into place.....&lt;br /&gt;a recommendation from a trusted friend;&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful woman looking for a part-time job;&lt;br /&gt;and a feeling of peace (with the decision) for Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TJz2MUpLgOI/AAAAAAAABL4/O98mxA79RR4/s1600/FA21-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TJz2MUpLgOI/AAAAAAAABL4/O98mxA79RR4/s200/FA21-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520557934809678050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks, it will be opened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Luke 11:9-10~&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/5241340950677183663-2360028462704716712?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2360028462704716712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2360028462704716712&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2360028462704716712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2360028462704716712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/09/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and You Shall Receive'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TJzz5LuNNWI/AAAAAAAABLo/wClTGr6TsmY/s72-c/FA31-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8196327297778637451</id><published>2010-08-30T15:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:17:49.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a nice surprise waiting for me today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vintage-Notions-Inspirational-Needlework-Cooking/dp/0982627009/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1283197324&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Amy Barickman's Vintage Notions&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember where I heard about this book, but when I did,&lt;br /&gt;I moseyed over to Amazon and placed an order.  I had a little wait until the release date, and once it rolled around, my book was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THwFMqqyzbI/AAAAAAAABKg/Q3lClh_LjiM/s1600/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THwFMqqyzbI/AAAAAAAABKg/Q3lClh_LjiM/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511285759164992946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't had a chance to sit and peruse it thoroughly yet, but just look at the inside cover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THwKodzVPcI/AAAAAAAABKo/gcXZL6C8Aa4/s1600/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THwKodzVPcI/AAAAAAAABKo/gcXZL6C8Aa4/s400/IMG_1947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511291734305619394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to love it....there's so many wonderful things in this book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love sewing, homemaking and anything vintage, this book is for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxweLMyrTI/AAAAAAAABKw/W1kEapts-ks/s1600/IMG_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxweLMyrTI/AAAAAAAABKw/W1kEapts-ks/s400/IMG_1948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511403707699473714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are stories, recipes, and some good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxwwuPeAcI/AAAAAAAABK4/NR8ghEhM3fA/s1600/IMG_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxwwuPeAcI/AAAAAAAABK4/NR8ghEhM3fA/s400/IMG_1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511404026343588290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And who couldn't use a "thimbleful of youthfulness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxxKFjHpYI/AAAAAAAABLA/ycbvaz0jOFg/s1600/IMG_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxxKFjHpYI/AAAAAAAABLA/ycbvaz0jOFg/s400/IMG_1950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511404462096754050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a "weight watcher" you may have gotten the&lt;br /&gt;recipe for the muffins made with a cake mix and one can of pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here in Michigan, we are experiencing a shortage of canned pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;So at the grocery store the other day, I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; idea. Ok..........a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty good&lt;/span&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the similarities between pumpkin pie and sweet potatoe pie and Voila.........I picked up a few sweet potatoes.....cooked them up and mashed them to make the muffins.  They were delicious, and I couldn't really tell any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxyqoTznlI/AAAAAAAABLI/q_Y6GI-BWDM/s1600/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxyqoTznlI/AAAAAAAABLI/q_Y6GI-BWDM/s400/IMG_1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511406120695209554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this little sweetie says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet potato pie&lt;/span&gt;?.......&lt;br /&gt;.......I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxy07BohMI/AAAAAAAABLQ/14VS08-1Y74/s1600/IMG_1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THxy07BohMI/AAAAAAAABLQ/14VS08-1Y74/s400/IMG_1957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511406297517950146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-8196327297778637451?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8196327297778637451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8196327297778637451&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8196327297778637451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8196327297778637451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/08/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/THwFMqqyzbI/AAAAAAAABKg/Q3lClh_LjiM/s72-c/IMG_1946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-643507343885559717</id><published>2010-08-20T19:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:50:03.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are My Ducks In A Row?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TG8R7AIoQvI/AAAAAAAABKI/uRy02fAVmEo/s1600/BB02-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TG8R7AIoQvI/AAAAAAAABKI/uRy02fAVmEo/s400/BB02-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507640574643553010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;I only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; of having all my ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cleaning out my craft stuff...&lt;br /&gt;and any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;stuff I get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplifying is hard work....there's tough decisions to be made.&lt;br /&gt;What to keep, what to put in the garage sale....&lt;br /&gt;will I miss this or that?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; finish &lt;/span&gt;this or that?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I tell myself, I must finish something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a glimpse of the first project I plan to pick up and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TG8fg3cBbcI/AAAAAAAABKQ/a2Fowtz1iWA/s1600/IMG_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TG8fg3cBbcI/AAAAAAAABKQ/a2Fowtz1iWA/s400/IMG_1916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507655518795165122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A baby blanket done in entrelac.  This is my virgin entrelac project, started about two years ago. It's been so long since I worked on it, I can't remember if I found it difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a pretty productive day, which really perks me up.&lt;br /&gt;I worked for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and made sure all was well here and then....&lt;br /&gt;Headed to get groceries (we were almost Mother Hubbard conditions here)&lt;br /&gt;Came home, put it away.....&lt;br /&gt;Cooked chicken and dumplings for some of us, and....&lt;br /&gt;chicken salad for the rest (yep, we got some picky people here).&lt;br /&gt;The chicken and dumplings came out pretty good, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I went down to get the baby blanket out of the stash and decided to....&lt;br /&gt;Hem a top I recently got on clearance and just needed shortening....&lt;br /&gt;Then, I worked on a summer dress that's been sitting down there for, oh, a couple of years...&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I came back up here to tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TG8iCaDgDOI/AAAAAAAABKY/ISS7bt4OlEY/s1600/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TG8iCaDgDOI/AAAAAAAABKY/ISS7bt4OlEY/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507658294046493922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-643507343885559717?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/643507343885559717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=643507343885559717&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/643507343885559717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/643507343885559717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-my-ducks-in-row.html' title='Are My Ducks In A Row?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TG8R7AIoQvI/AAAAAAAABKI/uRy02fAVmEo/s72-c/BB02-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4336207941434325407</id><published>2010-08-13T21:22:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:03:20.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGX4UChFVZI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-hT2zts9NEA/s1600/MUS34-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGX4UChFVZI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-hT2zts9NEA/s400/MUS34-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505079142687004050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good eve to all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing schedules and my mom's condition&lt;br /&gt;dictate that my "off hours" are pretty much keeping me at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a gal that likes to gad, so it's an ongoing adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to keep my chin up, I did some baking today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGXyG-MmZtI/AAAAAAAABJA/0mWD74tcJv0/s1600/IMG_1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGXyG-MmZtI/AAAAAAAABJA/0mWD74tcJv0/s400/IMG_1912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505072321119282898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These bars are super sweet and very chewy!&lt;br /&gt;Give them a try and let me know if you like 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paula Deen's Gooey Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake:&lt;br /&gt;1 yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling:&lt;br /&gt;1  8 oz. package cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 16 oz. box powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Combine cake mix, egg and butter and mix well with electric mixer.  Pat mixture into the bottom of a lightly greased 9 x 13 pan.  Prepare filling: beat cream cheese til smooth; add eggs, vanilla, butter and beat together.  Next, add powered sugar and mix well. Spread over cake batter and bake 40-50 minutes, until not quite set (hence the gooey part). **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I let the filling get golden brown and set. If you want your filling to ooze a little, bake less time and not quite so golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;I need to revisit the little baby shoes I made.....just for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;A friend at work needed a little something to take&lt;br /&gt;to her cousin's new baby girl. I offered up a pair of the shoes&lt;br /&gt;and my friend thought they would fit her needs to a "t."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I happened onto some little baby socks&lt;br /&gt;I had stashed in the sewing room.&lt;br /&gt;So, with a little rayon crochet thread and some of that extra time,&lt;br /&gt;the booties were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGXzrMc2z6I/AAAAAAAABJI/SD-tUrX2CBc/s1600/IMG_1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGXzrMc2z6I/AAAAAAAABJI/SD-tUrX2CBc/s400/IMG_1909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505074042932481954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope Baby Isabella likes them as much as my friend Barb did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGX0Gj_D4uI/AAAAAAAABJQ/YIuOEsGRiXk/s1600/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGX0Gj_D4uI/AAAAAAAABJQ/YIuOEsGRiXk/s400/IMG_1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505074513106428642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I read back over my post, a hint of&lt;br /&gt;self-pity could be detected.&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I sound a little martyr-ish (that's not even a word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither one makes me very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I'm still counting my blessings....of&lt;br /&gt;which there are too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, so I don't sink too far in the doldrums,&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading off to change my stuff into my new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verabradley.com/product/Color/Slate-Blooms/Hipster/1001054/defaultColor/Slate%20Blooms/pc/639/p/1001054/pageSize/20/sc/752/c/0/currentIndex/0.uts"&gt;"hipster."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a perfectly lovely weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-4336207941434325407?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4336207941434325407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4336207941434325407&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4336207941434325407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4336207941434325407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/08/around-house.html' title='Around the House'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TGX4UChFVZI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-hT2zts9NEA/s72-c/MUS34-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5646404855509376644</id><published>2010-07-10T10:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:34:48.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Birdie Told Me.....And A Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TDiCx6kz3hI/AAAAAAAABI4/JVGoD1FutYQ/s1600/BB14-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TDiCx6kz3hI/AAAAAAAABI4/JVGoD1FutYQ/s200/BB14-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492283539627171346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day, in near 100 degree heat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was getting reading to head home from a trip&lt;br /&gt;to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I closed the car door,&lt;br /&gt;this little sweetie landed on my windshield wiper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TDiBVWp0kII/AAAAAAAABIg/Ax5H0QMBIqY/s1600/IMG_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TDiBVWp0kII/AAAAAAAABIg/Ax5H0QMBIqY/s400/IMG_1905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492281949436547202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He sat there and talked and talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if he was trying to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;I love birds, so I didn't hurry to leave....and honestly,&lt;br /&gt;I was contented to just sit alone for a minute and watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His chatter was delightful and almost non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;He looked like a baby, and I began to wonder&lt;br /&gt;if he was lost or hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After (no exaggeration here) about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had to get going. I thought once I moved the&lt;br /&gt;car he'd fly away.  Well, I slowly backed out of my space,&lt;br /&gt;then headed forward to leave.......and still he&lt;br /&gt;sat there. I asked an elderly man if he could gently&lt;br /&gt;get him off. He did.......and the little guy&lt;br /&gt;flew to the back windshield wiper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the man was able to coax the&lt;br /&gt;little bird off the car.&lt;br /&gt;Some story, huh?&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; true&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a moment to thank&lt;br /&gt;all of you who leave such encouraging comments&lt;br /&gt;about taking care of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TDiB7QyEdpI/AAAAAAAABIo/_MmiiSzQfU0/s1600/IMG00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TDiB7QyEdpI/AAAAAAAABIo/_MmiiSzQfU0/s320/IMG00067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492282600695559826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To tell you the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I am not always patient enough with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;The physical work of taking care of her&lt;br /&gt;never gets me down. I really don't mind it!&lt;br /&gt;The thing that is so hard on me is&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; being tied down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, this is why I pray for patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just felt the need to&lt;br /&gt;let you all know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And we urge you, brothers, warn those who are idle,&lt;br /&gt;encourage the timid, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;help the weak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;be patient with everyone&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Thessalonians 5:14&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/5241340950677183663-5646404855509376644?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5646404855509376644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5646404855509376644&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5646404855509376644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5646404855509376644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-birdie-told-meand-confession.html' title='A Little Birdie Told Me.....And A Confession'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TDiCx6kz3hI/AAAAAAAABI4/JVGoD1FutYQ/s72-c/BB14-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-2574013295220541623</id><published>2010-07-01T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:36:50.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Liberty is not a means to a higher political end....&lt;br /&gt;it is itself the highest political end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Lord Acton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyc4wASqFI/AAAAAAAABHI/uqc_Yi0WtyY/s1600/victorian+flag+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyc4wASqFI/AAAAAAAABHI/uqc_Yi0WtyY/s400/victorian+flag+lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488934544630523986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe it's already July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, this year is flying by for me.&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day is one of my favorite&lt;br /&gt;days to celebrate.....we are so blessed to&lt;br /&gt;be living in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life continues at the 'Acre.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's physical health is still stable,&lt;br /&gt;but the dementia increases some each week.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's some highlights from the 'Acre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt; made this lovely garden art for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyaurg0SII/AAAAAAAABHA/bB3sguByvNQ/s1600/Garden+Art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyaurg0SII/AAAAAAAABHA/bB3sguByvNQ/s400/Garden+Art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488932172602820738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Originally Sherry made it with a pole  to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anchor in the ground for the garden. I thought it too pretty for&lt;br /&gt;outside, so she made it "table art" instead.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been some good times in the sewing room with&lt;br /&gt;my girl lately. I was her right-hand man as she stitched up&lt;br /&gt;some pj's made from a vintage pattern and a thrifted bed sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyhJtohJoI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4uPBHZMt9NU/s1600/IMG_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyhJtohJoI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4uPBHZMt9NU/s400/IMG_2249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488939234098226818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They came out adorable!&lt;br /&gt;I did a little fun sewing for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCylsa2LYaI/AAAAAAAABHY/YKQCDVObW5w/s1600/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCylsa2LYaI/AAAAAAAABHY/YKQCDVObW5w/s400/IMG_1900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488944228397179298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pattern for this clothespin bag can be found in Mandy Shaw's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Quilt-Yourself-Gorgeous-Mandy-Shaw/dp/0715328301/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_1"&gt;Quilt Yourself Gorgeous&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stop at the dollar store was fun....I found these buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyoTz7n4HI/AAAAAAAABHg/IygydlpmKeM/s1600/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyoTz7n4HI/AAAAAAAABHg/IygydlpmKeM/s400/IMG_1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488947104169058418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two of the packs have 10 buttons in them!&lt;br /&gt;My favorites are the bigger white ones, they&lt;br /&gt;are real pretty.  I didn't&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; need &lt;/span&gt;to add to my button&lt;br /&gt;collection, but finding these is sure inexpensive therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyohPr9hPI/AAAAAAAABHo/7P7MHEWRGCE/s1600/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyohPr9hPI/AAAAAAAABHo/7P7MHEWRGCE/s400/IMG_1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488947334957860082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are finally a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; few&lt;/span&gt; flowers around here.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of time and being down in the dumps&lt;br /&gt;almost meant no flowers this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few makes such a difference.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyr5sgsObI/AAAAAAAABIA/9uwXDMrf9ac/s1600/mom+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyzsIn2c7I/AAAAAAAABIQ/ZZXixQiYLIk/s1600/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyzsIn2c7I/AAAAAAAABIQ/ZZXixQiYLIk/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488959616668038066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCy0COsGIXI/AAAAAAAABIY/GAMGGV8w3SU/s1600/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCy0COsGIXI/AAAAAAAABIY/GAMGGV8w3SU/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488959996253577586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the latest.....&lt;br /&gt;So, as we look forward to July 4th,&lt;br /&gt;my prayers will continue&lt;br /&gt;for our country and her leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCytHOA5eWI/AAAAAAAABII/BYc9Xyh37Xc/s1600/fourth-of-july-american-flags-patriotic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCytHOA5eWI/AAAAAAAABII/BYc9Xyh37Xc/s320/fourth-of-july-american-flags-patriotic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488952385390344546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hope for everyone else is a safe&lt;br /&gt;and Happy Independence Day!&lt;br /&gt;May we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; always &lt;/span&gt;enjoy our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prayer List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherry........to receive good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheryl and Mike.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karen........God's  healing hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;patience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-2574013295220541623?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2574013295220541623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2574013295220541623&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2574013295220541623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2574013295220541623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/07/liberty-is-not-means-to-higher.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TCyc4wASqFI/AAAAAAAABHI/uqc_Yi0WtyY/s72-c/victorian+flag+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6703772606342912493</id><published>2010-06-07T15:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:26:26.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit........Of Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1g1flB6QI/AAAAAAAABG4/8imsMxYb5O8/s1600/BB46-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1g1flB6QI/AAAAAAAABG4/8imsMxYb5O8/s200/BB46-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480142793705908482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, there's been a little bit of progress&lt;br /&gt;here the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What used to take days now takes weeks, but&lt;br /&gt;you won't hear me complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a startled gasp from my sewing machine,&lt;br /&gt;but she soon recovered enough to welcome me "home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sewed up one of the two nighties I cut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1V_R-fPzI/AAAAAAAABGA/_sdE80J-OpU/s1600/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1V_R-fPzI/AAAAAAAABGA/_sdE80J-OpU/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480130867225378610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have used this pattern since I was first married.&lt;br /&gt;The other nightie is about 1/3 done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the "bootie bug" from&lt;a href="http://majorknitter.typepad.com/major_knitter/"&gt; Jennifer &lt;/a&gt;and found the pattern&lt;br /&gt;for these little shoes on &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/sources/hook-candy-crochet-patterns"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ravelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1XJxvtAII/AAAAAAAABGI/VjtHHKIgT5s/s1600/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1XJxvtAII/AAAAAAAABGI/VjtHHKIgT5s/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480132147063619714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked a crochet pattern.......needed a "quick" fix.&lt;br /&gt;These sweeties fit the bill,  each pair only took a little&lt;br /&gt;over an hour to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1X5eQf5KI/AAAAAAAABGQ/yKHuvKpR-vk/s1600/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1X5eQf5KI/AAAAAAAABGQ/yKHuvKpR-vk/s400/IMG_1880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480132966466184354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**Warning**&lt;br /&gt;Bragging about the kids ahead........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter.....the COLLEGE graduate......has received&lt;br /&gt;an offer to teach at the University while&lt;br /&gt;studying for her Master's Degree!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you, Honey xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son........the college junior.......interviewed&lt;br /&gt;and won an internship with a&lt;br /&gt;German-based company here in Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;It was stiff competition......congratulations, Kiddo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a praying person, please&lt;br /&gt;add &lt;a href="http://karengitter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; to your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, who is this little dog, and&lt;br /&gt;what does she think she's doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1a4h9KoxI/AAAAAAAABGY/DE_Y5hX12E8/s1600/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1a4h9KoxI/AAAAAAAABGY/DE_Y5hX12E8/s400/IMG_1878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480136248813855506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I need to rest now......cause I &lt;s&gt;play&lt;/s&gt; work so hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1c-SiYyGI/AAAAAAAABGw/YV5UHF0Slq0/s1600/BB39-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1c-SiYyGI/AAAAAAAABGw/YV5UHF0Slq0/s400/BB39-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480138546777475170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Conspicuously absent from the Ten Commandments is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any obligation of  parent to child.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We must suppose that God felt it unnecessary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to  command by law what He had ensured by love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Robert Brault&lt;/span&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/5241340950677183663-6703772606342912493?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6703772606342912493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=6703772606342912493&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6703772606342912493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6703772606342912493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/06/hhm-by-jasnicmommy-on-flickr.html' title='A Little Bit........Of Progress'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TA1g1flB6QI/AAAAAAAABG4/8imsMxYb5O8/s72-c/BB46-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5358905264426720911</id><published>2010-05-27T15:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:20:32.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_7RfyNnIWI/AAAAAAAABFw/29doGXRt1Tg/s1600/vintage+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_7PUyViwDI/AAAAAAAABFg/WsCxhooZHJI/s1600/IMG00077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_7PUyViwDI/AAAAAAAABFg/WsCxhooZHJI/s400/IMG00077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476042152945565746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These roses are a beautiful thing to see on the way in&lt;br /&gt;and out the door of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lovelies have been&lt;br /&gt;greeting me all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to get crackin'&lt;br /&gt;around here. I was going to take&lt;br /&gt;a picture of the weeds in my flower beds,&lt;br /&gt;but it is just too shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off the "paying" job now until&lt;br /&gt;next Wednesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have a long list and&lt;br /&gt;high hopes to tackle some&lt;br /&gt;projects around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely weekend.......&lt;br /&gt;........and thank you to all our Servicemen and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_7Rx1acb2I/AAAAAAAABF4/Px-u-_s8uA4/s1600/zebra+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_7Rx1acb2I/AAAAAAAABF4/Px-u-_s8uA4/s400/zebra+flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476044851010891618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank my God every time I remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Philippians 1:3&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/5241340950677183663-5358905264426720911?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5358905264426720911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5358905264426720911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5358905264426720911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5358905264426720911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-roses.html' title='Memorial Day Roses'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_7PUyViwDI/AAAAAAAABFg/WsCxhooZHJI/s72-c/IMG00077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-2265164646495861818</id><published>2010-05-25T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:20:20.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss and Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_wtcWgaNmI/AAAAAAAABFY/MK2KJRB5Fvs/s1600/FN54-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_wtcWgaNmI/AAAAAAAABFY/MK2KJRB5Fvs/s320/FN54-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475301212076783202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all....how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is about the same, so I'm starting a little&lt;br /&gt;something new here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of prayer is so strong, and I know so&lt;br /&gt;many who need to be lifted in prayer,&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a little weekly&lt;br /&gt;prayer opportunity here at the 'Acre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no rules....let's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;eep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;imple&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;weetie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of someone that could use&lt;br /&gt;some extra prayers, leave a comment with&lt;br /&gt;their first name and what we should pray for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep them on my prayer list and&lt;br /&gt;readers, you do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, please pray for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sherry&lt;/span&gt;-Divine Guidance and Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;-Good Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Margaret&lt;/span&gt;-Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheryl and Mike&lt;/span&gt;-Wisdom and Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michele&lt;/span&gt;-Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;-Patience and Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-2265164646495861818?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2265164646495861818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2265164646495861818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2265164646495861818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2265164646495861818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/05/kiss-and-pray.html' title='Kiss and Pray'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S_wtcWgaNmI/AAAAAAAABFY/MK2KJRB5Fvs/s72-c/FN54-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-1700157343255110655</id><published>2010-04-24T20:38:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:03:51.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I don't have much in the way of news these days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought I'd touch on a several things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just a little bit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to.....&lt;br /&gt;* Make some new nightgowns&lt;br /&gt;I have the fabric and an oldie but goodie pattern&lt;br /&gt;* I found the cutest hat pattern at the last $.99 Joann sale&lt;br /&gt;It's either too late or very early for this hat.....so my timing is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OY2NwNeNI/AAAAAAAABEw/l5lgc22MrXw/s1600/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OY2NwNeNI/AAAAAAAABEw/l5lgc22MrXw/s400/IMG_1841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463878830102771922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the waffley texture of this dishcloth....more are in my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OZGZzpbZI/AAAAAAAABE4/4bA2TwW8bLw/s1600/IMG_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OZGZzpbZI/AAAAAAAABE4/4bA2TwW8bLw/s400/IMG_1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463879108216319378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little doily began as a lark during a five-minute break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OZZ_27xbI/AAAAAAAABFA/bFb5MDr7Qmc/s1600/IMG_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OZZ_27xbI/AAAAAAAABFA/bFb5MDr7Qmc/s320/IMG_1844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463879444848166322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little bit of progress......&lt;br /&gt;* Cleaned out one flower bed and planted two&lt;br /&gt;perennials (coral bells)&lt;br /&gt;* Organized my bookcase....it still looks a mess&lt;br /&gt;but it's an orderly mess (oxymoron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OZuNQgItI/AAAAAAAABFI/7p0h_cqvLyM/s1600/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OZuNQgItI/AAAAAAAABFI/7p0h_cqvLyM/s320/IMG_1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463879792042451666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Purged my stationary supplies, cleaned out&lt;br /&gt;the desk and sent two bags of stuff to my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OZ_WOHN9I/AAAAAAAABFQ/JqqZghVQJ6g/s1600/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OZ_WOHN9I/AAAAAAAABFQ/JqqZghVQJ6g/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463880086506125266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And....I tried a new recipe. It's super easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWEET AND SALTINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can find the recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://fullbellies.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-and-saltines.html"&gt; here,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at Sandra's food blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the first time I've made this recipe,&lt;br /&gt;although I've tasted it before.&lt;br /&gt;I made one change and used graham crackers instead&lt;br /&gt;of saltines. I like it both ways, but my family&lt;br /&gt;LOVED it and said to use&lt;br /&gt;grahams all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my thankfulness today&lt;br /&gt;is for the hubby, once again.&lt;br /&gt;Here's why.....&lt;br /&gt;Every night he takes my mom her medicine.&lt;br /&gt;And just about every night the conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: "Mom, I have your medicine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh, I already took my medicine, Glennie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: "No, not yet. Here it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Did you ask Amy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen: "Yep, Amy said to give you this medicine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh, okay Glennie.  Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OQdP_36XI/AAAAAAAABEo/L2N2M2RBfTo/s1600/IMG00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OQdP_36XI/AAAAAAAABEo/L2N2M2RBfTo/s320/IMG00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463869605115586930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pure sweetness........:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-1700157343255110655?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1700157343255110655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=1700157343255110655&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1700157343255110655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1700157343255110655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit.html' title='A Little Bit'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S9OY2NwNeNI/AAAAAAAABEw/l5lgc22MrXw/s72-c/IMG_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-1400070225306274183</id><published>2010-04-09T10:38:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:03:53.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Follies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not too many "follies" here at the 'Acre....just a lot&lt;br /&gt;of the same stuff from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few exciting things, and&lt;br /&gt;I think my friend, &lt;a href="http://sincerelysusiehomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie&lt;/a&gt;, had a great idea after coming back&lt;br /&gt;from a blog break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susie wrote a list of 100 things that&lt;br /&gt;had kept her busy while she was away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't come up with 100, so here's just a few, along&lt;br /&gt;with some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Big project at work...when&lt;br /&gt;I was done it was a major "WHEW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Caring for Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Celebrating Mom's 90th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S78-21d9PmI/AAAAAAAABEI/EkSNNMnpfso/s1600/IMG_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S78-21d9PmI/AAAAAAAABEI/EkSNNMnpfso/s200/IMG_1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150385182916194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;My oldest brother &amp;amp; friend with Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Trying to keep the laundry up......I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the process but not the piles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Working on organizing my house&lt;br /&gt;and Mom's (going to take a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Fund raising at work....meaningful&lt;br /&gt;but so time-consuming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Taxes (need I say more?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Getting ready for my girl to&lt;br /&gt;graduate from college (she's my hero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S79Bbi1hZZI/AAAAAAAABEQ/sNixHBPAp3o/s1600/Emily+in+Fur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S79Bbi1hZZI/AAAAAAAABEQ/sNixHBPAp3o/s200/Emily+in+Fur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458153214859896210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Mom to doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S79B2Q2n82I/AAAAAAAABEY/5ZXCExcHQkk/s1600/Blackberry+Pictures+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S79B2Q2n82I/AAAAAAAABEY/5ZXCExcHQkk/s200/Blackberry+Pictures+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458153673889149794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mom's first doctor visit as a 90-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;10.  Attending a few estate sales and vintage shows with Emily&lt;br /&gt;(Mom is wearing a vest from one in above picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the highlights, anyway.  I really miss&lt;br /&gt;this little place when I'm gone for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep up with all of you....and I think of you so often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work for me.  It's my "day off" today....with&lt;br /&gt;a long list of at-home chores.....which I wouldn't trade for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I "roam," my heart remains at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S79LPG7IVMI/AAAAAAAABEg/8eXanxQ5NRM/s1600/FN40-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 62px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S79LPG7IVMI/AAAAAAAABEg/8eXanxQ5NRM/s320/FN40-010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458163996325074114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-1400070225306274183?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1400070225306274183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=1400070225306274183&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1400070225306274183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1400070225306274183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-follies.html' title='Friday Follies'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S78-21d9PmI/AAAAAAAABEI/EkSNNMnpfso/s72-c/IMG_1753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6941997090853867275</id><published>2010-02-13T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T08:16:46.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suffering Ends, The Pain Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little mom passed away Thanksgiving evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss her so.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TPEEJja1M5I/AAAAAAAABMI/8fQe_8ezXLY/s1600/IMG00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TPEEJja1M5I/AAAAAAAABMI/8fQe_8ezXLY/s320/IMG00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544217178442904466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the doctor's on November 4th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, Mom.&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/5241340950677183663-6941997090853867275?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6941997090853867275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=6941997090853867275&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6941997090853867275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6941997090853867275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/02/suffering-ends-pain-begins.html' title='The Suffering Ends, The Pain Begins'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/TPEEJja1M5I/AAAAAAAABMI/8fQe_8ezXLY/s72-c/IMG00119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8927396501028026488</id><published>2010-02-13T11:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:34:10.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sweet Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eBGz9T4vI/AAAAAAAABC8/NjAqxIepqPU/s1600-h/RI26-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eBGz9T4vI/AAAAAAAABC8/NjAqxIepqPU/s400/RI26-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437957029099725554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hubby is kind, soft-spoken, supportive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweet and affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;But, like lots of men, he doesn't like to shop, and can&lt;br /&gt;be a little, well, you know,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to picking out gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there have been a few&lt;br /&gt;surprises&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; lo &lt;/span&gt;these many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About twenty years ago, when Glen traveled&lt;br /&gt;all the time for work, he had to be gone&lt;br /&gt;on Valentine's Day.  I had recently&lt;br /&gt;lost a favorite pen that I had for years.&lt;br /&gt;So, hubby surprised me with a new, lovely pen.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the sweetest memories I have of Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those long years of work travel,&lt;br /&gt;the hubby became quite inventive.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a beautiful music box he made&lt;br /&gt;for me......in his hotel room late at night.&lt;br /&gt;We had a good laugh wondering what the other&lt;br /&gt;guests thought was going on when they heard the power tools singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eAwvGymeI/AAAAAAAABC0/vHLnCo3wC28/s1600-h/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eAwvGymeI/AAAAAAAABC0/vHLnCo3wC28/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437956649840187874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; are my all-time favorite shape for just about anything,&lt;br /&gt;but especially jewelry.  The heart locket on the left&lt;br /&gt;was a birthday gift from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;The ruby red on the right was a little treat&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I found at a vintage and antiques show last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eBofxFo8I/AAAAAAAABDE/pND4atdRj8I/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eBofxFo8I/AAAAAAAABDE/pND4atdRj8I/s320/IMG_1697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437957607795303362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been enjoying some embroidery&lt;br /&gt;lately....sweet napkins for spring.&lt;br /&gt;Once this part is done, I plan to crochet&lt;br /&gt;a pretty lace edging....I can&lt;br /&gt;hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eDQXgumQI/AAAAAAAABDM/7EhZnjaFTc0/s1600-h/IMG_1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eDQXgumQI/AAAAAAAABDM/7EhZnjaFTc0/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437959392285595906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We haven't planned anything too romantic for Valentine's Day....but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;Romance can happen in the most unusual places when you are with your &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;May you find a moment of peace.....&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of happiness.....and&lt;br /&gt;A little romance this Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"...the reason my heart's beating is for you......and you alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Vince Gill~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eJ5eZF8xI/AAAAAAAABDU/_PFfiyK4CTM/s1600-h/RI37-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eJ5eZF8xI/AAAAAAAABDU/_PFfiyK4CTM/s200/RI37-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437966695577023250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-8927396501028026488?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8927396501028026488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8927396501028026488&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8927396501028026488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8927396501028026488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-sweet-valentine.html' title='Sweet Sweet Valentine'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S3eBGz9T4vI/AAAAAAAABC8/NjAqxIepqPU/s72-c/RI26-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4662532435547043204</id><published>2010-01-31T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:48:38.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Short Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a cold night........inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is back in the hospital.  I took her in on Thursday, but hope to&lt;br /&gt;bring her home early this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she just wants to come home to&lt;br /&gt;"her little room."&lt;br /&gt;Me too Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S2ZADsm1OII/AAAAAAAABCs/VC7mTdHCbMk/s1600-h/IMG00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S2ZADsm1OII/AAAAAAAABCs/VC7mTdHCbMk/s400/IMG00055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433100432726898818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Taken a few weeks ago, at the doctor's office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for the beautiful comments....they help more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed for now.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-4662532435547043204?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4662532435547043204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4662532435547043204&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4662532435547043204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4662532435547043204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-short-post.html' title='Sunday Short Post'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S2ZADsm1OII/AAAAAAAABCs/VC7mTdHCbMk/s72-c/IMG00055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4809686978894261379</id><published>2010-01-26T23:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:49:38.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S1_Fu0nhMJI/AAAAAAAABCk/6bPHvFciKmw/s1600-h/FA21-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S1_Fu0nhMJI/AAAAAAAABCk/6bPHvFciKmw/s200/FA21-006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431277083821158546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been away caring for my mom, who has returned home again after another hospital stay.&lt;br /&gt;She is healing, but ever fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blurry pic of a "Peanut Butter Dream Pop." Emily helped me make 50 of these for a charity bake sale. They sold in record time : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S1_EMCgzmTI/AAAAAAAABCc/Y6cR-D7tocc/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S1_EMCgzmTI/AAAAAAAABCc/Y6cR-D7tocc/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431275386744052018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than a few stolen moments making candy........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days lately are filled with work and dreams......laughing and crying.......praying and hoping,&lt;br /&gt;planning and sleeping.........sometimes all in one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any craft news other than I started to embroider some napkins.  I tinker with my socks, but only occasionally, since they are my "take along" project and, well, I haven't been going anywhere lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next big goal is to get some paperwork in order, both ours and my mom's. I love to organize, it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting started&lt;/span&gt; I'm having trouble with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting with my mom in the hospital, I did some scripture reading in the book of John, and read again about the last days of Jesus' life. When I think of all He went through, my struggles don't seem so overwhelming.  His faith and strength are carrying me through, especially as I suffer with these infernal allergies.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, some days I feel like I've been hit by a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of that.  What with my mom and all, I've had &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt; on my mind lately.  Check out this lovely song.......I heard it for the first time on our local Christian radio station, and it really got me. I don't know this woman's whole story,&lt;br /&gt;but Lisa Bevill wrote and sings this beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rua0MGxFW0k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rua0MGxFW0k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until we meet again, I'll be praying the "prayer that never fails," (quoting Father Tim from Mitford), which is "Thy will be done."&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-4809686978894261379?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4809686978894261379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4809686978894261379&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4809686978894261379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4809686978894261379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/01/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S1_Fu0nhMJI/AAAAAAAABCk/6bPHvFciKmw/s72-c/FA21-006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-2606473414420333368</id><published>2010-01-03T09:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:51:04.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Recipe...But No Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S0CpolFVfJI/AAAAAAAABCM/hz36svPiu0w/s1600-h/MUS13-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S0CpolFVfJI/AAAAAAAABCM/hz36svPiu0w/s400/MUS13-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422520465968430226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's another beautiful sunny Sunday morning here in Michigan....but it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weatherman is calling it Arctic.  I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;So many gals out there posted about 2009 in review. You know, I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I usually keep looking&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and find I spend little time looking back.  We had so many happy moments and blessings last year to be sure.  When those wonderful memories surface, I will enjoy each one of them.....but I don't plan to revisit last year in any detail.  How about you....do you spend much time looking back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I put all the Christmas things away and did some cleaning....which always feels good to get done. I have a long to-do list (as usual) for all the organizing I must do around here and at my mom's house. If I think too long on it, agitation sets in.  So, best to just tackle one job at a time.....that way I can keep crossing items &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off the list&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm always on the lookout for a quick yet hearty recipe, I want to share this one with you.  My friend, Ann, made this for a small group of us recently and it was delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gang really liked it too....a little like Italian Wedding Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb ground sausage (like Bob Evans or Jimmy Dean)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cheese tortellini&lt;br /&gt;2 14 oz cans chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, chopped fine&lt;br /&gt;1 14 oz can diced tomatoes w/basil&lt;br /&gt;2 ribs fresh garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped spinach&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped basil&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;salt &amp;amp; pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown sausage, add garlic, onion, basil and spinach and cook until tender. Meanwhile, cook tortellini al dente &amp;amp; drain. Add stock, water and tomatoes to tortellini; add sausage mixture and season to taste. Serve with parmesan cheese sprinkled on top. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all to report from the 'Acre today.  I'm off to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all safe and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-2606473414420333368?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2606473414420333368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2606473414420333368&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2606473414420333368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2606473414420333368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/01/recipebut-no-year-in-review.html' title='A Recipe...But No Year in Review'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/S0CpolFVfJI/AAAAAAAABCM/hz36svPiu0w/s72-c/MUS13-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8279756480573555258</id><published>2010-01-01T22:12:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:24:39.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year and Another Year Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz66OfOsSqI/AAAAAAAABAc/2YmwxJZE1H0/s1600-h/FA21-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz66OfOsSqI/AAAAAAAABAc/2YmwxJZE1H0/s200/FA21-006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421975759464712866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is, another new year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for the new year, but want to recap one little thing from the old one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday, I celebrated another birthday. What a nice day I had!  Although I worked all day, and was downright pooped when I got home, it was a truly lovely day...and here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chauffeured to work and dropped at the door by Timothy&lt;br /&gt;I was treated to a lovely lunch "out"&lt;br /&gt;It was a wicked busy day......which means the day absolutely "flew" by&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was picked up by the hubster and driven directly home......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I discovered.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family had baked me a **pink** cake (no picture :( )&lt;br /&gt;There were birthday gifts with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; name on them&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was in a festive mood :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my mom showered and ready.......the whole gang headed out to a favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate.  When we got home, I blew out a candle, had a bite of cake and opened these beautiful gifts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz68zOGdyPI/AAAAAAAABAk/UmYmMlE6VLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz68zOGdyPI/AAAAAAAABAk/UmYmMlE6VLQ/s400/IMG_1639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421978589545220338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vintage teacup.....with **pink** flowers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz69EDhpjmI/AAAAAAAABAs/pzrWrA9cahk/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz69EDhpjmI/AAAAAAAABAs/pzrWrA9cahk/s400/IMG_1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421978878764224098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Vera Bradley lunch bag.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz69V_X48iI/AAAAAAAABA0/E7GTny4e0Rk/s1600-h/IMG_1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz69V_X48iI/AAAAAAAABA0/E7GTny4e0Rk/s400/IMG_1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421979186887193122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....and a vintage cameo pendant/brooch, all from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not shown, a new waffle iron from my mom.  The gift from my hubby is yet to arrive....we plan to get some new furnishings later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my last post, my wonderful friend Nancy had me feeling like a princess this year. Have you ever received a gift that couldn't have been more "you?" Well, that is what happened this year.  Nancy surprised me with.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6_ZbBGMNI/AAAAAAAABBU/k8W39GXgrRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6_ZbBGMNI/AAAAAAAABBU/k8W39GXgrRQ/s400/IMG_1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981444870648018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beautiful box filled with some sweet surprises......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6-91PBlyI/AAAAAAAABA8/UbITDIfkPME/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6-91PBlyI/AAAAAAAABA8/UbITDIfkPME/s400/IMG_1579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421980970872051490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A handmade purse.  Now, you gals know how I love purses......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6_JvFGINI/AAAAAAAABBE/VMQ44_HTka0/s1600-h/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6_JvFGINI/AAAAAAAABBE/VMQ44_HTka0/s400/IMG_1577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981175378223314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gift set from Clinique.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6_QbDlsqI/AAAAAAAABBM/9gyTGXbDNfs/s1600-h/IMG_1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6_QbDlsqI/AAAAAAAABBM/9gyTGXbDNfs/s400/IMG_1576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981290262278818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filled with a few little treasures........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6_m37jL4I/AAAAAAAABBc/FojdKycvUBk/s1600-h/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz6_m37jL4I/AAAAAAAABBc/FojdKycvUBk/s400/IMG_1647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981675970310018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This fabulous box.  It has real buttons set into a shell-like finish. I haven't decided what to keep inside....for now I have my crochet hooks in there.  I just love looking at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy also gave me a copy of "The Shack," and a new lipstick.  I finished the book quickly, and have passed it on to another.  I'm spoiled.......and loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year certainly ended on a high note for me.......and I won't even say it wasn't a good year.  So many blessings came our way......along with a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumps&lt;/span&gt;.  I am just so grateful that we are surviving the bumps and moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New for this year is to keep a thankfulness journal.  I'm going to list one thing that I am grateful for every day, starting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you are happy, contented and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz7Iv1GKtBI/AAAAAAAABBk/zLyaJFSuFMU/s1600-h/FA49-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz7Iv1GKtBI/AAAAAAAABBk/zLyaJFSuFMU/s200/FA49-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421991725433009170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Where there is  love, there is God also." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;~ Leo Tolstoy ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-8279756480573555258?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8279756480573555258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8279756480573555258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8279756480573555258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8279756480573555258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-and-another-year-older.html' title='A New Year and Another Year Older'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sz66OfOsSqI/AAAAAAAABAc/2YmwxJZE1H0/s72-c/FA21-006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4709849189351830413</id><published>2009-12-25T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:48:50.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry, Quiet Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzWGLaCVUlI/AAAAAAAAA_c/xVAniLZKcwg/s1600-h/FA43-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzWGLaCVUlI/AAAAAAAAA_c/xVAniLZKcwg/s200/FA43-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419385257136050770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Merry Christmas, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night and today have been lovely, quiet days around here.  Maybe quiet isn't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; quite&lt;/span&gt; the right word....at least for me. I have been working like a beaver, but enjoying it thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Mom all ready to head out for Christmas Eve candlelight service.  She looked super in her new coat and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzV-Hjvww5I/AAAAAAAAA_E/E5Ks-knmk40/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzV-Hjvww5I/AAAAAAAAA_E/E5Ks-knmk40/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419376394930013074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we came back here for our "traditional" brunch.  I usually make a breakfast strada and coffee cake with fresh fruit.  The casserole bakes while we open our gifts. This year was the usual routine......without the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't be doing any entertaining this year......I'll miss it. I so enjoy having people over.  The hubby doesn't enjoy it like I do.  We often have the in-laws over right after Christmas, but this year he wanted to have a more restful holiday......maybe I can talk him into something for new year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple pics of the scarf I whipped up for the work gift exchange. It's a slip stitch pattern that I've worked before.......it's fun and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzV9OyEE4EI/AAAAAAAAA-s/raqBizz5sJI/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzV9OyEE4EI/AAAAAAAAA-s/raqBizz5sJI/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419375419520770114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzV9gM3bYtI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Gw30US_RNnM/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzV9gM3bYtI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Gw30US_RNnM/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419375718773252818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Barb.......my "secret Santa" pick.  She's a great gal and really loved her gift.  Her favorite color is purple......can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzV9uVi342I/AAAAAAAAA-8/8hjOfpPUNCU/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzV9uVi342I/AAAAAAAAA-8/8hjOfpPUNCU/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419375961621128034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all the rush lately, I got out Timmy's vest to work on.  His exact words when he saw it were, "that has sleeves, right?"  "'Cause I really want a sweater." Well, I was having a problem with the pattern, so I decided to tink back to the rib and make him a sweater instead.  Hopefully he can wear this before he graduates from college ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to start some embroidery work.  I purchased eight cotton dinner napkins at Target (four white and four ivory), and want to embroider on them and crochet around the edge.  I'll keep it simple since I'd like to have them done for spring....and at the rate I've been going, that's wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I go.  Have any of you read &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Shack&lt;/span&gt;?  I received it with part of an early birthday gift and couldn't put it down.  I'd love to know what you thought of it.  All I can say is that I enjoyed the story very much, but felt it was not theologically accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post I'll show a couple of the sweet birthday gifts from my beloved friend, Nancy. She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met.  Until then, I hope you all feel the love God has sent to us in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzWFPQMJu9I/AAAAAAAAA_U/mZsrbN5GVMQ/s1600-h/FA22-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzWFPQMJu9I/AAAAAAAAA_U/mZsrbN5GVMQ/s400/FA22-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419384223700728786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, because he has come and has redeemed his people..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke 1:68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5241340950677183663-4709849189351830413?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4709849189351830413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4709849189351830413&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4709849189351830413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4709849189351830413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-quiet-christmas.html' title='A Merry, Quiet Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzWGLaCVUlI/AAAAAAAAA_c/xVAniLZKcwg/s72-c/FA43-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-1993447517100170222</id><published>2009-12-13T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:18:51.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition and Subtraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SxWSVXpLcBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WXj-b--BZ-E/s1600/CS39-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SxWSVXpLcBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WXj-b--BZ-E/s200/CS39-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410391423177158674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The past year has been a series of pluses and minuses for me....lot's of addition and subtraction.  I had to subtract a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few &lt;/span&gt;things from my life.....but have a lot of happy additions.  Here's one....the "birthday girl."  Pumpkin is one year old today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWxFdRf7eI/AAAAAAAAA9s/OsJ61tjj3JQ/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWxFdRf7eI/AAAAAAAAA9s/OsJ61tjj3JQ/s400/IMG_1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414928834298375650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course the biggest addition is having my mom here full time. Every day brings a new little something with it........be it a concern, a surprise or some sort of challenge.  Some folks may consider that a "minus," but I think it's been a plus for all of us.  I'm thankful for the help of my family, and for the strength God has given me to meet this most humbling responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone had asked me five years ago what I thought my life would be like today, my description would be vastly different. Knowing my children would be in college and pursuing their own dreams, I figured I would pursue some of my own. I had geared up to go back to college myself......looked forward to spending more time with the hubby, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my days see me working more at my "professional" job, and working so much harder at my "home" job.    Every once in a while, though, we take some time for fun.  Yesterday Emily and I dressed Mom all up and took her to the mall.  She bought a new fur (faux) coat, hat, gloves,  and purse. She had a good time, and afterward we met the guys for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWyBXCa4JI/AAAAAAAAA90/k9ZkWWpZuTw/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWyBXCa4JI/AAAAAAAAA90/k9ZkWWpZuTw/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414929863416668306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily and Gram stop to window shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWyULKIUhI/AAAAAAAAA98/gf4ZlQ4nLww/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWyULKIUhI/AAAAAAAAA98/gf4ZlQ4nLww/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414930186645295634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom is having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWyqSWiRcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ORTjGtkU5E4/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWyqSWiRcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ORTjGtkU5E4/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414930566533498306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out to dinner and getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much needlework getting done. I continue work on Timothy's vest and just finished knitting this hat for a friend at work.....I drew her name for Christmas. My friend loves purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyW1LUM0SuI/AAAAAAAAA-U/F7S4TkshxPM/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyW1LUM0SuI/AAAAAAAAA-U/F7S4TkshxPM/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414933332988545762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this handy dandy little pom pon maker a couple of years ago, and I really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWzbPWd04I/AAAAAAAAA-M/6jyYN35ZE7I/s1600-h/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyWzbPWd04I/AAAAAAAAA-M/6jyYN35ZE7I/s400/IMG_1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414931407541490562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love making "bobbles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyW1U29NdtI/AAAAAAAAA-c/1KY_9qnDKOo/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyW1U29NdtI/AAAAAAAAA-c/1KY_9qnDKOo/s400/IMG_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414933496937150162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our house is ready for Christmas...but I am not.  I have only picked up a couple of things for the stockings.  No baking has been done, and I have only partially planned our menu.  I won't be taking any time off between now and the new year, so I'll somehow squeeze everything in. I suppose a lot of little things will be let go.....a far cry from all the years I was a full-time homemaker.  I dream of being home again full time......until then, I'll remember all my blessings, including my job in this difficult economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ring off for now......with thanks to all my friends who have left comments while I was away to remind me of your lovely thoughts. I am so blessed to have you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to endeavor to post again before Santa comes......until then, keep warm and let me know of all your doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyW7L58DSwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/gfggf-1UKkI/s1600-h/CS47-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SyW7L58DSwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/gfggf-1UKkI/s200/CS47-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414939940188539650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"You will keep in perfect peace, him whose mind is steadfast..."  Isaiah 26:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-1993447517100170222?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1993447517100170222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=1993447517100170222&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1993447517100170222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1993447517100170222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/12/addition-and-subtraction.html' title='Addition and Subtraction'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SxWSVXpLcBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WXj-b--BZ-E/s72-c/CS39-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-2539878684783913873</id><published>2009-10-10T09:46:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:14:04.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCR4pxPNtI/AAAAAAAAA7k/CCUUppeubD8/s1600-h/sun.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCR4pxPNtI/AAAAAAAAA7k/CCUUppeubD8/s200/sun.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390969156433557202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"A ray of sunshine, a balmy breeze&lt;br /&gt;Are a gift from God above...&lt;br /&gt;He also gives us faithful friends&lt;br /&gt;To warm our hearts with love.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful, sunny weekend here in Michigan...a nice change since we have been getting a lot of rain and colder temps.  I've missed my little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to thank all of you for your sincere and lovely comments after my last post. Every word was a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; balm &lt;/span&gt;to me.  Things are perking along here at the 'Acre. My hubby,  a sweet and sensitive guy, has had a rough couple of weeks. For now he is doing some contract work....not his dream but a blessing all the same because he needs to stay busy and it sure helps financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to catch up on a few other bits........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned last time about our anniversary. It was such a treat to get away overnight. We drove down to Ohio for the Country Living Fair. They have a vast assortment of crafts people selling their wares.......set on the grounds of a little historic village. We had a warm day and a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCeRchrHWI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2Ot1FtZ14Pw/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCeRchrHWI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2Ot1FtZ14Pw/s400/IMG_1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390982776514878818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCloW1vr7I/AAAAAAAAA70/hLwXt8MHBhQ/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCloW1vr7I/AAAAAAAAA70/hLwXt8MHBhQ/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390990866706837426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCmb8x7FoI/AAAAAAAAA78/WrVuRtllRk8/s1600-h/IMG_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCmb8x7FoI/AAAAAAAAA78/WrVuRtllRk8/s400/IMG_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390991753064683138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCm17t6PkI/AAAAAAAAA8E/X1ogkhFPkMw/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCm17t6PkI/AAAAAAAAA8E/X1ogkhFPkMw/s400/IMG_1437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390992199456013890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someday I want to make a quilt like this...I like applique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I finished one sock and have started on the other. Also continuing the work on Timothy's sweater vest.  No sewing lately and only a little crochet. I'm still hooked on making the little &lt;a href="http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-work.html"&gt;motifs&lt;/a&gt;.....they are perfect for filling short snippets of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across these sweet little fall plates and pumpkins. I love pretty dishes but have only a small collection. These will be fun to set the table with each autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StJUwKJApmI/AAAAAAAAA8M/oEQUWtZlZWY/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StJUwKJApmI/AAAAAAAAA8M/oEQUWtZlZWY/s400/IMG_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391464890248504930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StJU8hahv7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/GfikoPGBt8A/s1600-h/IMG_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StJU8hahv7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/GfikoPGBt8A/s400/IMG_1472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391465102654422962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the little deer.&lt;br /&gt;And....since it's autumn.......here's my favorite pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StJWO2vU3gI/AAAAAAAAA8c/_4jAwQH7bN8/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StJWO2vU3gI/AAAAAAAAA8c/_4jAwQH7bN8/s400/IMG_1475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391466517128076802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pumpkin says, "not another picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hope you are enjoying my favorite season....I'm off to enjoy a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-2539878684783913873?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2539878684783913873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2539878684783913873&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2539878684783913873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2539878684783913873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunshine-sunday.html' title='Sunshine Sunday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/StCR4pxPNtI/AAAAAAAAA7k/CCUUppeubD8/s72-c/sun.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5251960202180049663</id><published>2009-09-22T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:05:31.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I hoped to blog about my wonderful anniversary weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, just a short note to ask for your prayers. My husband became unemployed today...and my heart aches for him. Even though we expected this, it is devastating nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little beside myself as well, but hopefully I'll be back very soon with a happier post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amy&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/5241340950677183663-5251960202180049663?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5251960202180049663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5251960202180049663&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5251960202180049663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5251960202180049663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4336344655672714240</id><published>2009-09-13T22:20:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:03:11.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Cake and Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~Jesus....Matthew 28:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2qzEN4uGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/p_fuHI3Oos0/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2qzEN4uGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/p_fuHI3Oos0/s400/IMG_1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381144924059646050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a lovely church not far from our home that is well known in these parts for its extraordinary beauty.  The building and grounds are just lovely. We were out for a couple of quick errands, and it was a gorgeous day here, so I asked the hubby to stop by the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shrine of the Little Flower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;snap a couple pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent addition (I'm not sure what year) is a monument of Jesus at the Last Supper. A life-sized statue sits alone at the table with twelve empty seats around him. It's difficult to describe the feeling of sitting across the table from Jesus, even a sculptured one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2qdr1i9wI/AAAAAAAAA6k/hSRTLwqR1cc/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2qdr1i9wI/AAAAAAAAA6k/hSRTLwqR1cc/s400/IMG_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381144556737853186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a beautiful garden complete with waterfull and statue of Mary (not visible from this picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2rCBxPBVI/AAAAAAAAA60/9fjkvGYWVUY/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2rCBxPBVI/AAAAAAAAA60/9fjkvGYWVUY/s400/IMG_1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381145181100639570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are gardens with benches all around, as well as the story of the crucifixion told on plaques throughout the gardens.  You can see the front of the church in the background of this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2tWLug3oI/AAAAAAAAA7M/d0QuplwQo6E/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2tWLug3oI/AAAAAAAAA7M/d0QuplwQo6E/s400/IMG_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381147726394220162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2rz20cuAI/AAAAAAAAA68/2OgAgTB7Uf4/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2rz20cuAI/AAAAAAAAA68/2OgAgTB7Uf4/s400/IMG_1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381146037154789378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we got home, I changed gears and mixed up an apple cake. While working, I thought about all the wonderful places I am privileged to have so close to home. I will stop by this church again, perhaps when I am alone and can stay longer. It would be a lovely place to sit and pray, think, even make out a list or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2tHg7zDrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/YexxJaFo5d4/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2tHg7zDrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/YexxJaFo5d4/s400/IMG_1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381147474389044914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I serve the cake with vanilla ice cream and a little carmel sauce drizzled over both. Tim was nearby when I took this snap and offered to "take one for the team" and eat it once the picture was taken. Such a good sport, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2uJBypsXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/w6UnzEGA64Q/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2uJBypsXI/AAAAAAAAA7U/w6UnzEGA64Q/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381148599900549490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look's like Pumpkin is wondering where her cake is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2u0s2gnnI/AAAAAAAAA7c/u3s9cpU7n_4/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2u0s2gnnI/AAAAAAAAA7c/u3s9cpU7n_4/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381149350193831538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying it's a good week for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ, Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/span&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/5241340950677183663-4336344655672714240?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4336344655672714240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4336344655672714240&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4336344655672714240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4336344655672714240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-surely-i-am-with-you-always-to-very.html' title='Apple Cake and Jesus'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sq2qzEN4uGI/AAAAAAAAA6s/p_fuHI3Oos0/s72-c/IMG_1395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8674555422005010571</id><published>2009-08-27T12:31:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:09:14.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Spa9DR_p6wI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7xet98m0N0Q/s1600-h/BB48-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Spa9DR_p6wI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7xet98m0N0Q/s200/BB48-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374691069380913922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when my friend Diane gifted me with the two beautiful &lt;a href="http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html"&gt;bundt&lt;/a&gt; pans?&lt;br /&gt;Well, she also shared her recipe for Bananaberry Bread, which I have made many times since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had some bananas that were getting too ripe, but was fresh out of blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have about 3/4 cup of maraschino cherries in the fridge and about 2/3 cup of chocolate chips in the pantry....so, how about some Cherry Chip Banana Bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbEc8Gk3JI/AAAAAAAAA58/l_-l1vtrVf8/s1600-h/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbEc8Gk3JI/AAAAAAAAA58/l_-l1vtrVf8/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374699206762355858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a doctor appointment for my mom. I'm ahead of the game....Mom's had a shower and a good breakfast. I think we'll have a little hot tea and banana bread in an hour or so, and then a short rest and out the door at 4:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbEIYemAGI/AAAAAAAAA50/eTT40C0xdVE/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbEIYemAGI/AAAAAAAAA50/eTT40C0xdVE/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374698853602033762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily I report the first item to cross off the list is done......the tea towel for my neighbor, Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbE6FaZ-FI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zIUPSbS8C-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbE6FaZ-FI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zIUPSbS8C-Q/s400/IMG_1354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374699707477653586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbFL98Em6I/AAAAAAAAA6M/AvVzxZTHSYk/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbFL98Em6I/AAAAAAAAA6M/AvVzxZTHSYk/s400/IMG_1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374700014709021602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbFYGXaz8I/AAAAAAAAA6U/kI5Z7gcD9Ww/s1600-h/IMG_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpbFYGXaz8I/AAAAAAAAA6U/kI5Z7gcD9Ww/s400/IMG_1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374700223129636802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angel had a five-vessel coronary bypass last Tuesday. She is only 45.  Two weeks ago today she went to the hospital with chest pains and they told her she'd need a triple bypass. Apparently once they began surgery it was determined that two more arteries were blocked. Please keep Angel in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll spend the day with Emily and Leah.....and the evening with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;sewing girls&lt;/span&gt;. Our friend, Jan, is back here from Las Vegas for the weekend, so we've planned an impromptu get together at Panera Bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Spa9wmNRQcI/AAAAAAAAA5k/wlQOcSQA6K0/s1600-h/momandchild.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Spa9wmNRQcI/AAAAAAAAA5k/wlQOcSQA6K0/s200/momandchild.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374691847900840386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until next time......love you bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-8674555422005010571?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8674555422005010571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8674555422005010571&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8674555422005010571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8674555422005010571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/remember-when-my-friend-diane-gifted-me.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Spa9DR_p6wI/AAAAAAAAA5c/7xet98m0N0Q/s72-c/BB48-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4974261836430073451</id><published>2009-08-25T16:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:55:37.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Peachy, Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRHKmsziwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GguS1LQyPLA/s1600-h/FN53-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRHKmsziwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GguS1LQyPLA/s320/FN53-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373998502872582914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRHRSEqLOI/AAAAAAAAA5M/4YRigXU8pKE/s1600-h/FN53-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRHRSEqLOI/AAAAAAAAA5M/4YRigXU8pKE/s320/FN53-006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373998617594572002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been just peachy here at the 'Acre this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRGQ68-ENI/AAAAAAAAA4k/zxxeHdJNZNA/s1600-h/IMG_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRGQ68-ENI/AAAAAAAAA4k/zxxeHdJNZNA/s400/IMG_1350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997511876677842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can honestly say I've done a lot of baking in my life....but somehow never&lt;br /&gt;made a peach pie.  Some peaches came my way from the Romeo, Michigan Peach Festival,&lt;br /&gt;so I gave it a whorl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRGf_ec91I/AAAAAAAAA4s/dRns_4uQbR8/s1600-h/IMG_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRGf_ec91I/AAAAAAAAA4s/dRns_4uQbR8/s400/IMG_1351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997770788894546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried a new pie crust recipe.....one that uses butter instead of shortening.&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious....a little more like a "cookie" crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRGsmatQNI/AAAAAAAAA40/bQI0kWn78PA/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRGsmatQNI/AAAAAAAAA40/bQI0kWn78PA/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997987400597714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished pie......even though it looks too brown here and there, it was very good.&lt;br /&gt;Apple is still my favorite, but it's good to try new things, right?&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/http://"&gt;Emily's&lt;/a&gt; blog....she tried her hand at peach freezer jam and did a super job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;I unintentionally mentioned the concept of "planning" in both of my last posts. Apparently that is more of an issue with me than even&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;realized :)  Maybe the fact that I carry a palm pilot in my purse &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a planner in my tote should have clued me in.  Just so you know, I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;planning&lt;/span&gt; to loosen up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In craft news, there really isn't any. I'm putting myself on a "crafting diet" and only working with projects that need to be completed or with the materials I already have on hand. That should keep me going a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   The tea towel I'm embroidering for my neighbor.....about 80% or more done.&lt;br /&gt;*   Finish the socks that have been on the needles for...oh I don't know...a long time&lt;br /&gt;*   The green and brown &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; top that I'm making to go with brown capris&lt;br /&gt;*   The pink and white baby&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; entrelac&lt;/span&gt; afghan&lt;br /&gt;*   The pink toddler sweater....which will wind up in the gift stash since the original recipient &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept on growing&lt;br /&gt;*   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two pair of knitted slippers that were intended Valentine gifts&lt;br /&gt;*   So much sewing...that can actually wait for me...until my life is more my own (I'll look forward to working on these projects &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when I finish something....and you let me know what you'd like to finish up (or start).  Until next time........hope you're feeling "peachy."&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/5241340950677183663-4974261836430073451?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4974261836430073451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4974261836430073451&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4974261836430073451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4974261836430073451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-peachy-thanks.html' title='Just Peachy, Thanks'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SpRHKmsziwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GguS1LQyPLA/s72-c/FN53-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-789362233693488526</id><published>2009-08-21T11:57:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:08:58.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Treats &amp; Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let them eat cake......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or this case, organic doggie treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9wV7v0Q_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/1cbuD2BgZHs/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9wV7v0Q_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/1cbuD2BgZHs/s400/IMG_1213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372636402594104306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups  plain (all purpose) flour - I used full grain flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup finely shredded carrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon yeast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups rolled oats (I used old-fashioned and ground  them finer in the food processor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;½ cup milk powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Tablespoons peanut butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm water as needed for consistency&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mix all ingredients together and turn onto a floured surface. Knead several times and roll to about 1/4 to 1/2 inch thickness. Cut into shapes as desired. Bake at 350 about 15-20 minutes or until golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9yFtOkVuI/AAAAAAAAA3k/O1tcphgc8Tg/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9yFtOkVuI/AAAAAAAAA3k/O1tcphgc8Tg/s400/IMG_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372638322841900770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tweaked Rhonda's recipe, which I found &lt;a href="http://down---to---earth.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The biscuits came out good and little Pumpkin just loves 'em! I am keeping these in the freezer and taking a few out every couple of days to make them last.  I called the vet to ask what they thought of homemade treats, and they were all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9zkRAIajI/AAAAAAAAA3s/4falTI5VlNU/s1600-h/a_lovely_blog_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9zkRAIajI/AAAAAAAAA3s/4falTI5VlNU/s200/a_lovely_blog_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372639947352730162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet friend, &lt;a href="http://chroniclesofyaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yaya&lt;/a&gt; has presented me with a blog award. As usual, I am a day late and dollar short recognizing her generosity. I am ever grateful for your friendship, Idalia. Many thanks for thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much nothingness to report that I fear I'd bore you all to death with the daily reports. So instead I will share my view from the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So91KguuWMI/AAAAAAAAA30/gC7vXC6fsTY/s1600-h/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So91KguuWMI/AAAAAAAAA30/gC7vXC6fsTY/s400/IMG_1346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372641703921342658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my favorite spot.....the loveseat rocker. I can't tell you how nice it was today to sit outside and spend a few quiet moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet pink begonias....I never tire of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So91kz13K2I/AAAAAAAAA38/XBNiRh_Rq-E/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So91kz13K2I/AAAAAAAAA38/XBNiRh_Rq-E/s400/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372642155728153442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Impatiens.......and the pretty lacy shadow from the porch rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9164YyZ3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/WolJo5Fe104/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9164YyZ3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/WolJo5Fe104/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372642534905505650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view over the rooftops........a beautiful blue sky with cotton candy clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So93350RjYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lwDira3aLUI/s1600-h/IMG_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So93350RjYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lwDira3aLUI/s400/IMG_1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372644682772876674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a good breeze today and the temps were finally a little cooler with less humidity.  I did some embroidery and knitting while outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I enjoyed an evening of shopping at a new outdoor mall near us. It's so nice to spend some "girl time" together.......thank's for a nice evening, &lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Honey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is another day......and who know's what I'll be doing. My best made plans never pan out as I expect, so I'm just rolling with it and haven't really made any for this weekend. Other than my usual homemaking........I'm keeping a positive thought and an open mind.  Hope your weekend is just what you had in mind......and if not.......that it turns out better than you could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So957m9O3xI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9E4_WV0HYHQ/s1600-h/MUS57-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So957m9O3xI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9E4_WV0HYHQ/s200/MUS57-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372646945452908306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Plans are nothing......planning is everything.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Dwight D. Eisenhower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-789362233693488526?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/789362233693488526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=789362233693488526&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/789362233693488526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/789362233693488526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-treats-tidbits.html' title='Sweet Treats &amp; Tidbits'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/So9wV7v0Q_I/AAAAAAAAA3c/1cbuD2BgZHs/s72-c/IMG_1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8836688962926814836</id><published>2009-08-09T19:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:12:46.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9bOae4BoI/AAAAAAAAA2c/aCx06ERj-d8/s1600-h/MUS50-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9bOae4BoI/AAAAAAAAA2c/aCx06ERj-d8/s320/MUS50-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368109584034039426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;~ Marion C. Garretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my aunt and cousin came over for lunch and to visit with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;On the menu:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Pot Pie&lt;br /&gt;Cole Slaw&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Salad, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9f_ba00PI/AAAAAAAAA2k/S2iHkzZpTXc/s1600-h/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9f_ba00PI/AAAAAAAAA2k/S2iHkzZpTXc/s400/IMG_1207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368114824145588466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrot Cake w/ Cream Cheese Frosting and Vanilla Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures of the other menu items.......I guess I was too busy to snap any.  Glen took a picture of my mascot, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9gYX0HypI/AAAAAAAAA2s/2M6i0-10zsY/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9gYX0HypI/AAAAAAAAA2s/2M6i0-10zsY/s400/IMG_1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368115252674677394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Frances is my mom's younger sister, by all of 19 months.  They've been the best of friends for 87 years. &lt;br /&gt;Here they are about 70 years ago, standing outside my grandparents house.  My mom is on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9kdNvadvI/AAAAAAAAA28/-ug3fEpOwD4/s1600-h/young+mom+and+franc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9kdNvadvI/AAAAAAAAA28/-ug3fEpOwD4/s400/young+mom+and+franc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119733916432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here they are today, standing on the same sides. My mom on the right, Auntie Frances on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9g1aHBsOI/AAAAAAAAA20/yy7AjFC42Ro/s1600-h/IMG_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9g1aHBsOI/AAAAAAAAA20/yy7AjFC42Ro/s400/IMG_1210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368115751507046626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both girls suffer from arthritis and various other ailments. I think my mom looks so good after her latest ordeal though, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a sister, and I can only imagine how lovely it is to share such a special bond.  My cousin Cindy is the only girl, too, so we try to share as sisters would.  Somehow I think it's not quite the same.  If you are lucky enough to have a sister, give her a big hug for me....and I'll pray that you and her are able to share lunch together when you're 89 : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a new week.........make the most of it!&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/5241340950677183663-8836688962926814836?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8836688962926814836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8836688962926814836&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8836688962926814836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8836688962926814836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-sweetness.html' title='Sunday Sweetness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sn9bOae4BoI/AAAAAAAAA2c/aCx06ERj-d8/s72-c/MUS50-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-1098152029654474458</id><published>2009-08-04T13:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:39:12.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merriment, Change, A Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Snh1JphrWnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/erYaHTCRuqA/s1600-h/girlwithdolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Snh1JphrWnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/erYaHTCRuqA/s400/girlwithdolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366167764638325362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to not lose sight of the present while planning for the future....and not to give up planning the future when you can't see past the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl that likes a good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;plan&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes life just doesn't cooperate and allow one to plan too far ahead. What to do?  For me, it's keeping some merriment in each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding joy in little, spur of the moment things these days....a new blog post, a late evening walk with the hubby, time in the garden, at the sewing machine or with the needles, and just yesterday the beginning of a new book.  My daydreams are filled with the merriment of making all kinds of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;plans&lt;/span&gt;.... future trips, new furniture and some home projects, to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SniPPqJZ2UI/AAAAAAAAA1k/G7f-hrgS-b8/s1600-h/FA40-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 31px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SniPPqJZ2UI/AAAAAAAAA1k/G7f-hrgS-b8/s320/FA40-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366196455186487618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that my mom is home, our life here has changed yet again.....Mom needs 24 hour care. At first I planned to take a leave at work, but then an&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;spoke to me and said, "Mom, I'll take care of Grandma on the days you work."  Another blessing....thank you Emily for your help and love....I am so appreciative and Gram just loves having you for a "nurse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SniTeaJ1_AI/AAAAAAAAA10/NLazILhwemw/s1600-h/IMG_2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SniTeaJ1_AI/AAAAAAAAA10/NLazILhwemw/s400/IMG_2390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366201106637913090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Prom, May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you interested in vintage items, Emily is having her first giveaway and there's still time to enter.  Visit &lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Livin'Vintage&lt;/a&gt; and leave a comment for a chance to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading down to the sewing room while all is quiet to snap up a few moments of that joy I was just talking about.  If all goes well, I plan to alter a pair of pants for a friend, cut out a couple of clothespin bags and, well, just putter in one of my favorite places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Snib-ZUggMI/AAAAAAAAA2M/nK1oniRcYBo/s1600-h/FA37-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Snib-ZUggMI/AAAAAAAAA2M/nK1oniRcYBo/s200/FA37-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366210452263043266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"I know there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-1098152029654474458?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1098152029654474458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=1098152029654474458&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1098152029654474458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1098152029654474458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/merriment-change-giveaway.html' title='Merriment, Change, A Giveaway'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Snh1JphrWnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/erYaHTCRuqA/s72-c/girlwithdolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-542735939074832686</id><published>2009-07-28T11:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:34:59.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy...even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;br /&gt;~E. B. White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sm8UdrwYjxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Zh54My6UCbU/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sm8UdrwYjxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Zh54My6UCbU/s400/IMG_1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363528181415972626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything better than all those fresh, clean clothes and linens...not to mention a nice, tidy laundry room?  I love doing laundry and, though it may sound silly, it's been the source of many happy moments for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's been in the hospital for the last 11 days.......she has been very seriously ill and now has pneumonia. She is finally on the mend, I think, and might even be able to come home in a few days.  Keep her in your prayers and say a little one for me....some days I really struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say a special thanks to three of my favorite people who have really been there for me the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, thanks for your support and help with Grandma. You are my girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt;, thanks so much for the delicious dinner....Mexican food is a big hit around here.&lt;br /&gt;And my &lt;a href="http://sincerelysusiehomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie&lt;/a&gt;, thanks for the love and support from so many miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sm8Zzz0GcQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/rnSfBGCooLw/s1600-h/FA40-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sm8Zzz0GcQI/AAAAAAAAA1U/rnSfBGCooLw/s200/FA40-007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534059094307074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Love never fails." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-542735939074832686?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/542735939074832686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=542735939074832686&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/542735939074832686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/542735939074832686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-and-laundry.html' title='Love and Laundry'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sm8UdrwYjxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Zh54My6UCbU/s72-c/IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5654369451707021843</id><published>2009-07-11T23:42:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:17:39.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pass A Drumstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SllcRZH6JII/AAAAAAAAA0U/QIcaCICe9m4/s1600-h/BB44-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SllcRZH6JII/AAAAAAAAA0U/QIcaCICe9m4/s200/BB44-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357414685605504130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is like a butterfly...it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few bits and pieces today.&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to try making these chocolate-covered pretzels, and today I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SlleZld5xRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Oa4o4njb13U/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SlleZld5xRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Oa4o4njb13U/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357417025381188882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used short pretzel rods instead of long ones, and they turned out looking a little like a drumstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SllepPkAqHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QqDxIpmVif4/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SllepPkAqHI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QqDxIpmVif4/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357417294379133042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, you coat the bottom part of the pretzel with carmel.  Roll in rice crispie cereal, coat with melted chocolate and then I decided to sprinkle mine with heath pieces.  They are crunchy and good....like a drumstick : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Timothy and I will begin allergy shots on Tuesday. We went for the testing last week, and what an experience.  My initial testing was so highly reactive the doctor didn't want to continue for fear I'd have a bad reaction. As I explained how difficult it was for me to make this appointment, he reluctantly agreed to finish the test, using the weakest concentration he could. Well.........I had a reaction. As soon I as I felt better, Tim had a reaction. Needless to say, we have some whopping allergies. Getting the shots is a demanding commitment, but I am praying it will be worth it for both of us. Did you know that I never had one symptom until after I turned 40?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin had her spaying surgery on Thursday, and is she a little trooper. While she was under the anesthesia, the vet said it was a good time to remove an errant dewclaw, hence the little sock on her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sllg9TB7w2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/ES_xUDIrTwM/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sllg9TB7w2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/ES_xUDIrTwM/s400/IMG_1192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357419837930586978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Pumpkin is all buttoned down.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outside &lt;/span&gt;her bed.  Her little hippo toy is nice and cozy inside, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may find me browsing the local Farmer's Market or maybe sewing a stitch or two. There's weeds waiting for me and pots ready for a feeding.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, I'll think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sllh5Q3H-xI/AAAAAAAAA08/OmIFyuQareE/s1600-h/BB21-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sllh5Q3H-xI/AAAAAAAAA08/OmIFyuQareE/s200/BB21-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357420868140530450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time. ~Ecclesiastes 3:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-5654369451707021843?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5654369451707021843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5654369451707021843&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5654369451707021843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5654369451707021843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-pass-drumstick.html' title='Please Pass A Drumstick'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SllcRZH6JII/AAAAAAAAA0U/QIcaCICe9m4/s72-c/BB44-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4827257732886233480</id><published>2009-07-04T09:21:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:19:08.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nation Under God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9ZhbfU2aI/AAAAAAAAAzE/rdPW4G9CByk/s1600-h/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9ZhbfU2aI/AAAAAAAAAzE/rdPW4G9CByk/s320/flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354596912816511394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where liberty dwells, there is my country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  ~Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we ever remain "one nation under God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day here...and I have much to be thankful for.  The last weeks have been busy as usual, and my blessings are many. Today I am so thankful for this cool weather. I bet some in these parts are disappointed it's not warmer, but I'm not one for high temps or humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flowers like the weather too.&lt;br /&gt;There are lemon lillies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9cMZsaIsI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Tve4SiRKbDg/s1600-h/IMG_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9cMZsaIsI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Tve4SiRKbDg/s400/IMG_1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354599850092143298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Key Lime Coral Bells.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9cevx9RSI/AAAAAAAAAzU/apndVuuAfus/s1600-h/IMG_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9cevx9RSI/AAAAAAAAAzU/apndVuuAfus/s400/IMG_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354600165258642722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lavendar Ivy Geranium....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9dNqSh_KI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fquhxMKeE4s/s1600-h/IMG_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9dNqSh_KI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fquhxMKeE4s/s400/IMG_1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354600971238505634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mixed impatiens......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9dfUopQfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/e7zSATwuMBM/s1600-h/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9dfUopQfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/e7zSATwuMBM/s400/IMG_1157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354601274663322098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tubular Begonias......pink, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9dzgc4_hI/AAAAAAAAAz0/tvRqUcd-x8s/s1600-h/IMG_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9dzgc4_hI/AAAAAAAAAz0/tvRqUcd-x8s/s400/IMG_1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354601621432630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the flowers, but this year I don't have nearly the quantity I usually put in. I'm trying to add more perennials each year so I can buy less annuals. I was so hoping to dig a new vegetable garden this year, but no go. Next year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the sweet dress I made for Leah. She loved it and needed to "twirl" as soon as it was on. Leah loves "princess" clothes.....who knew I was sewing for royalty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9eI1et-nI/AAAAAAAAAz8/KrlGkXV19_I/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9eI1et-nI/AAAAAAAAAz8/KrlGkXV19_I/s400/IMG_1183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354601987854695026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a few other projects I'm working diligently to finish so I can get them off in the post. Needless to say, I can't show anything yet.....the recipient is a friend who visits here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has rallied and is perking right along. The current schedule has her spending the "day" at her house and then returning here for dinner and bedtime. It's working well this week because the hubster is home on vacation (and I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt;....there's something awry here :), so he is wearing his chauffeur hat these days. Things will get a little dicey when he returns to work, so then I'll just "re-group and think of a new plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Independence Day, I hope you'll take a moment and thank the Good Lord for your liberty.  I'll be adding a special prayer for our president......that God may guide him well and bestow wisdom beyond measure to him in the days to come......he's going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9i91LCAxI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TiGBGjQbIHM/s1600-h/prayer-valley-forge-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9i91LCAxI/AAAAAAAAA0E/TiGBGjQbIHM/s400/prayer-valley-forge-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354607296351699730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;Prayer at Valley Forge&lt;/span&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/5241340950677183663-4827257732886233480?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4827257732886233480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4827257732886233480&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4827257732886233480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4827257732886233480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-nation-under-god.html' title='One Nation Under God'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sk9ZhbfU2aI/AAAAAAAAAzE/rdPW4G9CByk/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-3145414600226590216</id><published>2009-06-04T17:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:24:47.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sig-0o0CkSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lH-A-5Vc5Sw/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sig-0o0CkSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lH-A-5Vc5Sw/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343590031904903458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot little puppies." ~Gene Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to happen.........you all warned me.  After just a few short months, I'm in love with Pumpkin.  There has never been a smarter, sweeter or more enjoyable puppy, ever.......except maybe for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="authors"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihAoaWCSBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/9JRmQYwSlCo/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihAoaWCSBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/9JRmQYwSlCo/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592020885784594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pumpkin is now almost six months old. She can speak, sit, stay and come 'ere.  Emily taught her to roll over, which she does as soon as you get out the "cookies," our name for her treats. Even the hubby is enjoying her.  About the only thing that's a little disconcerting for me is, since Emily is Pumpkin's mama, that would make me her......er &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt;.  My mom is now great-grandma, whom we have affectionately dubbed, Gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="authors"&gt;Enough of this silliness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="authors"&gt;What with all the waiting at hospital and such, I got a little further on Tim's vest, which I had set aside.  It's a nice easy knit without being boring.  I also started a crochet project.......but I can't divulge too much about it since certain people may be visiting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihDKCdASHI/AAAAAAAAAyc/mPpsD7rQKJY/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihDKCdASHI/AAAAAAAAAyc/mPpsD7rQKJY/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343594797611370610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihDdjpsVLI/AAAAAAAAAyk/PBiMmHps4ws/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihDdjpsVLI/AAAAAAAAAyk/PBiMmHps4ws/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343595132940473522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These little paperclips are just addictive to make. With all the trinkets I have floating around here, it was no problem finding things to decorate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihFTOniBwI/AAAAAAAAAys/qXpLsOiamdE/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihFTOniBwI/AAAAAAAAAys/qXpLsOiamdE/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343597154518828802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta run.....the day is young....wish I were : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihIBXTZDJI/AAAAAAAAAy8/bem9PkWa8-U/s1600-h/CS40-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SihIBXTZDJI/AAAAAAAAAy8/bem9PkWa8-U/s320/CS40-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343600146147511442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;God spelled backward is dog.&lt;/span&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/5241340950677183663-3145414600226590216?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3145414600226590216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=3145414600226590216&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3145414600226590216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3145414600226590216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/06/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sig-0o0CkSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lH-A-5Vc5Sw/s72-c/IMG_0974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8642208671464642827</id><published>2009-05-15T19:33:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:50:40.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Doing For Six Weeks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom spent three months here at my place, went home for three weeks, and last Thursday went back into the hospital. Today we took her by ambulance to a very nice rehab facility, where she may spend almost three weeks trying to get stronger.  I'll post quickly....then I'm headed back there to check on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was away......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SibtWIfejsI/AAAAAAAAAyE/g0p7t1rMez4/s1600-h/oldbarn.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SibtWIfejsI/AAAAAAAAAyE/g0p7t1rMez4/s320/oldbarn.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343218972414086850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was dreaming of living here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sibmjdi48HI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CbMsQ4B1Cew/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sibmjdi48HI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CbMsQ4B1Cew/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343211504822448242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoyed my Blossoming Snow Crab tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SibmMglakrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/o2-GTDg5gXA/s1600-h/IMG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SibmMglakrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/o2-GTDg5gXA/s320/IMG_1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343211110501356210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made an apron and gift basket for the Heart Walk Fundraiser at work....which is modeled here by my sweet boy, Timothy.........the ultimate "good sport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sibl4gFXAZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pi80aJEYTbk/s1600-h/IMG_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sibl4gFXAZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pi80aJEYTbk/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343210766769521042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipped up a little (14") doily for my boss in honor of "Nurse's Week."  She liked it so well that she framed it and hung it in her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sibld1qXdWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/vORxGUWc4DA/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sibld1qXdWI/AAAAAAAAAxc/vORxGUWc4DA/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343210308705416546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed lunch with my friend Diane.....a too rare occurrence.  After mentioning the sweet bundt pan she used to make me a "bananaberry" bread at said lunch, not a week later these two bundt pans were waiting for me when I came home from work. They are the loveliest gift I've received in many moons. I have used them several times already.....they are AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the "Renee Award" from my sista Idalia, aka &lt;a href="http://chroniclesofyaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;YaYa.&lt;/a&gt;  Thank-you, Yaya, for the sweet thoughts....I'm sorry it took me so long to pick up and acknowledge this award. You are a good and thoughtful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been happy to be noodling around with my handwork. I hope to get some updated pics and post them soon. Like always when I've been away, I've missed writing and sharing my thoughts. So much has happened here........I thought of sharing the details, but who has the energy? So...I'll let those days stay in the yesterday and for today just keep looking to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sibs7j5MWsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/OpaMS5GpCus/s1600-h/biblewithgodblessyou.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sibs7j5MWsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/OpaMS5GpCus/s320/biblewithgodblessyou.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343218515913235138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See You Soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5241340950677183663-8642208671464642827?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8642208671464642827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8642208671464642827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8642208671464642827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8642208671464642827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-ive-been-doing-for-six-weeks.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Doing For Six Weeks....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SibtWIfejsI/AAAAAAAAAyE/g0p7t1rMez4/s72-c/oldbarn.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5155142568793435533</id><published>2009-04-14T15:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:53:31.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Cup-Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTvAJd7NbI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ChWaZ3TIzIg/s1600-h/BB09-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTvAJd7NbI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ChWaZ3TIzIg/s320/BB09-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324643445279241650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure you've heard of this before....today I made a chocolate cake in a mug.  I haven't eaten it yet, but it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you mix the following in the mug:&lt;br /&gt;4 T flour&lt;br /&gt;4 T sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 T cocoa&lt;br /&gt;After mixing dry ingredients, add:&lt;br /&gt;One Egg&lt;br /&gt;Mix well, then add:&lt;br /&gt;3 T milk&lt;br /&gt;3 T oil&lt;br /&gt;Mix well again, then add:&lt;br /&gt;A "splash" of vanilla&lt;br /&gt;(about 1/2 teas)&lt;br /&gt;Mix well again and microwave on "high" or 1000 watts for 3 minutes.  Here's a pic whilst it "baked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTpt8hwpKI/AAAAAAAAAw0/s7W3AoIwje8/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTpt8hwpKI/AAAAAAAAAw0/s7W3AoIwje8/s400/IMG_0950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324637635009881250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let cool in mug about 1 minute...it shrinks back down into the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTqEf1gESI/AAAAAAAAAw8/GNkdk55sTyg/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTqEf1gESI/AAAAAAAAAw8/GNkdk55sTyg/s400/IMG_0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324638022445044002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once cake is cool, about 15-20 minutes, frost if desired. You may also add a tablespoon of chocolate chips before putting in microwave....mine is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sans &lt;/span&gt;chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTqXaiJAKI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WyzJ5rf1xG8/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTqXaiJAKI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WyzJ5rf1xG8/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324638347439177890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I began this post, Mom and I tried our cakes.  It's not bad...it would be fun for kids to make.   The cake is quite heavy, and definitely needs a little frosting for flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's a rainy day here, I'm off to the basement sewing room.  Last weekend I took the remainder of my stuff that I had stored in the drawers and closet in my mom's room downstairs. You wouldn't believe it...I know I can't.  I'm not sure how I got it all packed in there, but I know one thing for sure....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to thin out the stash&lt;/span&gt;. I've put some cotton and yarn aside for my neighbor, who is always tickled with hand-me-downs. I hope she has a spare room ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to show before and after pictures of my endeavor....which I'm sure will take some time.  In the meantime, I'm happy for the rain, which is making the grass &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTyLOo11uI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dIg0yuamHps/s1600-h/FN47-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTyLOo11uI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dIg0yuamHps/s320/FN47-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324646934180648674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;To me, a lush carpet &lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/grass_4.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;color:#006400;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ~ Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I couldn't agree more, Helen.&lt;a id="KonaLink3" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/grass_4.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static;color:#006400;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 100, 0); color: rgb(0, 100, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13.3333px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-5155142568793435533?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5155142568793435533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5155142568793435533&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5155142568793435533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5155142568793435533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-cup-cake.html' title='Have A Cup-Cake'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeTvAJd7NbI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ChWaZ3TIzIg/s72-c/BB09-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5567609612661484211</id><published>2009-04-10T23:44:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:32:23.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....be still and know that I am God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATboypwvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OrGqEDBRl3A/s1600-h/BB01-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATboypwvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OrGqEDBRl3A/s400/BB01-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323276125079192306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter Greetings to you all.  My good intentions included a post sometime last week....but you know the story.  As I sat down to type tonight, this little sweetie greeted me, so I took her picture.  I have never named the little doll I treated myself to some 15 years ago.  I came across her at a fabric store, I think. It was a real challenge to keep her for myself and not share her with Emily.  As I look at her now, she looks like an Annabelle to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATRfNdA2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/uTPcdM-uNiA/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATRfNdA2I/AAAAAAAAAvk/uTPcdM-uNiA/s400/IMG_0938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323275950708556642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was thinking of what to pack for the Canada trip, I remembered this navy print bought a few months back. I dug out an often-used pattern for a peasant blouse and made the 3/4 sleeve version. I enjoyed wearing it with my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATDvv1EwI/AAAAAAAAAvc/hElr2X-5BbI/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATDvv1EwI/AAAAAAAAAvc/hElr2X-5BbI/s400/IMG_0935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323275714629538562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday Emily and I went to a vintage clothing sale at a nearby community hall. It was quite nice....you wouldn't believe the clothing, shoes, handbags and jewelry to be found there. Some of the stuff dated back to the late 1800's. The vendors all dressed in their vintage clothes and the displays were really something.  Here's Emily in a vintage hat.....what a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeAStqwKDGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FxZZwzgj-GA/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeAStqwKDGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FxZZwzgj-GA/s200/IMG_0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323275335331613794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl is a shoe nut. These shoes were cute, but not comfortable. They didn't come home with us.....however, one pair did.....but of course no picture of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeASU6Fa9kI/AAAAAAAAAu8/JhYTKq0JPbA/s1600-h/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeASU6Fa9kI/AAAAAAAAAu8/JhYTKq0JPbA/s400/IMG_0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323274909950604866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Church tonight was very solemn as it should be.  The older I get, the more I am awed by the great gift God gave us in Jesus. Tonight I couldn't stop thinking about what Jesus must have felt in the Garden of Gethsemane.  I am looking forward to the joy of Easter morning, when we will celebrate our risen Savior.  Oh, I enjoy the bunnies and chicks, and have a few treats tucked away for the kids and my mom, but my happiness will come from the knowledge that I am truly saved from sin, by grace, through Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a joyous Easter, filled with the joy and blessings of God....and a couple of bunnies and chicks thrown in there for good measure : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATjNJLeSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/w8O_sRO6Ing/s1600-h/BB01-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATjNJLeSI/AAAAAAAAAv0/w8O_sRO6Ing/s400/BB01-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323276255096437026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Our Lord and Savior Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 28:20&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/5241340950677183663-5567609612661484211?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5567609612661484211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5567609612661484211&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5567609612661484211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5567609612661484211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SeATboypwvI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OrGqEDBRl3A/s72-c/BB01-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-1478917320458194457</id><published>2009-03-31T22:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:29:39.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings from windy Canada. We are near Lake Ontario, and it is a brisk wind, indeed. My first day here was spent.....relaxing! Woohoo, it was nice. In between some reading, and even a &lt;em&gt;nap&lt;/em&gt;, I started some mindless projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319544130491464658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SdLRM9j1O9I/AAAAAAAAAuc/8_jWuI_UXBw/s400/101_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; A "textured" dishcloth....pattern from the ball band of Peaches'nCream cotton yarn. I love the colors, and the pattern is just interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next up, I brought some sweet floral scraps found many moons ago at a now-closed quilt shop. The yo-yos will make up a pillow for Mom's room...what do you think....round or square? I plan to use ball fringe trim in a pretty pink or cream color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SdLbOPcFnVI/AAAAAAAAAus/T9VH9Q7ps44/s1600-h/101_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319555147586968914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SdLbOPcFnVI/AAAAAAAAAus/T9VH9Q7ps44/s400/101_0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All's quiet at home....at least that's what they're telling me. My mom sounds good and is enjoying helping take care of Pumpkin. She is turning out to be a good little puppy...she is potty trained (goes to the door and barks), can sit and lay down on command, and is pretty close to being able to "stay." In case you forgot how cute she is....here's a Pumpkin picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SdLde2AGLGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/qPsMXZxiFJY/s1600-h/101_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319557631839710306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SdLde2AGLGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/qPsMXZxiFJY/s400/101_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pumpkin enjoying a pilfered sock.....who left their socks on the floor....wait a minute, that looks like mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I plan to visit a local fabric store or two tomorrow....I have lots of stuff at home waiting for me, so I'll shop with care and discretion.  I'll be ready to get back home....I'm not much of traveler.  Until then, hope you are all blessed with peace and a good project for your mind and soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-1478917320458194457?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1478917320458194457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=1478917320458194457&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1478917320458194457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1478917320458194457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-canada.html' title='Oh, Canada'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SdLRM9j1O9I/AAAAAAAAAuc/8_jWuI_UXBw/s72-c/101_0924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6405800441360607231</id><published>2009-03-28T08:59:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:18:33.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Way back on March 10, my mom celebrated her 89th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4kDmfPe4I/AAAAAAAAAts/TVgZSTGZn1s/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4kDmfPe4I/AAAAAAAAAts/TVgZSTGZn1s/s400/IMG_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318227854260927362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun but tiring day for her. Emily, Glen and I took her to dinner.  Timothy had class and couldn't miss. He made it for cake and presents, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4lk4bG6pI/AAAAAAAAAt8/MhWh3sOrXZw/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4lk4bG6pI/AAAAAAAAAt8/MhWh3sOrXZw/s200/IMG_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318229525522737810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4l8O7Q7lI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JVEzzkGWzmo/s1600-h/IMG_9666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4l8O7Q7lI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JVEzzkGWzmo/s200/IMG_9666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318229926700183122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is perking along.  We have taken her back to her house for a couple of "visits," but she is always ready to come back here to her little room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed to have celebrated another wonderful birthday with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Glen's birthday.  He'll spend the bulk of it taking apart my washer and attempting to change the bearings. This washing machine has been a lot of trouble...each time he repairs it he says, "next time we're just getting a new one."  And every time he manages to fix it up for me.  In so many ways, Glen is always there for me when I need him most.  I love you, Honey. Happy happy birthday to the love of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last weeks have been especially busy for me.  Things have settled and guess what?  I am going on "vacation." You heard that right....I plan to travel with Glen next week when he goes out of town for business.  It has been a difficult decision whether or not to go, but the kids are two big sweeties and have agreed to look after my mom.....Mom has agreed that she will be fine. We are crossing the border again and heading to Canada.  Now the only question is.....what projects to pack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I began posting today, I noticed this will be my 50th post. I sure miss my blog when I have an extended break, and thought surely I'd have posted more by now.  The busyness of my days, however, reminds me to thank the good Lord for all that he provides me....especially the strength to carry out His plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is slowing arriving to our corner of the world....I am looking forward to digging : )&lt;br /&gt;I have a few ideas for our backyard this year....I'll share more on that next time. Until then, I hope you are looking forward to tomorrow, and enjoying every minute of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4sl9WGQlI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hQoC9mDWZ0E/s1600-h/BB40-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4sl9WGQlI/AAAAAAAAAuM/hQoC9mDWZ0E/s320/BB40-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237240605164114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count...it's the life in your years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&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/5241340950677183663-6405800441360607231?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6405800441360607231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=6405800441360607231&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6405800441360607231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6405800441360607231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthdays.html' title='Happy Birthdays'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Sc4kDmfPe4I/AAAAAAAAAts/TVgZSTGZn1s/s72-c/IMG_0821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-3442359213339225595</id><published>2009-03-07T00:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:35:36.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reality Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SbIGWA9QchI/AAAAAAAAAtM/RfFHFzBdg6A/s1600-h/FN53-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SbIGWA9QchI/AAAAAAAAAtM/RfFHFzBdg6A/s400/FN53-006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310313885907055122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reality of life is hard to see sometimes, especially when your head is down and you're dancing as fast as you can.  Bear with me....this post won't be as ominous as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me today that I need to face the facts. Who better to share them with than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new addition at our house. I have fought this for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;.  Finally, I just got tired of fighting...and so, meet Pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SbIAwLyz0KI/AAAAAAAAAs0/TuC2yV4JGL4/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SbIAwLyz0KI/AAAAAAAAAs0/TuC2yV4JGL4/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310307738422857890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl is 3 months old and belongs, officially, to my daughter Emily.  At 21, she made the decision to get a puppy....even though I tried to talk her out of it, what with Grandma here, me working, her school and work schedule, etc., but it was no use.  My girl has wanted a dog literally since she could say "doggie."  Those close to me know what a struggle this has been.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality &lt;/span&gt;is that Pumpkin is here now.  To her credit, she is a good pup and Emily takes wonderful care of her. My mom is sure getting a kick out of her, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact two is that, as hard as I try and as much as I talk about it, my beloved projects are on the back burner.....and may simmer there for some time.  My life belongs to my loved ones for now, so I'll get to them when I get to them, and not a moment sooner.  Saying that last bit seems to have lifted something from my shoulders....I'm not sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;, but I feel better all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact three: I need to take better care of myself....a lamentation floating around my head for the last couple of years.  I've heard it, read about it, and been told flat out...."if you don't take care of yourself first, you won't be in good enough shape to take care of anyone else." I understand it, believe it, and know I have to implement a program ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;My hubby has returned from a week-long business trip, and boy-o-boy I'm glad he's home. After 25+ years of the goodbyes and welcome homes, I still miss him terribly. We have a busy weekend planned.  I am actually looking forward to scrubbing my floor in the morning while my guys attend an auto show.  Then it's some shopping and various sundries to fill in the hours.  I'm hoping you are all looking forward to a nice weekend, filled with nothing but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy realities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SbIEz-eP2qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sGZO2jKML7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SbIEz-eP2qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sGZO2jKML7Y/s200/IMG_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310312201612941986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pumpkin is a Bichon-Poo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot little puppies." ~ Gene Hill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-3442359213339225595?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3442359213339225595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=3442359213339225595&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3442359213339225595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3442359213339225595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/reality-is.html' title='The Reality Is...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SbIGWA9QchI/AAAAAAAAAtM/RfFHFzBdg6A/s72-c/FN53-006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-7413523720968095660</id><published>2009-02-27T08:46:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:01:33.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Highlights on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started out with warmer temperatures and sunshine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew Tuesday was going to be such a nice day around here? When I arrived home there was a surprise waiting for me. My sweet friend &lt;a href="http://sincerelysusiehomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie&lt;/a&gt; sent me this lovely package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Safylylf60I/AAAAAAAAArk/2dnzaEWJPI0/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Safylylf60I/AAAAAAAAArk/2dnzaEWJPI0/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307477416927554370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a card with a beautiful sentiment, and all was wrapped in this gorgeous hat box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SafxbTEq7nI/AAAAAAAAArM/DGhj0-GJTMA/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SafxbTEq7nI/AAAAAAAAArM/DGhj0-GJTMA/s400/IMG_0803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307476137158045298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside were so many goodies....white tea, mint tea (my favorite), gourmet candy sticks (which I'll have to hide since they are getting way too much interest from my gang) and many items with the "Home Sweet Home" fragrance from Yankee Candle (also my favorite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SafxSD5TLJI/AAAAAAAAArE/dVJGMSk5W5o/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SafxSD5TLJI/AAAAAAAAArE/dVJGMSk5W5o/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307475978464996498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I unwrapped this exquisite teacup, the tears came.  I admired this on Susie's blog, and being such a dear, she included it in the care package. This little teacup will be cherished forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoken of Susie here before. We met through the blogs and there is a special connection that I'm not sure either of us can quite explain. We have a lot in common, and perhaps that was the beginning of our friendship. All I know is, I feel so blessed to have met Susie....her kindness and love mean so much to me.  Thanks, Honey,  for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was also a red letter day because I took my mom out for her first outing since coming home (not including the doctor).  We went to a sweet place here in our town that celebrates Fat Tuesday with a Polish buffet, complete with accordion player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf27YDIGyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PLYQp3SY1vY/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf27YDIGyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PLYQp3SY1vY/s400/IMG_0789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307482185807698722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a wait, so Mom is checking out the "to go" menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf1uZdsnnI/AAAAAAAAAsE/pTxUMcylqjM/s1600-h/IMG_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf1uZdsnnI/AAAAAAAAAsE/pTxUMcylqjM/s400/IMG_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307480863337651826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decorate for each season/holiday, and still have the Valentine's things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf16XrDF1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/xVskY-I8vus/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf16XrDF1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/xVskY-I8vus/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307481069015209810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entertainment...a nice young man who really knew his way around an accordion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf2LDFm_9I/AAAAAAAAAsU/vmk1MlWSaqs/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf2LDFm_9I/AAAAAAAAAsU/vmk1MlWSaqs/s400/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307481355547246546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had a good time....she loves the music.  We went for a short ride after lunch, and Mom was pooped the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a great day for me, and I have grown to really appreciate every good thing that comes my way....you know, simple pleasures.  I hope you are enjoying a simple pleasure or two this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf5SKk6AhI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GAmULxmcDGQ/s1600-h/BB46-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Saf5SKk6AhI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GAmULxmcDGQ/s320/BB46-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307484776351531538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S.  The warmer temps and some rain showers today have me thinking of the garden.  How about you?&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/5241340950677183663-7413523720968095660?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7413523720968095660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=7413523720968095660&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7413523720968095660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7413523720968095660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-highlights-on-friday.html' title='Tuesday Highlights on Friday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/Safylylf60I/AAAAAAAAArk/2dnzaEWJPI0/s72-c/IMG_0806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-1662788721700058410</id><published>2009-02-21T20:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:17:17.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Friends Are For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;"A friend loves at all times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 17:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaCwbwQ3ZTI/AAAAAAAAApA/KM6hOj6ETrQ/s1600-h/MUS45-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaCwbwQ3ZTI/AAAAAAAAApA/KM6hOj6ETrQ/s320/MUS45-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305434351901041970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was able to see my friend, &lt;a href="http://creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt; today...such a nice treat.  Sherry made it even nicer by bringing me a surprise.  She said it was for Valentine's Day, but I think she knew I needed a pick-me-up....Sherry's always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC5KpjfAgI/AAAAAAAAApI/iNIqdTohPWk/s1600-h/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC5KpjfAgI/AAAAAAAAApI/iNIqdTohPWk/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305443953646961154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate-covered strawberries on a handmade confection stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC5kMKRQYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/a1kjM7x0NIY/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC5kMKRQYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/a1kjM7x0NIY/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444392433172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a pretty bow and sweet little Valentine card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC54TU5DYI/AAAAAAAAApY/TKuhcyk8CeU/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC54TU5DYI/AAAAAAAAApY/TKuhcyk8CeU/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305444737954155906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is another pedestal under the big plate....all made from vintage dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Sherry, for your thoughtfulness.  My mom said to "be sure and tell Sherry I think this is lovely."  Me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting place was one of our faves, Joann Fabrics. What with all the busyness these days, I haven't gotten out to the fabric store in a long time....such a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC7ZL3r7OI/AAAAAAAAApg/3M8tC38CJHA/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC7ZL3r7OI/AAAAAAAAApg/3M8tC38CJHA/s320/IMG_0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446402399923426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found some new sock yarn that I thought I'd give a try...it's Deborah Norville Serenity sock yarn by Premier Yarns.  Very soft and a real steal at $3.29 a skein.  With coupons and discounts, this pair of socks will cost about $6....hopefully the yarn will be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC7oDL94UI/AAAAAAAAApo/qJ6Yqv6nzes/s320/IMG_0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305446657767104834" border="0" /&gt;I love the colors, taupes and a pretty orchid pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC9Uz1UWHI/AAAAAAAAApw/EVzEJ2j6Oqw/s1600-h/IMG_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaC9Uz1UWHI/AAAAAAAAApw/EVzEJ2j6Oqw/s320/IMG_0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305448526251317362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom's view from her seat at the table...she tells me every meal how much she likes this spot, and asked me today to take a picture. The Valentine cards are a temporary addition...Mom thinks they should stay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't caught up with my project wish list...my heart is willing but the timeclock isn't.  Now that the routine is established here, I am going to try to devote some time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone plan certain goals for the Lenten season? Mine is the same as last year...I'm giving up worrying for Lent.  Let me know if you participate in this tradition. Until next time...do what I'll be doing....trusting and praying and praying and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaDAAU9uVFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/r_OdGYTB3V4/s1600-h/FA45-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaDAAU9uVFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/r_OdGYTB3V4/s200/FA45-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305451472902575186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...seek his kingdom and his righteousness...Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:33-34&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/5241340950677183663-1662788721700058410?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1662788721700058410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=1662788721700058410&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1662788721700058410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1662788721700058410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-friends-are-for.html' title='What Friends Are For'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SaCwbwQ3ZTI/AAAAAAAAApA/KM6hOj6ETrQ/s72-c/MUS45-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-3362087685912819925</id><published>2009-02-13T19:41:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:58:44.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...serve him with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; wholehearted devotion &lt;/span&gt;and with a willing mind, for the Lord searches every heart and understands every motive behind the thoughts."  1Chronicles 28:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYVbUCCU7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Qx89rPtam5I/s1600-h/RI35-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYVbUCCU7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Qx89rPtam5I/s320/RI35-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302449170253239218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentine's Day brings to my mind the word "devotion," perhaps because I'm such an emotional gal.  I feel very devoted to my husband and children, and nowadays my mom.  The above scripture from 1Chronicles is especially poignant for me because I believe God really does search our hearts...so I want to make sure what He finds in mine is good and truly God-pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came home sweet home on Thursday, completely bypassing her place for mine.  After a nice hot shower and some fresh clothes, Mom snuggled down for the night in her room.  She is very frail and weak, but wants everyone to know how happy and blessed she feels to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYUbQQ67VI/AAAAAAAAAoI/RuOHcUH1StA/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYUbQQ67VI/AAAAAAAAAoI/RuOHcUH1StA/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302448069730299218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been home today catching up on laundry and some general homekeeping.  A few weeks ago (I think), I mentioned that my sewing room was now down in the basement.  It has taken me all this time to put my things away and at least get my machine set up.  My first "project" was to patch a pair of jeans for Timothy.  Even that little job felt good to accomplish.  I'm hoping I can get it presentable enough to take a few pics and show you my new digs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYeszw94fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WMiwcps4hD0/s1600-h/RI34-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYeszw94fI/AAAAAAAAAoo/WMiwcps4hD0/s200/RI34-006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302459366434005490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About as far as I have gotten with my Valentine craft plans is to print some things out for handmade cards.  I still have 16 hours or so  and I'm keeping a good thought. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;opportunity to love&lt;/span&gt; is everywhere....I hope you are able to share this most wondrous gift with someone special this Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYgxh59hFI/AAAAAAAAAo4/EEnP70QyK5w/s1600-h/RI27-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYgxh59hFI/AAAAAAAAAo4/EEnP70QyK5w/s320/RI27-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302461646562493522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You say the glow on my cheeks sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;Is like the rose so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;But when the bloom of fair youth has flown&lt;br /&gt;Then will our lips still meet?&lt;br /&gt;When life's setting sun fades away dear,&lt;br /&gt;And all is said and done.&lt;br /&gt;Will your arms still entwine and caress me?&lt;br /&gt;Will our hearts still beat as one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-3362087685912819925?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3362087685912819925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=3362087685912819925&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3362087685912819925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3362087685912819925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SZYVbUCCU7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Qx89rPtam5I/s72-c/RI35-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5483216765998586004</id><published>2009-02-08T10:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:07:12.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Lotta Cookin' Goin On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY77nl-paJI/AAAAAAAAAno/f3ufmT14tEk/s1600-h/BB12-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 62px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY77nl-paJI/AAAAAAAAAno/f3ufmT14tEk/s320/BB12-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300450469089994898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cooking is like making love...you do it well or you do not do it at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Harriet van Horne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I don't know about that quote I chose for today's post : )  Yesterday I was able to get into the kitchen and do some cooking and it felt good.  I started with a pot of cream of potato soup, followed by navy bean soup with ham...including a cornbread for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY7-mRJTYgI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cyH02iR7XjI/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY7-mRJTYgI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cyH02iR7XjI/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453744852558338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY7-20Bco9I/AAAAAAAAAn4/bGkWZrRo-Z0/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY7-20Bco9I/AAAAAAAAAn4/bGkWZrRo-Z0/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300454029092758482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't get a picture of the potato soup, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is holding her own for the moment, and looking forward to coming home on Thursday, the 12th. The plan is for her to go home and see how she fares.  I plan to make daily visits, perhaps more than one a day....so I just finished polishing my running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked up the needles so rarely lately there's no progress to share.  Really, just sitting here writing is pure joy today, albeit short-lived.  I'm off to a bridal shower and then to the hospital.  The weather here is warmer and sunny, and I've even heard a chirp or two from the other side of the window.....another blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are happy and feeling blessed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY8BxJEA-dI/AAAAAAAAAoA/eL0OdqAkdo8/s1600-h/BB29-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY8BxJEA-dI/AAAAAAAAAoA/eL0OdqAkdo8/s320/BB29-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300457230196341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark."&lt;br /&gt;~R. Tagore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/rabindranath_tagore/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-5483216765998586004?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5483216765998586004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5483216765998586004&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5483216765998586004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5483216765998586004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/whole-lotta-cookin-goin-on.html' title='Whole Lotta Cookin&apos; Goin On'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SY77nl-paJI/AAAAAAAAAno/f3ufmT14tEk/s72-c/BB12-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-2103555078403815833</id><published>2009-02-04T21:44:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:45:22.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Into Each Life A Little Rain Must Fall"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpS_-NpCpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6T0qwtETiOY/s1600-h/FA37-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpS_-NpCpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6T0qwtETiOY/s400/FA37-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299139170540259986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin?  The easiest explanation is that while I was away, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;just kept on happening.  The most difficult part is that my mom has been in the hospital for 10 days.  That sweet little thing began to bleed internally,  wound up getting four units of blood and enduring a 2 hour procedure.  Mom is currently on the Rehab floor, trying to build up her strength.  She is much changed, but I am hoping she'll be more herself once she is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the long days at the hospital I developed a cold that I can't seem to shake yet.  I have returned to work for the time being......I am being conservatively optimistic as to whether I will stay working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much has gotten accomplished here at the 'Acre or on the craft front.  I did, however, try something new to snack on and it's very easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop some lite popcorn (microwave is fine), shake out the unpopped kernels and set aside.  Next, melt 12 oz. of good quality white chocolate over a double boiler.  Pour over popcorn, mixing thoroughly.  Spread popcorn out on waxed or parchment paper, sprinkle with fine colored "sprinkles" and allow to set.  Store in an airtight container and enjoy. It's delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpVdfS7h5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/UKLYCdEnGCA/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpVdfS7h5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/UKLYCdEnGCA/s400/IMG_0758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299141876660275090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet &lt;a href="http://homespunquilts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for a picture meme....but it was a while ago and I've forgotten all the particulars.  So sorry to bungle this, Susan.  Despite my ineptness, I want to participate....so here's a picture of my two favorite girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpZNwqBuFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tWX6-Z0cjRE/s1600-h/105_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpZNwqBuFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tWX6-Z0cjRE/s400/105_0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299146004489156690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily Margaret with Grandma Margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I may have mentioned how much I enjoy Valentine's Day.  Earlier plans had me making some sweet cards and delicate posies...you never know.  I may surprise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, until next time, I'm going to be here &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;keeping it real &lt;/span&gt;and saying my prayers...with a little rain here and there to remind me that life is rolling on......and I better keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpb0xHTQFI/AAAAAAAAAng/8xnTHiNHzQw/s1600-h/FA11-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpb0xHTQFI/AAAAAAAAAng/8xnTHiNHzQw/s320/FA11-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299148873650094162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"They will be like a well-watered garden, and they will sorrow no more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jeremiah 31:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-2103555078403815833?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2103555078403815833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2103555078403815833&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2103555078403815833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2103555078403815833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/into-each-life-little-rain-must-fall.html' title='&quot;Into Each Life A Little Rain Must Fall&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SYpS_-NpCpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6T0qwtETiOY/s72-c/FA37-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-3063315973447961117</id><published>2009-01-17T11:13:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:43:33.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIO2ltFDTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/trBsaokykx0/s1600-h/FA38-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIO2ltFDTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/trBsaokykx0/s200/FA38-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292308843110665522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Answered prayers sometimes escape me....or so I used to think.  Early last year, a fervent prayer of mine was for patience.  With a graduation approaching and my mom's health at a turning point, I needed a patient heart&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; post-haste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  The days turned to weeks and then months....and then the other day, after a *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;stressful day, I realized I was dealing with everything&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; patiently&lt;/span&gt;.  Alone in the car, I stopped right then and there and thanked God.  My prayer had been answered, it just took me a little while to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIRn0dZEJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ZtoLMYUaa4U/s1600-h/FA40-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 39px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIRn0dZEJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ZtoLMYUaa4U/s400/FA40-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292311887908245650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I've said before, I never was much for thrifting.  Then along comes my daughter, Emily, who appreciates anything old and treasured.  So, every now and then I accompany Emily on her treasure hunts.  Last week we had good luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a covered candy dish, cake stand and open candy dish, which I want to use for soap in my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIP7hGezbI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PAQ2F390g3I/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIP7hGezbI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PAQ2F390g3I/s400/IMG_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292310027286007218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few teacups to add to the collection...&lt;br /&gt;...we found the saucer for this one at an estate sale a couple of months ago for ten cents.  The cup was a "must have" for a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIQPcHPStI/AAAAAAAAAlw/609y9uuTQBk/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIQPcHPStI/AAAAAAAAAlw/609y9uuTQBk/s400/IMG_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292310369544391378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love teacups with flowers...the little spoon is one from a whole slew that Emily collected as a little girl when we traveled, most found at Cracker Barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIQh_QNP5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/mkoeUF5r3Bs/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIQh_QNP5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/mkoeUF5r3Bs/s400/IMG_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292310688214892434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And...the best find of the day...a Nikko cup and saucer with a matching bread and butter plate, all for $2.50.  I am partial to the ivy design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIQ1bzhadI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WmYUQbmvnxU/s1600-h/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIQ1bzhadI/AAAAAAAAAmA/WmYUQbmvnxU/s400/IMG_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292311022296721874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em spied this little magazine table, so technically it's hers...but is staying cozy in my living room for now.  Thanks for getting me interested in yet another way to spend money, Honey. I'm sure Daddy really appreciates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIRHGPyOpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/wBqHdNAnvgk/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIRHGPyOpI/AAAAAAAAAmI/wBqHdNAnvgk/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292311325747329682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't need to start another project, but I did.  Timothy has asked for a sweater vest.  I bought some yarn, and then came across this pattern in a book I've had for many moons.  It is a 1930's pattern that calls for Patons Classic Wool.  Guess what kind of yarn I had picked up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIRZO1NrJI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/NVEO3FVpic0/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIRZO1NrJI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/NVEO3FVpic0/s400/IMG_0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292311637289446546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked a charcoal color....and I'm looking forward to the cables.  When I told Tim this is a slow knit, he said "that's ok, I'll have it for next winter, right?" My kinda guy...patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXISqC_Q6tI/AAAAAAAAAmg/LjuDKp6cjDs/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXISqC_Q6tI/AAAAAAAAAmg/LjuDKp6cjDs/s400/IMG_0703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292313025679780562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much news in these parts...I'm working every day next week and have several appointments scheduled for my mom the next.  Before we know it, Valentines Day will be here!  It's one of my favorite days...one in which I tend to spoil all the women in my life.  I have a couple of simple gift ideas, but can't show them until after the *heart* day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are in the midst of a deep freeze here, complete with below zero temperatures and more snow. I'm thankful for a warm home and plenty of work &amp;amp; play to keep me busy.  I hope you are all finding peace and, once in a while, an answered prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had absolutely no other place to go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;~Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5241340950677183663-3063315973447961117?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3063315973447961117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=3063315973447961117&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3063315973447961117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3063315973447961117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered Prayers'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SXIO2ltFDTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/trBsaokykx0/s72-c/FA38-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-7328385048824094219</id><published>2009-01-10T16:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:54:36.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Snow Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkWPIBxfJI/AAAAAAAAAkY/EowKsF1sx0g/s1600-h/RI51-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkWPIBxfJI/AAAAAAAAAkY/EowKsF1sx0g/s200/RI51-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289783686432128146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"If I know what love is, it is because of you.&lt;/span&gt;" ~ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Herman Hesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.1-love-quotes.com/cgi-bin/viewquotes.cgi?action=search&amp;amp;Author_First_Name=Herman&amp;amp;Author_Last_Name=Hesse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another snowy day here in Michigan. I have been a little under the weather again with the same allergy problem I had last month. I have since been to the doctor and will undergo more testing to find some relief.  It's funny, really....I never had one allergy problem until my early 40's.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywho, here's a picture I just took looking out the back. It's still coming down....but I haven't paid attention to how much we are supposed to get. I guess when the snow stops, I'll know : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkSxvzbwhI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9OH52QvR_xc/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkSxvzbwhI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9OH52QvR_xc/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779883178443282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to share a couple of special items I received for my birthday.  My friend, &lt;a href="http://www.creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt;, made me the cute cup and saucer pin cushion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkRw2aixSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/02tiocLbssM/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkRw2aixSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/02tiocLbssM/s400/IMG_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289778768261596450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and gifted me four fabulous books.  One for everything, crochet, knitting, sewing and scrapbooking.  Thanks for your love and friendship, Sherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkRoKkCfzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vl05YFyeVl4/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkRoKkCfzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vl05YFyeVl4/s400/IMG_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289778619051310898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet &lt;a href="http://www.livinvintage.blogspot.com"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; found this vintage key chain....she knows her mom pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkRWv0gpJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/BFdh8PdtWBo/s1600-h/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkRWv0gpJI/AAAAAAAAAjw/BFdh8PdtWBo/s400/IMG_0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289778319814861970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really opens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkRdhL1GjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/NZRGFOkYQAU/s1600-h/IMG_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkRdhL1GjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/NZRGFOkYQAU/s400/IMG_0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289778436145224242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Emily for&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your gift of love.  I'm so blessed that you're my girl.&lt;br /&gt;My son Timothy got me a favorite gift...the perfume and shower gel that I absolutely love.  Tim's best gift was for Christmas....can you believe he and a buddy went to Joann Fabrics, got me a gift card, and actually picked out a knitting magazine for me?  I wish I could have been a fly on the wall watching them pick out the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I did a little "thrifting" yesterday.  I plan to post on that booty tomorrow.  For now, I hope to get three pairs of pants cut out while the snow flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-7328385048824094219?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7328385048824094219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=7328385048824094219&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7328385048824094219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7328385048824094219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-snow-flies.html' title='As The Snow Flies'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SWkWPIBxfJI/AAAAAAAAAkY/EowKsF1sx0g/s72-c/RI51-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-97222586392954118</id><published>2009-01-02T00:19:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:29:42.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Hands, Happy Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2q0yufNMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/XTnHt7HmGcw/s1600-h/CS55-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286569361549505730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2q0yufNMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/XTnHt7HmGcw/s200/CS55-007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This New Year Bring Joy to Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greetings and salutations. After enjoying the busy holiday season, it feels so good to get back here....it brings joy to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My hands have surely been busy. First, a hat I finished for the hubby. I used Patons Classic Wool held together with Patons Decor, which made for a very cushy, soft hat....he likes it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2lf_kM5wI/AAAAAAAAAh8/53uyoNPAAz8/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286563506660632322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2lf_kM5wI/AAAAAAAAAh8/53uyoNPAAz8/s200/IMG_0657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One half of a pair of knitted slippers, part of the after-Christmas gifts I need to finish. The color on this picture isn't true, in real life it's a little brighter...this was also made holding two strands together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2nVikrLSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9sGrHiU_Y28/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286565526102551842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2nVikrLSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9sGrHiU_Y28/s200/IMG_0668.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gang from work came up with the idea for a Progressive Party. Since that's happening this Saturday, I got busy with some inexpensive hostess gifts. My busom buddy &lt;a href="http://creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt; gave me the idea. You use tumbled tiles, a paper image of your choosing, and decoupage glue. This was a very fun and easy project. I will be making more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2pns8jXMI/AAAAAAAAAic/KTvPu4ptzOM/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286568037147958466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2pns8jXMI/AAAAAAAAAic/KTvPu4ptzOM/s200/IMG_0650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2qInasyXI/AAAAAAAAAik/sVTlIWC4aWI/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286568602599475570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2qInasyXI/AAAAAAAAAik/sVTlIWC4aWI/s200/IMG_0651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2qiHPyIoI/AAAAAAAAAis/kGi2Ny3DWG4/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286569040640352898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2qiHPyIoI/AAAAAAAAAis/kGi2Ny3DWG4/s200/IMG_0649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2rkm8URXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/MUOos2R3qq4/s1600-h/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286570183020004722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2rkm8URXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/MUOos2R3qq4/s200/IMG_0656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here they are all wrapped in little checked bags...I made the cards, but I could use a class in cardmaking. The other little bags are filled with candy for placecard favors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2sdm1RrTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/dMvvJcpWZPA/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286571162243018034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2sdm1RrTI/AAAAAAAAAjE/dMvvJcpWZPA/s200/IMG_0661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2stja49sI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Te4AO-0kNbg/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286571436204947138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2stja49sI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Te4AO-0kNbg/s200/IMG_0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2s_8dToMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/75GMWClleFA/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286571752163614914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2s_8dToMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/75GMWClleFA/s200/IMG_0662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My heart is especially happy these days...it's heavenly to be home and tending to my loved ones. I haven't put my Christmas things away yet...I toyed with the idea of leaving them up until Epiphany, but I don't think I can hold out. Once the party is over on Saturday, I know I'll be eager to put away and organize. I have decided to move my sewing to the basement...it's too tight a squeeze in our bedroom. More on that later. For now, I want to wish you all a very Happy New Year, filled with much love, happiness, good health and blessings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2vJg7ooDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/X_fkgVJDfCA/s1600-h/CS50-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286574115596574770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2vJg7ooDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/X_fkgVJDfCA/s200/CS50-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Glory to God in highest heaven, Who unto man His Son hath given; While angels sing with tender mirth, A glad new year to all the earth."&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-97222586392954118?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/97222586392954118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=97222586392954118&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/97222586392954118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/97222586392954118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-hands-happy-heart.html' title='Busy Hands, Happy Heart'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SV2q0yufNMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/XTnHt7HmGcw/s72-c/CS55-007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4069965811286607690</id><published>2008-12-20T21:57:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:05:19.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2xYSFdyNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3yMUS8xszRM/s1600-h/CS37-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282072968705198290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2xYSFdyNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3yMUS8xszRM/s200/CS37-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas contentment? Not yet, but I think it's just around the corner. I'm not done shopping, still haven't baked, but I am done with the decorations. Here's a quick look around the acre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU21n28EoBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/kmDZDdG9dJg/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282077634342461458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU21n28EoBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/kmDZDdG9dJg/s200/IMG_0581.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The living room tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2ycq1ESxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cFyiRkYW0MA/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282074143578409746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2ycq1ESxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/cFyiRkYW0MA/s200/IMG_0625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The family room, too dark but you get the idea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2y0saji8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/0Jao8NBMPbY/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282074556320943042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2y0saji8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/0Jao8NBMPbY/s200/IMG_0616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A snowman that I made many years ago...he's got a bird's nest on his shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2zRYr83jI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VND3qVMKdtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282075049241402930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2zRYr83jI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VND3qVMKdtQ/s200/IMG_0614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some sweet things on a table Glen made me one year for my birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2ztI8VbnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MB_PRl_N0zI/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282075526051491442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2ztI8VbnI/AAAAAAAAAg0/MB_PRl_N0zI/s200/IMG_0611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The nativity...the most important addition to the Christmas decorations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU20Dk4OGAI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TzPnf_Sk3HA/s1600-h/IMG_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282075911507548162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU20Dk4OGAI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TzPnf_Sk3HA/s200/IMG_0613.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little "village." Each piece is small and was given to me by the kids when they were wee ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282076718798010930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU20ykRQ-jI/AAAAAAAAAhM/30j0c1nEm6k/s200/IMG_0603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A better view of the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the highlights. I enjoy all my Christmas things....and still I think I could live without it all. The older I get the less I seem to need.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have a couple of gifts planned for post-Christmas giving and one for Christmas day. I have a watchcap on the needles for the hubby that I think I can get done for Thursday. I want to make some pajamas for two good friends, but we won't be seeing each other until  somtime in January, so that's a big "WHEW." I can start those after Sunday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm hosting the in-laws for Christmas on the 27th. Then it's my birthday and New Year's Eve, which will probably find us at home again this year. My mom will be here and maybe I'll fix something different for dinner.  Any ideas?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My post wouldn't be complete without my blessings list...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...vaseline, which is helping the chapped lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...the patience God is bestowing on me as I get older, I couldn't manage without it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...knitting...it brings me so much joy and &lt;em&gt;contentment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...my bread machine, rediscovered after a long exile, its hum is music to my ears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...my go-to pants pattern...so worn but so loved&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...candlelight, which warms my heart in so many ways &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...after Tuesday, no work until January 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am looking forward to finishing up shopping tomorrow and doing some baking on Tuesday evening.  Candlelight service on Christmas Eve and home for "breakfast." I make a version of the Bob Evans breakfast casserole, a cinnamon streusal cake and fresh fruit for our evening meal after church.  What are your plans? Wherever you are and wherever you'll be, I hope you are finding peace and feeling contented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU26zM9QoAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pxTaiK81Gjc/s1600-h/CS35-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282083326789722114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU26zM9QoAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pxTaiK81Gjc/s200/CS35-007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach." ~ Lin Yu-t'ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-4069965811286607690?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4069965811286607690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4069965811286607690&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4069965811286607690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4069965811286607690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-contentment.html' title='Christmas Contentment'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SU2xYSFdyNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3yMUS8xszRM/s72-c/CS37-006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-910062239586840674</id><published>2008-12-12T00:54:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:07:08.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plum Pudding And The Bread of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUH-dnW23hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MJUvQgSh0V0/s1600-h/plumpudding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278780022989446674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUH-dnW23hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MJUvQgSh0V0/s200/plumpudding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've been down with colds here, but hopefully we're all on the mend. I'm behind, but looking to make up for lost time.  Once the decorating is complete, I'll turn my attention to baking (a real joy for me).  The picture above is all about plum pudding. My mom tells me my great-grandma made plum pudding with "hard sauce." Anybody know of a recipe? I have come across one or two, but haven't tried it yet. A few years ago I made fruitcake by request (Mom's), and it was pretty good....moist and sweet. This year Mom has talked of nothing but date bars. That will be first on my baking list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I first encountered the blogging world, I came across so many interesting blogs to read. I'm not sure how I found &lt;a href="http://chroniclesofyaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yaya&lt;/a&gt; (or she found me), but I have been so blessed since I did. Since first "meeting," we have enjoyed a lovely friendship. A couple days ago, I was uplifted by a wonderful surprise from Idalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIAuri7ewI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rPXfLGxLAIA/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278782515194854146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIAuri7ewI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rPXfLGxLAIA/s200/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A package filled to the brim with several lovely items, many handmade. Thank you, Idalia, for your thoughtful kindness to me.  Feast your eyes on this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIBPXABLNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/R3SLCoaIGVc/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278783076615400658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIBPXABLNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/R3SLCoaIGVc/s200/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet banner, machine embroidered by Idalia. This will stay up all year....I have to find just the right spot.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIBu6AMLhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/p8yRnfsZYYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278783618587307538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIBu6AMLhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/p8yRnfsZYYQ/s200/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some delicious carmel sauce from Mexico....it's made with goat's milk.  Ice cream is going on the grocery list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUICJD8dbzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iDQaNrvX1e0/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278784067932614450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUICJD8dbzI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iDQaNrvX1e0/s200/IMG_0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A machine-embroidered towel, in the softest terry I've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIChqJV4KI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ELUavyeKzwE/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278784490504052898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIChqJV4KI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ELUavyeKzwE/s200/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Handmade ornaments and two....yes TWO...lavendar sachets. Oh, if you could only smell the sweet fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIDCC17ZLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/_BNxGO_cn-o/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278785046889325746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIDCC17ZLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/_BNxGO_cn-o/s200/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Idalia also included several handmade yo-yo's and some Earl Grey cream tea, from the English Tea Store. I know I'm ringing the same 'ole bell, but I am so blessed these last months, I can hardly believe it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only certain thing about life these days is that it's very uncertain. My days don't seem to be my own anymore, and I'm trying to take it all in stride. Jesus told us not to heed earthly cares, for He is our bread of life.....we have all we need as long as we have Him.  As you know, my blessings are abundant, and here's a few of them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jesus....my Lord and Savior....my bread of life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweet friends that make my days happier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dishwasher...I realized tonight as I loaded her up how happy I am to have this convenience.....I mean, a girl can only do so many dishes by hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hot tea....heaven on earth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;#2 pencils....freshly sharpened with a soft eraser (because I make a lot of mistakes : 0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next time I hope to have some picture of my &lt;em&gt;finished &lt;/em&gt;Christmas decorations. I made good headway today. I'm keeping you all in my prayers....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIJ1ZODCLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/D9fRCd4Srys/s1600-h/Jesus_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278792526139164850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUIJ1ZODCLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/D9fRCd4Srys/s200/Jesus_025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty."  John 6:35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-910062239586840674?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/910062239586840674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=910062239586840674&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/910062239586840674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/910062239586840674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/plum-pudding-and-bread-of-life.html' title='Plum Pudding And The Bread of Life'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SUH-dnW23hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MJUvQgSh0V0/s72-c/plumpudding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4968451170511765293</id><published>2008-12-06T17:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:07:40.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peppermint Tea and A Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STr9_pV9_oI/AAAAAAAAAek/y-bLHspvL-g/s1600-h/CS38-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276809183289540226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STr9_pV9_oI/AAAAAAAAAek/y-bLHspvL-g/s200/CS38-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greetings from snowy Michigan. We woke up to a winter scene....not a lot of snow, but enough to get one in the mood for Christmas. Sadly, I didn't snap a picture before dark...you'll just have to take my word for it : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent all morning and afternoon over at my mom's doing lots of things around the house and getting her ready for church tomorrow. Boy, the time flies when I'm over there. She loves the company and I love her, so I guess that works. When I came home, this is what I did next....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STsDbVYJRmI/AAAAAAAAAes/Kttqrf3LFQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276815156524435042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STsDbVYJRmI/AAAAAAAAAes/Kttqrf3LFQ8/s200/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some peppermint tea and red sparkly nail polish for the toesies. I like being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Short post tonight....I'm off to the Advent Tea at church. Good friends, a good message and more tea! What more could a girl ask for? Hope you are warm and cozy tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STsEzclgXXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/iNnE-6wOAws/s1600-h/CS42-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276816670288010610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STsEzclgXXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/iNnE-6wOAws/s200/CS42-006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; "If you are cold, tea will warm you.  If you are too heated, it will cool you.  If you are depressed, it will cheer you.  If you are excited, it will calm you."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Gladstone, 1865&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-4968451170511765293?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4968451170511765293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4968451170511765293&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4968451170511765293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4968451170511765293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/peppermint-tea-and-christmas-tree.html' title='Peppermint Tea and A Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STr9_pV9_oI/AAAAAAAAAek/y-bLHspvL-g/s72-c/CS38-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5363162609843519313</id><published>2008-12-04T00:10:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:49:55.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings Near and Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfHsddy6TI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PdFZzCDT9mk/s1600-h/CS17-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275905055125596466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfHsddy6TI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PdFZzCDT9mk/s200/CS17-006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Christmas angels to and fro, bent on deeds of kindness go." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today when I came home, there was a surprise waiting for me. My friend &lt;a href="http://kathrynintheloft.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt; sent a lovely care package for me, all the way from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275798834757057730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STdnFnwdPMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TTN1Lw5HveY/s200/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kathryn, your kindness was just the "pickmeup" I needed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfIlUBNscI/AAAAAAAAAd8/kFt8V5l9S-o/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275906031842341314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfIlUBNscI/AAAAAAAAAd8/kFt8V5l9S-o/s200/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Included in the parcel was a calendar with beautiful pictures of Australia, some biscuits called "TimTams".... not found around these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STdpGunA4SI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kYVDrWbZuD8/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275801052799623458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STdpGunA4SI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kYVDrWbZuD8/s200/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some lovely lace, and cotton and silk embroidery thread, hand-dyed by a "lady in the country." Also, the pattern I requested and can't wait to try. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STdr5VNG0SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/hCinVQX7NeI/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275804121176658210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STdr5VNG0SI/AAAAAAAAAdU/hCinVQX7NeI/s200/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love everything...the thread colors are favorites. Thank you Kathryn for your thoughtfulness.....you are a blessing to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found a picture for Mom's room, we were both delighted with it...a really good fit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfFDi080kI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7mj-W8mR7L4/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275902153167000130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfFDi080kI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7mj-W8mR7L4/s200/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's beginning to look a&lt;em&gt; little&lt;/em&gt; like Christmas around here. I usually keep the same wreath on the fireplace during the holidays that I have there all the time, but this year I wanted to try something new. I still have to put up a slim tree next to the fireplace...I'm working slower than ever before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfG098gv-I/AAAAAAAAAds/63sr37neSzs/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275904101771689954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfG098gv-I/AAAAAAAAAds/63sr37neSzs/s200/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight was the first Advent service. Not many people, but so peaceful. I am blessed to have my church so close to home, which makes getting there midweek even easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am also thankful for the blessings of...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....my mom, and the quality time we spend with each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....a warm coat, and I've been needing it...&lt;em&gt;chilly here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....my crock pot, good for busy days &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....all the wonderful people I have met through blogging. Even though you all dwell far from me, it's so nice to have you close in heart....and on the computer screen : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfPs5CU5EI/AAAAAAAAAec/ftPdlbTbD8I/s1600-h/CS26-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275913858619597890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfPs5CU5EI/AAAAAAAAAec/ftPdlbTbD8I/s200/CS26-005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friends are kisses blown to us by angels."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~Author Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-5363162609843519313?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5363162609843519313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5363162609843519313&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5363162609843519313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5363162609843519313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessings-near-and-far.html' title='Blessings Near and Far'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/STfHsddy6TI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PdFZzCDT9mk/s72-c/CS17-006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6110563017579978817</id><published>2008-11-24T18:19:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:20:46.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings and Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzV9wS3Z3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/VBpn02xDoho/s1600-h/FA49-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272824520656775026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzV9wS3Z3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/VBpn02xDoho/s200/FA49-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, the room for my mom is d.o.n.e.! I am happy to be able to cross this big project off my to-do list. I'll start with the before and during photos. I must say again that I am not a good photographer....I'm unable to capture great pictures. But, you'll get the general idea.&lt;br /&gt;Just before I moved everything out of my sewing room.....what a mess, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272370607565106530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSs5IiQg7WI/AAAAAAAAAa8/xsspDwXLeY8/s200/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The hubby is messy while he paints, but everything turns out beautiful. He does nice work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSs4LcTJ9XI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VySN9jo97bc/s1600-h/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272369557993551218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSs4LcTJ9XI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VySN9jo97bc/s200/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from the hallway....the picture is too dark....told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzYSbmMfEI/AAAAAAAAAck/Uj5ZDcWtnCI/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272827074901212226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzYSbmMfEI/AAAAAAAAAck/Uj5ZDcWtnCI/s200/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A brighter picture. I am happy with most of the changes. The window treatments were an unexpected struggle, and not exactly what I had in mind. My mom likes them, so that's the most important thing. The only thing left to do is find some sweet things for the walls. That may take a while....I am loathe to put holes in these freshly painted walls until I find something I love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzPfybWV4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/d6-x8WxzsFM/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272817408763385730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzPfybWV4I/AAAAAAAAAb8/d6-x8WxzsFM/s200/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272805697386622370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzE2GJiraI/AAAAAAAAAbc/L7aIFwlmZ0E/s200/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I was thrilled to find this lamp. It has a little light under the shade, perfect for my mom during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzECoZWyvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/k69lC_VusoE/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272804813226560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzECoZWyvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/k69lC_VusoE/s200/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every girl needs a satin heart pillow. There's enough fabric left for two small square pillows with cute ball fringe trim. That's down on my to-do list for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272808615023254802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzHf7MUnRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UF0cbkSDhR0/s200/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A trinket box with, *be still my heart*, a &lt;em&gt;purse &lt;/em&gt;on it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzZ-AiWKBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6U-xvOKixbM/s1600-h/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272828923063183378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzZ-AiWKBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6U-xvOKixbM/s200/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure exactly how things will pan out around here. My mom may "commute" between here and her house, which is only two streets over. Time will tell...she grows more frail by the week. Although I know there will be many a bump, I pray daily for patience and strength. Change is good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thanksgiving is around the corner, I want to add to my thanksgivings list tonight. I could continue this list forever, and still not mention all my blessings. Right now I am so thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....warmth, because I just can't seem to shake the cold the last few months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...my son, Timothy, who makes me laugh every day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...my washer and dryer...you know how I feel about laundry : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...books, because without the written word, life would be so bland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...lemons and cinnamon...they spice up my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...Emily, my girl...whom I see so much of myself in, and yet I'm so grateful she is her own person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...lower gas prices&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...music sweet music&lt;a align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This post has been a long time coming. I had thought to have more pictures, but once I began to upload them realized these were the best of the lot. Many thanks to all of you for your encouragement during this big project. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope as you celebrate Thanksgiving with your loved ones, you'll be able to seize a moment of peace and find an opportunity to really see all there is to be thankful for. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzSfEWHRWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NiYS-CKrSQY/s1600-h/FN03-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272820694928278882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzSfEWHRWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NiYS-CKrSQY/s200/FN03-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Give&lt;em&gt; thanks&lt;/em&gt; to the Lord, call on His name, make known among the nations what He has done." 1Chronicles 16:2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-6110563017579978817?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6110563017579978817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=6110563017579978817&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6110563017579978817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6110563017579978817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/endings-and-beginnings.html' title='Endings and Beginnings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSzV9wS3Z3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/VBpn02xDoho/s72-c/FA49-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8993038010151448925</id><published>2008-11-21T18:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:54:49.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance and Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSdGZE1nVZI/AAAAAAAAAac/YOtukO66RnU/s1600-h/RI32-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271259285469746578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSdGZE1nVZI/AAAAAAAAAac/YOtukO66RnU/s200/RI32-007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a romantic picture, eh? It reminds me of Romeo and Juliet. Romeo and Juliet remind me of theatre. Thinking of the theatre reminds me of the first time my beloved took me to see "The Nutcracker." It was just before Christmas when we were dating. I had always wanted to go but had never been. He, being the new beau....the &lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt;.....got the tickets and surprised me. It was truly lovely. I am so thankful for the beautiful memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am working &lt;em&gt;feverishly&lt;/em&gt; on the valance for Mom.....in between playing with my blog (what do you think, by the way)......and myriad other tasks.  Tomorrow...tomorrow is the day I will complete my project.  Hopefully next time you stop by, there will be show and tell. Until then, I hope you find peace and a little &lt;em&gt;romance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSdJFVrFOvI/AAAAAAAAAas/VosmSisUd6w/s1600-h/RI35-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271262244926470898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSdJFVrFOvI/AAAAAAAAAas/VosmSisUd6w/s200/RI35-005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-8993038010151448925?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8993038010151448925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8993038010151448925&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8993038010151448925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8993038010151448925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/romance-and-changes.html' title='Romance and Changes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSdGZE1nVZI/AAAAAAAAAac/YOtukO66RnU/s72-c/RI32-007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-1616597377853163546</id><published>2008-11-16T22:23:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:58:51.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDvGBeGIRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zGOGnTnpxIk/s1600-h/CS29-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269474450776400146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDvGBeGIRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zGOGnTnpxIk/s320/CS29-007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday...such a good day. It has been an interesting weekend around here. First of all, look what we got today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDklJUS7xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/PVOs-LEm6zM/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269462890830819090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDklJUS7xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/PVOs-LEm6zM/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I was born and raised here in Michigan, the first snowfall always excites me and gets me thinking about the holidays and Christmas decorating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDlWOtoW-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/J0qMCjIQ8k0/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269463734092848098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDlWOtoW-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/J0qMCjIQ8k0/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No &lt;em&gt;Christmas &lt;/em&gt;decorations yet, but I have been &lt;em&gt;decorating&lt;/em&gt;. Last night I started the sheers for my mom's room. Since I moved my sewing machine into my bedroom, it was a tight squeeze working with 6 yards of sheer fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDmUapu8HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tZ4OmywpdzU/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269464802449617010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDmUapu8HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tZ4OmywpdzU/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I moved the whole operation out to my dining room table. The picture doesn't really show it, but there's lots more room to work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465359658880290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDm02axjSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YrCFVnZfdKw/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Today I was able to finish and hang the sheers. Now I remember why I'm not crazy about working with this delicate material. I'm glad that part is done : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDoE6OLJ-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/kSCFfRrO_ws/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466735069308898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDoE6OLJ-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/kSCFfRrO_ws/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please forgive the crooked picture....I still have to maintain some secrecy until the final unveiling...hopefully sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I reconnected with my good friend, &lt;a href="http://zero2grandma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jan&lt;/a&gt;, last month when she was in town for a visit. We met about 18 years ago at a meeting of the National Sewing Guild. Eventually a small group of us began to meet on our own each month. We have had so many good times. Sadly, Jan and her family moved to Las Vegas a year or two ago and she is so missed! Warm, funny, and a very talented seamstress, Jan was the glue that held us all together. Another friend from the group has mentioned a possible Christmas get together, though, so there's still hope for us yet. Be sure to check out Jan's new blog....she is just getting started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before I end this post, I want to continue my thanksgivings. They are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...good friends to share laughs and sewing with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...my thimble...how I love my thimble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...my first-floor laundry, which makes me happy every day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...my strong husband, who is there for me always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...snow, snow, snow to remind me that seasons change&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...songs that remind me that God never changes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This morning we sang "Amazing Grace" at church. This verse is a favorite, and one I will leave you with. When I read and sing these words, my worries seem to melt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Through many dangers, toils and snares&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have already come;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His grace has brought me safe thus far,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His grace will lead me home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDwQfIhLvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/VgCAz8pl1E0/s1600-h/FA23-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269475730049281778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDwQfIhLvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/VgCAz8pl1E0/s320/FA23-006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-1616597377853163546?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1616597377853163546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=1616597377853163546&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1616597377853163546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1616597377853163546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/sheer-madness.html' title='Sheer Madness'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SSDvGBeGIRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zGOGnTnpxIk/s72-c/CS29-007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-1180815071862937504</id><published>2008-11-13T20:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:30:05.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzegwpkIwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tGXzfegTNFQ/s1600-h/FN41-013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268330318513054466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzegwpkIwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tGXzfegTNFQ/s320/FN41-013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple weeks ago I met a beekeeper at a craft show. Did you know I'm very interested in beekeeping? The recent plight of the honeybees has made me wonder what in tarnation is going on with them. The lady that I met lives very close to me, in a suburban area, and loves her bees. You never know, someday I may acquire a new hobby. Until then, I'll stick with this lovely Almond Body Butter and Honey Bee Spice Soap. If only you could have a whiff of their delicious fragrance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzbtr4Qr6I/AAAAAAAAAX8/lO14-xHH-nM/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268327242035933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzbtr4Qr6I/AAAAAAAAAX8/lO14-xHH-nM/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzcGAV2yBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qMlZp0Q9jvY/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268327659845634066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzcGAV2yBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qMlZp0Q9jvY/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was a good day. I met a good friend for lunch. We haven't seen each other in over a year. It took us a while, but we caught up with each other's doings. I brought my camera, mentioned to Diane that I wanted to get a picture.....and never did. Too much talk and not enough action apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My continued thanksgivings are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...friends, where would we be without them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...nail polish~a little pleasure I enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...needle and thread, need I say more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...my faith, because without it I'd be completely inconsolable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...environmentally-friendly dish soap that I found at Costco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it and feel so green when I use it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A shortie post today. I'm off to knit the heel flap on my current socks. There's lots to be done around here, but somehow it feels like that heel flap is the most important right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzeTSkKmdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/55tB3o_tdAw/s1600-h/FN40-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268330087099046354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzeTSkKmdI/AAAAAAAAAYM/55tB3o_tdAw/s320/FN40-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How doth the little busy bee improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day from every opening flower." ~Isaac Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5241340950677183663-1180815071862937504?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1180815071862937504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=1180815071862937504&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1180815071862937504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/1180815071862937504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRzegwpkIwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/tGXzfegTNFQ/s72-c/FN41-013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6304366744173278187</id><published>2008-11-11T15:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:39:09.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About Teacups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRnyDtTMKyI/AAAAAAAAAXE/G0iYdEgASJ4/s1600-h/teacuptuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267507384700119842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRnyDtTMKyI/AAAAAAAAAXE/G0iYdEgASJ4/s320/teacuptuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am taking a page out of &lt;a href="http://http//sincerelysusiehomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie's &lt;/a&gt;book and joining in the fun with Teacup Tuesday. Most of my teacups were generously given to me by my father-in-law after my mother-in-law passed away. Evelyn loved beautiful dishes, especially teacups. This pretty little cup is perhaps my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRnysIuBZKI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ey2X1gphv-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267508079255184546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRnysIuBZKI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ey2X1gphv-Q/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside has a sweet little flower....to enjoy the view whilst you sip, I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267508642365285026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRnzM6d7oqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yIOwt6KgIbM/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The bottom is interesting, too. The cup is hand numbered, and I wonder if the name of the pattern is "Elizabethan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRnzyKl4A0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/QX2zklUmV-4/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267509282348729154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRnzyKl4A0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/QX2zklUmV-4/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am pleased to say I have at least one finished object to report. As I mentioned, I lost my other one, so this sweet scarf is a keeper for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267510292305432722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRn0s8-UUJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/E5nkGUb4-GA/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; ...and the little snowman pin is a favorite. He came along a few years ago during a pre-season clearance sale. He's resided on this coat ever since. I'm always so happy to see him, despite the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267510961005793362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRn1T4E6EFI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E1NhxJbf_BQ/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is pretty gray and cold here. The weather makes me mellow and introspective. A good thing, because there's lots to think about.  I'm keeping my thoughts on the positive today....  Hope you are, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRn5INGtmwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Tt9BvW78bns/s1600-h/FA37-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267515158538590978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRn5INGtmwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Tt9BvW78bns/s320/FA37-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about such things." Philippians 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-6304366744173278187?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6304366744173278187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=6304366744173278187&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6304366744173278187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6304366744173278187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinking-about-teacups.html' title='Thinking About Teacups'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRnyDtTMKyI/AAAAAAAAAXE/G0iYdEgASJ4/s72-c/teacuptuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6100373034000716033</id><published>2008-11-07T13:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:38:55.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pear Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSLF_lTFoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/sGCtmbNvD1w/s1600-h/FN56-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265986799386433154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSLF_lTFoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/sGCtmbNvD1w/s320/FN56-005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The older I get, the more my appreciation for nature grows. When I'm outside I feel closer to God. Working in the garden is a real "tranquilizer" for me, too. So, it's all good. A couple of springs ago I found this little pear tree tucked in a corner at Lowes. I loved the shape and needed to add some foliage around here. After spending about $37 and a few minutes to convince the hubby, the tree was on its way home. In the spring, it blooms white, but I had no idea until its first fall home that my little tree would be so&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;delightfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSLlWIZgMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZweqLP6a6Qk/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265987338015178946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSLlWIZgMI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZweqLP6a6Qk/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this picture does not do it justice. It's raining today and I'm off to find some trim for a set of pillows that I have a hankering to make. I have the fabric, I have the forms, but somehow forgot about the all-important trim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSPPANhWpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RVK7dVspcHY/s1600-h/IMG_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265991352220474002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSPPANhWpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RVK7dVspcHY/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In keeping with the fall color scheme I seem to be partial to, I'm looking for something in the rusty brown or burgundy family. Being the simple girl I am, don't be surprised if the trim is plain. These pillows are to spruce up my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Many bloggers are expressing their gratitude for all that they are thankful for. I'm following suit here, although it may happen sporatically....I'm terribly scatter-brained these days. So....today my thanksgivings are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Bible and my dictionary....my two favorite books, ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My love of making things.....no matter how they turn out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My children....the greatest gift God has ever given me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sense of humor....which gets me through many a rough spot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trees......beautiful trees and nature all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already planning my Thanksgiving menu. All the standards, but I hope to make a new dish or two. Send any of your good recipes my way. Until then, when next you see a beautiful tree, think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSXd8GZztI/AAAAAAAAAW0/XuSKl_NfPpM/s1600-h/FN17-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266000404907937490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSXd8GZztI/AAAAAAAAAW0/XuSKl_NfPpM/s320/FN17-005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-6100373034000716033?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6100373034000716033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=6100373034000716033&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6100373034000716033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6100373034000716033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/pear-tree.html' title='A Pear Tree'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRSLF_lTFoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/sGCtmbNvD1w/s72-c/FN56-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-2248717717261844499</id><published>2008-11-05T11:37:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:51:21.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering on Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;"Are not all angels ministering&lt;br /&gt;spirits sent to serve those who will inherit&lt;br /&gt;salvation?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hebrews 2:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHYZSbf3jI/AAAAAAAAAV8/c5ya8I6Hecc/s1600-h/FA14-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265227368328322610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHYZSbf3jI/AAAAAAAAAV8/c5ya8I6Hecc/s320/FA14-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHSmRO3vVI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ku3a0MC5fJ0/s1600-h/FA38-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and I had a discussion yesterday about angels. I told her that God created angels to keep watch over us here on earth. Then, when I got home, I checked "the book" to make sure. I have heard many people tell of a personal experience with an angel. Although I have not had one myself, I believe. Usually the common thread is that the angel appears as a human being, but is there one minute and gone the next. My aunt believes it was an angel that sat with her while waiting for EMS after a bad car accident. My uncle and cousin were in the car, but they didn't see the woman. My aunt was fully conscious the entire time, by the way. Do you believe in angels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful does not begin to describe our weather here today. Somewhere in the 70's and sunshine. I cleaned out the rest of my flower beds....a job that I thought would have to wait until spring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I went to a quilt shop operated by some sweet gals. They have just lovely fabric, but the real reason I like to go there is the friendly faces. Have you ever gone into a quilt shop or knit shop and been met with the not-quite friendly faces? Anyway, these gals were planning to move a few blocks to a larger place on November 1st, so I guess I'll just have to go back and check it out. Meanwhile the two Christmas pieces are going to wind up in aprons, and the gardening piece in the center will too, but I don't know for who yet. Several years ago I made lots of aprons for gifts, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;don't have one......so, I plan to make a full apron, since I spill almost everything on the "upper half." Do you wear aprons, and which do you prefer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHNnSxdJaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/apOXk5Kxoo4/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265215514310682018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHNnSxdJaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/apOXk5Kxoo4/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promised myself no new projects until I completed the ones I already have going, but I couldn't resist this one. I had the yarn in the stash, and just lost a favorite scarf. Also, I do like to have a crochet project going.....just to keep things interesting. It's another Anne scarf....very fun and easy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHMOhSLH0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/RXUChF-LO-k/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265213989197651778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHMOhSLH0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/RXUChF-LO-k/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of crochet, here is a doily (while blocking) I made my mom last year. Thread crochet is probably my favorite. I would love to do more, but I am beginning to have the problem of what to do with everything I make. I'm making it sound like I make just &lt;em&gt;tons&lt;/em&gt; of things (which I don't), but you know what I mean. Maybe if I take up quilting.....Do you always make a project with someone/something in mind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHQNmI5QJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Qi1NspkqD60/s1600-h/IMG_2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265218371367551122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHQNmI5QJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Qi1NspkqD60/s320/IMG_2504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though I'm not a particularly nosey person, I certainly asked some questions this post. I guess I'm in a curious mood. That doesn't happen too often....do I have too much time on my hands? Until I meet you here again, may you always have your guardian angel nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHXYeWt7QI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HGA8GVe3hho/s1600-h/FA20-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265226254838000898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHXYeWt7QI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HGA8GVe3hho/s320/FA20-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for&lt;br /&gt;curiosity." ~Ellen Parr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-2248717717261844499?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2248717717261844499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2248717717261844499&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2248717717261844499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2248717717261844499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-not-all-angels-ministering-spirits.html' title='Just Wondering on Wednesday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SRHYZSbf3jI/AAAAAAAAAV8/c5ya8I6Hecc/s72-c/FA14-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8422437099272819534</id><published>2008-11-03T17:49:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:04:04.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sewing rules once again here at the Acre. Although, sadly, I have not one picture to show....rest assured I am lining up lots of projects for the coming weeks. For one thing, I need some new clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-BBTNAt2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/e9CgBWQ664I/s1600-h/CS41-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264568348754098018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-BBTNAt2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/e9CgBWQ664I/s320/CS41-008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....and work has continued on the bedroom for my mom. The hubby was good to his word and finished painting this weekend. I am really happy with the color. A week or so ago I had my mom look at the fabric for a new window treatment and she had a good time picking everything out. She insisted there be sheers involved, so I caved on that but stuck to my guns on the pinch pleats. I can do pinch pleats, have done many pinch pleats, even perhaps &lt;em&gt;excel &lt;/em&gt;at pinch pleats, but somehow it's just not in me this go 'round. Besides, aren't they "out" now, anyway? I still need to tweak the final design.....but I'm supremely thrilled to have gotten all the fabric and lining for 50% off. Here's a teaser for the finished room. When it's done, I'll show before, during and after photos. What do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think of the color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-Db-TwVHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OFaLPOHsJf4/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264571006024963186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-Db-TwVHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OFaLPOHsJf4/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I read about making scarves for the Winter Olympic athletes at &lt;a href="http://www.woolwindings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Woolwindings&lt;/a&gt;. Tracy is a big inspiration to me when it comes to knitting. I was unable to link directly her post about this project, so surf around 'til you find it....you'll enjoy yourself. I had trouble finding the yarn locally here, so I wound up ordering the blue. It arrived the other day and I had fun winding it into 1.75 oz balls. I am going to split the yarn with my mom...I'm hoping this project will be good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-F8GXwsuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6MLxdUPQtMI/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264573756968317666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-F8GXwsuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6MLxdUPQtMI/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my continuing effort to clean things up and simplify, I dug out this little sweater that I started earlier in the year. It's for a special little sweetie that I'll tell you more about later. I held it up to her today and was pleased to see it should still fit. I've started the first sleeve, and hope to crank right along to get it done before the holidays. This pattern is called the Wonderful Wallaby, and so far it has been a pretty wonderful knit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-HF60VACI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ngfb19DolEA/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264575025177231394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-HF60VACI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ngfb19DolEA/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-QlHm3j4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/F8J8BQfb7lQ/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264585456791031682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-QlHm3j4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/F8J8BQfb7lQ/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My lovely daughter gifted me with this delightful vintage tea towel....I'm crazy about it! My little girl turned 21 this past week. Emily is a treasure beyond my wildest dreams. There's so many special things I could list about her, but Emily will always be loved for her sweet and generous heart. You are a true blessing, Honey. Happy, happy birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-NKZHaxFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vj2M4HF4l3w/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264581699099608146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-NKZHaxFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vj2M4HF4l3w/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the&lt;br /&gt;joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future."&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-LIkyIH_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/xv6UcwpKPz4/s1600-h/CS40-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264579468848537586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-LIkyIH_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/xv6UcwpKPz4/s320/CS40-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow's the big election, and I don't have to return to work until next Monday. The week ahead looks to be a busy and exciting one for everyone in some way or another, and in the midst of it all, I hope you find many moments of peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-8422437099272819534?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8422437099272819534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8422437099272819534&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8422437099272819534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8422437099272819534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/sewing-rules-once-again-here-at-acre.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQ-BBTNAt2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/e9CgBWQ664I/s72-c/CS41-008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-352469864309599726</id><published>2008-10-26T14:50:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:43:51.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or*ga*nize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:  to arrange or form into a coherent unity or functioning whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQTGDachl0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nGC9rn9YOBg/s1600-h/FA31-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261548026616452930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQTGDachl0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nGC9rn9YOBg/s320/FA31-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today has been a bit different. Look what just fell about 30 minutes ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQS9l8CN9gI/AAAAAAAAATs/QuolXmhD5B8/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261538724143822338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQS9l8CN9gI/AAAAAAAAATs/QuolXmhD5B8/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQS9J3qVonI/AAAAAAAAATk/lgfVAeA4WHM/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261538241933582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQS9J3qVonI/AAAAAAAAATk/lgfVAeA4WHM/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like snow, but it's HAIL. Sure we have gotten hail before, just not that often. It was a sight, and then it got quite cold. Now it's sunny and pleasant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night found me sewing more of the little pincushions. I tried something new, too....with a little saucer from an estate sale for $.25. I got the idea for the rosettes, &lt;a href="http://http//blog.betzwhite.com/2008/10/pomander-tutorial.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQS_JEr5X0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UdYlhFZ_Kc4/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261540427273166658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQS_JEr5X0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UdYlhFZ_Kc4/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love making the square pincushions, but if I make any more of the rosette type, it will be in the future. Things are getting a little busy around here and now is time for prioritizing. If I'm not careful, my to-do list could make me crazy.&lt;p align="center"&gt;A short post today. I miss writing more, but I'm off to check the &lt;em&gt;list&lt;/em&gt;. Until next time, I hope you are exactly where you want to be, with someone you think the world of, and not worried about crossing off another item on your to-do list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQTFDuoUr5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Oen5gEuPeoY/s1600-h/FA28-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261546932523020178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQTFDuoUr5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Oen5gEuPeoY/s320/FA28-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"For though I am absent from you in body, I am present with you in spirit and delight to see how &lt;em&gt;orderly&lt;/em&gt; you are and how firm your faith in Christ is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Colossians 2:5~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-352469864309599726?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/352469864309599726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=352469864309599726&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/352469864309599726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/352469864309599726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-times.html' title='Sunday Times'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SQTGDachl0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nGC9rn9YOBg/s72-c/FA31-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-2195751428373662011</id><published>2008-10-19T09:02:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:29:43.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There Was An Egg, A Pincushion, and An Award, But Not in That Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsx9yl_M2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/o9nnL6gd1eI/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258851927508071266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsx9yl_M2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/o9nnL6gd1eI/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to &lt;a href="http://sincerelysusiehomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie&lt;/a&gt; for the Best Friends award. I "met" Susie through blogland and we have much in common. New friends are the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;! These little buttons tickle my fancy. I'm sending my love and this award to some new friends with blogs that I really enjoy...&lt;a href="http://kathrynintheloft.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathryn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lacehearts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lace Hearts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sherscreativeexpressions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sher&lt;/a&gt;, and an "old" friend whose blog I have enjoyed for some time, &lt;a href="http://smockityfrocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Connie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsxmozsQeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XIfzvTTQweI/s1600-h/bffaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258851529744204258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsxmozsQeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XIfzvTTQweI/s320/bffaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet &lt;a href="http://www.heatherbaileydesign.com/HBSquareDeal.pdf"&gt;pincushion&lt;/a&gt; was a quick and easy project. I hope to make a few more for the gift stash. The best parts are picking out the color combinations and finding a cute button. Since this was a test for the pattern it's not too exciting, but the ideas are flooding my brain for future pincushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsyV0km9SI/AAAAAAAAATE/g6d-0SuWCGE/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258852340356019490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsyV0km9SI/AAAAAAAAATE/g6d-0SuWCGE/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt; and I spent all day Saturday at an antique flea market/Joann Fabrics excursion in Ann Arbor. No pics of the roadtrip, but a few good buys and three tired girls. I found three vintage knitting books and an old darning egg. I've always wanted a darning egg...not sure why, I haven't darned a sock in a while. This one looks relatively smooth...I don't think the former owner darned many either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPs2CMbYGZI/AAAAAAAAATU/SOrHc3mSEMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258856401208875410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPs2CMbYGZI/AAAAAAAAATU/SOrHc3mSEMQ/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrifting has never been my cup of tea, but I have a daughter that, literally since she was a very little girl, has &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; anything old. As my sister-in-law held Emily for the first time at just three weeks old, she said, "this baby has such a nice aura." She was right, and Emily's love of vintage is just another lovely quality about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsyk_d5zVI/AAAAAAAAATM/RUQbu2hoSCY/s1600-h/booktag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258852600978722130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsyk_d5zVI/AAAAAAAAATM/RUQbu2hoSCY/s320/booktag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet &lt;a href="http://sincerelysusiehomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie&lt;/a&gt; has also book tagged me. I am supposed to turn to page 56 of any closeby book, start at the 5th sentence and post the next couple of paragraphs. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"How are you, Syd?" he asked. "It is a veritable age since I saw you last. We have brought a stack of messages from home, some from Lauren, a dozen or more from your mother, one or two from Kit, one from your father-but I cannot for the life of me recall a single one of them. Can you, Ralf?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Something about wearing woolens in the damp weather, at a wager," Ralf said with a grin. "Of course I do not remember. The ladies will, though. You had better come and meet the people you do not already know, Syd. Ah, here comes Christine. Have you met our formidable duchess?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sidenote, I would love to know how to change the color of my text while posting (I know how to change it for the whole blog), and also how to get my text centered on the page. I have looked in all the different places on the "dashboard" and such, but still I'm in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**New Edit**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well dear friends, I managed to figure out the problem I was having with some help from Susie and Emily.  Now I am able to post a little more efficiently.  I won't go into all the details 'cause if I did you may think I don't have all my marbles :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or laundry and catch up. I'm working four days this week and have two doctor appointments for Mom. Until next time, I wish for you peace in your soul and a good project in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPtAyBA9b4I/AAAAAAAAATc/sBmf6nqiuFE/s1600-h/430px-Woman_sewing.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258868217895284610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPtAyBA9b4I/AAAAAAAAATc/sBmf6nqiuFE/s320/430px-Woman_sewing.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;May the peace of the Lord be with you always, Amen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-2195751428373662011?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2195751428373662011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=2195751428373662011&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2195751428373662011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/2195751428373662011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-was-egg-pincushion-and-award-but.html' title='There Was An Egg, A Pincushion, and An Award, But Not in That Order'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPsx9yl_M2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/o9nnL6gd1eI/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6585503942593609595</id><published>2008-10-14T20:48:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:10:51.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Whine With That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVNH5WgPzI/AAAAAAAAASY/9A25Q1SYAA4/s1600-h/RI01-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVNH5WgPzI/AAAAAAAAASY/9A25Q1SYAA4/s320/RI01-003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257192938074554162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; “It takes a genius to whine appealingly.” F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been indulging in a little whine lately.  I'm talking "attitude" not "alcohol." Mostly it's all been a mental vs. verbal whine. I'm back on the wagon now, and still feeling so grateful for all God's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall decorating around here is complete. Time and money were the ever-present factors that dictated the extent of my effort, but I'm happy with the results nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVAGgPlRjI/AAAAAAAAARA/k4HL_pz9-r8/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVAGgPlRjI/AAAAAAAAARA/k4HL_pz9-r8/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257178620503606834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums are a favorite of mine.  There are so many varieties to choose from.  This year I went rust-colored with white.  They are lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVAdA_0HXI/AAAAAAAAARI/hgxV61OVQ9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVAdA_0HXI/AAAAAAAAARI/hgxV61OVQ9Y/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257179007252962674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aforementioned project with the Mod Podge didn't materialize.  Turns out that it smelled too strong for me....headache and all.  So I switched gears when I found this little metal vase for $4.19 and used that to arrange the flowers.  My original plan was to decoupage fabric onto tin cans and hang them on my porch.  I think I like this just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVD5rqsuWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AFPhFWZs8PI/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVD5rqsuWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AFPhFWZs8PI/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257182798278343010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little towel is the only sewing I've done lately....for the gift stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVFdg69C0I/AAAAAAAAARY/pmZaSQfPakU/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVFdg69C0I/AAAAAAAAARY/pmZaSQfPakU/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257184513380649794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a knitted cloth....such an easy little project, and I love the round shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVHG2NlnQI/AAAAAAAAARg/RPyYMrfrq9g/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVHG2NlnQI/AAAAAAAAARg/RPyYMrfrq9g/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186322982214914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this sweet magazine...I love every project in it.  There's even a pattern for crocheted socks, which I've never done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVHtGwPt7I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZIBO5sDv_nU/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVHtGwPt7I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZIBO5sDv_nU/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186980257576882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Austen Lace Muffler may just be the first thing I try.  Isn't it darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVIAm_AYLI/AAAAAAAAARw/RBCmZBphGwc/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVIAm_AYLI/AAAAAAAAARw/RBCmZBphGwc/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257187315326935218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the colors....the ruffles.....the buttons......the whole package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVIZ2KGPYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/U7xhoNnrnMg/s1600-h/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVIZ2KGPYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/U7xhoNnrnMg/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257187748896718210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you apronistas out there, check out this cute apron that was on display at Macy's.  It's made out of satin that has the Macy's name in it, with tulle around the bottom.  Wouldn't that be fun for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVObI_wWPI/AAAAAAAAASg/6yNCaCLCa08/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVObI_wWPI/AAAAAAAAASg/6yNCaCLCa08/s320/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257194368203249906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is good to be back here blogging....such a balm for a gal with a grateful heart that's hankerin' for a good whine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVPh0eFCsI/AAAAAAAAASo/zbIlv8r34bU/s1600-h/RI30-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVPh0eFCsI/AAAAAAAAASo/zbIlv8r34bU/s320/RI30-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257195582464002754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.”&lt;br /&gt;~Lionel Hampton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-6585503942593609595?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6585503942593609595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=6585503942593609595&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6585503942593609595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/6585503942593609595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-whine-with-that.html' title='A Little Whine With That'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SPVNH5WgPzI/AAAAAAAAASY/9A25Q1SYAA4/s72-c/RI01-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-468771368852093030</id><published>2008-09-30T21:49:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:35:10.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quietin' Down</title><content type='html'>My mom told me her grandma used to tell the little ones to "quietin' down."  That's what I've been doing.  I have been quiet so I can hear God's voice.  Nothing's wrong, just lots of things to sort out.  Literally and figuratively. Quiet is good in this busy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLXplH0nhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kI6wjc6h0d0/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLXplH0nhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kI6wjc6h0d0/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251997224806948370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the little topper for the Pear Honey, which was a sweet diversion the other evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLYB8UBbXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9on5DOVEbSg/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLYB8UBbXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9on5DOVEbSg/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251997643348995442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it really felt like fall, with lower temps and some rain.  This fall garland with "twinkle" lights helped a little, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and I visited the American Stitches Sewing Expo last Friday, and went antiquing about two and half hours north of here on Saturday.  We had a lot of fun, and Emily really found some nice treasures.  I found these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLbkaUkgmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2VPNffNx29c/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLbkaUkgmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2VPNffNx29c/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252001534054793826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new pearl cotton for "redwork" and a pretty piece of pink wool at the expo, and two vintage apron patterns at the antique fair.  Go &lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to see Emily's finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLdalFMg-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/adf2eAS0y2w/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLdalFMg-I/AAAAAAAAAQY/adf2eAS0y2w/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252003564167660514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my neighbor Angel's scarf...just needs blocking.  Thanks for modeling (in your pj's yet) Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLc2uF7uII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FjucetyJ-xE/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLc2uF7uII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FjucetyJ-xE/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252002948111382658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some of the stuff for my next craft project.  It involves Mod Podge.  Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLeyi2XycI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JcOd_--IlYI/s1600-h/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLeyi2XycI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JcOd_--IlYI/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252005075397102018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby suggested a trip to the apple orchard this weekend.  He really knows how to make me smile.  I love the apple orchard.  Hope you all find some time to be quiet...and a reason to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLgfVjWiwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NUja_-bspJY/s1600-h/FN53-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLgfVjWiwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NUja_-bspJY/s320/FN53-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252006944433408770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love..." Zephaniah 3:20&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-468771368852093030?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/468771368852093030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=468771368852093030&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/468771368852093030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/468771368852093030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/09/quietin-down.html' title='Quietin&apos; Down'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SOLXplH0nhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kI6wjc6h0d0/s72-c/IMG_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-7866810894164207249</id><published>2008-09-25T13:48:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:48:52.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Honey, Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvQFZ46xzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ld5Yc3pDiTs/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvQFZ46xzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ld5Yc3pDiTs/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250018581897987890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pear Honey.  Never heard of it until I was over &lt;a href="http://kellishouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I made the recipe on Tuesday and, BOY, is it good!  The suggestion was to serve it on warm biscuits...I'm making those tonight.  Last night I made cornbread, and it was delicious on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvVe0bTR_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rfEyLhT0IY0/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvVe0bTR_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/rfEyLhT0IY0/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250024516076390386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this book long ago and found it while cleaning the sewing room. I started one to dress up a jar for my aunt...and I'll need a few more for others.  So far it's working up quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvTZBVglFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yZv3pPQD4gE/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvTZBVglFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yZv3pPQD4gE/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250022217439286354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are flowers that go around the bottom and I think I'll make them in fall shades.  The cotton in the picture looks white, but it is actually a beige, natural color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvV8dUpzgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Tka94zGazCI/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvV8dUpzgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Tka94zGazCI/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250025025270566402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a big day around here.  My baby boy is 19!  Lots of good memories to share and some personal reflection for Mom.  It seems I can't help feeling just a smidgeon melancholy...I miss those baby days.  Then when I take a good look at the man Timothy is becoming, I feel proud, too.  Emotional, for sure, but it's all GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvWyII_mCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tWvox3eMw78/s1600-h/FN35-007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvWyII_mCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tWvox3eMw78/s320/FN35-007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250025947297454114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always.  As long as I'm living my baby you'll be."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw/103-6169364-9090248?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;field-keywords=i%27ll+love+you+forever&amp;x=12&amp;y=23"&gt;Love You Forever &lt;/a&gt;by Robert N. Munsch and Sheila McGraw &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-7866810894164207249?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7866810894164207249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=7866810894164207249&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7866810894164207249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7866810894164207249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-honey-honey.html' title='Some Honey, Honey'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNvQFZ46xzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ld5Yc3pDiTs/s72-c/IMG_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-7574228356349876012</id><published>2008-09-22T21:45:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:07:23.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Musings</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, a heartfelt thank you to &lt;a href="http://teatimeandroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beverly&lt;/a&gt; for the giveaway treasure I recently won on her blog.  I love the sweet note cards and tags...what a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhS9T1djUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dhCO6qsXStI/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhS9T1djUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dhCO6qsXStI/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249036578950319426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhTOkBY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zv_fAofXppc/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhTOkBY7ZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zv_fAofXppc/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249036875353091474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little dress set for a coworker's new granddaughter.  I used a Simplicity vintage pattern.  Interestingly enough, my mom gave me the same pattern she had purchased in the early 1940's.  I still have it, but the tissue is too delicate to use.  I made my own bias and enjoyed picking out coordinating fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhU33ZOB-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8YG9lq3sfSU/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhU33ZOB-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/8YG9lq3sfSU/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249038684439578594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet &lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me for seven little known facts about myself.  I'll list them here, but will save the tagging for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am terribly insecure at times, and constantly second guess myself.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I used to be very afraid to stay alone at night, now I'm just too tired to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love to read the dictionary.  Yes, I &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt; it...as in &lt;em&gt;peruse&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Marigolds are my favorite flower...I love how they smell.&lt;br /&gt;5.  When I garden, I love to get absolutely filthy dirty, and then come in and take a hot shower with some really good soap.&lt;br /&gt;6.  One of my favorite hymns is "How Great Thou Art,"...I love the Elvis version.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I want to see Mount Rushmore and the Grand Canyon before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNheJhd6-dI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0aMYr48WTME/s1600-h/BB39-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNheJhd6-dI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0aMYr48WTME/s320/BB39-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249048883396016594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doing this little quiz was harder than I thought. If you are so inclined, leave a comment about some of your "little known facts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday found us celebrating our 22nd wedding anniversary.  We had a busy day around the house, but settled down to enjoy dinner out in the evening. Here's a picture of us on the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhRERZ5wtI/AAAAAAAAANw/Uuu1SO2Yxms/s1600-h/weddingpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhRERZ5wtI/AAAAAAAAANw/Uuu1SO2Yxms/s320/weddingpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249034499533685458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should post a current picture of us for comparison, but we'd both like to reduce a little first. We've gained some weight, and some insight, but we're still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhg0tgCrBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mRBHI7sIm-M/s1600-h/BB31-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhg0tgCrBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mRBHI7sIm-M/s320/BB31-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249051824383765522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling blissful...a day off awaits me tomorrow. There's lots of cleaning to do, errands, of course, and a new recipe to try. I think I'll let the day unfold as it will, and thank the Lord for every blessing He gives me...including that man o' mine who is always there to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhX7mIC4aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/E18f7qCOhtI/s1600-h/RI31-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhX7mIC4aI/AAAAAAAAAOg/E18f7qCOhtI/s320/RI31-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249042047058502050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-7574228356349876012?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7574228356349876012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=7574228356349876012&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7574228356349876012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7574228356349876012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-and-foremost-heartfelt-thank-you.html' title='Monday Musings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNhS9T1djUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dhCO6qsXStI/s72-c/IMG_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5678668649078477941</id><published>2008-09-17T20:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:32:32.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In No Particular Order...</title><content type='html'>Life has such a way of distracting me. I sure have missed my blog and sharing my thoughts here. I really don't have too much to report, so this post may be somewhat choppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNGokfpeR9I/AAAAAAAAANY/n0HFwP1dqqA/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNGokfpeR9I/AAAAAAAAANY/n0HFwP1dqqA/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247160385787545554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, tonight I made chicken pot pie.  Although I'm not a stickler for "from scratch" on everything, I do make my chicken pot pie from scratch.  Cutting the veggies while the chicken slowly cooks is very relaxing for me. It was rootin' tootin' good, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNGpCPBGkrI/AAAAAAAAANg/vvFf4SepkmY/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNGpCPBGkrI/AAAAAAAAANg/vvFf4SepkmY/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247160896719327922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work continues on the same projects. I have made a few more of the washcloths and sachets, but as promised, will spare you more photos.  My red scarf is almost done, and will be a gift for my neighbor....her name is Angel.  I did manage to cut out a little casual dress and a blouse for myself.  Both are easy projects and I hope to get them done quickly, because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....work also continues on clearing out the sewing room.  We have made s.l.o.w. progress so far.  I picked up an inexpensive chest of drawers, which was my impetus to get crackin' on this switch. Once the armoire was moved, I needed a place for the clothes that were in there.  Such indecision you have never seen. First I ordered a chest from one furniture store, but it wasn't due to arrive until Oct 10th!  Cancelled that.  Then found another chest at Penneys...but it was pricey.  We popped over to Target to check out their fare, and found above-mentioned chest.  I cancelled the Penney's order and I'm tickled with the Target chest.  It is solid wood, fits the bill perfectly, and had a much lower price tag. Next I will begin moving everything around. Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a question.  Have you ever had so many ideas for projects you'd like to make that you become a little addled at the thought of it all?  How do you prioritize, well, &lt;em&gt;your life&lt;/em&gt; I guess is the real question.  Does this rambling signal the onset of menopause? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNGszUK9XVI/AAAAAAAAANo/5zWPU31kFrE/s1600-h/CS08-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNGszUK9XVI/AAAAAAAAANo/5zWPU31kFrE/s320/CS08-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247165038451318098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain 'move from here to there,' and it will move."  Matthew 17:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works for bedrooms and sewing projects, too.  When next you work with a needle, think of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-5678668649078477941?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5678668649078477941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5678668649078477941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5678668649078477941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5678668649078477941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-no-particular-order.html' title='In No Particular Order...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SNGokfpeR9I/AAAAAAAAANY/n0HFwP1dqqA/s72-c/IMG_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-3917372753306405318</id><published>2008-09-09T15:46:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:29:06.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Music...And, Yes, I'm Taking Requests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMboTelLWcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gsTn6zkuP0w/s1600-h/FA03-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMboTelLWcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gsTn6zkuP0w/s320/FA03-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244134237443676610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am at home.  No work, no errands (yet), and nobody at home (not for long).  I have to tell you what a lovely day it has been.  My to-do list has been full of chores that I love.  I have kept the laundry going, spent time in the sewing room and set my home to rights.  Part of the reason for my productive and very happy day is the sound of music.  It has played off and on all day....Vince Gill, Rascal Flatts, some gospel, Maroon 5 (yes, Maroon 5), Luther Vandross, Faith Hill and various other "country girls."  I am definitely not a "music snob," but I have to say Vince and his country cronies are favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other items have been crossed off the list.  I made some calls and finalized a few business things, and then sat down to the computer.  One thing I have wanted to do for a long time is to figure out how to download books from the library.  Can one be any lazier?  In my defense, the idea came from the hubby.  I mentioned to him that I am going back to the library because I am so tired of buying books and then having to find their next home.  I don't want to keep the books (we're talking mostly paper-backed here, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; my craft books.....they are all keepers).  Anyway, I also want to support the "simple living/spend less money plan."  So, I got busy and discovered setting everything up to download the e-books is easy-peasy.  After just a few minutes, I was reading!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a short post today...now Glen is home and I think if I'm extra sweet to him, he'll play taxi driver and take me on my errands. We won't, however, be going in this ride.  This little number is Timothy's project car.  One time when I wasn't sure what pictures I wanted to post, he got real excited and said, "put a picture of my Blazer on there."  This one's for you, Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMbbP3QdWYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zhY0ZjlzyMQ/s1600-h/138_3819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMbbP3QdWYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zhY0ZjlzyMQ/s320/138_3819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244119881697024386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMbgVVhH0qI/AAAAAAAAANA/o7bp_O22ByM/s1600-h/138_3809_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMbgVVhH0qI/AAAAAAAAANA/o7bp_O22ByM/s320/138_3809_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244125473277465250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's regular ride is a sweet little black Sonoma truck that he inherited from his dad and proceeded to trick out.  He lowered it (don't ask me), and then put a new sound system in to go with the custom interior lights.  It looks like the Batmobile inside : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy a peaceful moment...and listen to some good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMblttkJwvI/AAAAAAAAANI/Q5xtGU_1y6E/s1600-h/FA39-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMblttkJwvI/AAAAAAAAANI/Q5xtGU_1y6E/s320/FA39-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244131389607625458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My home is never empty,&lt;br /&gt;Although I be alone&lt;br /&gt;I hear the voices of angels&lt;br /&gt;To God, their love intone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~An Excerpt From "Peace" by Kathryn Wiesenhoefer&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-3917372753306405318?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3917372753306405318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=3917372753306405318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3917372753306405318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3917372753306405318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/09/sound-of-musicand-yes-im-taking.html' title='The Sound of Music...And, Yes, I&apos;m Taking Requests'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMboTelLWcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gsTn6zkuP0w/s72-c/FA03-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-7184537450474716242</id><published>2008-09-04T23:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:47:14.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds and Pie</title><content type='html'>Not too much going on here at the acre. Every day I long to sit and sew...and I promise myself that this weekend I shall. We'll see.  The clouds rolled in yesterday and today, and I am so very thankful for the rain they brought.  I don't mind a cloudy day, I sometimes think better with clouds than with sunshine.  Go figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given a progress report on the "cooking at home" lately, and since I'm sure you're all just dying to know, I have been about 75% successful.  Yesterday I made my *famous* chicken strips with fiesta rice and corn on the cob.  Too many carbs, I know.  The gang here was happy.  I had the baking bug bite so I whipped up this little number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMCk9iUmp4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/s80iF4oSEWU/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMCk9iUmp4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/s80iF4oSEWU/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242371343351457666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...apple pie is a perpetual favorite at our house.  Tonight's menu was baked cod, baked potatoes and baked squash.  I felt the need to lighten things up after the fried chicken. Tomorrow is Friday, I have to work &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;day, so you know what that means...the kitchen is closed ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a huge television person, I was a little underwhelmed when the guys signed up for Netflix....until they told me about some of the stuff they carry there.  Ever the romantic, my husband laughingly told my son all about how I used to like the show "Beauty and the Beast" from the late 1980's.  Oh how they teased me for liking a show with Ron Perlman dressed as a beast.  So much fun until I *politely* asked them to order the first season for me.  They are even less thrilled each time a new disk comes....since I *lovingly invite* them to view it with me...on the only big tv. Wink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend to everyone. Take some time for yourself, to just be with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Think left and think right and think low and think high.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!  ~Dr. Seuss&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMClVEqoSYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BrqSfRWnl6M/s1600-h/BB53-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMClVEqoSYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BrqSfRWnl6M/s320/BB53-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242371747707636098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-7184537450474716242?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7184537450474716242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=7184537450474716242&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7184537450474716242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7184537450474716242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/09/clouds-and-pie.html' title='Clouds and Pie'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SMCk9iUmp4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/s80iF4oSEWU/s72-c/IMG_0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-8421036539507347263</id><published>2008-09-01T23:21:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:25:09.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easing Into Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzCy150tAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ljiQHMuHzQ4/s1600-h/FA25-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzCy150tAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ljiQHMuHzQ4/s320/FA25-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241278245071270914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time spent as a mom has been the very happiest of my life. Those years weren't all wine and roses, but it's funny how as time passes, God eases the difficult memories and makes the good ones so prominent.  Some of the best memories for me include this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy5Apza0jI/AAAAAAAAALM/K1RkOF3NvZA/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy5Apza0jI/AAAAAAAAALM/K1RkOF3NvZA/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241267487225074226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the day was coming...tomorrow my youngest begins college.  Timothy, like his sister Emily, has been an extraordinary blessing to us.  From the time I had him eighteen years ago, this child has been a joy....a great sleeper, eater, napper and all around happy kid.  An outstanding student and athlete, Tim has been pretty successful at just about anything he has set his mind to do.  So Timmy, as you head off to school, a tear or two may fall from my eyes, but they are definitely tears of joy and immense pride in you.  Onward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy4m99wU5I/AAAAAAAAALE/EwbAxI98P0k/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy4m99wU5I/AAAAAAAAALE/EwbAxI98P0k/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241267045960536978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for fall!! As I prepared the pictures for this post, I notice that even my latest sewing project seems ready for fall.  These are some little guest towels that I made out of a nice duck fabric.  I am especially partial to these colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy367392jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OJ9FO3ff7e0/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy367392jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OJ9FO3ff7e0/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241266289485142578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, some progress was made getting things ready to paint the sewing room (Mom's room). First of all, our favorite paint store was having a Labor Day sale, so I picked out a pretty color and saved $12.80 a gallon to boot.  I chose a lovely light shade of pink called "Oleander." Unfortunately, the color does not show accurately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzG6_7oS5I/AAAAAAAAAME/BOzgvXu3Ya8/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzG6_7oS5I/AAAAAAAAAME/BOzgvXu3Ya8/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241282783248665490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to actually start painting, there is a domino effect that must take place.  To begin with, I need to open up some space in my bedroom to accommodate my sewing cabinet.  I ordered a new chest of drawers and the guys moved the armoire out of the room and it now holds the television and accessories.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzHe__61II/AAAAAAAAAMM/N9VInps9yNw/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzHe__61II/AAAAAAAAAMM/N9VInps9yNw/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241283401741948034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old cherry wood buffet, a hand-me-down from my mom, now resides in the living room. I cannot tell you how happy this makes me....I was ready for the change.  Once the chest arrives, I will begin moving things from the sewing room to my bedroom and also into storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzIPOUM0qI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cx9rktN7sls/s1600-h/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzIPOUM0qI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cx9rktN7sls/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241284230218830498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the family room was set to rights, the fall decorating bug bit me. Even though it is supposed to be 90+ degrees here tomorrow, I still had to do a little something, so I got out a couple of pumpkins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy8uxbP8kI/AAAAAAAAALc/i7Qwq6ya0pY/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy8uxbP8kI/AAAAAAAAALc/i7Qwq6ya0pY/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241271578080047682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a few fall "leaves."  I don't know where I got this little leaf dish, but I love it.  There's a picture of my mom on the buffet that was taken about seven years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy9j1ggk3I/AAAAAAAAALk/cgiV8KV8i5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLy9j1ggk3I/AAAAAAAAALk/cgiV8KV8i5Q/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241272489708917618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little buffet and hutch are precious to me....they are small but mean so much.  Our dining room set was the first furniture we purchased as a young married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzAIkApEZI/AAAAAAAAALs/08pcwgnLQiY/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzAIkApEZI/AAAAAAAAALs/08pcwgnLQiY/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241275319690269074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of my pictures is "not too good," because I am "not too good" with the camera.  If "practice makes perfect," perhaps my skills will improve. I hope wherever you are, you are safe and happy.  I will be thinking all things &lt;em&gt;Fall&lt;/em&gt;, but doing it from inside where the air is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzCGj4g-9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/oG4czMBfbHk/s1600-h/FA55-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzCGj4g-9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/oG4czMBfbHk/s320/FA55-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241277484319701970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about."  ~Angela Schwindt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-8421036539507347263?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8421036539507347263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=8421036539507347263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8421036539507347263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/8421036539507347263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/09/easing-into-fall.html' title='Easing Into Fall'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLzCy150tAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ljiQHMuHzQ4/s72-c/FA25-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-3589966910844731937</id><published>2008-08-27T17:14:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:10:04.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will There Be Spinning Wheels In Heaven?</title><content type='html'>A few years ago I became very interested in spinning wool.  I shopped for a spinning wheel, found &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; one that I thought fit the bill, and then....did nothing.  When it came right down to it, I didn't want to spend the money.  So, ever since, I have said to the hubby, "maybe I'll spin in my heavenly life."  Do you think there are spinning wheels in heaven?  I'd like to think so.  And there is still a sliver of hope that I may have one in this earthly life someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning wool is such a domestic pastime.  I love domesticity. Busying myself around the house comes as natural to me as breathing. I am what my mom refers to as a "putzer."  Inside or outside, I am completely contented caring for my little home acre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLdd9WFaIRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9hMSiHlxzqI/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLdd9WFaIRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9hMSiHlxzqI/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239759999950528786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the last pic of a washcloth and sachet for a while...because my hook is moving over to this lovely project, the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=14317270"&gt;Anne&lt;/a&gt; scarf by MK Carroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLdboBiZiDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cFVkTNESjiM/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLdboBiZiDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cFVkTNESjiM/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239757434634471474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an award from the very nice &lt;a href="http://scottishlamb.typepad.com/the_scottish_lamb/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;.  The rules say I have to pass it on to seven of my favorite blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLcXOcjxAyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/THfLIdv_WOE/s1600-h/iloveblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLcXOcjxAyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/THfLIdv_WOE/s320/iloveblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239682228420674338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...there's &lt;a href="http://livinvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.creationsfrommyheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://teatimeandroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beverly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.messythrillinglife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brin&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://warmpiehappyhome.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ruthann&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chroniclesofyaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;YaYa&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.homespunliving.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt;.  I have many more "favorite" blogs...I need to take time to add them to my "Blog Buddies" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please accept this award from me and ...&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Link the person from whom you received your award.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put the links of those blogs on to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a message on their blogs to tell them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping you are enjoying making a home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLdappv3wiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Pe163ZVwIXk/s1600-h/RI35-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLdappv3wiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Pe163ZVwIXk/s320/RI35-006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239756363096637986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happiness of the domestic fireside is the first boon of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;                         ~Thomas Jefferson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-3589966910844731937?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3589966910844731937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=3589966910844731937&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3589966910844731937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3589966910844731937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-there-be-spinning-wheels-in-heaven.html' title='Will There Be Spinning Wheels In Heaven?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLdd9WFaIRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9hMSiHlxzqI/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-3502076029077201114</id><published>2008-08-25T20:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:08:36.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom From Grandma</title><content type='html'>Ever since I can remember, my dear mom has imparted much wisdom....to me, my brothers, my children.  Much of her wisdom came from her own life experience, but also from my grandma.  I was seven when my grandma died, so I have only a few really clear memories of her.....like her smile, love of laughter and impeccable dress. One piece of wisdom passed down from Grandma, and one which my mom reminds me of every so often is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, how about that?  As a child I didn't get it, but I do now.  I guess the bottom line is, nobody wants to be around a crybaby. Yesterday I was a crybaby...and tried moseying around to cheer up. That was ok, but soon I realized all I really wanted was to be at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot to report in the project department....I am still fiddling with the washcloths and grazing through the sewing room.  I will show a couple of previously finished projects, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLNOqa1VMmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WErzAfksLfY/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLNOqa1VMmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WErzAfksLfY/s320/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238617282226500194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little red felled bowler was a fun project.  I used Lamb's Pride bulky and was pleased with the end result.  Lots of mohair in this yarn makes for a wispy appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLNOgpeLXsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/W2dluxJc7D4/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLNOgpeLXsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/W2dluxJc7D4/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238617114357227202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first felled purse.  This was a fun knit and quick, too.  Also made with Lamb's Pride, I love the richness of the charcoal color.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me in so many ways.  Today I am most thankful for my husband, children and my mom.  I know you &lt;em&gt;understand&lt;/em&gt; just what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLNMwNt9NyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VnnE3hEd8WI/s1600-h/RI41-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLNMwNt9NyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VnnE3hEd8WI/s320/RI41-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238615182761867042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-3502076029077201114?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3502076029077201114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=3502076029077201114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3502076029077201114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/3502076029077201114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/08/wisdom-from-grandma.html' title='Wisdom From Grandma'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SLNOqa1VMmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WErzAfksLfY/s72-c/IMG_2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-7950449348451573663</id><published>2008-08-21T16:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:55:47.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purse....Onally</title><content type='html'>Here's a little tidbit of information for ya....I am a bonified purse nut....a purse maven, officionado, buff, er (cough)...you get the idea...I just LOVE 'em.  Anywho, here is the absolute nicest bag I have ever had, a birthday gift from my family a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SK3byy0W-XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/47FYJ-Iue7E/s1600-h/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SK3byy0W-XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/47FYJ-Iue7E/s320/IMG_4066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237083607383079282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not able to share exactly how many handbags I own, it would be difficult to count and, uh, somewhat embarassing....but, lest you think I'm a fanatic, I think it's around twenty.  Not all new, mind you....I tend to hang onto my purses far longer that I should, and there are some I never use anymore.  A few are kept for "sentimental reasons," and a few because I think "I may use that one again."  One &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; thing is, all my bags are NOT Coaches.  Most are sale buys in the $25 dollar range.  A person could be known for a much less redeeming passion, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the homefront, dust is lurking everywhere and the laundry is piling up.  I took a 45 minute nap today, which is a rare occurrence in these parts.  Lack of sleep and a ringing alarm at 5:00 a.m. are the culprits.  Alas, I am refreshed now and will get crackin' right after dinner....which is meatloaf, pasta and salad.  Sidenote: I typically make some sort of potatoes with my meatloaf, but due to said nap I had to switch gears.  I don't think they'll mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an apron I made for a friend's daughter's bridal shower.  The bride is a baker, and her mom told me she is already using it and loving it.  This is not my kind of apron...I prefer an old-fashioned one...but this pattern went together nicely. I used a heavier duck kind of fabric with calico for the trim.  I have a couple of pieces similar to this material set aside to make kitchen towels for upcoming birthday gifts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SK3gDkpWFPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ROBzaW87mU0/s1600-h/137_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SK3gDkpWFPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ROBzaW87mU0/s320/137_3790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237088293683074290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am helping my daughter Emily make a dress for a wedding on Saturday.  Yes, I know, this is so "last minute." Tell someone they are a blessing to you. My Emily is my blessing, procrastination and all.  I love you, Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SK3icAvVI5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OVEUauwy5jw/s1600-h/BB14-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SK3icAvVI5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OVEUauwy5jw/s320/BB14-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237090912564487058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-7950449348451573663?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7950449348451573663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=7950449348451573663&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7950449348451573663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/7950449348451573663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/08/purseonally.html' title='Purse....Onally'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SK3byy0W-XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/47FYJ-Iue7E/s72-c/IMG_4066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-4052972446920047403</id><published>2008-08-20T08:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:35:52.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Work</title><content type='html'>My ongoing effort to cook at home more has got me on the lookout for new recipes.  Since the kids aren't home every single night for dinner anymore, I can try some simpler dishes.  I picked up these two books the other day...they are filled with good recipes and sweet stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKwR0ASmA3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sk2p8pgRe6I/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKwR0ASmA3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sk2p8pgRe6I/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236580051853902706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to make soup...and have three or four standards that everyone loves.  The other day I dug out my breadmaker.  I had put it away a couple of years ago, since everyone around here was thinking "low carb."  I have been making honey-wheat bread for sandwiches, a good "at-home" lunch.  This new book has a recipe for focaccia bread, which I am anxious to try.  Has anyone ever made this bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun work on the sewing room.  Remember my last post about "getting rid of the junk?"  I should have taken my own advice long ago...things have really accumulated over the years.  Now I just hate the thought of giving away that treasure.  The thing is, I don't know if I'm ever going to use all this stuff....and I know I need to be realistic if I want that great feeling of "lightness" when it's all cleaned out.  Good thing I gave myself a Thanksgiving goal....this could take a while.  (As a side note:  I took the before picture, and now I am reluctant to post it.  What a mess!  I think it gives the completely wrong impression of the real me. The rest of my house doesn't look nearly that bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to spend the day with my mom.  We're going shopping for the first time since she's been home from the hospital, and then a visit to my aunt who is in for rehab after a hospital stay.  Auntie Frances and Mom are sisters.....and always so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sunny and cool here...a real blessing.  Hope you all have a beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart..."   Colossians 3:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKwcN6zttBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eu44oHxwVys/s1600-h/FN47-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKwcN6zttBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eu44oHxwVys/s320/FN47-005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236591492175082514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-4052972446920047403?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4052972446920047403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=4052972446920047403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4052972446920047403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/4052972446920047403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-work.html' title='Wednesday Work'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKwR0ASmA3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/sk2p8pgRe6I/s72-c/IMG_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-75579311243520327</id><published>2008-08-17T18:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:22:19.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing Down and Making Changes</title><content type='html'>Slowing down...an interesting concept, but one I haven't always employed for myself. Rhonda Jean, over at &lt;a href="http://down---to---earth.blogspot.com/"&gt;down---to---earth &lt;/a&gt; has the best ideas and lots of encouragement for slowing down and living simply. Living a simpler life has been a goal of mine for quite some time.  One aspect that is so appealing is the ability to slow down and enjoy the things around you....clean out the junk and only buy what you need to live.  A few fringe benefits include saving money, being environmentally responsible and experiencing more peace.  So, one of my new rules is to slow down a little each day and try to remember what is really important.  Everything will get done when it's supposed to, right?  The cleaning, cooking and laundry can wait until I finish that bootie, can't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi5JbMlz1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Oq0hikpRRbU/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi5JbMlz1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Oq0hikpRRbU/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235638138388729682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple more of the soap sachets to match the washcloths. Joann's is only adding fuel to my fire...they've had the cotton yarn on sale for the last two weeks.  I told you I was having too much fun with these....they are a great car project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi468ER-9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/it0umtfpSVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi468ER-9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/it0umtfpSVQ/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235637889514208210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little light green one with the dark ribbon is the only one I have knitted.  I love the finished project, but the crochet goes much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi4dVvYRAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qK-SoEjjMdc/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi4dVvYRAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qK-SoEjjMdc/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235637381009785858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mom taught me to crochet when I was eight years old.  How do I remember, you ask?  It is a vivid memory.  My mom was working on something and showed me the basics.  I sat down with some dark orange, cotton rug yarn and proceeded to make a "shawl" for my Barbie.  I remember it so clearly.  I threaded a strand of yarn through both short ends (think of lacing a shoe) and tied it on Barbie.  My mom was amazed, and so was I!  Since then, I have discovered this little treasure, great for anyone with wrist issues.  Believe it or not, the design is great and makes for some smooth stitching.  The first time I tried it, I was &lt;em&gt;hooked &lt;/em&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi4HjBSDGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Na0N8yhlYNc/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi4HjBSDGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Na0N8yhlYNc/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235637006617414754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, the big news here is that I am changing my sewing room to a sweet little bedroom for my mom.  Now 88, she has had a gentle decline in recent months and I don't think she will be able to stay alone as much anymore. I've known somewhere in my mind and heart for the last few years that this was coming.  I finally voiced my idea to my mom, who smiled and said, "I like it."  For now she may only use "her room" here occasionally, but it will be handy whenever the mood strikes her.  As for me, I've got some cleaning out and reorganizing to do.  Do I mind giving up the full use of the sewing room?  Not a bit, and I'll tell you why.  I am a firm believer that God has a plan for everyone...and so, I am off to take the "before picture."  I will post both the before and after pictures once we have painted and moved things....maybe in a couple of months.  My goal is to have the room ready by Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Peace I leave with you, My peace I give you." John 14:27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-75579311243520327?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/75579311243520327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=75579311243520327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/75579311243520327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/75579311243520327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/08/slowing-down-and-making-changes.html' title='Slowing Down and Making Changes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKi5JbMlz1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Oq0hikpRRbU/s72-c/IMG_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-5641185826946279423</id><published>2008-08-14T18:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:22:25.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Lot of Nuttin'</title><content type='html'>Hi All...I have missed not writing these last several days.  In a nutshell, I have been working full-time, and some overtime, for one of my vacationing coworkers.  May I say right here and now, "I prefer &lt;em&gt;part-time&lt;/em&gt;, thankyouverymuch."  Anyway, I have been dabbling in a few little projects here and there, but none are picture-ready.  So, in the interest of colorful blog content, I am cheating a little and showing a project I made for a dear friend earlier in the year. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKS0zbg5cWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/M8w4s17RAmM/s1600-h/135_3552_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKS0zbg5cWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/M8w4s17RAmM/s320/135_3552_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234507462563426658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love to embroider...and this project was a little different.  I purchased it as a kit for my mom to do, but she couldn't seem to get started and gave it back to me.  After basting batting to the back of the face fabric (which was stamped with the pattern), you stitched right through the batting.  Once the embroidery was done, you basted the backing fabric and then hand quilted through all layers.  All stitching was done without a hoop.  This project was the first time I did bouillon roses....I loved it. I finished it off with self-binding from the back and hung it on a cute little hanger.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKS2g5yO2FI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0ZRqFeUyt7o/s1600-h/135_3551_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKS2g5yO2FI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0ZRqFeUyt7o/s320/135_3551_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234509343294937170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually I end my post with talk of future projects, but since I still have most of those in the works, I'll leave you with these lovely words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I will never see, &lt;br /&gt;A poem as lovely as a tree!&lt;br /&gt;A tree who's hungry mouth is pressed,&lt;br /&gt;Against the earth's sweet flowing breath.&lt;br /&gt;A tree that looks at God all day,&lt;br /&gt;And lifts her leafy arms to pray.&lt;br /&gt;A tree that does in Summer wear,&lt;br /&gt;A nest of robins in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Upon whose busom snow has lain, &lt;br /&gt;Who intimately lives with rain.&lt;br /&gt;Poems are made by fools like me,&lt;br /&gt;But only God can make a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKS9-RPKr4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/4fWw2c5cJrE/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKS9-RPKr4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/4fWw2c5cJrE/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234517544387915650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241340950677183663-5641185826946279423?l=homeacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5641185826946279423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241340950677183663&amp;postID=5641185826946279423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5641185826946279423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241340950677183663/posts/default/5641185826946279423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homeacre.blogspot.com/2008/08/whole-lot-of-nuttin.html' title='Whole Lot of Nuttin&apos;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17115865126020977204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SzYvZ4DFCwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XLjKdHVD3WY/S220/IMG_1105.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SKS0zbg5cWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/M8w4s17RAmM/s72-c/135_3552_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241340950677183663.post-6344144977343173088</id><published>2008-08-08T19:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:24:05.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>Well, all I can say is "WHEW!!"  It has been a couple of busy days for this homemaker.  Our trip to London on Wednesday was very nice. I am not a good photog, but here's a picture while we were on the bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SJzX8k2dTQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ujlXMBOMTU/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au8ijJS8A24/SJzX8k2dTQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ujlXMBOMTU/s320/IMG
